𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞
She sat in the sunshine, her head tilted upwards towards the sky. Relishing in the feeling of warmth from the glowing Penny in the sky and in the soft breeze that swept through her hair. Exhaling softly through her nose she spread her fingers between the soft blade of grass, digging the tips of her fingers into the dirt below she turned her head down and concentrated.
Searching within herself she reached for the energy embodied in her bones. In her mind. In her heart. She reached out for the sea of black and grabbed hold of a single strand and pulled it forward. She used that strand as a tether from her body to the ground and shivered when she felt the earth tether back.
With a happy little giggle she exhaled through he nose and pulse her chakra into the ground. Feeling the earth respond she giggle once more before sending a single thought out towards the ground.
Open.
With a quiet rumble the ground beneath her fingers cracked open creating a five foot long chasm in the ground, bout size feet wide and deeper than she would like to explore.
Pulling away from the earth she let a silent grin light up her face.
A slow clap jostled her from her small bubble. Her onyx eyes widened as she snapped her head around, her raven hair whipping around with the abrupt movement.
"You did well, imouto," they started with a nod of their head.
When she realized who it was she smiled "Onii-chan !"
Spring up to her feet, her black kimono embroidered with flames swishing by her ankles she rushed over to the older boy tackling him into a hug. "You're back! How was your mission? Where's cousin Shisui?"
Itachi chuckled at his little sister looking down at her with a light expression. "It went well. Cousin Shisui has gone home to rest," he told her brushing a lock of her raven hair that fell in her face behind her ear.
Pulling back her eyebrows pulled down into a frown, "But what about you?"
"What about me, Madara?"
"You're tired too, nii-chan, you should go home and rest," she stated with a pout and bright onyx eyes.
"I was going to, but I got home and only one sibling was there to greet me and I grew worried. I couldn't help but wonder where my little raven had gone so I went to find her, and here she is," he poked her forehead affectionately and she giggled recoiling from him.
"Here I am!" She threw her hands up before skipping away back towards the chasm and kneeling in front of it.
Itachi hummed following her hand sitting beside her, "Impressive, can you close it?"
Madara grinned and nodded her head, once again her eyes slipped closed and she dug her fingers into the earth with exhaling softly she tethered her chakra to the ground before releasing a pulse through it and released a thought towards the ground.
Close.
Itachi watched as the ground sealed itself shut, not a single indication that it had been opened. Madara pulled her hands away from the ground with a slight pant.
It was harder for her to close it than it was to open it. Easier to destroy than to fix.
"All better now," she smiled at Itachi brightly.
"Yes, you've done well, you have good chakra control," he praised and her her smile grew impossibly brighter.
"Thank you, nii-chan, do you think if I show otou-san he'll allow me to go to the academy next month?" She asked hopefully hiding her hands in the sleeves of her kimono dress.
"I cannot tell you for sure, imouto, but I'm sure he will consider it," he told her with a not of his head.
"All I need is a chance to prove that I can be the best, just a chance,"she stated with a shy smile, running her fingers along the ground.
Itachi reached over and patted her head, "We can only hope."
"Say, Madara?"
"Hmm?" She looked over her brother with a sudden sleepy expression. The warmth of the sun and the coolness of the breeze made her want to lay down and watch the clouds till she drifted off into a comfortable sleep.
"Why are you in the forest anyway?"
"Sasuke nii-chan wouldn't leave me be, I wanted lay in the grass and watch the clouds, but he wished to train, so when he wasn't paying attention I escaped here into the forest, it's nice here," she explained releasing a yawn as she stretched out like a cat.
She sighed in content when Itachi's fingers strong but gentle ran through her hair softly. She liked when people toyed with her hair. It made her muscles turn to mush and her brain turn into a puddle.
The wind came to a stand still, the warmth from the sun disappeared and the sudden relaxation vanished.
His fingers trailed up the nape of her neck and tangled into her hair. Madara wasn't quick enough to escape, as he clenched the soft locks viscously in his hand and yanked her head back violently. Her muscles coiled her eyes the colour of blood snapped open.
The pale skin of her neck exposed to the sharp edge of his blade.
"Ita-Itachi," she choked out, trembling fearfully in his grasp. "Y-you're hurting me."
Her eyes took in the blood stained files and roof, the three bodies laid out on the ground, two dead and cold, the other unconscious and tortured.
He paid her no heed as he dragged her across the floor by her hair, kicking and screaming.
"Let go! Let go!"
She grabbed ahold of the wooden panel of the sliding door. "No! No!" She shrieked like a banshee.
She didn't want to die. Oh, kami, don't let her die.
After a silent struggle, he moved the blade of his katana sharply pulling it from her neck slicing the skin open in the process, and with a swift movement, stabbed the tip of his sword into her fore arm.
Her scream was shrill, her desperate grip on the door loosened and with a violent tug that rubbed her skull raw her grip slipped and another volley of pleas escaped her trembling lips.
He ignored her desperate shrieks and please to leave her be and dragged by her hair down the hall. From the living room where the bodies of their parents lay towards the room in which they use to sleep.
"Stop begging!" He bellowed.
"Storms don't beg!"
Madara shot up violently from her hunched position, "Storms don't beg!" She echoed breathlessly her left hand coming up to sooth the non existent burn in her scalp. Her nimble fingers meeting her soft, short, raven hair that stopped by her chin. Slowly her hand trailed away from her scalp down to her throat. Her path stopped by a wooly scarf, wrapped snugly around her neck. With a quiet exhale, she unwound it and let her nimble fingers trail across the pale skin. Coming up with nothing but a smooth surface. Next pulling her right hand from the table she let it trail up her left arm. Towards the non-existent ache in the inside of her fore arm.
Slowly, she traces her fingers over a thick scar the length of her thumb. With quiet exhale she looked down at her hands and flinched slightly when her foggy mind saw blood stained hands instead of the ink she expected. Blinking harshly she looked back down at her hands and sighed in silent relief at the black smudges that stained the pads of her fingers, in the warm glow of of the gas lamp.
Scattered in front her were papers upon papers of number combinations and patterns scribbled neatly on single lined pieces of paper, while a large tome of book on Fūinjutsu sat in the middle of the clutter. Staring tiredly at the book that had all but sucked the joy out of her bone, Madara released a long awaited yawn, stretching out, her lithe form arching.
The piping of her back in all the right places caused a groan of content to escape her lips and with a sharp cocker head she cracked her neck releasing the tense knot in her nape.
Staring ahead of her she turned her head slightly to look or the window groaning when she saw the pale light of down peaking out from between her windows.
Stretching out her legs she climbed to her feet before, turning off the lamp and heading out the door. Sliding it closed behind her she brought her ink stained thumb to her mouth and bit the tip lightly drawing a small drop of blood she swiped her thumb along the screen channeling her chakra into the seal that was her laced on the door.
And with a small glow the seal activated, sealing the room shut form any outside disturbances. Turning on her heel she goes down the hall turning left she slides open the door to her room. Her futon un-slept in, like had been for the passed few years.
Sliding the door closed behind her, she began to gather her toiletries and clean clothes for the day. She went and got ready. On her way back from the bathroom she stopped in front of her brother's door and and knocked on the the wooden paneling on the door before sliding it open.
Sasuke was sat up in his futon bleary eyed and staring blankly at her. Leaning against the frame she looked at him him with matching onyx eyes. "Do you want anything particular for breakfast?"
He stared at her for a long moment with furrowed brows as if he couldn't process what she had just asked. Blinking slowly he simply grunted out a: "Hn."
Nodding her head lightly, "Tomatoes it is," stepping back from his door she slid it closed and made her way to the kitchen. After she finished preparing breakfast which consisted of rice and diced tomatoes, Sasuke stumbled in still half asleep quietly sitting at the table. The siblings ate in silence. Like they normally did.
There was nothing new to talk about. No new friends, both as antisocial as the next person. While Madara had about two friends one she her absolute best. There was nothing new. One enjoyed taking naps or cloud watching. The other ate his weight in food. And Sasuke didn't have any.
Because he was just as prickly as a cactus.
Madara snorted lightly when the sudden image of Sasuke as a cactus lit up in her mind. Her sharp breath drew her brother's attention and he fixed with a look. "What's so funny?" She hadn't even smiled but he knew she was laughing, at him in particular.
She said nothing as she fiddled with her scarf. Rolling his eyes he grunted, "Hn."
~~~~~
"Why don't you come sit next to me Madara-chan!"
"I can be your pillow Madara-chan!"
"I-I brought you some dango!"
"Well I got you chocolate!"
Madara was exhausted and a headache was slowly building from beneath her eyelids as she sat at her desk. A row below her brother, Akimichi Choji sat on her right side as they waited for their other friend to show up. She had most of her face hidden beneath her red scarf, her eyes sealed closed as she tucked her head on the Akimichi's shoulder, using him as her make shift pillow, not that he minded. As long as she didn't get in the way of if his eating, he could be her pillow for life.
On his right in the aisle was a crowd of fan boys that she had accumulated since she started the ninja school. Much like how a row above them, Sasuke's own fangirls screeched for his attention.
None of the boys dared to make their way to her left, the seat reserved the lazy genius. Last time a boy had grown the balls to sit in that spot. Nara Shikamaru, their best friend had used his shadow technique to throw him out the window.
He got detention and an earful from his mother, but he didn't care. The next morning, he came in a little earlier, looked Madara in the eye and said, "You're too pretty, it's troublesome."
Madara blinked at him lazily before grunting out a simple, "Hn."
"Like I said, troublesome," was his greeting as he walked into the room, pausing to glare at the boys in annoyance before sinking in the seat next to her. Quietly pushing a cup of coffee under her nose. When the smell hit her sinuses she all but sprung to life.
Grabbing a hold of the styrofoam cup, she gave it her full attention, savouring the bitter taste.
"You're only eleven and your already obsessed with coffee," Choji commented as he munched on his bbq chips.
"Hn."
"Oh, right, Uchiha Madara's social hours don't start till at least ten o'clock," Shikamaru drawled with a small amuses smirk as he laid his head on his arms, yawning lightly. "I forgot."
"Bold of you to assume I even have social hours," she responded, her voice soft and dainty. A voice that matched her aristocratic face.
Her comment received amused snorts by both the Nara and Akimichi and her lips twitched up lightly at the corners. Though she didn't smile physically, her eyes smiled for her. Sparkling with amusement and some sadness.
Unbeknownst to her, as she looked back down at her coffee cup fiddling with the sleeve, Shikamaru was watching her. The lazy genius and the Uchiha had know each other since he was six and she was five. He found her crying in the woods by the Nara compound.
He had escaped to the woods that afternoon after getting nagged half to death by his mother for being a lazy bum. As he walked deeper into the woods that held the deers that represented the Nara clan (mumbling how troublesome his mother was), he stumbled across a small girl curled at the trunk of his favourite tree. She had her tiny fists over her eyes as her shoulders shook with heavy sobs. Unknown to her, the normally skittish deers has surrounded her like a protective wall or a halo.
They made way for him as he walked through and he stared at her for a long moment before click his tongue, "Troublesome, how long have you been crying here?"
His question startled her and her head snapped up, her long, raven locks swaying with the movement and she looked up at him with wide onyx eyes that shimmers with tears. "I'm sorry!" She exclaimed as she scrambled to her feet.
She was pretty, was his first thought before she pushed it down. The deer shifted but didn't run, which he found odd. "Did I scold you?"
She blinked at him confused, "w-what?"
He rolled his eyes lightly, "Did I scold you?"
"N-no," She stuttered our as she sniffled, wiping her tears away.
"Then why are you apologizing?"
"Sorry."
"There it is again," he responded reaching forward and flicking her red nose. Her face burned in embarrassment.
"S-sor-," she cut herself off when he sent her a look, "W-what was the question?"
"How long have you been crying here?"
The girl paused before looking up at the setting sun, "Three hours?" She asked more than stated.
He looked at her blankly before shaking his head, "Troublesome," he grunted as he sat down next to where she had been seated a moment before. She stared at him oddly, before looking at the tree line, the deer having left already. "Are you going to stand there or are you going to sit?"
She blinked at him, "You aren't going to ask me why?"
"Tch, if you were ready to talk about it you would have told me already."
"But we're strangers?" She cocked her head, and Shikamaru resisted the urge to pet her like a puppy. Troublesome, he thought.
"Nara Shikamaru," he nodded at her while patting the spot next to him. "See, now we aren't strangers."
The girl let out a little giggle before she sat down next to him, "Uchiha Madara."
"Now we're friends," he stated as he leaned back to watched the clouds. It was quiet but he could feel her eyes on him. Turning to look at her he found her looking at him with wide eyes.
"What?"
"Friends?"
"Yep."
"You and me?"
"Yes, do you see anyone else?“
"I've never had friend before," and she smiled a wide, pretty smile before she leant back against the tree trunk and look up at the clouds.
Her smile was still vivid in his memory when he thought back. Still as clear as day. As he looked at her he tried to recall the last time she smiled. It has been a long while. A very long while, but she still had the light in her eyes. Though it had dimmed, it still shone in her eyes, shrouded by darkness and pain.
That was the difference between her and her brother. She still found a way to find happiness in every day things. Where Sasuke learned to look at the world in black and whit, Madara learned to appreciate the simple things.
Her onyx eyes flickered in his direction as she finished off her coffee. Reaching over she poked his forehead with cold fingers, "You're staring."
Huffing her grabbed her cold hand in his warm palm, "Troublesome woman, why are your hands always so cold?"
"Hn."
He pulled closer across the bench and she laid her head on his shoulder instead. Ignoring the heated glares her fan boys sent his way he threw an arm over her shoulder intertwining his fingers with her own in an unbothered attempt to warm her fingers.
Feeling a small prickle on the back of his neck, behind him and spotted Sasuke staring at him with narrowed eyes and he smirked pulling her closer.
"Hey, Where's Iruka sensei?" Choji asked when he finally looking up from his bag of chips. Madara raised her head from Shikamaru's shoulder, to look at her chubby friend.
Shrugging her shoulders she tucked her face deeper into her scarf and laid her head on Shikamaru's shoulder once agin releasing a tired yawn.
Choji's question was answered when the door to the classroom stood open with a loud bang. In came Iruka-sensei, dragging Uzumaki Naruto bound in rope behind him.
"Kinky," Madara commented lightly as she raised her head. Shikamaru shook his head in amusement while Choji let out a hearty laugh.
"Quiet down!" Iruka-sensei snapped at the kids, who were quick to scramble to their seats and watch on in silence. He then fixed his brown eyes gaze on the bright yellow ball of trouble, who sat on the ground with an angry pout. His whiskers twitching in annoyance.
"I'm at the end of my rope with you Naruto!" He scolded as he crossed his arms. "You failed the graduation test last time and the time before that. Tomorrow you have another chance, and you're messing it up again."
Is it a thing for teachers to just air out their student's dirty laundry in front of class, or? Madara thought with a sweet drop, leaning back in her chair she grimaced lightly in pity.
The yellow ball of trouble turned his head to the side, "Hmph!"
It seemed to tick of Iruka-senses very much, his face turned a light shade of red as he clenched his jaw.
"Fine!" He turned to the class, "Because you missed it, Naruto, everyone will review the transformation Jutus!"
With that said everyone groaned in annoyance, except, Shikamaru, Madara And Sasuke, the Nara simply mumbling, "What a drag,"under his breath.
Reluctantly the class made their way down to the front of the room standing in a single file line and one by one the class preformed the transformation jutsu.
"Haruno Sakura," Iruka-sensei called out, and Madra rolled her eyes from where she stood in front her brother and behind Naruto. The pink haired girl has been a pain in Madara's ass since they first met. Even though Madara didn't necessarily hate her bubble gum haired classmate, she was just highly annoyed by her presence. Her and the young Yamanaka.
The girl stepped forward, "Alright, Sakura here," she announced her presence and Madara eyebrows dipped down ward. Leaning over towards her brother she whispered.
"Why is she announcing her presence, we already know she's there?" Sasuke looked at his sister for a moment, his lips twitching up into a tiny smirk before he shrugged his shoulders.
"Hn."
Then as she went to look away she couldn't help but notice how she and her brother unconsciously matched. It wasn't that hard, now that she thought about it, the both basically had the same colour scheme. Blue and white. Blue and black. Blue, black and white. All embroidered with the Uchiha insignia on the back or shoulders. Despite neither of them being twins it was unexcapable.
She wore a sleeveless, dark blue and white qipao that revealed her bellybutton, embroidered with the Uchiha clan symbol (an Uchiwa), with white skin tight pants and black ninja sandals (that were weighted). Up her left arm was a white bandage wound loosely. While on her right she had a white and blue elbow protector. Around her neck was a red wooden scarf. On her thigh was her weapon pouch.
Sasuke mirrored the blue and white colour scheme, a short sleeved, dark blue shirt with a wide turtleneck, embroidered with the clans symbol, loose white shorts, white and blue leg warmers and blue and white elbow warmers, with blue ninja sandals.
Turning her attention back tot the pink h as she watched as Sakura put her hands up in the Ne symbol before yelling out, "Transform!"
With a puff of smoke in her place stood a mirror image of Iruka-sensei.
"You transformed into me, good," he praised and with another puff of smoke, Sakura in her normal form was jumping up and down happily. "Yes! I did it!" Turning on her heel to look at Sasuke she exclaimed, "Sasuke! Did you see that?!"
"Next, Uchiha Sasuke!"
Her brother stepped forward and putting his hand up in Ne he as well transformed into Iruka-sensei.
"Uh, good," he nodded though there was a tiny hint of disappointment in his voice. With out a care Sasuke transformed back with puff of smoke, hands in pockets.
"Next, Uchiha Madara," the girl stepped forward arms crossed over chest, with tired sigh she decided who she was going to transform into. Holding her hand in the Ne symbol she channels her chakra to every point o of her being and with a puff of smoke transformed into the Sandaime. She had his pipe and everything.
Iruka blinked at her transformation trying to spot a single out of place wrinkle and when he was content he spoke. " The Third Hokage, impressive," he nodded. Dispelling the jutsu she made her way to the back of the line, winking lazily at Choji on her way down. Ignoring the loud praises of the fanboys.
"Next up, Uzumaki Naruto!"
"This is a total waste of time, Naruto," Shikamaru groaned from whet stood. Madara rolled her eyes.
Lazy ass.
"We always pay for your screw ups," Yamanaka Ino finished with a scowl.
The Uzumaki simply scowled, "Like I care."
With attitude he walked up to the grin to of the class. Putting his ya da up in Ne, a wave of chakra washed of Madara from where she stood and she blinked. Naruto had a lot of chakra but had very little control. He was using way to much to preform a simple jutsu, she could basically see the blue chakra surround him from where she stood.
"Transform!"
With a puff of smoke there stood a nude lady with blonde hair and whiskers. Madara was grateful for her scarf, the fabric hiding the fact her jaw had dropped. Exhaling sharply she shook her head to compose herself.
This little shit!
The class reacted with gasps and childish giggles. Well because-boobies. Iruka blanched stark white and blood gushed from his nose and he nearly fainted.
Huffing in amusement, though her lips twitched downwards. The female Uchiha looked at her sensei in disgust, "Pervert."
The class let out snickers at her blunt statement.
Iruka gasped, sweat dropping, "I'm not a pervert!"
Madara blinked slowly before once again repeating, "Pervert."
Iruka's soul began to leave his body in embarrassment before Naruto dispelled the jutsu and snort out a laugh, "ahaha! Gotcha. That's my sexy jutsu!"
To say the least, Iruka-sensei was livid as he yelled, " Cut the stupid tricks! This is your last warning!"
Ano, he did technically pass the jutsu. He transformed unconventionally, and by default incapacitated his opponent, Madara thought as she stared him in pity.
~~~~~~
"Ne, Aniki," Madara called out as she walked out of the house to where he was training, as usual. The older of the two stopped his kunai throwing to look at his sister with a blank gaze. "I made you dinner and packed your bento for tomorrow, do you need me to do anything else before I leave?" She asked adjusting her shoulder bag, her gaze just as, if not more blank.
His eyes lingered on her bag, packed with a change of clothes and other things for tomorrow. He looked back at her and shook his head.
"You know you can come if you want right? Yoshino-san has an extra futon packed away in case you ever want to join us," she inquired and he shook his head once again although there was a much more hostile aura around him.
"I'll see you at school," she gave him a lazy two fingered salute and turned on her heel making her way outside the compound and up the road towards the Nara compound on the other side of the village.
It grew dark as she leisurely strolled through the village. To the untrained eye she looked relaxed unbothered. But to those who knew, they saw her guard up. Her eyes constantly moving looking for a threat.
As she passed the stall to RAMEN ICHIRAKU, her name was called, "Madara- Chan!" The girl paused mid step and turned look at the stall only to spot Iruka-sensei and Naruto enjoying some ramen together.
"Iruka-sensei," she bowed her head lightly at her sensei, "Uzumaki-san," she nodded at Naruto before she began her walk once again only to stop when her sensei called out for her again.
"Where are you going at this time of night?"
"The Nara compound," she said nodding in the direction of her destination.
"Why are you going over there to those boring Naras, join us, Madara-can, dattebayo!" Naruto exclaimed with a loud grin motioning Madara to join him.
The youngest Uchiha shook her head, " Yoshino-san has made dinner, she's expecting me, enjoy your ramen," she waved lightly and walked away, making sure not to turn when her name was called again.
That small delay was enough to have Nara Yoshino on her ass the moment Madara walked through the door.
"What happened? Are you okay?" The girl wasn't even able to breathe in to replay before Yoshino had attempted to glomp her. "Are you hurt? Did someone attack you?"
"Tch, kaa-san, she can's answer you if you keep talking," Shikamaru's lazy drawl interrupted from where he sat across from his father at a shogi board.
"Watch your tone, brat!" Yoshino snapped at her son, a tick mark appearing on her forehead.
A chorus of "Troublesome," came from where the father and son sat.
"What was that?!"
"...nothing."
"Damn right, it better be nothing," she huffed and the three others sweatdropped at her. She turned to look at Madara who began to unstrap her weighted sandals. Yoshino never let her train in her house. Walking with weights was not even passable.
"Well?"
Madara looked up at her with wide eyes, "No."
Yoshino then narrowed her eyes, "Then why were you late?"
"I saw Iruka-sensei eating Ramen with Uzumaki Naruto," she said with a shrug as Yoshino took her bag.
From the corner of her eye she saw Nara Shikaku perk up slightly his brown gaze flicking in their direction for just a second before he caught himself. Madara pretended not to notice, instead looking at Shikamaru who's face hadn't twitched but who's eyes flashed.
His eyebrows dipped as Yoshino ushered Madara into the living room, where Madara peaked at the current shogi game. "Why would he be with that knucklehead?"
"He may be a knuckle head but Naruto is Iruka's favourite student, hands down," she mumbled to Shikamaru reaching down to move on of his pieces, saving him from a loss.
Shikaku let loose a silent grumble, "Damnit."
Shikamaru smirked smugly at his father as Madara sat on the ground next to him, crossing her legs. Her eyes unconsciously flicking over to the recently polished twenty-five stringed koto.
"Why don't you play something for me today, imouto?"
"Anything, for nii-san."
She tuned her head way from it, simply moving another piece on Shikamaru's turn.
"Troublesome," Shikaku moaned in annoyance. Shikamaru let out a snort. "The only reason you're still afloat is because Madara was there to save your ass."
"Like always."
"She won't always be there to save you," the older Nara chastised his son who shrugged on bothered.
Madara shook her head, "That's where you're wrong, I'll always be there to save, Shika from drowning."
Shikamaru nodded along with what she said, nudging her with his shoulder, "And vise versa."
"That's because we're partners," Madara stated with a firm nod.
Shikaku looked at them with an amused expression, "Well then you guys can loose as partners, because check."
"Oh come on!"
"What a drag!"
~~~~~~~
"Madara-Chan," Iruka sensei started as the female Uchiha stood in the middle of the room to take the exam. He sat next to a man with white hair. "This is Mizuli-sensei he will be looking over the exam as a proctor to avoid bias."
Madara noses at him in greeting as she looked at her sensei.
"The exam is quite simple, we just need you to make two or three solid clones," Iruka stated, and Madara cocked a brow at how simple the exam was. Way too simple. "You May begin when you're ready."
The girl sighed and made four proper clones. Iruka-sensei simply smiled and nodded. "Good job, Madara-chan." He went to give her the standard leaf village Hitai-ate, but she shook her head.
"Do you have it in black by any chance?" She asked softly. Iruka froze slightly before he opened a drawer on his left side and pulled out the colour she requested.
"Not red?" Mizuki asked pointing at her scarf.
"No," was her blunt answer as she took the forehead protector from Iruka-sensei.
Thinking for a moment, she tied her head band around her upper right thigh. Nodding in content she looked up at Iruka-sensei who sent her a smile.
"Congratulations, you are now, officially a genin of Konohagakure."
Madara bower her head in acknowledgment and walked out of the room, where her brother was waiting for her.
Iruka stared after with a weary expression, "What is it?" Mizuki asked when he saw his expression.
"All my years teaching Uchiha Madara, I've never once seen her smile," he looked down at who was next on the list with pursed lips. "I was thinking maybe today would be different, oh well."
Uchiha Madara? Fugaku must have been very cocky to name her such. I wonder if she lives up to her namesake, Mizuki thought as he looked out the window spotting the girl walk passed alongside her brother. As he watched her walk past her short black hair swaying in the wind, her onyx eyes snapped over and narrowed into dangerous slits when she spotted him staring. He almost thought it was trick of the eye with how quick she looked away but, he knew other wise.
How interesting. How fun would it be to toy with not just a demon but an incoming storm. He hummed with a smile just as said demon walked into the room.
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