For three days the home was basked in a heavy silence, one man frightened, hesitant and angered to the tenth level. The other merely walking around his spouse with his own maintained silence, awaiting the blast of rage that would eventually fall unto his person. On occasion Madara would lean against the kitchen wall, arms and legs crossed and expression bored, as his blond clamored about with his pink pursed lips and a tiny glare flickering briefly in his own direction. The small glare of sparkling gentle cerulean irises on a soft faced teen, merely had a black eyebrow raised in question for the anger. No answer came in those moments, but caution had come to the older man's mind, for every time a clash sounded outside or a yelling echoed through the walls, Naruto jumped, his movements twitched and his eyes widened.

It twisted into more then caution whence it continued more then fourty-eight hours. As his husband had lived within the rotten neighborhood for nary eight years, well adapt to the clammors of lower life. Yet only now he had developed a tentative attitude? Indeed, Madara's own lids had begun to narrow at the sight, further, he was a slight worried as the responses were those of instinct, pure fright in the face of an obvious danger.

It was as he stepped from the shower, half nude, towelled dry but with wet hair cascading down his back; did he receive answers. Naruto had been standing nye frozen by their wooden cabinet, staring down at a paper gripped taught in his shaking fingers. Glaring down at it with lips so tightly pressed thin they appeared pained. In hope of a response, Madara slammed the door closed with a slight flick of his hand, and it had the blond jump and turn with shocked and open eyes, though it seemed automatic when he hid the page behind his back in a rush, thus managing to hit his hands against the cabinet in the action. Madara quelled the simple remark he normally would have made, and instead crossed his arms and raised his brow in silent demand for an explanation.

The blond stuttered, his eyes cast down before he lifted them with an expression Madara recognized as 'determination.' Mainly confirming the soldier's assumption that something grevious had occurred. A minor spark of dread did come to him at the possibility of his past being exposed, though the probability was so small he dismissed the thought with a tiny shake of his head.

"Of all things Madara!" Came the yell, and though the display of anger had been expected, the sudden cascade of tears flowing down his blond's face had not been. The man was too hard-headed to cry over most anything, their wedding had been one of the rare occasions, another being Madara's own deployment letter arriving. Black eyes strayed in an attempt to glance behind the man's back where the implicated paper was hidden, wondering if once more a letter had made his spouse cry. "Why have you never told me you have a son?!" The broad man flinched at the outcry, having not expected to be found out, his family- history and name was well hidden from Naruto for a reason, and the veteran had no want for him to ever be made aware of his hefty faults.

However, with the knowledge already known, attempting to continue the deception would only further pull at the trust in their marriage. The sigh he let loose heaved his chest."Two." He watched as clouds of confusion came over the beautiful blue irises, before realization came and his mouth mimicked a fish prior to a shriek of indignance left his throat.

"What?! You have two son's, two?! And you never mentioned it?!" Luckily his blond was not the type to leave or place a full opinion in anger, always awaiting an explanation, or at least a placid apology. Madara could not imagine a bundle of flowers, sweets, and tepid 'I was wrong,' would work under the circumstance.

"Yes, I had two sons with Mito before we divorced. I do not speak to them under their own request, and by my own chosen estrangement to my family." It cleared the smaller man's eyes from firing rage, and his muscles relaxed ever so slightly, however, Madara found himself scoffing for the damning consequences of his next words. "I was planning to speak to you of the fact before you wrote a letter to me mentioning my daughter-in-law and my son's name both. Which had me hesitant to tell you anything further." By some expectation, Naruto froze in place, and terror replaced the burn in his eyes. Both of them understanding what such a truth meant, standing still, Madara leaning against the wall but his feet minorly shifted in wait. Naruto, was frigid and frozen in place with his arms crossed now and tensed around his frame, the only motion he made was to flick his gaze downwards and to bite at his bottom lip. Once more it was quiet within their home, awkward and heavy with implication. Instead of allowing misconception, Madara sighed as he spoke, "I do care for my children Naruto, despite what you may have heard. However, after I had chosen to leave the family they merely avoided my attempts at contact, even my eldest is silent."

It bit at his primal instincts as a father to never speak to his children, despite the fact that he was entirely locked out of his clan- least until he rejoined the family business. He had wished to contact his sons, his movement into the army had been partially been because he could not; in truth, he missed them terribly. Only taking a comfort from the presence of his spouse. Previous to having met his blond, he had been falling from mental stablity, rtaking a liking to drinking heavily, and nary drawn to the thrill of drugs- only avoiding their allure in the comprehension it might attract attention onto himself from many enemies. The bright eyed blond reminded him that there was a life outside of the corruption of whom he had been, outside of the trial of blood following behind him from his military life- or the unknown deaths that followed from his past that weighed on his conscious... and those that did not.

Black eyes snapped to attention as they caught upon tan skin; the gleam of red dripping from the tensed bite his blond had on his lip. Though he had no chance to ask before a whisper interrupted him and he frowned for the uncharacteristic tone. "Then, you know that Sakura is his wife right? I know you arranged their marriage for some reason. But I'm not focusing on that now, you know her right?" In a manner there was a breathlessness to the tone of the question just as there was a quickened pace as he spoke it. Lips thinning as he watched the nervous twinges and flicking irises of his blond shift on the spot, the veteran waited for an explaination in impatience while his eyes narrowed in apprehension; recalling the call Naruto had exchanged with Sakura four days ago, that which he knew she had vaguely threatened him upon, the concept had angered him in understanding the woman had the potencial connections to do so, but he had quelled himself from precautionary action; doubting that she would do anything. "I got a call at work, it was..." Then suddenly in a distressing moment to see, Madara watched as the sunshine man fell to his knees as his eyelids began to rapidly blink away the streaming tears flowing down his cheeks. In instinct, with furrowing brows and ire coiling in his scarred gut the raven haired male walked forward and went to his knees to properly hold his blond upon his chest. To caress the golden strains under his fingers. He awaited his wife to admit what he already assumed. "It was a death threat Madara, a death threat- they- they said assasins- they said I couldn't say anything! And I wasn't going to but-" He did not finish his sentence before muscled arms tightened painful around a lean body and a loud growl echoed above Naruto's head. The General genuinely snarling for the confirmation of his worse contrived assumption, but Madara had no want to get up to begin sorting the issue yet; as he pressed his lips onto his blond's hair- though anger and fierce instinctive protectivness were prominent in the veteran's mind, his need to hold his sunshine close, was stronger.

Least before he got on the phone and contacted some of his old 'friends.'