He would remark, much later, whence appropriate, that these long hours presented themselves as a span of years. As the tragedy had occurred during a festivity, none could speak clearly of how civility demanded conduct. None could give proper response in question. Though many had expectations for the newly presented Uchiha Naru to give an example, he gave merely a showcase of his own mourning display. Aiding solely to those who sought the answer from lack of previous experience, as he.

Naturally, should circumstance had been delicate in her malicious intent. Then Naruto would find placid comfort in the presence of a friend who knew him well, whom possessed the understanding necessary to guide his action for the rest of his clansmen. A hand reaching unto him as well. Now, the displaced Omega became forced to conjure himself a new foothold as balance, a box containing all answers relevant only unto his clan. One he may use as pedestal, with the purpose of retaining the high place he was meant to hold. Merely until the position were obtainable for he who came from poverty, or rather, he whom was born and made a villain by those of status.

To this thought he glanced to the cliffside, familiar as a point of authority in this time period, a representation, aliked, from his own. There were no carvings upon it as of yet -and he pondered to when the first had been made,- still it gave him a brief moment of remembrance. Now, that moment experienced had reformed into what he had always retained by the Hokage Head's when sitting upon them as a child. A comfort, a fleeting time away from all he had become where he may take himself to daydream. Even looking upon them now gave tranquillity, lightened by the warmth Kou had been in wisdom and in friendship, no longer lingering as a weighted depression.

Naruto could not find imagining wherein the sweetened Hanayome would be downtrodden by worldly affliction.

Making hasty decision upon the consideration of his former friend, the young bride made quickened pace to the training ground astray. Although it had been a rare occurrence for him to take place there given his previous monitoring -in suspicion, and indeed the strain of his marriage preparation. There had been few precious moments where he had taken to practise in hidden hours, covered by the delusion Kou offered his Homupowa in excuse for his absence. That had indeed been rare, though coveted as a time of seclusion no longer available unto him, Naru reflected that he had chance to find opportunity anew as he stood in Madara's graces. -Despite the legality of his want being nonexistent.-

This differed of course, his intent presently focused to the woman he had come to know and therein care for. Perhaps he knew her not as well, not as Kou certainly, though he had a debt to her by manner of care and friendship unexpectedly borne. The breeze at least had an understanding gifting him with the scented bloom of lavender, a flower attributed to Naori. Yet, as his wedding had made to reference, he could only associate it unto Kou's smiling visage. An unconsidered thought; was it the lingerance of Naori's Omega who had bid him to check on her state of mind? A ponderance he gave nothing to, for it came as a fleeting hope rather then a true idea of consequence.

The valley remained barren. Save for one warrior making swift work of the wooden corpse she had on the edge of her Odachi. Marking her visage was a twisted scowl of coiling vengeance. Naruto would consider it familiar, alas, hers was heated and pained, while that of the Sasuke he had known remained frigid and stoic. The question was if it were an anger of self, or to the clan responsible for her grief.

Neither did she take notice of him, nor make an indication of him being there. Given her state of mind he paid little heed to his newmade ability of intruding unto her territory without a kunai drawing blood.

Whence ignorant of his presence, she began a tune he recognized as a lay sung by elders of his own time."Promising more then the garden of Eden-

"-Then carelessly cut you and laugh while your bleeding. But- he brought forth the best upon the worst I could be." In grand fortune he recalled the next verse to be sung, twisting it to bare a meaning he could call upon her.

"Blame it all to yourself, for he was always an Omega to me." Twening it once more, not to a melody, but in word."He never gave out, and he never gave in. He just changed his mind." Given in slight with cruelty, that is, a presentation of overbearing reality harshly placed forth to ring unto her. Though the moment was unkind, he made himself a man of comfort once more. Shaping into that which he had been for Wakaba, making an example of ideal Uchiha conduct without his own knowledge.

A calm distilled around the woman, now unmarred by scowl or hatred tainting her muscles. One could almost take the appearance for that of a harmless woman in mourning. Naruto pitted such a fool, indeed any, whom thought anyone while entrapped within the boundaries of lamentation 'harmless.'

Naori held melancholy, though an infrequent smile took to her mouth. A placement of fake recovery he also regarded with experience. Said nothing in knowledge, and awaited her to say her contemplation. Many things breathed into the air for their breaking of silence, moreof, the Alpha among them to grant beginning and give conversation.

"During the "Era of Warring States-" That is, we still live among said time, merely in a peace held juncture in the world. I was young, perhaps thirteen seasons. My elder brother had been taken by the Hatake, corrupted. Kou saw, he had been displaced from his people. Despite this offered an aid, I was to kill him, for he was unknown unto me. Yet, ignorant and fresh faced, I noted him an Omega gave him his life. Took instead to slit my brother by the neck as a mercy. Disgusted by my crude manor, Kou threw insult displaying me a savage, a demon, begotten by the gods. He was fervent, invigorated: In pubescence, I found myself enchanted. There were none encamped within the clan retaining his demeanor, a curiosity encircled me, a desire following. He was taken into protection by the Uchiha, made calm by his clan's abandonment, though his distrust in me grew."

The gust became distraction, not allowing for coherent sentence, and Naori withdrew herself once more into stoicism. She gave respectful bow unto him, an incline of her head following; "Naru-sama," then she made haste towards the Uchiha District. Having been completely encased within the trappings of her own mind, Naruto did not bother to extrude energy correcting her honorific unto one further then acquaintanceship.

A want to attempt reaching out to her vacancy made him hesitate in action. Though eventually he surcame to the acceptance nothing would come forth for his action. Instead a gasping sigh came from his throat, and his entire chest heaved in effort. With no one about, the newfound Uchiha took an unexpected opportunity.

It was a manner of distraction to be certain, withdrawing from what had been put to him in succession by his hidden companion: Cursed luck. Kou had made his world alternate into a dangerous disbalance. Fore everything he had taken to bare as a man of entrapped fate, Kyuubi and he had made a crossroads, while the village no longer lingered in her detestment of him, a cherished friend had perished needlessly in due course to his own ignorance. Among all, his identity as a shinobi had been stripped away, in protection perhaps, but that gave him not the comfort to train and exercise away the strain placed.

His kick to a tree parted from her companions bore such a force the guard of her bark chipped away. A fire relit in his eyes, the thrill of battle awakening anew. Invigorated by the joy of action once more, he retrieved the fans he had hidden away in the belt of his haori. Elegant, though designed in such a depiction to allude delicacy, it had been long since he had considered them. Madara had instructed him very briefly upon their use prior to their wedding. Though, he would need to craft his own stylizations. Naturally his husband -a phrase he still had warmed thrill too,- had made ready their senbon, displaying a method in which to inplace them delicately.

A challenge formed by inexperience, was the aiming required. To task that meant timing of the flick to launch senbon, further, the flick of the razor blade atop in case of close combat. Pondering briefly if his mother-in-law had them crafted for her personal use, or if they had been an heirloom previously.

Madara, was not as his clansmen, swayed not by the repression borne to Omega in his clan. Naru had been made aware of this early upon his arrival.

Bias of affection not considered by his obstructed mind.

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The discussion became one of fever. They were entrapped within the small claustrophobic room of Hashirama's own design. In it, a conversation weighted upon them, brought forward by the man declared Hokage, he had made a proposal that Madara had found himself in detestment of. Insult escaping him prior to appropriate consideration. Beside him, holding a posture with crossed arms and in begrudging agreement with his decision on that matter, Tobirama stood stoic. Fore them Hashirama was persistent on the matter, unconvinced by circling arguments, as had been made many times over by his advisers. In true conduct, stubborn nature had gripped him firmly in his position. Now, all present only stood afixed to their ideal, with little progress made.

A sigh finally being let loose by the Uchiha among them, scratching the itch the conversation had given, and moving to remove himself from the ire being invoked. "We will continue this discussion at a later date, my patience is thin at the moment." It was a poorly made excuse to leave, and Madara had little doubt that the Omega before him would conclude his departure merely a way for him to return to his awaiting Hanayome.

Internally he had an inclination to believe that himself.

Beneath the trepidation of admittance, he would fathom himself besotted. Affixed to the man he had married, ensnared by exotic beauty, enraptured by the energetic joviality he continuously presented, entrapped by the mystery so unusual. Comforted by the warmth, no, heat he made himself, conjoined all by an aura of purity forbidden in this time of blood. A lightness, his own perhaps.

Madara diverted himself, making for the gardens nearest the Hokage estate. Irony clouding him briefly in the amusement brought with reckoning, alas this time no fireflies danced around him. The beauty befallen from the sunlight did give enchantment to the flowers he sought. A grouping of Red Chrysanthemums clustered, his own representation of self -for a reason he still could not fathom.

Narry falling within a doorway partially opened he uprighted himself without thought of qualm against such action. A query as to his own dueling express he did retain. One side inflicted by the charge of impatience infarcted by the conversation he had with his equals. The other however, made an upsurge, repressing his morose commonality of character upon the sight of blond hair along with shimmering aqua. Once more a disjointed weighted sensation settled unto him, a feeling he shook fastly, instead regaining self and giving appropriate inquiry to his bride of the day passed.

Neglecting any want to disjoint from manner, and merely regail all malapropos thought he had concluded while in privacy. Any express of prodigious joy so inordinate upon espy of his own Hanayome, the moment of adulation he felt when seeing his Omega. Madara made conclusion that such veneration remained a single-sided affair; an accepted burden of thought. Calm in understanding that Naru had love for him in all married regard.

Upon this consideration he watched in fixation as the sunlight made pace about his house. Not uncommon perhaps to have light within one's home. An exception he had to boast, as a rarity inside his own walls, for the light of his manor was weighted -so to have taken the form of a human.

"I'm- I am worried for Naori-san, she's so..." He disjointed himself from the flow of his own words, a concern resting unspoken. This he said nothing to his understanding was invigorated by a shared apprehension. The woman retained herself as a strengthened figure of admiration, yet plagued by the need to uphold that very same force of will in display.

A strain made place on his shoulders, with a heave unto his chest at the stress of the matter. Many unwelcome trials bringing themselves forward for scrutiny.

"Madara? What's wrong dattebayo?" What could be misconstrued as an expression of annoyance, he was given a pout of seeming frustration: a depict of concern Naru made when in confusion. Madara had accounted to it by documentation of self made dictionary in regard unto his bride's many infrequent or unique mannerisms. Crossed arms and all.

"A discussion I had with Hashirama and- Tobirama-kun." The insult near left him unconscious, he was glad for the respectful inclination he had managed to obtain. Though clearly aware of his lack of affection towards the Alpha Senju, Naru did nothing other then roll upwards his irises in exasperation. "The Hokage wishes to begin negotiations with the Haruno Clan.  A rare chance for I and his brother to find agreement." A glance gave him an answer of hesitance he hadn't expected unto the conversation.

"Um, what's wrong with the Haruno?" All semblance of proper sentence left, any lesson Kou-san had given fleeing before a history Madara carried no knowledge of. Holding himself, The Uchiha made way to speak instead as a response rather then a harsh questioning of frightful nature.

"They are made predominantly of healers and traders, a useful tactic indeed. However, among them only half a dozen posses fighting ability. Consider, should they join our rankings in equanimity they would have no formal form of protection against assault. Should one such as the Hatake were to attack, they would all parish before any defense could be brought forth by Uchiha or Senju." To him he gained a disagreement of uncertainty, perhaps it was a want for balance that gave Naru such qualms for indicative opinion, the need to know the reasonings of both clashing faces.

It was then he was faced once more by his bride. A stern-set stubborn natured mask of indifference settled upon him.

Both Uchiha's faced in silence, though severity lingered among them in forbodence.

"Madara, what do you know about Kyuubi no Kitsune?"