《••To Love an Uchiha••》 {Madara Uchiha Love Story}

2.6: Sacrifice

"You know," The kunochi murmured as she squeezed the remainder of the shampoo into the palm of her hand. The strawberry aroma filled the slightly tight space of the shower. It was a lot roomier when it was only one person showering, but it wasn't the case at the moment. "I've always wondered...how did you let yourself fall into that heap of depression?" It pounded Lulu's mind for a while, but she never wanted to discomfort him a any way. Seeing that they had grown closer together, she wanted to know more about the Uchiha's history. How he had to have revenge on those who hurt him so bad that he had started a whole shinobi war. A war that caused all the nations to join in order to defeat him.

Lathering up the soap in her hands, she distributes evenly in Madara's hair as he pauses, trying to come up with a settled way to explain her question. The sweet scent entering his nose as he inhales deeply before answering. "Well...as my family started to decrease, one by one, I found myself prying on to the ones left." He began as he looks over his shoulder at his woman. Her bright eyes interested in the story he was telling. Humming softly as her nails gently dug into his sculpt, he continues. "My love grew stronger for the ones left as I hoped that they'd stay...that wasn't the case." He faced forward, paying attention to the shower head. "My final brother, Izuna, died in my arms on the battlefield. He was all I had left and I fell into a deep pit of hatred and loneliness."

"That's why you wanted a world where everything was perfect..." she trailed off with a sigh. "Ma...I'm sorry, hun." Lulu frowned before being face to face with the Uchiha. He examined her before shaking his head slightly.

"Nothing to be sorry for... I suppose my brother's death lead me to you." A small, genuine smile tugged on his lips as he tilted his head back a bit to let the running water rinse the soap from his hair.

Placing a kiss upon his chest, she wraps her arms around his toned torso while pressing her cheek against his skin. "Death is a son of a bitch, eh."

Curiosity peeked his interest as his brow raised. "Oh? Lost someone?"

Nodding as she looked up at him with a watery smile, she says, "My sensei when I was younger." The Hyùga had imprinted her life in a positive ways more than one. She had broke her out of her shell and built her dream of becoming a successful shinobi.

"Eh? Important to you I see."

Locking eyes with one another as Madara swipes the extra soap from her shoulders. "Yes. She shaped me into who I am today. Even gave me my nickname." Now grinning, proud.

"So, she formed you into a big ball of weirdness?" A smirk spread across the raven haired man as the brunette just grinned back.

"Exactly."

Hearing a deep rumple from his chest as he chuckled, she continues, "I guess my sensei's death lead me to you as well..."

Moving her wet hair that stuck to her skin, he kisses her forehead. "I suppose it did."

~🙈🙉🐵~

A few weeks had gone by as the couple hadn't experience any interruption despite the visits from the Taira family. Lulu actually grown to like them , but she still feared that that was only their plan to get close. She even went as far as putting Kenta on her team. Sighing as she plopped down onto the bed, the purple eyed woman looked up at the Uchiha whom hovered over her. "Tch, lazy woman."

"Okay," She started with sass. "And...?"

Smirking and chuckling lowly at his woman, Madara laid beside her and gave her a kiss on the lips. "And, a woman shouldn't be lazy. How are they going to take care of the house-ack!"