They were making a slowed pace of kind natured comradance."Naru-san, I regret to ask: you are a shinobi yes?" So Hashirama brought a conversation Naru anticipated him to have wanted to bring for many weeks. Expectant or not, Naruto felt a pause befall him then, in lack of available response.

"Should I remain one. Though I know not my truth in regard unto such a question." Spared was a moment of pride for his structure of sentence. A regarded prayer of honour unto Kou for the lessons provided.

A turn of consciousness from melancholy upon the consideration of passed friendships. Putting his thoughts unto Shikamaru in his appearance of a tree of pine -fern-, or Sakura in her manner of persona, demeanour inherent to a woman holding in compassion. Kou, of his kindness; Naori had found herself a bride in beauty, and of wilful benevolence.

Naru near offered sympathies unto Madara for the fate bestowed unto him. For his perceived lacking.

Regaining to himself once more upon remembering the company among them. Retaining, a focus to the question he'd answered in lack of knowledge. Now, in consideration further made, he alternated his perception into one of coherence.

"Why ask?" Odd for one whom knew the truth of Uchiha Omega to give out such a question unto one. Naru for all fault he had with retention, knew that Hashirama was not, nor could not, be a man of foolish tydings.

"Well, because I know were I in your place- my mind, indeed my body, could not submit unto the life of a man held by the home. My attention is to the battlefield, I should imagine the same truth holds for you." For him that made a moment of blackened mind, uncomprehending what was said and forcing oneself into an understanding non-existent. Once more withheld by his own manner of speech which was descendant from a time of simplicity. Then the meaning reached him, and a moment took him in complete nostalgia. Moreso, as a want for what he could no longer experience.

In a plunging of traditionalist considerations, a spell of courage came upon him. That is, it made place as a seed of something he could not name. A simple question may have planted the ideal, regardless it became a plan within his newly invigorated mind. Not having realized he'd become subservient alongside commonly made notions. The strategy of confrontation involving only his husband.

"Hashi-" he forced a retainment onto himself, recalling they were now more then mere acquaintances of circumstance. "Hashi, I just had an awesome idea!" Even with previous restraint so well displayed, his pattern of self enthusiasm returned and his wording suffered the repercussions. Decorum lost in addition, throwing his arms upwards, and thus, having been linked appropriately with Madara's his left near flew into hitting the Patriarch straight on the mouth. Cutting the Uchiha's inner lip, and drawing the metallic of blood. Light as a droplet upon naruto's finger, and smearing outwards onto Madara's lip.

Ironic given with the idea Naru had obtained.

Within proper Uchiha Omega form; he did fuss over the wound caused by his lack of conduct. In further luck, the Hokage travelling in calm pace beside his old friend and fellow Omega began laughing heartily to the odd display his companions made in tandem.

However, despite the warm atmosphere about, a chill fell over the lively man of nature. Forcing onto him a depression in his aura not uncommon, but displaced by the previous good disposition. Inlaying in eyes of earth and depth of emotion came wetness, as dampened soil. Spanning the time of a blade's sweep, none but Naruto in brief glance saw the weakness appear. His skill set of empathy holding in strength for the moment seen, giving him a concern unescapable.

Idea forgone, he swept in an elegance not usually brought forth to his friend's side. A smile decorating his eyes but not his lips, drawn by gravity of the situational awareness into a frown of worry. Then, he turned in the most simplistic of motions to look direct within his husband's blinking stare: "I am going to steal Hashirama for a moment, don't wait for us." Thus, he did so, grasping onto a muscle widened wrist and dragging lightly along the man confused by a sudden abduction unneeded.

Unexpectedly, Naru managed to procure the same bench they had spoken at many moons ago. Once more in casting of the day the light saw fit to glow onto the brown hair and produce a beautiful halo around a man possessing a strengthened beauty Naruto knew he had none of. Muscled with the gift of a strong body, holding an air of the trees, a true visage of Mother Nature, Naruto decided in privacy. In coincidence showing her best hand, they were in the same place as they had been during their discussion of his adaptation of Konoha, and apparent curious Uchiha suitors -forgone and never seen, Naru noted- which Hashirama had jokingly referred to.

"To ask the same thing twice, indeed in the same place, but, what troubles you?" It was put aside swiftly, in an obfuscation well recognized, both by his own and past sightings.

Naru rolled his eyes in response to the obvious attempt woefully made by a man of courage. The line used unimpressive, and equally common. "You definitely know what I'm talking about, I saw, you were close to tears. Nor can you say it was nothing to be concerned of, were that true you wouldn't have tried to hide it so."

The brave face crumbled, yet still he said nothing, and Naruto continued forwards.

"Such an expression, you've made it before, in fact, here I believe." Bringing about a time long past gave the other Omega pause, and he gave a deep sigh, heaving his chest and staring at the sky abruptly.

"Whence we were children, upon the riverbank, the place of our meeting, Madara and I were speaking. The conversation is one I do not remember well, nor does he I am certain. We looked over upon that cliffside, to the valley below us. Madara said he would find a flower matching my persona, my aura." Down, his face turns to the riverside, a fond remembrance overcoming his gaze. Naruto watches all in silence, not comprehending the choice of direction brought, but waiting for an explanation.

Sudden, bringing a flinch from the golden Omega, a gasp accompanying that parting his chest. Tears, largely falling from glimmering eyes, the size of true depress, an emote of engrained despair in a type of realization, perhaps that Naru could not be privy to. Though he had want to sooth the ache presented in the flow, nothing but a melancholy express showed on the Senju's face despite the sorrow. Therefore, Naruto knew no word to bring comfort.

A shake came as a breath brought by Hashirama. A regain of self not meant to be heard or seen. "No, he needn't anymore, fore I found one in perfect representation of mineself, depicted by Uchiha meaning and all. Do you know what showcases myself so well?" Having no knowledge of his own method to handle such a disjointed conversation, unknowing, he shook his head demurely and awaited. "A yellow Hyacinth befits me well, perhaps a yellow Chrysanthemum." Taking a moment of ponderance, gave Naruto the recollection he needed to understand the meaning behind his fellow's words.

Kou having taught well the various colours of a chrysanthemum, had concern lace along the ridge of his friendship. While his knowledge of the yellow Hyacinth strengthened such worry. "Those flowers are for jealousy and slighted love. Hashirama-kun, that doesn't suit you well at all." An attempt to manage the fear creeping upon him did not sway well in the least, as rich eyes looked to him with a severity uncommon for someone of benevolence. Alongside, either masked behind or in an intentioned display came forth a mocking. Not in cruelty, instead brought as a sympathy. 

"They do though. They fit for my own short-comings in a violent representation." Here began the tears to flow fast once more, regret shown as if a trauma. Naru choose of his own various options in acknowledgement of the situation, he simply did not understand.

Although what was said next Naru pretended for a breath not to have heard. 

"In truth Naru-chan: I have been in love with Madara since we were children. My jealousy is empowered in seeing the two of you so emboldened by your emotions for each other. I have an instinct speaking words of cruelty I do not mean both unto you, and to him. For I secretly wish a harm upon you for taking the one I love. Yet, I do not carry a true malice for you." In him -Naruto- awakened a being of fear, underneath Kyuubi's fearsome ire was a beast he realized not to have contained. One of loathsome jealousy, one of consternation; sprung from a possessive nature he'd hidden in childhood, inlaying knowledge that should he have the want Hashirama could well take his husband by a seduction.

Strength in will acknowledged he knew even Madara could not hold himself faithful when presented with an Omega of such pure beauty.

Incertitude: cholar or sympathy?

"Oh Naru! I am so very sorry for my indiscretion, feeling as such for your husband! For the horrid thoughts I have in hoping your relationship to crumble! I- I-" Coherence failed his sentence, as falling to the dirt ground the man turned to a stutter for communication. Naru overcame the dubiety previously encompassing him. "I- you remain- truly- a friendship I do not wish to lose- I- hold you highly and I-"

Displaying himself as Naruto Uzumaki once more in benignity, giving prominence to the congenial personality he had infamousy for. Kneeling next to the befallen man, and placing hands onto shaking shoulders as in his guilted grief the Hokage gave heaved sobs behind large -scared- hands. Only looking forward for the touch given, unstable eyes with the shaken vision staring at the Omega he had wronged.

"Honestly," Naruto began, certainly uncertain at his wording. "I am angry, I'm possessive of Madara, he's-" Not a man usually taken by wrothful proprietorial urges, he abated for this singular occasion of clarity. "-he is mine." Then, settling himself, a twinkle as a smile.

"Hashi. I understand your feelings. I do. The jealousy, the pain, I get it. So!" Then he forced a grin large enough to be taken for his normal demeanour. "I will help you find someone!" A true statement made in purity, void of any obstructing hatred that might be conjured in retaliation. Although in replacement came a severe humour. "Aim for my husband, and I will destroy you." Joking, only made clear by the beaming, glimmering, smile in accompaniment -whilst the statement was one articulated with sincere meaning: Hashirama did not catch to the hidden message delivered from the heart of a clinging Omega, wrought; by an unknown place of greed within even Naru knew not the origin of.

In the same manner, a hopeful tyde came onto the earth-toned Hokage. Glinting his eyes with a shine not often seen.                             

"Now, why don't we have a conversation on the mat-" Then marching into the colloquy with crossed arms and an express defining of stoicism, entered Madara. Brought aside him by Tobirama's company, who had upon him a visage depicting only a mimicry of mountainous ice.

"Nii-san, we must converse in privacy." Pointed, so forth a demand by the man of stone aura. Accustomed, he of a feather emanation gave sigh and rose in compliance, fixating a complacent simper onto his face. Before departing alongside his made-eager, fast-paced brother, he looked to his fellow man enraptured by love, with gratitude not befitting of situation.

"Thank you Naru, truly." Then they -the Senju- made scarce.

Husband and bride left alone together in unexpected turns of daylight. Situation, or perhaps circumstance brought a titter to the blond Omega bride, gave an equal fright to his stern-eyed Alpha.

Questions asked without spoken thought, Naruto could read without a glance to the bejeweled onyx staring down upon him.

"Nee Mada?"

"Hn."

"May I begin a revolution for the Omegas of our clan?" Providing no explanation or specifications the predicted response was one which Naru awaited. Azure and indigo toned irises focused on the backs of a tall Omega and a shorted Alpha.

Instead came words of encouragement."What freedom do you seek?" Stunned into inaction for a mere moment, those blue hues became widened in their stare. Before turning a half-lidded wetted near concupiscent ogling to the man afore him. A pout upon his lips made licentious. Still, within the grasp of inexperience, the Uchiha had a beaded sweat form to his forehead at the expression marring his bride's visage. "N-Naru?" A stutter interrupted him.

Awakening a realization of inappropriate desires for the topic at hand -mostly brought upon him by the understanding that he had married a man of equal mind.-

Banging his fist hard into his palm, a smirk decorated him in a normal beauty scarcely seen.

"The freedom of being Shinobi dattebayo!"