Madara's Brother Naruto Fanfiction

2. In The Future

As a baby, it was quite difficult for me to live.

Speaking was hard, moving or walking were even harder. I couldn't think of a way to start at anything but survive until i can at least walk. In order to do so, i had to endure being a baby. Crying, sucking breast to fill my hunger. It was, in my whole life the most pain in the ass.

It was peculiar how my memories are vivid since i'm a baby in this life. Although most of them are about Madara and Izuna. It didn't happen before, why would it now?

I couldn't quite register the era i am in right now. So all i did was wait. And i wasted three years for that.

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Uchiha Guren.

An Uchiha again, except that this time a hundred years had passed.

Ha, i want to mock myself, i want laugh at this third life, i want to scream. I hated that fate is playing with my life, like i was around their fingers, so they could torture me and watch me die again and again. They took my old life, where i was so attached to my brothers. And now, i'm just a nobody Uchiha.

Madara is history. Shirai is myth. That was how it is now.

I cursed my fate.

Is there another reason to live again for? My mother? She died giving birth to me, resulting me having a wet nurse. My father was like the others, too busy with the clan's council. He's not often home, or at least not when i'm awake. Not attending his child, but giving a room for a nanny to.

But on a good side, whenever our eyes meet, he would smile. He would tell me to come over and tell me stories. Stories about the clan, which always reminds me that i often hear from my pretend-meeting with Madara and Izuna at childhood. Well, used to.

Of course, the stories are somewhat rearranged- almost true, half the truth, and the rest are made up probably by our ancestors. I kept quiet nonetheless, listening to father and his evening stories.

I wasn't that eager to know, i wasn't that curious. The only thing i wanted to know was the reason i was rebirth again. Perhaps i was immune, i didn't rush the answer. In the end, listening to his husky voice was a lullaby. Strange but warm. It wasn't the same though, i wish it would.

I wasn't bright. No, there was no way i could be. Often when i see the other kids playing at the park, i would distant myself. Or to be exact, they were distancing themselves from me, from my cold demeanor. I didn't bother to concern myself because i tend to be alone. That way, i could concentrate myself with training, and maybe leaving myself to my own thoughts.

That, could be fix. Because i wasn't friendly before too. My only muse was my brothers. Friends are unnecessary. Maybe not to me. The last time Madara had a friend.. it didn't turn out well.. I can't really say it. I never had one before. Not here, not before. I can't remember much about the not-shinobi-world. So nope. I can still survive without them.

Some other times, when i'm not training or sleep, i would reminisce the moments i spent with Madara, with Izuna. The three of us, eventhough i was bed riddened most of the time. Unlike before, their presence has become a part of my life, my soul. Without it, i was overwhelmed with loneliness. Maybe i'm just used to be surrounded by them, by their sight, by their smell.

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"Father, when you return home tonight.. Can i ask you a favor?"

Father stared at me, blinking fast and his eyebrows raised, "It's rare for you to ask me something."

"Is that a no?"

He shook his head, noting his smile at its warmest, "I'll return as soon as i can."