Uchiha Kyodai

Two Barrels of Tears will not Heal a Bruise

Madara was strong. Madara was a prodigy. Madara was a younger brother. Madara was an older brother. Madara was eight. Madara's older brother was killed by Senju. Madara's aunt was killed by her own brother. Madara's reliable and kind uncle was long dead. His nine cousins and their mother were alive.

Madara knew his cousin Kyodai would understand. Everyone knew her mother was not fit to raise children. Kyodai's father had raised her and her brothers. Her father had died. Kyodai was in charge of eight mischievous troublemakers. Madara's brother who kept his siblings together was dead. Madara was now in charge of four younger children. She might give him good advice like her father once had. At the very least, she would be able to help.

Madara watched his cousin train. She was fiercely strong. She was definitely not her father. She still knew the position he was in though. She could still help. Madara watched her stop. He knew that she knew he was there. He tried to speak, really he did. No sound would come out of his throat. After a few embarrassing minutes of his inability to speak, Kyodai turned to look at him. 

Madara saw her face, her height, her shoulders, her curly mess of hair, all just like her father. Madara knew that her single pale green eye was the only thing that made people question her legitimacy. When he looked into her eyes he saw understanding and acceptance. Madara relaxed but still couldn't speak. She grasped his sides and they both sat down.

Kyodai would never be able to explain things like her father, but she could still see and accept life's truths like her father did. She could still show you the truth like her father did. She could make you feel it like her father did.  Her understanding had no words. 

Madara knew that crying  and wallowing in self pity was weak and accomplished nothing. This was a truth that Kyodai had shared with him.