Discovered Heart
Sakura:
Staring at open, warm flames did things to the eyes. Sometimes I could picture happy smiles and loving embraces of people I had met or not met. A future lost perhaps or maybe things from the past. When a heart was ready to die, does the person it belonged with really get a say. Even better when the heart and mind are in sync. The flames were warm against the skin, ensuring I wouldn’t die of coldness, the only comfort on this wintery day. Yet I would still die alone. Laying there on my side my mind began to wonder. Thinking dying alone here and now wasn’t so bad, after all I’d knew it would happen sooner or later. Better now than later on. Even if it would be slow and painful.
The flames were making me see things again. This time when the red, orange, and yellow protrayed an approaching figure. No take it back there were was more than one. Now even my ears were playing tricks on me, making me hear things. Shouts from the twist facial features but yet the worlds were muffled. Then the world went black.
Itma:
Footsteps, they seemed never ending, who ever made them had run fast and hard, the wintery cold doing them no favors. The Uchiha’s boarder gaurds had put a hell of a fight, strong and durable, they had been the one to make the prints. Sakura-San feet wouldn’t have carried her so far and wouldn’t have fallen so deep in the snow. Plus the foot size was off. Now all that was left was to track her down. Whether she went willingly or was kidnapped it was pervious I got to her. The cold would kill in a matter of minuets. Or she could’ve been injured during the fight, caught in the middle, an innocent party.
The prints veered off. The males prints ended at a base of a tree but smaller footsteps wondered away form the tree. On my heels, was two of my clan mates, Hirono and Badgard. The older men let me lead the hunt as we tracked down the missing women. It was times like these that I appreciated Tobirama-Nii-San for teaching me how to hunt and track. Smelling the air around me my noise notified me of the smell of omega in the area and the smell of smoke. The later making my noise scrunch but the discomfort was easily pushed aside.
Not far away a cave come into view. Smoke flowing out the big opening out front. A small figure huddled near by. Forcing down my own weather related discomfort, I forced my near frozen limbs forward, pushing and pushing until I was at her side. The omega was curled into a ball barely shivering, a clear sign that many things was wrong. Her scent only cementing what I already knew.
“That her?” Hirono questioned, no hesitation in offering the women his fur coat. She would need all the protection she could, outfitted in a mere night dress, a pair of socks, laying under two thick blankets. “Yes.”
“We need to get back to camp ASAP” the other alpha said, Badgard also loaned her his coat, looking down sadly at her figure. “It’s imperative that we get her back right away. Omegas are prone to coldness. She’s ill already this isn’t good.”
“What the hell were they doing with her out here?”
“Getting away from us” I answered Hirono. “They are really protective of her.” Having wrapped her up tight, kicked snow over the fire to estiguish it, my limbs carried the two of us back towards the mansion. Her small body laid over my back to share some of my heat and to keep her safe. My comrades right on my heels. Her small bag in Hirono’s hands, the other male bringing up the rear.
More smoke stacks reached my eyes as exhaustion began to set in. The treak out here, the fight, the search and coming back took a toll even on the most seasoned of body. My older middle brother was standing at the perminiter to the mansions grounds, awaiting our return in his typical worried big brother manner, my twin at his side. Except the “white demon” unfolded his arms, eyes widening and flashing to my side. If I hadn’t grown up with his doing this, I would’ve jumped out of my skin. Same could be said for any Senji. But my worried wort brother wasn’t forcused on me or any of our comrades. Never ceasing in his duty, Tobirama was the first to arrive and last to leave to a battlefield, putting his life on the line for his clan, his family. He waited endlessly for those he loved to return to the compound so his eyes could destrern if anyone was hurt or injured. But his routine was completly shattered when his entire attention was focused on the omega.
Sakura was taken into his arms. Wondering away from us without a single world and little more than a single glance our way. After a moment of hesitated suprise I follow him. My footsteps crunching in the flimsy thin coating of frost and snow on the hard ground below. “Ni-san?” But he contuined to ignore me,leading me to the front flaps of his personal tent. “Nii-San! You can’t take her in there-“ Yet the two peices slide closed behind him blocking them both from view. Leaving me standing out in the snow all by my lonesome. A significant amount of silence on my passes ,some thinking and I decide it’s a good idea to go get Hashirama and a medic. A person to deal with my strange brothers behaviors and another to heal the omega found in the snow.
Find father and you find the clans heir without problem. The two are easy to locate, huddling in the clan leaders tent conversing with the generals. Dispite the air littered with aggressive alpha scents the room is calm as reports are given without delay, the words carefully choosen. No detail is left unshared in the warm shelter yet at the same time only the words that carry the upmost importance leave the lips of my fathers most trusted men. Regardless if I desire to pull my brother from the fray and rush off to comfort the middle child of the main Senju clan branch, drawing the heir away would have to wait. And although I should pay better attention, knowing damn well I would be scolded later on for my lack of focus my mind was hyper focused on the omegas condition. What is she was deathly ill? Did the Uchiha harm her? Was he act at the boarder just that, an act? She hadn’t appeared to be physically harmed but as the saying goes ‘there’s more than one way to skin a cat.’ The enemy was not known for being merciful or considerate. It would not surprise me in the lest bit if they used their demonic eyes on her to draw out her torment. But why? What was her importance? How did she fit into the picture? She had no ties to our clan that I could recollect. Had not seen her a day in my life prior to our run in at the boarder. Exhaustion was kicking in, a headache breaking though the focus.
“Outo” the cold snaps me out of it as does my brothers voice. Sputtering I attempted to find the words needed to confront Hashirama. Finding my self face to face with my older brother able to see with bare eyes upclose and personal to his own needs and wellbeing. Eyes catching the rising rays of the sun as it crests the land, brining light to the day ahead, I see his tiredness and defeat. Hopefully he had not shown the latter to our father. Hashirama might crave peace, strive for it but father did not. Strove to completly wipe out the Uchiha. Peace was non-exsistant in his eyes. The eldest sibling calls out my name again to regather my attention. Standing back in the cold, having come to the realization I had been dragged outside I recount the story of finding her leaving nothing for question. Excluding Tobi’s behavior. I had already sent my twin Kawamra to get a healer. Hopefully it was not to late to save her.
Two sets of main branch footsteps breach the growing inches of snow under our feet. Not many our at this early morning, preferring to take shelter inside the canvas tents outfitted with stoves to heat the inside. A perfect comfort to constraint the outdoor conditions. Mine was calling my name. But duty first and foremost. One suffered for the greater good of the many. And even though she was not a Senju she was living being, an innocent person caught in the middle of an unfortunate war. I may not owe her anything but no Senju alpha male or female will turn their backs on an omega. For they are precious givers of life, bringers of comfort and love.
Upon our arrival, our ears could not pick up any sounds escaping the tent. Hashirama who had never thought twice before about barging in unannounced didn’t change habits now, pushing through the flaps without a second thought. The four fresh eyes take in the scene before us. Sakura lays unconscious on Tobi-Nii-SAN’s bed, one of the clan healers bent out her, examining and providing care in one move. Kawamara comes to stand near us,leaving the middle child’s side. Tobi is as close as possiple to the omega, standing so close he’s touching the metal legs of the cot. Unlike normal his arms are not folded, nor is he scowling. Rather his face is contorted in a worried expression. Going as far as to bit his lip in a worried motion. A habit our mother had failed to get him out of. Somthing must be terribly wrong.
Sakuras scent is low bearing, almost non-present in the small enclosed space. But for the rest of my life I will remember my eldest brothers reaction. How his lungs bore a deep intake of a breath,taking in the meager scent of omega. Eyes widening and darkening in an instant. The brown irises almost overcoming the white pupils of his steely gaze.
Without hesitation Hashirama moves forward. Steps silent in the small space. One littered with only a mattress on four metal legs, a small desk and stove. He is quickly blocked by the white demon, stepping between the unconscious women and his approaching brother. Hashirama who always saught to settle disputes with words and not fists dissolved into growling at our blockading brother. Normally he was more human than animalbut the normal persona I had come to associate with him was quickly falling to rubble in front of my eyes, esspically when he began to prostate in front his sibling. Tobirama, the normaly reasonable and most logic of the two responded in kind. Even if he loved to preach about humanity above all else. But here they were reduced to their basier instincts. Snarls erupt in the air, fists are clenched as the come chest to chest. Not an inch between them. Without prompt or hesitation punches are thrown. Before our eyes the two tumble into as pile of flailing limbs and skin tearing teeth. Blood splatters the ground, drawing my twin and I out of our shocked stupor. My twin gasps. Our brothers had never come to blows before, always holding back even in training. Hashirama a big teddy bear and Tobi the kind protector didn’t like hurting members of their family, yet here they were attempting to kill the other. The medic, not an ninja shouts in alarm, alerting the clan to the mayhem.
Our attempts at splitting the two apart falls to pieces, earning us nothing but our own marks and pain. Even with out the use of chakra, without the use of the Mokton and Water manipulation, the two were deadly in their own rights. Banishing claws and razor sharp teeth, tearing through flesh and bone like they were blood born enemies. But it was as if they didn’t even know who we were. Our own brothers! I stumbled before falling to my knees having taken a sharp yet deep cut to my leg and chest. One that nearly sliced down my whole belly. With one eye swollen shut and throbbing as it turned black, I was helpless to stand to protect my innocent clan mates or Sakura as the tent began to go up in flames. The two fighters having knocked over the stove, the metals flaming interior contents spilling out on to the tents floors. Smoke condemned the space to a lung burning inferno as oxygen left us. Kawamari with a painful cry fell next to me, sporting his own bruises and lasharations. But at least he could stand. “Get them out.”
By now the camp was alerted. How could they not when an open flame had engulfed an entire tent, esspically one belonging to a son of the main branch. Second more the fight was more than loud enough to attract the attention of these in the vincity. Could hear the the screaming of the troops outside the flaps. But I knew no one could enter without permission. Tobirama’s saw to that. A protective measure for sleeping he had once told me many years back. Only those with keys, my siblings and father could enter the tent unannounced. Though he had at one juncture sent Hashirama flying when he revoked his key one time. That had gone over well. Father had been furious, his eldest having landed in one of the supplies charts shattering it and its contents. As for our older brother he was heartbroken, crying and clutching at his closest in age siblings legs in apology. My recollection was quickly silenced, shoved to the back of my mind when father burst through the opening. Seeing four children the two youngest injured and bleeding at his feet and the other two trying to kill the other must of been a sight for his aged soul. Brainsihing two clones, we were carried out of the burning fabric structure. The heat to close for comfort. Toka, darling older cousin Toka was waiting close by, fighting stance Lessing when she say our states. What happended after that really was a blur, as my eyes closed.
Third person:
Under any other circumstances the victorious Senji warriors would’ve been right to assume they were under attack for the enemy. But yet no Uchiha ran rampet in the camp, the gaurds still standing tall int he wake of guarding their prisoners. So it came to a great shock to the clan when onlookers found the burning tent being exsisited by the two youngest children of the clan heard. The clones depositing them on the ground. Both rushed off to the medical tent to be treated for burns and vicious marks. The sounds of a battle reaching the ears of those in vincity.
What’s going on?”
“Damn it, whose attacking?” Another Senju warrior called out, the beta voicing the confusion of many in the feild lining the outside of the decrepited mansion. But not one could identify the abushers. Sounds from the tents interior reached ears but made little sense to those standing by. Snarls, growls, a long voice begging for reason and the ceasing of fighting. At least the latter was regonizatble, the omega clan leads. People wanted to rush in and reinforce but knew they would not be given entrance curtasy of the seals lining canvas walls.
Tick tock. Tick. Tock. Tick.Tock. Passing moments seemed like hours, felt like it too. Any minuet now the Senju war force was waiting with bated breath for the enemy to revel its face, to the see the identifying features of who dared enter the camp unannounced. To reap what the fool brought down on his or her head for their ill intentions. Yet just before the flame destroyed he shelter down to ashes, three figures emerged from the flashing, burning, red, yellow and orange. Butsuma Senju in his glory existed like the devil was on his ass, so therefore with little grace. But no one would be able to hold up a candle of blame when witnesses brains caught up with thier eyes saw. Covered in soot, burns and lasherations was the clan heir and his closest companion. Barely being held apart by their struggling omega parent. Butsuma-Senju had a reputation on hte battlefield but how could anyone fault him from struggling with his beamith children.
Toka, cousin to the leaders pups, daughter of the clans younger sister rushed forward to help her uncle. Her father and more clan members striving forward to tear the two apart. The omegas protectors rushing to the clan heads side to offer support and protection. “Knock them out” one of the alphas shouted. “Fuck, stop fighting.”
”Whats gotten into you?” Toka’s voice rang out, echoing the confused and pained statements of these around her. Using her alpha body weight to hold down her white haired cousin while her uncle jumped on Hashirama aided by his personal gaurds. Two more cousins rushing to her aid. “What the hell is going on?”
“Butsuma-Sama what’s going on? Why are they fighting? It’s like they want to kill each other” another voice rose in volume hell bent on being heard. Just another voice amoung the crowd confused and concerned with the unfolding events. “I don’t understand.” Another said.
But what some eyes had missed, was a final clone leaving the tent. The single entity escorting an unconscious omega and frightened medic from the burning inferno. But how could attention fall to them with two of the strongest were battling it out in front of their eyes.
Too many questions rapidly left the lips of the Senju warriors. The medics who having arrived on scene holding off on their approach until the two were more calm and subdued. The latter coming in the form of freezing and eyes focusing almost earily on three other escapees. Both the wood user and water manipulator ceasing their struggles, eyes watching their father’s clone bring the unknown women to the waiting medics. Headings turning uncomfortably to keep her in sight, snarling when healing hands touched her skin. Downright fighting to get free when she was lead away. But they were not the only ones eyeing the pink haired women. With less than one hundred omegas left in the world it left little wonder why the gazes of unmated and mated alphas alike locked on her figure. Even betas looked on intrigued as the women was carried away.
Peace wasn’t returned to the temporary compound until late in the morning. Only once the two alphas were knocked out cold and drugged with enough suppressants to stop an army were the Senju clan able to take a breath. The warning alphas were taken to the med tent escorted by their father, cousin and last remaining uncle. Others followed but at more of a distance, weary, eyes scanning for any indication of a threat. Entering the medical tent wasn’t an affair. Like any other time after a lengthy battle or any fight for the matter, the medical staff were running around like chickens with no head. Beds were laid out length wise, some empty some occupied. But the battle had been minor and no deaths had occurred on the Senju side. Upon further notice, an extra curtain had been erected, offering little privacy in a camp full of male and female alphas and betas. The two were brought to the other side of the tent, laid in separate beds and tended too.
Two other Senju soldiers watched the convoy enter and take their places. The two others were out cold, unaware of the goings on around here, but not the two awake. No those betas had heard the commotion outside their tempearly quarters under the watchful care of the healers. They knew not the whole story but saw enough that something had gotten ahold of the strongest of the clan and got them good. For both adult men were sprouting deep cuts, darkening bruises, singed and ripped clothing. Tobirama would be livid upon wakening. His precious fur, usually white in color and gifted to him by his mother at birth was now temporarily stained black with soot. They’ll be hell to pay upon his wakening. The healers wasted no time in caring for the siblings. As it was a little while ago a shaken medic and unknown women with bright bubble gum pink hair had stumbled into the tent under the guidance and care of a clone of the clan head. After ensuring the two were being well looked after the clone dispersed. Neither regonized the unknown women. Left to wonder what the hell an omega was doing on the battlefield.
Sakura:
Awakening in a foreign location one could imaging the terror pounding at my rib cage. Pulling white sheets up to my chest over my nightgown did little to allievate my distress. A curtain seperate me from what ever lay beyond the curtain. Shivering in both cold and fear my ears were pricked for all and every sound my ears could pick up. Footsteps thumped outside my private sealed off space. But the safty only an illusion, the curtain a flimsy and easily broken barrier. But what was I to do? Where was I to go?
My panicked thoughts sputtered to a halt when the threads parted, an unknown beta female passing through. Our eyes meet, my green set matching the widening brown eyes of my visitor. Shocked to the point that she nearly dropped the tray she was carrying. “You’re awake-“ the stranger started but a scream left my lips. It was if the entirely of the space around us went dead silent. Or maybe was overwhelmed by my nosy verbal terror. The tray was quickly set aside. More people rushed into the space. Hands tried to hold me down when I attempted to get away, out of bed and out the open doorway. The Uchiha gaurds names left my lips as I cried out for help. “Calm down” one foreigner pleaded with me, “we don’t want to hurt you.”
“Help help help” the words existed my lips in rapid accession. “Please” I begged, the words a mere whisper, looking at the three females holding me hostage. What were they planning to do to me? What did they want? Were they going to hurt me? Being held down like animal certainly gave that impression. “Please, I’m sorry” what I was apologizing for remained unseen. These people were unknown to me. Never had meet them before or seen their faces prior. But then a thought sputtered through my hectic mind, why bother asking for my life to be spared when all life brought me was pain and sorrow. What did I have to show for my endurance? What became of my long life? Nothing but abondoment. All pain and no happyness. “Just make it fast” I finally breathed out.
As soon as I stopped struggling the women took a breath of relief, now they could get onto killing me. Some pressure lifted off my flesh but hands kept my two arms and two legs secured. The one closest to my head took a deep intake of air before speaking first, “omega-San please don’t struggle. We mean you no harm. We only want to help you.” My head twisted this way and that signifying I didn’t agree. “Calm down. Just breath” another said, the voice low and comforting, eyes meeting mine. “In-“ she practiced the move with me, “out” the co2 left our lungs in unison. We repeated this numerous times but I did come to discover that the excersize did in-fact help calm me down. “Listen to me” the same women said, my eyes taking in her brown hair and eyes. Body encased in a simple white traditional outfit. One that matched the others in the small space. “My name is Yuri. I’m the head nurse. It’s nice to meet you omega-San.”
A smile was sent my way. But I couldn’t return it. Too confused, weary and downright tired to bring my self to a forced lifting of my lips. Besides what was there to smile about? Yuri contuined to speak to me, “we mean you no harm. We only seek to help you. Omega-San you’ve been unconscious for two days, near frozen to death. You just woke up and its understandable that your are fightended but I assure you, you are very much safe among the Senju. No harm will come to you.” The room fell into awkward silence as I waited for the ball to drop. The women did let me go but remained in the room, as if expecting me to freak out again. As soon as I was let go I curled up into a small ball. In the fatal position, my knees pressed to my chest I closed my eyes, tears spilling without remorse. Swallowing my whines was pointless.
A hand to my shoulder spooked me. Jumping out of my skin my eyes flew open. Arms still wrapped around me middle and legs I my sight landed on a foreigner sitting at the side of my bed. Behind him Yuri was bowing and the other women were out of the room. “It’s nice to meet you omega” the male voice said, my noise discovering much to my surprise that he was an omega like me. “My name is Senju Butsuma. I am the Senju clan leader.”