Naruto one-shots [Requests OPEN]

Madara x OC

Storm clouds brewed. The sky darkened allowing only a few gaps of light to brighten the rough terrain. A set of eyes reflected the weather, much like the dozens behind them.
It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but if you were to cast your gaze into these particular eyes you could only see anguish, hatred, and above all anger.

Why do ask? The answer to the question is simple.

Scattered over the rolling hills were fallen friends and fallen foes. The battle had been tiresome but with the aid of Aira Urufu, a young woman who along with her elderly father were taken in by the Uchiha village, and her exceptional fighting skills they were able to win this battle. The elation of victory, however, was overshadowed with the grief over the deaths of so many of their kinsmen. No one dared venturing onto the battlefield, the survivors stood at the edge cautious of any lone Senju remaining there. That and the fact that collecting the still corpses would certify the fates of fallen loved ones and only authenticate the reality which was the losses of so many brethren.

One Uchiha in particular, a young man in his early twenties, is filled to the brim with dread. His name is Madara, Madara Uchiha. He had experienced many battles despite his young age but he never feared death as much as he did now. Not his own death, of course, but the death of his lover. As the son of the clan leader he had to keep up his brave and stone-faced appearance which fooled all of his clansmen except for his younger brother, Izuna. Izuna knew with one swift glance at his stern brother that he was worrying. Unfortunately, he could not speak a word of comfort to his older brother. Madara and Aira had kept their relationship a secret for they both know that Madara's father would never allow his son to marry not only a women of low societal standing, but one who was not born with Uchiha blood running through her veins.

'Where is she? She has to be here. She cannot have...no. Do not even suggest what you are thinking! She is alive!'

Somewhere during his train of thought Madara had unintentionally brought up memories of their first meeting.

...2 years ago...

Whoosh. Swish. Clang.
From the training grounds, shinobi could be seen sparring against one another. All wore similar features: black hair; stern expressions; and most notable, their eyes which were as dark as a moonless night itself.

Madara had been training with his brother when it had happened.

Smoke.

Black smoke. Far in the distance it appeared above the trees causing flocks of birds to fly in their direction. The training grounds grew silent with each passing second. Madara, being the heir to the main branch, knew that he would have to inspect what was happening. He gathered ten of his men and left in a hurry, not wanting to let the threat come closer. At first they suspected either the Senju or the Sarutobi clans but what they seen was far from their expectations.

A village, not unlike their own; the Urufu clan's village. It was notably smaller than the Uchiha's but with their kekkei genkai – Hironami – they are a highly skilled clan. The clan was led by Daiki Urufu and his wife Yuki. Although the clan was strong, they were few in number and so they were vulnerable to attacks.

They were gone.

The people, the houses, everything. All burning away with the flames.

After searching through the rubble of the village for any survivors, they head back but before entering the village gates a pair of unfamiliar people are spotted. Madara was the first to land next to them, he was cautious of the strangers but still able to appear civil towards them. The two looked up causing him to wonder if they were survivors, they had the features of the Urufu; green hair and blue eyes which appeared green in certain light. From what Madara could assume from their state of dress they were of high stance in the clan.

The youngest of the pair was a girl not five years younger than himself. She was beautiful; her smooth, creamy complexion was complemented with a very shapely figure. In all his years, Madara had never felt such a strong attraction to a woman. He couldn't not gaze at her in awe. His train of thought was interrupted by the clearing of the elder man's throat. If looks could kill Madara would have quite a fight against him.

"Why are you so close to the Uchiha village? State your purpose." Madara stated in a stern voice. He could not risk the safety of his family for mistaking the appearance of a woman.

"My name is Daiki, this is my daughter Aira. I was the leader of the Urufu clan before...well we are the only ones left..."

"I'll take you to my father."

The flashback ended when Madara felt a firm grasp on his shoulder. Turning around, he faced his brother. He loved his brother, if anything were to happen to him...well...life just would not be the same. They two men shared a knowing glance at each other before Madara's gaze was following Izuna's.

One after the other, people were wandering into the battlefield. Cloths with the Uchiha clan's symbol were laid upon any corpse – or badly injured men – recognised as one of their own. Madara's heart raced as he realised he will have to go out there to find her. He knew that she was no matter how hard he denied it. She was gone.

'This was not supposed to happen. She was a fighter, her skills let alone surpassed a few of his kinsmen.'

...

The two Urufu were taken in by the Uchiha, but it was not out of kindness for they knew their kekkei genkai was a powerful asset to attain.

Daiki was too old to fight, but he always insists that his daughter was strong and capable on the battlefield. Madara did not believe it until he watched her spar. She was ready for battle.

On the battlefield was where she had taken his breath away, more so than she already had. She was like a swan gliding through the air but her attacks were quick like the strike of a snake on the kill. Despite the ferocity in the actions, Madara could see the hesitation and unease in her eyes. She hated fighting, in fact she was uncomfortable being near any man – including himself.

...

He gradually made his way through the scattered bodies. The blood covered faces, the anguished faces, the empty eyes staring back at him. He kept his head high and only let his eyes land on any sight of green. He had to find her. She was an excellent fighter, but she was sensitive. He learned that soon after her first battle.

...
It was not until they all returned to the village that his assumption was confirmed. It was in the early hours that they had returned with all of the injured. The dead were taken to the infirmary were their families were taken to identify the corpse and say their last goodbyes.

Later that day, after the uninjured shinobi were well rested and he had had a meeting with his father, it was his duty to go to each home and check on them.

Madara knocked on Aira's door and waited in anticipation. He waited for a few minutes before he decided to return after he had looked at everyone else. Turning around, he was halted mid-step when he heard laughter and splashing. He followed the noise and arrived at the stream not far from Aira's home. He had seen her there quite often. She liked to swim, he had observed. What was different today though was that there were a group of small children running around her. Her laugh was quiet, much like she was outside of training. He liked that about her, she could hold herself in a fight but she was also gentle, sweet, kind, and absolutely adored children.

He had often thought she would be an amazing mother, the thought alone made him feel more in love with her than he was a minute before. Her face lit up when the children laughed, as though the gods themselves blessed her.

She looked up and he was taken aback.

'What should I say?!?'

"My Lady, I hope you are feeling well. I have come to check your health after the battle, it is a check I do with all the other men too."

"Thank you for your concern, Madara-sama. I am perfect."

It was then that he felt his heart flutter when he saw the look in her eye. They reflected his own. It was at that moment that they silently admitted their feelings. No words were needed.

Madara sat near Aira, their hands almost touching. With a strong voice he told the children to return home for supper before their mothers become worried. His gaze was redirected to her after the silence filled the atmosphere.

"So why are you not celebrating your return with your father? Surely you should be at home after being gone for so long."

"My father left the village while I was gone. I am not surprised by this, he did not love me as my mother had. He had wanted a son to become the heir to the clan, he was disappointed in my birth. He always hated me, he even tried to kill me by throwing me into battle." Her voice was soft and quiet, but it held so much emotion. Tears pooled in her sockets, they fell down her cheeks and dripped off her chin. Madara hated seeing her in pain.

"I am sorry to hear of your father. I want you to know that I will always be around to comfort you."

She looked into his eyes and they closed the space between themselves. A chaste kiss was all it took. After that night they met often, usually by the same stream as anywhere else would be public and with their differences they would not be accepted. However, their love only grew and grew over time.
...

It was all his fault. If he had not encouraged her to fight again this would never have happened. He had been looking for a good fifteen minutes when he found the familiar face. There, on the cold, wet ground, was Aira. The beautiful face which he had memorised time and time again before every battle was covered in wounds and grazes; blood, belonging to both others and herself, was smeared across her face which made her still figure even more haunting to come across.

His knees collapsed underneath him sending him to the ground next to the bloody and dirt covered body. His throat swelled; his nose became runny; he could not stop the tears from falling. No longer was he the stoic leader of the fearful Uchiha clan, now he was only a man. A simple man who had lost the love of his life, the only thing that he truly treasured above the clan.

The rain continued to pour as the wind howled around the two figures. Many of the bodies had been collected by that point but Madara could not care less. They could leave him by Aira, for he could not bear the thought of her body being carried among with the others back home.

He was going to marry her someday.
Have children who he would train to be great shinobi.
All of his hopes had been shattered with the death of Aira.

"I will avenge you, my love. I promise."

DISCLAIMER
Masashi Kishimoto has rights over all Naruto storylines and characters mentioned in these oneshots as he is the rightful owner/creator of the Narutoverse. The only things I can take credit for are my own OC's however I will take requests with your specified OC