Katsuki no Monogatari [Uchiha Madara/oc]

Dread settled in Madara's stomach with vehemence; Questions rose in the back of his mind, whispering evil into his ears. His eyes scanned the room he was in, taking in every detail he could and try to distract his mind from the uncertainty the situation had instilled into him.
Explanations were more of a luxury in this situations, the luxury had not been extended to him and he denied himself the gratification of asking. Questions would only incite his father's wrath, and although the man respected him as a shinobi, he was still his son and would do as he says.

Despite the array of life risking situations he had been thrown into, Madara was still a child and curiosity still piked in him. The anxiety of not knowing started to get at him and his feet started to bounce in anticipation and alert. Only the coldness of his trusted kunai calmed his nerves.

The moment his mouth opened to finally indulge in the inquiries he so desperately wanted to make, the door slid open, revealing three people elegantly dressed. The only male in the trio wore the robes of an advisor, he recognized the male as his father's trusted friend. The two female's faces were covered with beautifully decorated fans. He knew his clan's customs and females were not allowed to show their faces to man other than their immediate family, no matter their position, but he could assume they were his wife and daughter.

"Hello, Tajima-san," The man spoke, greeting his father with a short bow. "Forgive my tardiness, my daughter was a little... confused."

The girl's black eyes peaked from behind the fan she was clumsily holding between her small hands. She looked entirely too small for the robes she wore, the style too mature for the innocence she illustrated. Her big eyes darted between the two males, also wondering who they were and why she was here.

Katsuki's little mind couldn't come up with a reason as to why she was here, she had been disoriented the entire evening, allowing herself to be pulled one way and another. She felt weak under the weight of the silk draped and wrapped around her small frame, the make-up was uncomfortable and the fan was too big in her hands. The feelings of confusion and discomfort overwhelmed her to the point she had to resist the urge to cry, she was uncomfortable and anxious. So she spent the day with a pout and tears welling up in her eyes.

"Don't worry, mine had been anxious too," Tajima spoke, causing his son to stiffen in his seat. The boy looked at him from the corner of his eye, hating how easily he had been read by his father. "Madara, say hello to Katsuki-chan."

Madara's face scrunched up in annoyance, he could see that the girl was not only younger than him, but she was clearly a little air-headed. He could feel the naivity radiating from her in almost palpable waves, he already didn't like her.

"Hello, Katsuki-chan." He grunted out through gritted teeth, her eyes instantly became slightly smaller, indicating a hint of a smile appearing on her face. His annoyance only grew seeing the girls immediate mood change, he hated when people's emotions changed easily.

"Katsuki is going to be your wife when you're old enough, Madara." Tajima announced, setting his rough hands on his son's shoulder.

"Wife!" The girl exclaimed giggling at the sound of the word, she had certainly heard it from her parents a few times, but had never put much thought into it She beamed up at him in excitement, clearly not understanding the situation and forgetting her initial discomfort.

"But she's a baby!"

"I'm not a baby, I'm this old!" Katsuki argued, lifting four fingers up at the slightly older boy, who furrowed his eyebrows at the girl's behavior. The difference in maturity was only attributed to the vastly distinctive situations they had been thrown into, not either of them's fault.
Katsuki had lived a comfortable life within her loving home, daughter to two loving parents and many servants to keep her company. Madara was inserted into a battlefield when he was exactly this girl's age, he was forced to mature at a faster rate than her; He needed to be able to properly blend into his environment and navigate his way to victory.
But he was still a child, in his foolish head he believed the girl would forever be a baby and would always act this way, and he didn't want to be married to a baby.

Marriage wasn't anything he'd ever see himself doing; His parents weren't the most admirable of unions and he wasn't interested in living a life walking on eggshells. His parents rarely interacted, except maybe whenever they needed to produce a child, he assumed. They lived in different houses and his father would occasionally visit his mother with gifts from other lands and flowers he'd bring from the most beautiful fields, but it was clear that no love existed between them. Tajima would hand his wife the gifts with a sour expression, and she'd receive them only to set them in a corner of her house never to be used or seen again. But she provided him five sons and that is really the only thing expected of their marriage.

The walk back to their house was silent, Madara tried to forget his father's words but the entire conversation still echoed in his mind. In ten years he'd be marrying that girl, and soon after, have a child. He liked kids, because he loved Toga and Izuna, but the thought of bringing his own into the world just made him cringe. His mind filled with smelly diapers and incessant crying, an angry lady yelling at him and his brothers laughing.

"You're the clan heir, this is your duty," Tajima finally spoke as they neared his mother's house. Knowing his son wasn't happy, but not really caring. "Rarely are we in happy with our chosen spouses."

He left as soon as one of his wife's maidens opened the door to let the boy in, not even asking about the woman's deteriorating health.