It was three years later:

That Naruto found himself staring irate at the vision of Uzumaki Mito. The woman classified well under the banner of beauty, her hair alone carried her. The Uchiha Omega had always felt her strict, the woman held upon her the impression of the richly endowed ladies of class, maintained by the status of Hashirama, despite their reluctant marriage. Naruto had managed to keep himself well known, gladly acknowledged by Senju and Uchiha alike. Further by the Haruno, and Sarutobi clans after their joining to the village, much as one who helped them settle inside a domain of peace where they were not well versed. Mito however, had kept herself rather reclusive for a founder's wife, relying solely upon her bride's status to uphold her. It put him to irritation, mainly for his own large attempt to keep in everyone's good graces, she was simply regarded righteously. What that spoke of his husband made an anger boil hiddenly in his chest.

Uchiha Naru had managed to fortify himself well among his fellow clansmen as a skilled fighter. Naori had taught him rather stoically the manner of katana, and now the former Uzumaki had skill which he assumed to match his former rival -a test which he would never gain opportunity to verify.- Though surprisingly the fans of his predecessor were his weapon of choice, should he need a tool. Although, he could occasionally use his ankle length hair to fight if needed.

Presently, he was making a healthy lunch for Jiraiya when the boy awoke. He had been more excitable lately with his third birthday coming fast in two days, Naru had been prepping hurriedly for the event, while Madara had seen fit to complain over the exaggeration made. Naruto knew it was unlikely to be remembered by the guest of honour, but his mind would remember it well regardless, besides, kept strictly secret from his husband was the much hidden fact; that his own birthday was two days after Jiraiya's -he was turning twenty-two.- and as he had hardly ever celebrated he felt it justified to do so now.

Madara was currently discussing with Hashirama a new manner of defense, an exterior wall to be put in place and monitored by the Uchiha for security. They were nearby, talking happily on the cliff edge, Hashirama himself practically glowing in his pregnancy -Mito had refused to ever bare child.- Naru knew she found the prospect of children or babies disgusting; and he was often made amused that Hashirama had been the one insisting upon having a child through her genetics.

Madara was to be Godfather as it were, and Naru Godmother, just as he had made the Hokage Godmother of his and Madara's son. A fitted option, and the man had cried avidly once the choice was made clear, Naori had been chosen as Godfather -which had done well to quell the irritation she had carried for him after her Hanayome's death.- The Matriarch had felt it owed after discovering Kou had been with child upon his death. As for Tobirama and his sour disposition, Naru had always felt he had none of the fitted positioning required to care for a child, his mind always remained stern set on work. When near Jiraiya he strayed from the three-year-old, even when he simply wanted for a hug.

"It is an incredible notion Madara!" Hashirama's voice echoed over the cliffside, and Naruto laughed when he heard Madara's grumble in return. A small pattering of feet soon followed, as the littlest Uchiha joined him in the kitchen, running in with the speed of a shinobi, and colliding with his Mother's legs, luckily avoiding toppling the plate of eggs, rice, and seaweed he carried.

"Jiraiya-chan! A moment." The smiling Omega placed the plate thusly onto the table awaiting, before dragging his legs -with a young toddler clinging.- To the open doorway.

Then shouted as was appropriate: "Madara! Breakfast! Hashirama-kun, you're welcome to join us! I made enough for all!" Then he picked up his young, happily giggling son, and tossed him into the air. Watching gladly as his ridiculously spiked hair flew into the slight wind blowing through the house. The image of his son blessing him, near slowly with the sight: long black hair sprawled everywhere in a mess just as his father, while his black eyes glimmered joyfully, tan skin the only thing Naruto could see plainly inherited from his genes. Oddly he thought that would make him jealous, but rather, he found himself not caring for the sight.

He cuddled the boy closely to himself, his son.

"Kaa-san. When I gonna learn as Tou-san and Hashi-Oji?" The question confounded him slightly, the boy had yet to understand language properly, so any inquiry was often met with confusion. However, after a moment of pondering, Naru remembered that his son was eager to learn the ways of shinobi. A topic which had been avidly avoided for weeks endless since the subject was first broached by Madara in speaking to Bou-san over the difficulty of timing in this new era of peace; The Academy was still in the process of being sanctioned appropriately, and no parent knew what age was proper for their child to start learning. Naruto had thought of twelve; as he had. However, in knowing of his husband's early start, it was not a fathomable option.    

"Most in outlying areas do regard you as such Hashirama, it would be no great trial for you to simply play upon the role." The conversation had strayed. Naruto found himself joining into that which made no sense unto his ears, as he helped feed his son with chopsticks too large. Rather, listening as they spoke of policy to be made. Madara clearly saw it as a simple matter not to be trifled with, while Hashirama bore much hesitance to the notion, Naru raised an eyebrow at the forceful nature being imposed upon his fellow Omega for a need not made obvious. "Hashirama, you wed a fellow Omega, it would not be a task for you to play the manner of an Alpha. Your brother would teach you well of how we act, and has agreed to fake himself as the Omega born sibling." That caught the attention of the blonde servicing food, interrupting thusly with a manner of indignation.

"Why?! What possible reason could he have to fake himself!? There is no shame in being an Omega dattebayo! Or do you think me weaker because of my second gender Uchiha Madara?!" A sigh inflicted the table, as the man served his plate, and aided his friend in sitting comfortably with his larger frame.

"I fathom no such concept Naru, we only speak as such for the fact of the Hokage's positioning and subsequent marriage. Indeed, -and forgive me Hashi,- his child is a bastard. Conceived out of wedlock by one of the Uzumaki guards who recently left. My love, it is the expectation of many outer clans that he be the Alpha sibling." Something distinct told him to settle, though he did so reluctantly, the reasoning provided was unsubstantial in his humble opinion. Continuing therein to feed the toddler rubbing rice upon his clothing, not a care given to the heated conversation about him.

Naruto left it be for his own betterment.

After a large pause for silence, Madara gave a cautious glance to his bride, after eating a large portion of egg. "Naru." A cough followed, and though he hadn't met with much for society, Naruto knew his husband well enough, that he expected the topic  borne to be one unwelcome. Still, he turned his attention thusly. "I thought perhaps, Jiraiya should begin some basic Taijutsu and weapons training soon." Immediately a primordial instinct kicked in, providing a clear cut answer to the blonde with little to no debate.

"No." It cut through clean, visually making the Hokage nervous, drawing a sigh forth from the already irate Alpha at the table. "He can hardly eat without aid, so, no."

"Naru-" It was then that Hashirama took to peacemaking, in interest of helping his friends and stopping a potential battle of wits before his own Godson. This he did by capturing the couple's attention, and drawing their minds onto the names he planned for his own unborne. There weren't many suitable, and the likely scenario was that they couldn't be raised by him, alas, everyone was attempting to find a solution for that slight problem.

Madara had made suggestion; that he could fake being their Grandmother, or Grandfather as the situation developed thusly.

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The sun had vacated, among the treetops stood only the midnight patrol.

Uchiha Naru was wondering in his home's hall, to a crying son making fuss over a dream gone sour. Tripping over his own footwork and laughing at the clumsy nature he still carried, even at twenty-two. Madara was out with some other Uchiha, celebrating something only Alpha were invited too. A placating thought to the Matriarch, for he had decided long ago that his husband was too stern a man, never seeking to fill a social need or joy. Although, he thought, while poorly singing to the sleep-grumpled toddler, what he had considered a plain Uchiha trait was in fact only indicative of a few; he had noticed, gladly most of his clan were happily set people. At least, within a village of peace. 

A call shook him still however, even with a pleasant calm upon his mind; it put him into a quickened panic.

"Uchiha-sama! Code silver!" A scream rippled out shortly after the warning was shouted. All within the clan had begun taking positioning as predetermined by protective measures decided.

The event was one of such a commonality that Naru had become the Head of Battle Forces In Defensive Posturing. All Alpha suited to that sector reporting unto him their status, or the situation should anyone incapable of offense need assistance. Many clans had taken to attacking in frequency with Hashirama's pregnancy reaching its third trimester, and although the Hatake clan remained the enemies of the Uchiha, they saw and took opportunity when made available.

Summoning two clones, and one large disgruntled large toad to guard his home, Naru sprinted straight into the ongoing battle. Already the senior Omega's of the clan were beginning to heal those retreating from their position, and the Uchiha Alpha's were making a quick line of defensive-offensive, a string of projecting Phoenix-Flame Jutsu, which he -Naru- added upon with a sweep of his fans, making an adjoining current of strong wind to aid the fire in opposing the Hatake incursion.

Two Omega's were taking up defensive fighting positions in guarding their Homupowa and child respectively; one Naru recognized as a new Uchiha, Naka's wife, a former member of the Haruno clan named Uchiha Sakura-Lee -the irony was not lost upon him at their wedding.- The other being Uchiha Taiji, the former Nara whom had aided with Jiraiya's birth, she stood protecting her young daughter; by keeping a Hatake in place with her Shadow technique.

It had crossed upon his mind several times in contemplation. To simply be rid of the Hatake clan, and disregarding any consequences that may therein provoke. It was bad judgement even in consideration, but Naruto had many times been struck by urge rather then reasoning. Committing a genecide was more then unacceptable, and still he wanted for it on occasion. Madara would be glad for it.

But what telling would he speak to Jiraiya in knowing his mother had killed an entire clan with a power not his own.

Kyuubi always advocated the thought.

The incursion lasted a rather short time, seemingly guided by an irate young teen Hatake rather then a leader to the clan. Many fled before an official order was given. None gave mercy freely to those attacking under the teen's banner, despite the misguidance clearly shown.

However, that made the clean-up slightly less tedious, most bodies were Hatake and simply ordered to burn, while the few Uchiha were put onto respectful pyres and watched by close family. Naru found himself joining in the mourning of some, and directing the clean-up somewhat, while his husband along with Naori, Hikaku, and Bou stood missing. Possibly in an entirely different area and unaware of the battle just fought -Naruto found this the most likely of options, as he knew, in certainty, Madara scarcely avoided a fight, regardless of difficulty presented, this; would prove no challenge.

With little work remaining, he choose to return home, and made way there with a restrained pace -to be sure none needed his aid further. A studle feminine scream surprised him however, indeed more a ripple of unexpected understanding as he concluded it to have come from his own home. A speed therein invigorated his feet, quaked the cobblestones beneath in his rush, though he had foresight enough to grasp at his hidden fans prior to entering.

Whence entering, he found a poof of pale smoke, a small child running to his relieved embrace, and the tall figure of a prim woman with blaring red hair.

Their eyes met in a venomous manner of intent. Within the sound of silence, Senju Mito seemed to grasp upon a center: "Oh, Uchiha-san! Kami, I came to be certain of Jiraiya-chan's safety what with the attack so posed. Alas there was a hideous giant toad here!-" Some relief filled him as small arms tightened everso upon him, he nodded to her reasoning.

"The toad, was of mine own summoning Mito-san, I brought him forth to protect my son, however, I thank you for your vigilance, my apologies that he attacked you. May I offer you some tea?" Her eyes wavered in the manner of fear, and Naruto could only assume she had been made frightened by his summon unexpectedly attacking her, though her irises seemed to flicker several times to his abdomen in a manner he could not name for reasoning. She had done so before, he recalled, during his first few weeks of pregnancy, he could not conclude a want for it now other then astraying uncertainty. The conduct, was likened to a glare, and even as he prepped the tea and water, the now rather vague memories of childhood compounded upon his mind as a familiarity within her glance.

They shared tea in a silence.

Madara returned in a panic so vivid; much, if not all, of the clan was made to hear his shouting for his bride over the roar of wind and fires still burning. He also entered into his own home in the same conduct, near breaking his skull over the shortened door frame.

Stared at by his Hanayome, guest, and son. Though, not a care was displayed as he swept up his child in a strengthened -inescapable- hold, grasped his bride similarly planting tear stained kisses upon both mother and child. As a whisper echoed within the room; "you're alive."

Watched by coal eyes.

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The ENDING is close at hand everyone. Maybe 2-3 chapters, less? Who knows.

They'll probably be a sequel don't worry.