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Uchiha Madara Artist || Disclosed Work #chaoticrelic Selective Blog Started May 9, 2014.

[virulentbeauty]

  In all honestly she hadn’t anticipated his return. Her mind had delved into dark places, had jumped to the worst case scenario after two months of no contact. To hear his voice, as bitter as it may sound, is comforting to her. She lets out a slow exhale and nods to his words.

"I see… I’ll ask him then, really I’m just.. happy to see you back." A soft smile pulls at her lips and her hand slips from his shoulder, moving down to rest on his arm. She suspects the Uchiha family has something to do with this, but she doesn’t ask — she doesn’t want to press.

"You.. you feel better now that you’re back, right? Is there anything you need? Want? Does.. Sasuke know you’re back?"

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"Sasuke will be aware of my return. I dropped him a message upon arriving, he knows I like time to settle back." There's a pause for moment, eyes flickering over towards her for moments. He's a lot sicker health wise then he looks.

"You're lucky that Obito had spare medication of mine, my treatment, at least what pertained to me, wasn't pleasant. What matters however is that I'm back, and there a matter of a painting that I have for you and Obito to keep."

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  Having been left the keys, Sasuke let’s himself into the studio. He had received Madara’s texts only hours before and made a point not to rush over immediately. The artists absence had been somewhat strange for Sasuke; perhaps he had grown used to seeing the man on a daily basis but still.. it’s not something he can quite put a finger on.

When he finds Madara, it is like he had never left. Perched at his desk, paintbrush poised and ready to create. Sasuke cannot help the smile that tugs at his lips at the sight. “Hello stranger.” Approaching the desk, he lingers behind Madara quietly. Where did you go? He wants to ask. What were you doing?

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There's a pause when he hears the familiar voice, one that is one of Sasuke's in the studio. Ah, so the boy had received the texts. Madara had been more refrained with Obito and Konan upon matters, Obito had been told more but there's also a lot he left out, like the period he spent being tortured by Koreans.

 "Long time it's been hasn't it? Sasuke."

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It sucks have three fucking active muses and two of them want to be active. And christ, I'm way too attached to Bucky Barnes, muse wise, repiles will be slow on here, far warning.

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He’s just gotten back into his studio. He’s just managed to get it back and running. Though he hasn’t started doing classes again. He’s been more refrained, less in the open due to his injuries not to mention how thin he is. The Koreans weren’t exactly civil towards him when he took that job. For what reasons he’ll never mention, escpeicaly not to Konan or Sasuke.

His cousin is another matter entirely. None the less though, he does know that Konan and Sasuke have been keeping his apartment clean and studio. He purses his lips for moments, fingers holding a tea glass. Swallowing for a moment, as he takes a sip. Mind drifting to other places, like the fact he had coughed up blood numerous times while in Korea. He stares at the small painting on his table, and grabs a brush when he sets his cup down.

Focused on his work. It’s keeping him from thinking about the blood.

[virulentbeauty]

  It’s as much of a relief to see him as it was concerning. Did Sasuke know he was back? Obito? She can only assume they do — but she doesn’t ask, she doesn’t want to potentially bring up an upsetting topic, though she’s sure this won’t exactly be a pleasant reunion. Something’s wrong, she can see it so clearly.

She nods slowly and crosses the room to where he sat, the golden specks in her eyes glistening with tears. Close up, he looked worse. Skinny and pale, he looked sickly. It worries her and she wants to ask so many questions at once. Remaining quiet as she sits beside him, she reaches out to place a gentle hand on his shoulder. 

He was still warm like he was before, warm to be around and warm to touch, she finds some comfort in having her hand on his shoulder. 

 ”Madara..—” She swallows, concern in her eyes and in her tone. “You don’t.. you don’t look so well. Your illness.. has it progressed?” It’s a scary question to ask because she fears the answer; her voice trembles, hand squeezing his shoulder.

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"No, it's just a matter of what happened. It's not the illness that caused this, though you could place them blame on that. Because the truth is less than pleasant, considering all things." The words almost seem bitter as he speaks. He's not speaking much of the matter of what happened, Obito had given him enough grief about it, that and punched him.

"It would be wiser to ask, my cousin about the details, if he shares such things with you." The bitterness is a rare trait in him, but the job had been done, it had been a murder of someone that had killed most of his siblings and attempted to kill his brother. Years ago when he had worked for the family. He purses his lips seeming to tremble for mere moments, at the contact from her.

"I haven't been in good health as of late."

[virulentbeauty]

  Konan doesn’t bother with taking the time to replying to the unexpected text message she’s received less than a minute ago — honestly, she’d sent Madara countless text messages over the past four months, with not a single reply.

So, it’s comes as a surprise when he responds back, and in an instant she was grabbing her purse and flying out the door. There were so many questions she had to ask, but the main one was simply knowing he was okay. She can already feel a lump swelling in her throat.

It’s unlike her to speed but she makes it to his studio in just a few minutes. Her mind races as she rushes to the front door, brown locks flowing behind her, whipped around by the breeze. She considers knocking but doesn’t have the patience to wait for him to come to the door; she lets herself in, wide eyes sweeping the room in search for him.

When she finds him, brush in hand and eyes on a canvas, her heart drops. He’s lacking his usual luster and he’s dangerously skinny — she wonders if it’s because of his illness, or something else, her mind racing. She stands frozen in place, lower lip quivering, her voice meek when she calls out to him.

"M-madara? Where have you been?"

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He glances upwards. Ah. That would be Konan. He knows it simply by the sound of her voice. While it is a comfort, the state of his body isn't something she should be seeing, he had explained most of it to Obito, and well Konan, she wouldn't understand the given reason of why he let things happen. He's still holding the brush and painting as she asks the question.

"It's better you sit, so we can talk."

He's refrained much more refrained with speaking. For good reasons, he's been having nightmares ever since he got home. Nightmares on Izuna's death and his older brothers death. Those subjects are not touchable ever.

"I've been in South Korea or even North,

                                       I can't recall exactly. What matters is I'm back."

 He doesn't want to tell her. He didn't even mention to Obito, that he almost died there.

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      Wordlessly he leads his cousin into the flat, setting him down along the sofa, not caring if it got blood on it or not — he could get a new one, his family was more important. Once he feels his cousin is comfortable, the most comfortable he can be, he heads to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and setting it down in the coffee table.

    He can assume what had happened already. His cousins injuries were most likely due the Family or at leas he likes to think so. It gave him more reason to form a disdain towards them, something he’d been doing as of late. “Remove your shirt.” He states, it’s not really debatable. One way or another he was going to see the extent of his cousins injuries. 

    The glass of water won’t do much other then allow him to have a small drink. He has pain pills in the bathroom. He’s lucky Konan isn’t home, he’s sure she’d panic or get worried, although it’d be much easier if she had been — it’d be nice to have another pair of hands to help. “I figure you won’t tell me all of it, but can you at least tell me where it hurts?” he could help with that, he figures.

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It was unavoidable he knew that not to show him the injuries. But what Obito is going to see is not just injury but how thin he is from the months spent in Korea, the family wasn't the cause of this. No, he just got out alive because of them. But he does undo his clothing tugging the shirt of the skin. There's bruises that cover his flesh, purple marks, some newer, some gotten right before he got out.

The job would have been one that would have killed Obito. One that boy wouldn't have lasted in, even if he had wanted to take it for him. Madara purses his lips, taking a sip of water. He's not focusing on the fact his wounds aren't really cleaned out, he hasn't had time to keep cleaning them, nor has he been able to look at blood, he's jittery right now. He does however ask.

"Do you have a backup bottle of my pills?"

That question in itself can raise a number of red flags to his cousin considering those pills are what he needs to live decently right now. He pauses for a moment considering all things. He's pretty sure his voice doesn't sound the best right now either, not to mention his hair.

"There's a lot of bruising, though I'm not quite sure if anything is fractured. I haven't see anyone medical wise in four months." That's not counting the massive stitching on his chest right now that's oozing blood slightly, it's a bloody mess honestly. He gives another glance to his cousin.

"This wasn't caused by our family either. You remember the Senju?"

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[text] Mada, are you ever going to come back? [text] I miss you a lot, I want a bear hug. [text] We all miss you. Yogi misses you. Come back soon.

His phone buzzing, it's a sound he hasn't heard in the last four months considering he had to get a new one. The number didn't change, but it's a comfort none the less. It is, and the number showing is that of familiar. Konan, his little princess as he puts in his contacts. Because she's such a brat but an endearing one unlike his cousin.

[text] I got back three days ago.

   [text] I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I thought Obito would have.

                           [text] You didn't spoil, Yogi too much did you?

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     The knocking on the door gives him alert enough to tell him someone has arrived, digits scratch along his stomach, a yawn slipping from his lips as he pushes himself up from where he’d been falling asleep on the sofa. He moves at a slow pace, feet shuffling in the matching pair panda slippers Konan had bought. It’s not until a familiar voice rings out does he rush, practically stumbling over his own two feet, to get to the door.

"Come on you pompous prince…Open your door, otherwise you might have a body on your doorstep.”

    His heart drops at the voice, Madara, his cousin of whom he’d been absent of finally here, in the flesh. He’d gone to look for him once, after he’d gotten out of the hospital only to find the male had been long gone, for months even. He doesn’t hesitate in throwing open the door the minute the locks are disabled, wasting no time in embracing his missing cousin. The one person of whom had stuck beside him, no matter what transpired in the Family, his only blood related family he could feel close to. 

   With a sharp hiss he reels back, punching the male square in the gut yet not hard enough to empty the contents of his stomach, just enough to get his point across, “You asshole…..where have you been…” His features scrunch, a rush of conflicting emotions hitting him at once. He was glad the other male was present, yet angry for him showing his face after so long without a word.

     It’s when he pulls back once more does he note his cousins rather distraught appearance, “H…hey….what happened..?” He feels a tinge of guilt for punching him, he really should have saved it for later.  Worry soon replaces the anger on his features, an arm looping under his cousins for added support,”Come on. Get inside.” They had already made a scene in the hallway.

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The hit, he expected. Perhaps should have expected better considering he'd been gone for months without notice from Obito. He purses his lips for moments at a time staring at his cousin. His stitches pulling again from the hit, and he winces in pain from the pull. He's in more pain than normal not just from his illness, he needs to get his medicine back also. He hasn't taken it in months since the Koreans had gotten him.

Come to think of it, the reason he's alive is because he is cunning and smooth talking. A sharp hiss escapes his lips, fingers at his sides refraining from hitting back. There's too much damage right now on his ribs, not to mention the bruises and possible fractured bones. He had escaped yes, but barely, and it had been hell getting back into Japan, due to a lack of passport.

"Outside, isn't the place to talk. Obito."

His fingers none the less though catch on Obito's and he exhales. Taking what support he can get from his cousin he walks in. Most of the injuries were barely cleaned. The sight of blood. any of it has been making Madara panic. He's been freaking out over it as of late, and he can't look at it period. 

    "I don't think, I can go into detail, of exactly what happened." 

He was told not to mention the mission period. But he and Obito have always over-shared, but his cousin wouldn't be happy hearing he took a job for the family, even if he had gotten a large sum of money.

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He's just gotten back into his studio. He's just managed to get it back and running. Though he hasn't started doing classes again. He's been more refrained, less in the open due to his injuries not to mention how thin he is. The Koreans weren't exactly civil towards him when he took that job. For what reasons he'll never mention, escpeicaly not to Konan or Sasuke.

His cousin is another matter entirely. None the less though, he does know that Konan and Sasuke have been keeping his apartment clean and studio. He purses his lips for moments, fingers holding a tea glass. Swallowing for a moment, as he takes a sip. Mind drifting to other places, like the fact he had coughed up blood numerous times while in Korea. He stares at the small painting on his table, and grabs a brush when he sets his cup down.

Focused on his work. It's keeping him from thinking about the blood.

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He supposes he owes a lot of people the reason why he vanished. To Sasuke he had lied and said it was a mere trip for his art pieces. If you had actually fished below the surface it was due to other reasons. Ones that included his said family, and a job for him. With Izuna out of the way, the family more or less has more control considering Sasuke isn't trained the same way he was to kill. 

Coming to pause at his cousin's house, he wonders briefly if this is a good idea, considering his injuries and all. But there is a chance that Konan might not be in, she might not be in and his cousin is just here, which is good. He's not going to mention either that he was beaten in the months he was gone, nor will he mention the fact that he was coughing off blood from a certain illness.

Pausing, he knocks once, twice and then another time. Eyes focused staring at the door, fingers clutching at the bandage that is hiding his stitches that need to be fixed again, and well this isn't the best way to greet his cousin after three months or was it four of missing.

"Come on you pompous prince...

                  Open your door, otherwise you might have a body on your doorstep."