It was a lovely weather on that day, the Sun was shining brightly, wandering clouds, like fluffy little sheep covered the meadow of the azure blue sky in such a lazy manner, like there was nothing wrong in the world. People usually didn’t care about it, only when it was raining their attention turned to the sky, silently praying it would stop, but today everyone ignored the fact that the sky is blue and covered with white cumulus. The sky wants to be loved they say. It wants to reach the attention and adoration of humans, who only care about wars, work, survival. Wouldn’t it be lovely if all should just look up the sky, just once, and realize its embracing, caring warmth?
It should have been an easy day, without too much to do, just the usual, fighting the Senju, going home, working on new strategies, sleeping with the wife, letting her healing the wounds in the morning, sparing with Izuna. It should have been so easy, like always. The Senju were a powerful clan, just as the Uchiha, hence there was never a clear victory in these fights. On one occasion they won, on the other the enemy, it was like this for years. Despite Madara had grew fond of the Senju clan leader in their childhood, unfortunately these fights became unnecessary, however, according to him, it only made the bond stronger, as fighting with Hashirama was entertaining and Madara didn’t like to be bored by dancing with weak enemies.
- Lunch is ready!- A yell was heard not too far away, it was a soft, caressing voice, full of warmth of a caring wife. His wife. He smiled, and followed the voice, soon catching a glimpse of Izuna, who liked to accompany them whenever he could. That tactless brat, he thought endearingly; he always has to be there with them, letting Y/n pamper him, like he was her baby and damn Izuna enjoyed it. When would he finally find someone? He’s already 25, when he was in that age, he was already courting Y/n and a year later they got married. She was younger than him, but her wisdom, intelligence and warmth really made her a perfect choice for the Uchiha clan leader.
The lunch was full of nutritional dishes, Y/n was up from dawn to help preparing a proper, delicious lunch for the men going to the battlefield. Madara requested Y/n to sleep in, as she was feeling a bit weak in the past few days, but she insisted she cook with the maids, and the Uchiha gave in. The brothers ate and thanked the delicious food, drank some tea after it, like normally, but instead of going on a nice walk together, the men stood up, grabbed their weapons, and left.
Madara was not someone who showed affection openly, but with Y/n, he could forget about his harsh upbringing, his war thorn present, and just lost his heavy burdens for a few moments, when embracing her, saying goodbye, kissing her sweet lips, enchanted by her scent, which reminded him of the flower field on which he proposed. It was just the two of them. She said yes, that’s when he could inform Y/n’s father about his intention.
The battle was heated, it seemed Hashirama was a good partner again, he danced and danced and Madara could hardly follow this devil dance of his. He was enjoying himself, the thrill of fighting with the Senju always made him greedy, wanting more and more, no matter the cuts and bruises, Madara was unstoppable. Yes, but he was a clan leader, a brother, a cousin, a relative too, so he tried to pay attention to the surrounding fights as well, supporting when needed, saving lives, if he could, he was undeniably the best leader of the Uchiha so far.
Izuna was not far away from him, seemingly in an advanced situation against Tobirama, the younger and only remaining brother of Hashirama Senju, but unlike his older brother, Tobirama couldn’t use wood style. He was talented, he had to admit that, but Izuna was stronger. After clearing this, he turned his full attention to Hashirama, who he had clashed with, sweat and blood drops flying shiningly in the air, creating a beautiful scene, at least for Madara. He was laughing like a madman in one second, then gritting his teeth in anger when he saw some allies perishing, then laughing again, not minding what everyone is thinking of him. He was his own natural disaster, a walking death pact to anyone ever encountered him, if one was lucky and provided a good fight, he spared their life...or not, depending on his mood.
The battle went on for hours, not even the infamous Sharingans were match to the Senju stamina, both parties were tired, worn and really wanted this fight to end, but they couldn’t leave the battlefield, they were paid by people, important, prestigious people, they were hired to fight, and they had to. For what? Who even remembers... They got money, they fight, people perish, they grieve then forget, because life goes on. Madara already lost all his brothers except Izuna, his father, some relatives, good friends, the pain didn’t go away completely, but he’d learnt to live with that, carrying the weight of impossible burdens.
The Sun was still up, however the darkening paleness of the sky implying that the evening was close. The sheep like clouds’ changed their white colour and dressed themselves in a unique purple-gray colour, just like usually before the golden hour. The warm breeze caressed everyone’s cheek, but no one seemed to notice that. Last words were whispered between coughs, blood drops were creating everlasting patterns on the ground. People literally exploded, meaning one of the Uchihas used his fire style jutsus. There were some limbs left behind carelessly, inviting the hungry crows who arrived to the smell on war...
It could have been a nice day, the weather was lovely, the clouds were fluffy and beautifully coloured, the warm breeze caressed everyone’s cheek...Yes, it could have been nice. But it wasn’t...
There was a saying that if one life is taken another is given, but Madara disagreed with it, he’d lost three of his brothers, his father, some friends and relatives and only got Y/n, who he loves the most in the whole world, but she’s just one person who worth a million soul, but considering the numbers, she is just one, and he lost several people. So where’s justice?
As the blades cut through Izuna’s small figure, Madara stopped fighting and rushed to support his brother. That damn Tobirama! Looking at the deep cut it was impossible for Izuna to survive, he must take him away, right now!
-Let’s stop fighting. –He heard a voice. Hashirama’s voice. He was a pacifist, but in this world...it was impossible, they had families and clans to support, so they bowed their heads to the ones “buying” them to serve their silly little goals. How pathetic...
He disappeared with Izuna in his arms, taking him home, to take care of him, collecting the best healers amongst the Uchiha, including Y/n. She wouldn’t be happy...
Izuna’s blood soaked through his armour, painting Madara’s own a deep red colour, usually he liked everything red, as it was a symbol of the clan, but now it disgusted and terrified him. Deep down he knew Izuna’s not going to make it, but in a situation like this, rationality had no saying.
-Madara? –A voice. The warmest, sweetest, most beautiful voice in the world. – Madara, what are you doing here? Izuna?? –She rushed to them, panic reflecting in her eyes, mirroring the same feelings in Madara’s own orbs.
-Let me see him!- She opened up the armour, taking a close look at the bleeding wound. The cut was very deep, and relatively wide, Tobirama really was talented...
Y/n concentrated all her energy to her palms, spreading a green looking energy ball on to the damaged area of the younger Uchiha’s body, and though he was no longer unconscious, as he was when Madara rushed home with him, he was in pain, which only made the situation worse. Izuna’s face morphed into agony, his face was pale and sweaty, his obsidian eyes dull and almost lifeless.
The healing process went on for hours, they took the suffering Uchiha into his own house, Y/n and Madara resting by his side, Y/n concentrating on the healing and Madara silently praying to each and every gods that his brother would survive. It was dawn already, when he noticed his wife was extremely pale, holding her hand to her mouth and rushed to the toilet. Normally he would follow her to hold her hair or just caress her back gently to show her that he’s there, but this time he was too anxious. What if Y/n was sick and he’d lose her too? His grandmother’s symptoms were very similar to Y/n’s and she died...
The mighty Uchiha, leader of the clan, one of the strongest shinobi helplessly buried his face into his hands, expanding his prayers to Y/n...
Izuna’s agonies ended a few days later, as a parting gift, he gave his eyes to Madara, awakening the Mangekyo Sharingan, creating an ultimate warrior. The funeral was just like all the other ones, crying women, men who swore not to cry, another grave mound, fire, meaningless words saying his brother was already in a better place. Madara politely accepted all the things they had to say, then returned home with a weeping Y/n by his side.
Dinners were usually chatty in the Uchiha household, as both Y/n and Madara liked to share their things with the other one, playful banters, teasing turned heated kisses, lovemaking everywhere...However silence was the only sound heard now.
Y/n excused herself and went to the bathroom to empty her stomach on the tenth time that day, making Madara more anxious than ever.
-You should see a healer, Y/n. –He whispered when his wife returned. –I’m really worried about you, you know that.
-But Madara, I swear it’s nothing, probably some acid...
-Still! –His voice was demandingly resonated in the empty house.
-I’m not sick I swear.- She protested, but the Uchiha’s genius was too stubborn.
-Then how can you explain the constant nausea, weakness, dizziness and the fact that you hardly eat anything at all? I’m listening.
Realization hit him hard...Could it be?
Y/n was just about to fight back, when he stopped her.
-Are you pregnant?
Pregnant...Is she pregnant? Well, it could be, after all they’re a very passionate couple, but truth be told, they didn’t really talk about having children yet, but they were not using any sort of protection so...
-Y/n?
-I don’t know.- She whispered. If she was pregnant, this could be the worst time possible, Madara was grieving, the fights were still ongoing, she was terrified to imagine that one day Madara would be returned in somebody else’s arms, then dying a few days later...
But Madara knew. He knew if his little wife was pregnant, he must provide her and the baby and if he’s dead, he couldn’t do that, but in order to stay alive, peace was needed...He knew what he had to do.
Some days later peace was born, even if his late brother was against it... Hopefully he’d understand his thinking. Madara was a clan leader, one of the best shinobi, husband of Y/n, and soon a father. He looked at his wife, who nodded at him, soft hands on her still flat belly.
It was a lovely weather on that day, the Sun was shining brightly, wandering clouds, like fluffy little sheep covered the meadow of the azure blue sky in such a lazy manner, like there was nothing wrong in the world...
Madara looked up, silently prayed to Izuna to see this, to accept that peace was necessary for the future generation. Then he looked at his wife once again, whose pale face signed that they should soon return home, at least they have an excuse now he thought jokingly.
On the way home, when the Sun was already setting, painting the sky with different shades of orange, yellow, purple and pink, he smiled lovingly to his wife, who carried their baby, then placed his hand on her belly, softly caressing it, silently promising to create an ideal world with justice and peace.