The most painful days and sorrowful nights

13. Love from an angel

Madara stood on the head of the Ten tails beast along side Obito. His face was stern and his rinnegan striking fear and anger; various of silent emotions on his face as he watched the nine tails and the eight tails plot some sort of attack. These brats were getting annoying, Madara looked frustrated and unmoved by their desperate plot to take him down. He was watched silently as Obito moved the beast with such agression. This wasn't according to his plans, he snorted in silence. Obito was taking over as if this was his plan. That Madara was just a pawn in this whole entire war, that was the sole reason he was revived: To play a part in Obito's game. To have the Ten Tails dance to the cries of the shinobi allied force. He sighed, catching his balance as the monster was struck back rather hard. It wasn't the sturdiest of surface,but he had no where else to go. He was stuck on the Ten Tails - litterally, beast attached itself to his head, using his chakra as well as Obito's. He always knew that Obito would be incompetent, Thus why he tasked Nagato to the job of being the one to revive with the Renne Rebirth Jutsu - but Nagato let him down also. So he was stuck as an reanimation. A dead man. He took the moment to think about Uzume. Surely she was beyond upset about the fact that he bit her and gained some of her chakra, he would go back to check on her- but she would constantly fight him again. He was his child afterall, a fighter until the end. 
He remembered the last time he checked up on his little girl.

She was trailing with her Mangekyo Sharingan - which was a good thing. Madara can tell from the last fight that she was not used to it. Using Amaterasu was too much on her,but he was honored to see that she learned the Susano'o well. All she needed was to perfect it, he would offer advice,but she refused it. Making Madara glare at her. She seemed so focused. So determined. He was sure she must have spent her days training, that was why she was sleep most of the time he would check on her. Had it not been for this war, he would spend more time with her.
"You'll use up your chakra if you keep doing that." He says,fixing her staff posture to a more relaxing stance. "Like that. The less pressure on the staff,the less chakra you use."  
Uzume didn't say a word,but swung the staff around her head,and knocking Madara across his jaw. He father smirked - I deserved that.- he thought to himself, before Uzume looked over at him.
"Why teach me this?" She began, glaring at him. It was like she was glaring into her own eyes. The hair parted on the same side as hers, the only difference betweeen the two : was his Rinnegan. "I'm going to kill you. We're enemies." 
Madara smirked, brushing her hair back and he touched her cheek. It was the kindest treatment he'd ever given anyone in years. The last time he had ever touched someone without hurting them was before he died, he had held Uzume in his shaking hands and touched her cheek. She cooed in response - happy to see the man that looked like her. He kissed Omi's forehead,and moments afterwards..Madara was dead.
"Because, No matter if we are enemies on the battlefield or in heaven - I am still your father. You are still my goddess. " He said, looking deep into her eyes. He had seen everything when she was younger. Omi crying every night after her husband left for a bottle of beer. He saw the look on her face when she watched as the man's belongings: his pictures, his boxes of treasures, his fishing rods,his offical documents - all of them burning in the wrath of a heartbroken woman. And Uzume watched it from the window of her bathroom. She saw the pain her mother went through. The false smiles she put on her face. 
There is only one man I truly loved,and that was your father.
Omi...
The memories went on. She saw more Uchiha descendants. Playing with her ,smiling, hugging her. Sasuke and Itachi carrying her home as they just come back from a mission. He had seen her happy - a joyous goddess blooming before him.Then the tragic night of the Massacre. He watched as Itachi ran into the night with her in his arms - giving her a last kiss before he left to purge the clan. He saw her solitude, her teamates, Sasuke and Kushina's brat. Then Madara had seen her fights and troubles, her strength when she fought Itachi. Her Mangekyo Sharingan  first activating. It was breath taking to him to see her prowess like that. He watched as her anger took over and he charged at the boy. Her tears hitting the floor. That brat made her cry. He mad Madara's child cry. Then he saw another child - a little boy with dark hair and light marks on his face.He saw Uzume smiling as the boy read to her, he was a smart boy. His mind was already working to become that of an man. He heard her call the boy's name.
Saizo...Saizo-kun.
This was his grandson. Uzume had a child. When he blinked back, Madara stared at her all together.
"You've been through difficult times." He stated. Uzume nodded. Madara sturned around and walked away, his mind focused on the tings that he had just seen.

"Madara.." A voice called out to him.
A rather familiar voice, Soft and loving. Pure like angels.
Madara was within the darkness of the sky,subconsciously. He looked down at himself and Obito controling the beast. Everything looked tiny from here. Why was he so far up? 
"Madara.." The voice sung ,and when he turned around, he had seen a familiar face. Her eyes luminous and bright like the stars. Her Sharingan was activated. She wore a loose dark top that stopped at her waist. Tape covering her waist and arms as she wore pant and her slippers. Her hair was down her back, covering her Uchiha symbol. She was smiling her bright and warm smile - a smile that Uzume had when he saw her past. A beautiful smile. 
"Omi." He whispered. The woman was getting closer and she stared at him. She was beautiful, and warm. Her eyes locked with his as she brushed his armor. 
"I'm sorry,Madara...I wish I could stay with her. I wanted her to smile more. Even if I couldn't smile any more." She says, her eyes glistening as he reached out to hold her. To see if she were real. This had to have been a trick, a genjutsu. 
"Omi, I..." He stammered. It was the first time that he- Madara Uchiha - stammered his word, over a woman. " I miss you so much. Uzume..."
 Omi looked into at the moon and felt the wind brush her hair back. 
"She's getting stronger by the day. Our goddess."
Madara nodded, rubbing his jaw.Remembering the punch she gave him during their fight. She has one hell of a punch. Omi held the side of his face with her smile, the same smile that made him grateful for saving her and meeting her. A smile that made him love her. Then that smile went away.
"This plan of yours..is it worth killing her?"She finally asked,pained to know the answer of her own question.
"My intention was to keep her safe.Out of harm's way,but she's a clever girl.She managed to get out the moment she saw an advantage." Madara explained. Meeting her eyes once more. "I don't want to kill her,but if she chooses to stand in my way.Then I will."

Uzume stared at Hashirama and gave a small nod. Her father's name held enough fear to shake this very world. A fear she wanted no part of- A fear she wanted little to do with. Tobirama's glare was locked onto Uzume, she didn't look afraid. Nor did she trembled.She just waited for someone to say something. She expected an hour's worth of questions, but instead she was greeted with Hostility.Hostility far worse than what Sasuke was given. 
"How do we know that you won't aid your father." Tobirama snarled.
Before Orochimaru opened his mouth to interrupt, Uzume had stopped him. 
"Lord Second,If you were in our place. If you ran home with a story to tell your mother about your day from school, only to find her body dead on the floor. To find out the your mother's killer was your father - was Madara. Or some henchmen who claimed to be my father. You would want vengeance. You would want him to pay with all of the anger and hatred you have within your soul. All of that love you had for one person - that same person who laid dead in her home. That is the reason our hatred is so strong. That is the reason why we show our heart through our eyes,because we had no other option. You wouldn't understand that..." 
Hashirama and Tobirama nodded. Listening to the young Uchiha woman. How much she reminded them of Madara. 
"You wouldn't understand how much we hurt. You clam that as Hokage, you would do what was right for the village. So that requires outlawing a clan that help make this village what it was? Admit it,Lord Second, the moment your brother was gone, you found ways to cause the village to hate the Uchiha more than anything else." 
Minato looked around,from Uzume to Orochimaru and Sasuke,and then to the First and Second Hokage. He was nervous because of how silent the first one was - the second snarled at her. He knew she was right about what she just said. It made Minato think of Uzume the way he thought of Omi. Smart and calm. She was digging deep into the Hokages and found something she saw of use.
" Uzume..you're quite a clever girl." Orochimaru hissed from behind her. 
Hashirama felt tension between his brother and the girl. He sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. Shaking his head. 
"Do you know that we were in the middle of a war."
"Do you know what can happen to a man when he sees his brother stabbed by another man's brother? A person so special to him that he would kill an entire army just for the sake of his brother." That comment made Uzume look into Sasuke's eyes. She thought of Itachi again. What all he did just for them to be safe- for the sake of his brother. He wanted Sasuke to walk a different path, A path that meant no more hatred. Even if it meant giving up his own life for them. If only she had a brother like that -but she did. 
Shusui.
"That's enough,Uzume." Sasuke grabbed her hand and she looked back at him. He wiped her tears and fixed her hair. " We have to go."