Made Of Storm

Shiranui Gemma was shocked as he stood looking into the Hokage's crystal ball. He stood shoulder to shoulder with the head of his division Morino Ibiki, they were going over the events of the night before and both he and Ibiki couldn't deny the fact that Uchiha Madara was interesting.

Very interesting.

For a second Gemma thought she was using the Flying Thunder God technique. Only until he looked closer and noticed she hadn't put any seals down, then he looked closer and noted the black feathers in the darkness and caught a glimpse of the birds that blended into the shadows.

He leaned back and let out a bark of laughter, his senbon jerking in his mouth. 

Everyone in the office turned to look at him with questioning looks, The Hokage simply leaned back in his chair blowing smoke from his pipe, seeming to share in his sentiment. Ibiki who had noticed what he had didn't look shocked in the slightest.

"What's so funny?"

The room was surrounded with the Jounin who were to take the passing genin as their four man teams. One will be five this year due to the uneven amount of passing students and everyone knew that Madara would be the the last to be sorted, being the youngest student in the class. Though by a year she was still younger.

But with what they were all seeing there was no doubt that she might be the most skilled, even with the little that they had seen there was no doubt that she had more tricks up her sleeves and they were all eager to unpack it.

"Her name is Madara?" Sarutobi Asuma asked blowing out smoke from his cigarette. There was a sudden hush that fell over the Jounin.

""Out of all the people she was named after," someone in the back muttered.

"Say what you want about her namesake, but you can't deny the fact they Uchiha Madara I was one of the best Shinobi the word had seen."

"Twisted but skilled."

"What is she doing now?" Yuhi Kurenai asked her red eyes staring unwaveringly at the crystal ball.

Many of the Jounin shuffled closer as the scenery in the ball changed. Only for half of them to sweatdrop at what they saw. The girl was laid out on her futon, hugging her pillow close to her chest, curled up into a tight ball.  She was dressed in black shorts and a tank top, a red scarf wrapped snugly around her neck. Most of them were expecting the girl to be in the middle of a relentless training session. But there she was just snoozing away.

"Does that look threatening?" Genma asked as he looked at the girl who was admittedly adorable with the pout on her lips and quiet twitches of her nose. Not in a creep pedo kind of way. But a sweet person who wants kids some day, kinda way.

"Isn't it noon?" Hatake Kakashi asked with a quirk of his single visible eyebrow. 

"Like you're one to talk Hatake," Asuma shot back and they all turned too look at the sleeping Uchiha.

"Isn't this weird?" Genma stage whispered to Ibiki who was watching the young uchiha sleep in silence nodded in agreement but didn't look away.

"Grown ass Ninjas watching a little girl sleep?" He continued watching in satisfaction as many shifted uncomfortably turning the gazes away.

"We're not pedophiles, Shiranui!"

"Only a pedo would say that," he chuckled turning back to the the image. Only to hear a loud bang within the house and see Madara jerk violently in her futon. Her eyes snapped open, her onyx eyes staring straight at the wall. Then her door was slid open with a bang.

"Where are my socks?" Uchiha Sasuke grumbled as he walked into her room uninvited. They watched Madara sigh and shut her eyes, before pointing at the door.  

"They're not here so you can see yourself out," She grumbled right back, snuggling deeper into her pillow. 

"Then find them," he demanded and Madara's eye brows dipped as she opened her eyes, turning to look at the door.

"Excuse me? Do I look like I have the word, "maid" stamped on my forehead?" She asked a tick mark appearing on her forehead and every Jounin  in the room perked up at the tone of her voice. "No? Then get out." 

"You're my imouto, which means by default I get to tell you what to do," Sasuke responded smugly. Madara released a sound of amusement though her lips didn't curve up into a smile. 

"Aniki," she sighed closing her eyes, "I love you, I do, but if you don't get out of my room and look for your socks on your own, I will be the only Uchiha left standing, so help me...." the rest of her sent each was muffled as she dropped head into her futon. 

"Madara!" 

"What?! It's too early for this shit!" 

Genma blinked, "Looks like someone's got a potty mouth." 

"It's noon!" 

Madara's head snapped back up to glare at her brother. "What day is it?" 

"Sunday." 

The girl nodded her head, "Sounds about right." 

"What?" 

"Get out and look for your own socks, Madara's services aren't available till Monday from nine to five, no earlier no later, close the door on your way out thank you," she turned her back on him and waved him out. 

"Madara." 

"You and I both know that Sunday is my sleep till Monday day." 

Snickers from Jounin filled the room.  

"Lazy ass." 

"You say that like its supposed to offend me." 

They watched Sasuke buff and stomp out of the room sliding the door shut with a slam. 

Madara's head then turned and she looked right at the crystal ball. Many of the Jounin recoiled at the sudden glare they received through the ball. 

"She can't see us right?"

 "When I said get out of my room, I meant you too," she said staring directly at them. 

The Hogake let out a raspy chuckle and severed the connection from the ball, leaving the girl to her sleep Marathon. 

"I want her!" Chorused around the room and the Jounin broke into arguments on who could take the female Uchiha. 

Genma And Ibiki shared a look. 

We want her too.

~~~~~~ 

The moment Madara knew she was truly alone, she kicked off her covers and made her way to the drawer in the corner of her room. Rummaging through it she found the many seals she had pre made for silencing and keeping unwanted forces out. With them in hand she placed two of each on every corner of her room activating them before moving out into the main part of the house, Sasuke looked up from where he was look underneath the couch for his socks. 

"I thought you were too busy sleeping today," he spat and Madara ignored him, slapping the deals she had made in every corner. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Keeping people out.  Your socks are in your bottom drawer, where they normally are after I wash them, honestly," she shook her head in annoyance. As she smacked a few more seals in the kitchen. Satisfied she channels her chakra out throughout the house activating them. 

"How do they work?" Sasuke asked following his sister around the house instead of going to get his socks.  

Madara sighed, "Green means good intentioned and welcome, red means bad intentioned and unwelcome . The other seals make it so no one can eavesdrop." 

That wasn't all, the seals also activated a Genjutsu trap, but a trap only works if no one know about said trap and she wouldn't have to worry about Sasuke soon enough. She was sure he would unlock his Sharingan soon, she saw it. 

"And why are you just putting these up?" 

Madara stopped on her way back to her room, "You'll find out soon enough." 

"See you tomorrow."

~~~~~~

Madara woke up with a heavy feeling on her shoulders. It weighed her down into her mattress, keeping her pinned to the ground as her insides ate each other up. 

It was going to storm soon, she thought. She didn't like storms. Not one bit. Storms brought destruction. Storms brought nightmares and Madara was not read for such. She was never ready for that. 

Exhaling through her nose she forced herself out of her futon and did he daily business. Then went to get ready. 

Instead of the white and blue qiapo she decided on a black,short sleeve top with the Uchiha symbol on it's back with a red ribbon tied around the waist. Black skin tight shorts that stopped mid thigh, with black leg warmers that hid her weights, and black ninja sandals. On her left leg in the gap between the shirt and the leg warmer, she tugged her head band, deciding on putting it on a different leg. On her right leg in the gap between her shorts and leg warmer she wrapped a bandage around it, so she could clasp her weapons pouch there without the strap chaffing her skin. She the wrapped bandages in the gap between the sandals and leg warmers. 

Looking herself in the mirror she thought something was missing, looking at her bare arms and hands she went back into her drawer and picked up a long pair of fingerless cloves. They were long enough to cover most of her arm. She not just liked this new style, but it hid all the seals on her body from view. 

With a hum she wrapped her red scarf around snugly around her neck, hesitating slightly she decided to carry her Katana on her back instead of putting it in the seal. 

When she was done she slid her room door open and came face to face with her brother. Sasuke looked her over with a critical gaze, his dark eyes then zeroed on the Katana on her back and his eyes narrowed. 

"Is that-." 

"Yes." 

"How did you-." 

"The Hokage gave it to me," she answered looking down at her feet before slipping passed him. 

"We're gonna be late."

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She really does like sleeping, Genma thought from where he stood. He was among the other Jounin, though he didn't have a squad he was there on the look out for potential genin. There was no need to really look anymore, they want Uchiha Madara, he was just waiting to see which squad she will be added to, so he could take it up with her sensei. So far the Hokage has been very tight lipped about the arrangement. 

They once again were looking at the crystal ball, and there Madara was, sleeping her head tucked into Nara Shikamaru's shoulder, her knees bulled up  to her chest. Something else caught his attention. 

"Hokage-sama," he started his senbon twitching as he spoke. 

"Yes, Shiranui-san?" 

"Is that, Uchiha Itachi's sword?" He asked, looking at the old man, who's lips twitched around his pipe.  

"Nothing gets past you, Shiranui-san." 

There was a sudden hush that fell over the Jounin. Kakashi was the one who spoke, "Are you saying that the sword she has right now, is the same sword that-." 

"Yes." 

Asuma spoke next giving his father a very weary look, "Why would you give her the sword that ended her family?" 

Many of the Jounin mumbled in agreement looking at their leader with war torn eyes. The Hokage shrugged her shoulders , "She asked for it." 

A chorus of "What!" went around the room. 

"She asked for it?" 

"Yes." 

"And you gave it to her?" Kurenai asked just as incredulous as everyone else. 

"it's Uchiha property, she had every right to it." 

"So was that scroll but you still confiscated it," Genma butted back into the conversation. 

"That didn't stop her from getting her hands on it." 

The room went silent and Genma let out a loud boisterous laugh. 

"How did she get her hands on it?" 

"Naruto stole it for her." 

Genma couldn't stop laughing. 

"So you're saying she got her hands on all those techniques?" 

"You didn't take the scroll back from her?" 

The Hokage sighed, "I have the scroll, but I underestimated her intelligence."  

Genma heaved, "L-let me guess eidetic memory?" 

The Hokage sighed and that's all the answer he needed.  He laughed even in harder. Everyone was just looking at him oddly. 

"I'm I the only one who sees the humour in this situation?" He asked in between snorts. 

"Genma, your the only person to find humour in nothing." 

He pouted lightly, "asshole." 

"It sounds like poetic justice to me," Kakashi finally spoke his single eyed gaze trained on the girl who was now mumbling quietly to the Nara. 

Genma nodded along with what he said , "If that's her goal in the near future then it's very poetic," he smiled a large sadistic smile, "I like her already."

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