Titel: Embrace the demons of my soul
Genre: General
Warning: Pre-Konoha, first POV, Madara Centric, angedeutetes ShônenAi
Person: Madara, Izuna
Content: The war hits his waves and Madara is threatening to drown. I will have to emerge, to prevent it in the maelstrom of violence loses its bearings. But the air will be sufficient so that we both make it to the surface?
Comment: Hi,
MadaraxIzuna this is an OS with expansion potential. He plays before the founding of Konoha, before the war, and Madaras Obsession (?) On Hashirama. New for me was the first-person perspective that I had actually given up long ago. Let's see how arriving here now. I hope you enjoy it. Reviews / comments would be nice, but I am also pleased to favorite entries.
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A piece of the past
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The sky is blood red as the sun goes down straight. It has already disappeared behind the horizon and shines only on the clouds that lie in strips across the country. My eyes wander again to the path that leads through the forest. I'm waiting now for two hours and it has always done anything yet. I'm less worried, but I sharpen the blade of my two swords to deal with me. Today I had no service. You had me banished to the house, which is still behind me rises. It stands on a small hill and from there a good view of the only road that leads here in the valley, which is closed on three sides and protected our clan.
High mountains rise above me, and monitor our area. The small village, which consists of many members of our clan, only the entrance to the land that belongs to us.
us.
I hear the laughter of three Boys who bolt to my right down a hill and hunt in the woods. As long as they are not old enough to be ninja, they will behave as if they had any. It is a good exercise. I used to have with my brother ever made. Escapes me a rumble and a sharp ' Zing ' sounds when I set my sword to rub together. I shake my hair with rage and drill my foot in the damp soil, so I can not resist the urge to jump up and vorzulaufen to see if my brother and everything is fine.
because my brother is too late.
is what happens to him otherwise, but I know that this has nothing to read.
My brother can not do anything, I know.
Yet something in me roars animal, that I should move and go against him. My fingers wrap around the issue one of my sword. It fits perfectly in my hand, not an ounce too heavy, and balanced perfectly. It was a gift from my brother for my last birthday. Since then I've worn the two swords always with me. Gently I stroke the blade. I will never forget his proud face when I looked down in disbelief at the incredible gift. To this day I do not know how to make it let the hired swords, without which I notice something.
I smile slightly.
I received on the day, other great gifts, but my brother went there probably a matter of showing that he knows me best. He know what I want. He has succeeded.
And it is possible otherwise only him.
hear of a sudden my trained ears, which are different from the previous one. Steps from the gravel, the crunch of stones, the rustle of cloth and soft voices, which penetrate the mountain. I jump up and am using a few sentences on a tree stump not far from the place where I've just been sitting. Expectant and tense, I look down from above on the way, because I look better now can. However, my other senses more to say than my eyes. I count the steps of nine men and one woman. At least it must be a woman, because the transition is easier. My nose can smell the sweat, the wind carries me, just like the smell of dried blood. Relieved, I relax a little. There can be no serious wounds and return it back as many warriors as the other day are gone tomorrow.
I could now drop to me casually to sit on the stump, but I lay it down. Then I would jump up again when the group arrives at last with us and my brother would notice my tension anyway.
His eyes are too good. You do not miss anything.
It will take a while for the Warriors, which I hear has been entered a few minutes, finally clearing. Joyful voices resound from the palisade surrounding the village. My heart pounds when I scan the small amount that has been formed.
" Izuna-sama" I spoke to someone. "Your brother is over there. When the prisoner. "
First I looked at the speaker in amazement, then I disappear right before his eyes. I was challenging yourself a little. It would not have a clue to need to get out, where is my brother. The message portion is quick and only takes a few seconds, so I am behind my brother reappearing. He has just bent over a man lying on the ground. Unconscious, apparently my brother has taken it. He just flips against his cheek to awaken him. Quite useless, as it looks.
I'm bending over the shoulder of my brother.
" Who's that?" I ask Madara.
" knew I also like", he growled back. However, he then looks up and smiles as he recognizes me. Apparently he has me registered immediately.
" Izuna, "he says happily and leaned back so that it is against my legs. I cross out his tousled by the wind hair. It glows red. Maybe it's the sun, maybe the blood that dries slowly and it will make me afterwards difficult to comb the hair.
" So who is that?" I asked again, but without taking my hand from the hair of my brother.
" We have found him," Madara said, eyeing I like the unconscious.
He looked normal. A man of medium height, not too flashy and with brown hair. However, he has no shoes on. He is barefoot, but you can no scratches on his soles. In general, he seems unhurt.
" Where?", After I chop.
Something about this man is strange. I can tell.
But I do not know what.
" middle of the forest, just before we entered our country."
" Unusual", I mumble, so that only Madara me higher , rt. "Whether he is a refugee?"
" If so, why is he in such a condition?", I replied just as softly Madara.
He seems not to trust the situation well. If he was so close to our home, he has sought us and its equipment can not survive unscathed. The man had to fight at least, if he had come so far and was still alive. But why was he unconscious?
" What you have with him, Aniki?" I asked.
" First, we will keep him there. Upper guest or prisoner is to be seen. Since he was unconscious when we brought him here, can we take him if need be blindfolded in the next trading village if he wants to. "
I nodded and I realize that part of me is surprised that Madara says nothing about whether he will kill the man should turn out that he is an enemy. A disinterested farmers or a lost traveler Madara would do nothing. The honorary guest of the law forbids us outsiders to do something and of course we would equip it with water, food and clothing if the man wants to go, but I wonder what got him banished here. We are surrounded by dense forests, there are no large settlement in the area.
So the probability is low that the man is not a Shinobi and then it could be ugly.
But it is too early for such questions, especially today. I pass my brother on the head, only slightly and I do not think anyone has seen it. Not even Madara seems to have noticed, because he deliberately takes my contacts never come true. Not if he thought still out there and not realize that he has is back home. He sits still in front of the unconscious, shaking his head confused. His hair is matted, unkempt and not well washed. It tells me more about Madara's mission, as he could tell me in one sentence.
" Come Aniki," I say and poke my knee into his back. "Let it be finite. Just pass the prisoners Genki and make it a day. "
Madara is a gruff sound, but he does not protest. He rolls his head to release the tension in his neck and then fights his way slowly back up. His movements are sluggish and tired, I will first have to put into the bath so that the muscles become soft again, otherwise Madara not sleep tonight. I know how much he hates it when he does not get his well deserved sleep. Something better can it do so little, in times like these. Eight hours of sleep at a time is a gift, every hour more a luxury rarely allowed Madara.
I instruct the prisoner to watch Sora and I know that everyone in the clan is ready to Madara to take the load if he would accept it because every now and again from his shoulders. It's not easy to get him, but I know what I need to do to my brother every now and again to forget that he not only lives and breathes for the clan. Because you take the ' Uchiha ' away, at the moment not much is left Madara. Too little, so I fear that it eventually Madara only with the ' Uchiha type 'is. Outside of our home that is normal, then we are all Uchiha for the rest of the world. Demons with red eyes that have no chance against the sanctity of the Senju.
particularly against the one who drives it with his good will to hypocrisy.
I suppress this thought, first let me just drives up the walls like Madara, but Madara now needs rest. At least I have to get him away from the clan shops. So I continued to pluck him and guide him towards our home. I cover his back and Madara is so tired that he apparently does not care. The majority of those present realize that Madara is now until at least noon tomorrow do not have and those that our leaders still want to talk, do not dare to approach me. All I do is to see them quiet for a moment. I do not even have the Sharingan. The black depths of my eyes are enough to remind them that I'm good just like Madara. Only he was first born and this is why the spearhead of our clan. But he is so often used, that I'm afraid, the blood will make him sometime blunt. And the elders of our clan would throw it away when they realize that the tip is no longer sharp.
" Otouto?" Mutters my brother now and I gently put my hand on his shoulder.
It is hard as stone, I wonder why Madara has not become a statue. I bring him slowly in the right direction. I know that the Sharingan calls at such times took its toll and fatigue vision not just improved. It is also a kind of protective action of the brain, because at some point it can not process the images that burn constantly in our minds and never be weaker, so that the mind turns off to sleep to get before the movie, seems to be repeating itself before our mind's eye forever.
" Madara, I say speak for the first time that evening from his name. "Let us make you clean. Would you like to go swimming? "
I see how Madara short stops. The right is the small bath house and now to enjoy the warm water is tempting, but he refuses.
" No," he mumbles and stops on the doorstep, who appears straight ahead. "I'll use the sink. It's enough for today. "
I say nothing, but merely open the door. Here in our hiding place we can leave the open houses because the village is guarded. My hand is on Madaras shoulder moves, now to his neck and began to massage him. A woolly blurts According to my brother.
" Izuna," he sighs and enters the quiet, dark house.
It belongs to us and we only live two in here. A kitchen, living room and bedroom, and a sink area. Our parents are both dead and clan matters are not discussed here, so this is our little kingdom. Basically, it's really just a house and a few things of value are in here. Value resources are stored somewhere else, since we are still nomads. Every two to three years, we move on, to where the war leads us, then it is pointless for a simple wooden building his heart to hang. It also happens more often in the past that houses had been burned down or destroyed.
why is it just a home when we're both here.
Madara and me.
" Go wash up, Aniki," I say. "You stink and your clothes is hardly bearable,"
No wonder he has slept in it the last few days, fought and bled. Madara is either too tired to notice the stench or his nose is numb. I'm going for the former, for he lumbered away from it to get changed. Soon I hear the splashing water. Maybe the cold water makes him still awake enough to eat something. But without something between his teeth, he goes to me anyway not sleep. This is reflected the next day down more on his health.
The food cooked over the fireplace and I wait patiently until the meat is ready. Although the electricity is already invented, but in remote areas like these there is no place where we could tap into Storm and build a line would be fatal. Thus one could find us much too soon, so we are left only the natural way and it does not bother me personally. Electric light hurts when activated Sharingan in his eyes and one has at least a regulated daily routine. We get up with the sun and go to sleep when it goes under. Us enough as a light source and candles help if nothing else works.
But we have a fire, we never have enough light. Therefore, burning on the table in a small bowl and lit a flame in spite of their small size, the whole room. This is one of the small advantages that have the Katon no Jutsu. It exposes the fact betting that they are often useless in the fight, because you can not use it without running the risk in members of the clan to take, or half the to burn forest.
It was all so beautiful.
Madara also loves, he jumps through it as if it were not dangerous, burning force, but only heat and light. If we fight together against the Senju, against the Hyuuga, or anyone else, then we are two together enough, no matter what you throw against us. Madara goes and does the opponent, while I give him protection and backing. High burn the flames behind which hides Madara and no other outside ventures of the clan to run it through the fire. So we are striving, always in the shadow of the fire, because the Sharingan shows us the path we had to take, not to burn.
" Hey, call me now Madara.
I to see and stop for in my movements. Madara has washed and stripped of his old clothes. Except for a couple of bandages with nothing on the upper body and the trousers that cling to his waist, has seen better days.
" Hey," I say back and put the steaming bowls on the table.
Madara comes and hugs me from behind, as the fire out. He buries his nose in my neck and I realize that it fall on me as far as he can get away without falling over and me entrain. He is cool and I'm sure it freezes, but I'm not going to move to still pull something over it. Because that would go even farther out to sleep hesitation and I know that Madara does not want at the moment than that, but he wants to go to bed with me. We always slept in the same room and sleep rarely separated, even if we are out on mission. It is unnatural for us not being able to find the other on an arms length away when we wake up. Among the civilians might be offensive, but we are ninja. Shinobi see every day things that are terrible enough for us to pursue our lifetime, and a Uchiha to be, makes the whole thing any better.
What can we do?
nightmares, madness and a dark soul are now times the price of the Sharingan. We are in a position within a second of the movements of an opponent to see through and copy to use his entire fighting style against him, but for us every detail is touching your memory, if we kill him. Uchiha why are not artists. Pictures to paint are we just too real. true to detail. Because we can only paint battlefields and so is the list of artists who have emerged from our clan, very short.
" Izuna" mutters, Madara and puts his hands on my belly.
I feel that he now has absolutely no desire to eat. He wants to go to bed to bed, and make sure that I'm lying next to him. For anything else, he is not fit enough, but he is also more concerned with the fact that I am with him that satisfaction. For sex, there are brothels, but in our clan almost anything goes when it comes to escape the images that one will never leave you alone. Many of us believe Uchiha are unapproachable, but rather it is the opposite. We are already so long haunted by war, suffering and death that we have learned to deal with it.
Madaras and In my case, this means that we're sharing a bedroom.
Just like everything else in our lives.
" Can we go to sleep?" Asks suddenly Madara.
" The food is just finished," I can tell by.
" S'egal" said Madara and pushes me even closer.
I wonder if something happened on the mission. If anything, and it was just a detail, Madaras world again can be darker. I reach with my arm behind me and Madara trying to stroke his head. Not quite just turn and I can not exactly.
I look at the steaming bowls in front of me. I'm not a great cook, Madara is it really better than me, but I'm a little sorry for my food that escapes me now. For I will have to leave here.
" Very well," I mean, turn and grab Madara with a certain violence. "Let's go to sleep."
" Msnssmp" makes Madara and I do not speak.
But his expression is enough. Thin are slots through which he looks at me, gratitude but I read it. Deep, sincere gratitude that arises from the prospect of redemption. I pull and push Madara rather than he himself runs down the aisle. In the end I even wear it almost on the doorstep and I congratulate itself to the fact that I have just given way. If Madara me to sleep over eating, I would have had a problem, because my brother is far from easy.
" S'lafen" says Madara and can fall down on his futon.
There is a large, soft and my futon is a meter next to it. Far enough apart to allow any visitors do not become suspicious that perhaps do not know how close we really are and I Madara. We do not offend in that way really, because we are not the only ones. Our cousin looks remarkably often society at friends or relatives. The elders, it is even better if young people like us are based on same-sex sexual partners, because there are then fewer problems with unwanted pregnancies. That is why I do not worry, as Madara my futon close to his own moves and then buried under the blanket. If we find someone, because an emergency is present, the sight will not be anything special. Even if we were naked. Finally, in our clan almost anything goes when it comes to find redemptive oblivion if only for a few hours.
Madara just edited his pillow, apparently he is still not satisfied with the way his head is in it. If I have bad luck, he will move in spite of its exhaustion much sleep. Because my brother is not a quiet sleeper, and I hate it when he constantly Schlafpostion its changes, is the regular friction. Now he has finally put down and looks at me with this sleepy, tired eyes. I have now put aside my business and I attracted a more comfortable pants, so I tried to research my legs Madara wegzutreten.
I laugh and let me more or less fall on him.
His ' Humphrey ' tells me that I'm still a little hard, but just as quickly his arms again there. He turned us around, so I lie on my back and he can lay his head on my chest. Kindly he offers me to his pillow before he then muttering, and not quite of this world wish me good night. I watch as he closes his eyes and he almost immediately overwhelmed by sleep. All tension deviates from its body, even his hair seems to give in to gravity, flowing well over his bare back. Nevertheless, they still tickle my skin.
" Madara, I sigh and my brother touch on the cheek. "Sleep well."
So I embrace it, at least for him now to take the demons that plague him. I do not know what it again pursued. Perhaps it is the perpetual war that will never end, the Senju clan of which seem to dominate everything, or something else entirely. I only know that he feels safe here and he plays for some time not everyone's foundation must be. Not again gets no break, because somewhere on the march Hashirama Senju and Madara the only one of us is that it can really offer the forehead.
What Madara of course have to do over again.
order to protect us, he draws attention to Senjus and more often he keeps me here at arm's length.
Aniki , I think. Please go to any place to which I can not follow you.
This was perhaps the only thing Madara would promise me only with reluctance, if at all. But I will not allow this war ends up costing him. If anyone deserves to experience the peace then Madara. Also, I close my eyes and try to forget the fact that I have not eaten dinner and Madaras and hip rubs at his every touch on my body.
I will probably be quite some time before I manage to fall asleep.
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Finish.
After an eternity of Green Day's "Know Your Enemy" and One Republic's "So yeah, we're going down" is over, this OS. I personally regret it a bit, I came not until the next morning, but the OS would then grow out of the anticipated length away. I think I've done pretty well and Izuna Madara ... is really just sweet as he loves his brother. Literally. Next time he will do more than just a sleepy lumber through the area. In the event that I was not in a pack of sequels: The original idea was that the prisoners themselves with the Kyuubi in and wants to be found in any case by the Senju clan.
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