Katsuki no Monogatari [Uchiha Madara/oc]

"M'gonna get married in about three years."

Hashirama's eyes widened at his friend's confession, a grin crept up his face and he beamed.

"That's so cool!"

Madara frowned and wondered if his friend was crazy, he stared at him like he'd grown another head. The raven had been dreading that moment from his entire childhood, he grew even more apprehensive with each passing year, knowing that the inevitable drew closer and closer.
His friend continued to ramble about how sweet it must be, to be married, and saying how'd he'd be so happy about having a pretty wife and be able to spend every day with her.

"It's not fun." He grumbled, looking away from his friend. "I hate it."

"Why?"

"I don't know..."

Hashirama slapped his back making him choke on his spit. "Lighten up, I bet she's gonna be the best wife in the world."
The brunette looked happier than him to be married, he looked up at the sky dreamily, imagining his friend's kids running around.

"I bet your kids are gonna be nicer than you!"

Madara recalled the memory with an unpleasant feeling, it had long since he and Hashirama had stopped being friends and he hated the moments in which memories would surface and dampen his mood. Their interactions were now limited to the battlefield, where the brunette would constantly try to convince him to put a stop to the war, as if he had the power to do that.

Their history was riddled with way too much bloodshed and grudges that it felt almost impossible for the two clans to coexist in harmony. They would always hate each other for the people who's lives they took form each other.

The raven made his way to the west border, where his younger brother would be waiting for him along with a few other clansmen. Being on border patrol was torture for the two males, it was usually peaceful, too peaceful for two people who constantly chased the thrill of violence. A sigh left his lips, and the men beside him slightly jumped at the sudden action.

He was painfully aware of how people viewed him, they were all scared at him. They whispered how he was a demon, descendant of devils that gifted him with a power no man should have. It didn't phase him anymore, it had been happening ever since he was a child so it really didn't matter to him anymore.

"Madara-sama," One of the men pulled him out of his thoughts, he looked at the man in expectancy. "Do you feel that?"

The teen silently cursed himself for not noticing before, there were about 10 unknown chakra signatures round his brother's, they weren't menacing but still too many for his liking.

"Let's go."

A thunderous drumming echoed in his chest, each beat resonating with a frantic rhythm as his mind grappled with the harrowing prospect. The mere thought of losing his younger brother sent a chill down his spine, gripping him in a vice of paralyzing fear. He pushed himself to arrive at the place at an impossible speed, the familiar scenery blending into a blur of colors.

"Hagoromo clan." One of his companions muttered. seeing the symbol on their shoulder plate. "We've never had differences with them."

"Nii-san." Izuna exclaimed at his brother's unceremonious arrival, the older of the pair glared at the people of the other clan.

"What is your business here?" He asked, making no use of his manners.

"Are you the leader?" The only woman of the group asked, stepping forward. No hint of fear in her body-language, instead she held her head high and smirked at his behavior. "It is the leader we wish to speak to."

"What business do you have with him?" Madara glared, crossing his arm over his chest. "Surely you'd know walking into a clan's territory unannounced can be taken as trespassing and cause a rift."

"I'm very much aware, however I think my offer is good enough for you to overlook our little offence."

"There is nothing your clan can offer us."

"Oh but there is," She smirked, Madara's glare tightened in return. "You're numbers are dwindling and your women aren't birthing children fast enough for you to produce more soldiers and send them out to battle."

The man's ire was hidden behind a mask of indifference. Everything she said was true, the clan had been more focused on war that they forgot to reproduce. Despite numerous arranged marriages being set up and couples being united left and right, each time younger and younger, these couples were failing to reproduce and increase their numbers, something was unsuccessful about their system but they simply haven't the time to figure out what it was.

"That is non of your concern."

"Our men will fight for you and our women will birth your children," she answered, taking another step further. "Which your own women have, apparently, not been able to do."
In a second Madara's blade was pointed at her throat, but she refused to be intimidated by him, his actions only causing her smile to widen.

"We need not your blood contaminating our bloodline."

"Oh, but you do need our men."

"Madara-sama!" Another Uchiha called out to him, appearing from the same direction he had come from, he was clearly out of breath, surely from using the full extent of his speed to reach the place in time. "Tajima-sama has allowed the Hagaromo clan to enter the clan grounds and have an audience with him."

Madara glared at the people in the room from a corner, he refused to believe his father was accepting their offer. He felt his pride being wounded, accepting help from a clan that is not only beneath them but from a clan as barbaric and backwards as the Hagoromos was a new low, one he refused to let himself be dragged down to. He could sense the woman's cockiness and it irked him how she was able to walk into The Uchiha clan's grounds, where she is severely outnumbered and at a disadvantage ability-wise and still find a way to be so confident, as if she owned the place.

"We haven't much to ask of you," She answered his father's question. "All we want is you return the favor to us in a very near future. A little tension has been building between us and the Fuma, a close ally of the Senju."

Madara's ire increased tenfold when his father accepted their ridiculous offer. He couldn't believe his father feel for 'the enemy of my enemy is my ally' idiocy, they were not a clan that could be trusted. Seething rage, like molten lava coursing through his veins, consumed him as he watched his father, a figure of pride and authority, accepting aid from those he deemed beneath their station. The betrayal of his expectations was a bitter pill to swallow, a wrenching realization that shattered the pedestal upon which he'd placed his father. The son's anger raged like an inferno within, fueled by a potent mix of disappointment, humiliation, and a sense of crumbling superiority. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened, and his eyes blazed with indignation at this perceived affront to their family's honor. The very foundation of his belief in their esteemed lineage was shaken by the perceived tarnish of accepting assistance from those he deemed inferior, leading to a storm of emotions that roared within him, leaving his heart heavy with an unyielding resentment.

"Since when did you have a new gunbai?"

Madara turned to his younger brother; The boy was leaning on a pillar, staring at him with his usual nonchalant expression, but he could see the teasing glint in his eyes.

"Katsuki-san gifted it to me."
Madara tried to sound as insouciant as possible to foul any schemes of future teasing, but his plan failed as a little smirk crept onto his brother's face. He inwardly prepared for any comment about to be thrown his way.

"Oh," He dragged out the 'o', smirking a little wider. "So you have finally warmed up to her? You seem to have discarded your old one rather quickly."

Sometimes he really wanted to strangle his brother, Izuna had a habit of teasing him relentlessly, but he'd mask his taunting as innocent questions as to remain blameless in the eyes of others. A manipulative little beast, in Madara's opinion.

"Don't."

"But you were oh so angered by your marriage a few months ago, you couldn't even look her in the eye!"

Madara's eye closed in exasperation, he was trying his hardest to control his temper in this situation, he really didn't want to be a hypocrite and be the one to hurt his little brother, but the younger teen seemed to want to play with fire, literally, and gamble his life for a few laughs.
Though annoyed, Madara cherished moments like this one, when they weren't on a battlefield drenched in blood and fighting for their lives, as much as he enjoyed battle he didn't particularly take delight in having to worry about his brother's well-being; he had long earned his respect as a capable shinobi, but he still found himself finishing his enemy off quickly to check on his brother, or carrying his fights closer to the younger male's in hopes of aiding him if needed.

"What you thinking about, pretty boy?" Madara's annoyance deepened as the voice of the Hagoromo woman reached his ears, as if he didn't have enough dealing with one cocky idiot.

"His wife, probably." Izuna interjected, chuckling when his brother's eyes snapped open to give him the most hate-filled glare he could muster. "Seems I have other business to attend, I'll leave you two to it. Goodbye, Nii-sama, Hagoromo-sama."

"I've head about you being incredibly strong and striking fear into the heart of anyone who laid their eyes on you..." She mused, taking a seat beside him, causing the raven to stiffen.

"I personally don't see it, Mada-kun."