Madara came to watch, laughing in hidden by a proper held hand.

Jiraiya making attempt of practise with a wooden blade so provided by his Godmother; whom had decided to aid in teaching shinobi discourse, against Uchiha Naru's wishes. His own thought, containing only the best mindset for his Godson in truth, no matter the perception.

"So my friend, has Naru revealed unto you?" Came the sly most whisper, coming forth as an imposition unto the tall Uchiha, who threw a glare outwards as response. Chastisement in part, concern for himself partaking his other mind; for Omega's, he knew, gossiped among each other their secrets; in consideration, to the fact his Hanayome had spoke nothing containing a terrible significance recently, Madara made likely assumption that he had no knowledge as to what Hashirama spoke of. Proven, by the giggle erupted from his proclaimed 'closest friend.' "Oh well, not mine to say." Forthcoming as his leaving remark

He was held from making a retort whence Naru appeared with hands upon hips, though peeking upon his lips was a tinge of indulgent smile. He took upon him the amusement therein presented, his own son taking reveal in opposition to his own hesitation, as his feet made to carry him unto the mother-of-his-son, a glimmer caught upon his eye in glimpse. Nothing of animosity, merely the sight of red upon his vision as a flickerance of remaining colour in golden hue within the sun. A sight he came to forget as his bride walked to him with a grin gracing his eyes and lips; in the manner Madara had come to relish.

Unusually, Naru giggled before speaking his mind, grasping tight their son's hand. Expectation of secrecy so spoken by Hashirama gave Madara the impression that the action involved what was to be revealed. "Our anniversary approaches does it not my love?" In thought, that stood as truth, he gave a nod in acknowledgement. "I have two gifts unto you. One, I will admit involves Kyuubi in a manner of methodology. The second however progresses as we speak." A sly look followed, as that of a trick master. The Patriarch knew himself to be wary whence such a glint sparkled upon his Matriarch, as did many of the Alpha about the clan. "Stay indoors tonight and overwatch Jiraiya-chan, I made you both a minor meal for my absence. It shan't be prolonged I'm certain." A kiss came onto his cheek after the statement, while their son was blessed with a petting, hug and eventual kiss unto his forehead.

However, after such tender motherly made affection, after Madara found his own head forced downwards into a passionate locking of lips.

Then in parting Naruto shouted unto him a loud: "I love you dattebayo!" Across the entire Uchiha district as he ran to a hidden meeting his husband and son had no involvement within.

Within a whisper, mainly obstructed by shock came the subtle reply. "We love you too."

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Blood blocked his vision in a dried form, though it graced upon the earth in sustenance, as liquid so freshly spilt. The trees were darkened by shadows of his people, along with bodies collapsed. In luck, for his count, and that of Naori's vigil, only three had fallen despite whatever odds they had ventured into. Naruto could find a reason to smile for those results.

Bou approached, a child in tow, meekly struggling for the hold upon his now tender ear, crying under the loss newly made by the Uchiha standing about him. "Uchiha-sama, shall we kill him?" Came the remark from his left, and though Naori's intention was for the betterment of all in eventuality, Naru prolonged his thought for the act just committed. Then conceptualized morale for whom he knew himself to be.

"No. What adult uses their full strength upon a child? We shall spare him, and raise him within Konoha." Many around him gave stare for a moment in surprise for the decision. Yet, they all each looked onto one another in agreement for the peaceful inclination. A graceful, unexpected expression rested upon each Uchiha Alpha, as a smile captured their faces in a happily inclined hope; a want for their Matriarch to bring a change onto the time as was needed. It had already been awakened in previous at the wedding three years priour, now it was alive and had grown to reach as vines in an infection presented nearly as joy. Very few among them asked a silent question in regarding their Matriarch stand tall with hair tied back in bandages, covered in blood, donned in a Uchiha warrior navy uniform, and baring fans of his mother-in-law: 'whom was Uzumaki Naruto?' For in their gaze no man of such name existed. "Has each body been taken care of?"

Upon the affirmation of agreement they all began on their way home, the sun already cresting in orange glow. In reflection, Naruto could not depict himself proud, but satisfied with his accomplishment; despite its horrific nature. In acknowledgement for what it did to his morale values he did feel a guilt.

"Uchiha-sama what of Hashirama-sama?" The thought was indeed relevant, as he had just lead a massacre upon the Hatake clan, with the sole survivor of one child. He had many doubts the Hokage would find such an action acceptable. He did however; in consideration for the multiple attacks they had invoked upon his clan. Of his husband; Madara would find a terror to be certain, Naruto knew that reasoning lay not within his weakened Omega status, but instead for his leading role.

No one spoke in the journey home, for no words were to be spoken without a guilt inflicting heavily upon each of their mentalities. A firm hope had already settled deep in his gut that Jiraiya would hear nothing of their most horrid crime. An intrepid thought brought him to wonder how Sasuke would consider him, of the actions he had invoked. Likely a disgusted hatred made for his own experience, and what he had brought to another child.

Of course, survival was an entirely different matter in this time of war trodden ideals.

"Let us not seek issue willfully. My decisions have already brought a calamity upon me for this choice made. Take the child to Hashirama, he is quite young I doubt he'll make havak." Though he could be sure with a certainty such a statement had no absolution, as his own childhood was filled with chaos, in direct correlation to his lack of parentage. A hatred rested firm within him for the choice made, guilt settling freely for what decision he had made in turning lives to what his own had been. Naruto stopped himself within a moment's contemplation. "Wait-" As was regulatory, they did, turning to their leader with a confusion he couldn't place into reasoning. A thought occuring unto him with newfound understanding brought so recently.

"Naori-kun, you wish for a child do you not? You could raise him well I'm certain." A blush decorated at her cheeks, pinned in a manner he so rarely saw. As was the sight of her flushed in any context, by her own way of drive, she remained in stoicism for all purposes -indeed, especially after Kou's passing.- What a joy it was to see her in happiness once more.

Though, he worried slight for her mentality, in the passing of her Hanayoma a darkness had enshrouded over her mind. Perhaps, a lightness could be brought by a child in her household, regardless of that being a Hatake, he could still fathom a joy being brought thereforth. Naru could imagine himself, finding a happiness with all children within his household as family.

It was as he journeyed home with such a mindset contained, that he thought of the next child he contained within himself. A joy relished inside deeply as his husband came upon his processed thoughts, with a nervous twinge in a consideration of the possibility. A gladness within the same manner of thinking, at Madara's possible joy to the revelation. Such positively contemplated possibility he made himself a resolution to never fully rely upon in true aspiration. Still the thought filled him with a delight so poignant Uchiha Wakaba gave him a slight wave and smile of gladness from her perch upon her porch, even as her hands shook and a dripping of blood came from her nose.

Bou had no attention for it as he tiredly walked to the stairs and kissed at his wife's cheek before slipping inside with exhaustion.

Naru made certain he said nothing despite his loudly inclined opposition in his mind. Frowning however, at the display they made onto his view.

Madara came upon him then wearing a curious expression, though nothing was eagerly spoken for the questions to be asked in privacy. Instead Naruto relished in the simple quite telling embrace he received, relaxing slightly his own sore limbs into his husband's hold. Before taking the large hand on his waist and smiling upwards to the gentle gaze of the tall man. Placing the appendage carefully onto his lower abdomen and smiled largely with the embarrassing feeling of wetness gathering at his eyelashes.

"Do I have to tell you?" His answer came quickly, an abrupt kiss in public as he was gently held above the cobblestone walkway. The wetness slid downwards as he found his eyes closing.

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Evening came with mournful news.

Bou had burst outside with a panic, causing one equally for the sight of his slit blood covered wrists, and the tears raining to the wood of his stairs.

Wakaba hadn't lasted the day.

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Madara found himself stood in an absent made silence. The lacking was carefully constructed as Hashirama worked. There was a sobbing continuing from upon him, though there was little comfort to be given, or expressed appropriately. Therein, the Patriarch had taken several moments of none-consideration to notice his own eyes were brightening the room, hallway, with an ominous red glow. Screaming couldn't be as easily contained, and if truth were simple, Madara would have stated avidly he cared not to stop it. He was being held tightly and clutched to the feeling of breathlessness.

Tobirama's cold hand resided upon his shoulder.

Hashirama stood not far away with three different medicines all making rigourous action with hands equally reddened. The Hokage maintained himself as the leader, though his concentration slipped as the minutes ground away in passing.

An expression had come upon the brown haired man, and eventually he screamed.

Madara found himself screaming too as he collapsed, though he felt disconnected.

The screaming on his shoulder stopped, and red eyes closed as the child fainted.

Naru's silent open mouthed scream continued. Unending,

As blue irises stared open at the ceiling, and his slumped body did not move from the wall. Blood down his chin, the sword in his abdomen was thrown across the room.

And no one spoke.

The Uchiha Matriarch was dead.

Madara, in hiding a vivacious fury marked in pain:

The Ending of this Era of Peace.

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Note: yup, this is the ENDING.

There WILL be a sequel.

SEQUEL: https://www.wattpad.com/story/311245850?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Itachi_S_Lucius&wp_originator=fjNwrnl1nP8WyKEimXYRK276RakfIncBgzQHKKJhEiLInPzXLzVfSLw8jliYXRpU%2BR%2BH02oAIWoy2C1wfcaH6lOL2Qv9niOFiUvzIMDwxU06WJnZhJ3p90Lk9XwUOBTr