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[beautyblueblossom]

MadaSu under the sakura blossoms

Commission by @sanxkei

Thank you for this artwork as it was a birthday gift to myself. It was inspired by the recent official artwork of Madara and Hashirama with the Uchiha/Senju meeting. I've written a post on my IG, just a scene of Madara and Su together. Check it out!

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Open requests, yes! Could you do a scenario or hc about Asana getting kidnapped and madara having to save her and getting revenge on those who took her and hurt her (obviously in the context where she picks him)? Angst! Maybe some fluff!

a/n: Look I will do this for you because this is a great trope but I need you to understand that Asana is an absolute fkn gremlin and no one will be able to kidnap her and together with Madara they are both wild gremlins so this may not be as angsty as you were expecting because it’s going to be a little different lmao but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Like I know she hasn’t kicked ass in the fic yet but I promise it’s coming and you’ll understand hahaha warnings: violence, kidnapping, ends with fluff

Asana and Madara had an argument. Something about Asana overworking himself and something about Madara being overprotective (clingy). Shots were fired and Asana decided a good walking away from the situation was needed.

So she walked out and continued walking all the way to the perimeter of the village. She heard the assailants before they came. The next thing she knew there was a knife pressed to her throat. “Scream and you die.” 

Wow good job, threatening a shinobi who can regenerate. Asana thought. But she also considered what being kidnapped meant - mainly that she didn’t have to go back home right away.

She shrugged internally and decided to see where this would go. Asana let them take her. They covered her heard with a cloth bag and tied her hands with rope. Amateurs she thought.

As she counted the the distance from the village to their hideout she figured they had only taken her about 3 miles. That would give her some time before anyone would get to her. 

When they removed the bag off her heard she squinted as light shone into her eyes. Taking a few moments to adjust she looked around and saw they were in a cave. 

“What a pain.” She muttered and a man punched her in the cheek. Asana spat on the floor and laughed. “Right into it I see.” she leant her head from side to side. “Not even a question first?” 

“Who are you?” the man asked.

Asana smiled. “You mean you don’t know who you kidnapped?” The man punched her again. Asana sighed, concentrating on not letting her healing abilities activate. She didn’t want to ruin the surprise to quickly. 

“Who are you?” He asked again. 

“Just a poor defenceless woman of the Konohagakure.” She pouted innocently. 

The man frowned and held a knife to her throat. “Tell me everything you know about Hashirama Senju.” 

Asana practically snorted. “Sorry, that kind of threat won’t work on me.” 

This went on for awhile. The man kept asking her questions and Asana kept playing dumb or laughing at his expense. It made him angrier and more violent but Asana didn’t care. 

Then she heard a loud bang followed by a ruckus of muffled fighting somewhere outside the room. “Ah, he is finally here.” Asana smirked and the man looked at her.

Asana focused her chakra at her arms and sliced through the ropes binding her and stood from her chair. “What the--” Asana stood and craned her neck from side to side. Then with her full force she slammed the man across the room, his back hitting the wall with a bang. 

Outside the door she heard something slam against the wall followed by Madara’s voice. “Where is my wife?” Those words alone made Asana smile. 

“Who are you?” The man asked with a groan as he tried to stand. 

“My name is Asana.” 

The man’s eyes widened. Watching as the bruises and marks from the injuries he inflicted began to heal or disappear. She looked down at him with a menacing smile. 

Then Madara burst through the door, Sharingan activated and the darkest look on his face. It immediately softened and filled with concern when he saw Asana. 

“Are you alright?” He was at her side in an instant inspecting her face and gauging her injuries, which now were non existent. 

“Of course,” She smiled, “Despite his best attempts to injure me.” Madara scowled and grabbed the man off the floor, choking him. 

“Do you know who I am?” Madara, asked and the man nodded. “Good then you’ll know how much you’ll suffer.” He put him under a genjutsu and dropped him onto the floor. Then he turned back to Asana. 

He was silent, looking at her through narrowed eyes. “You could get free the whole time?” He asked carefully. Asana bit her lip and shrugged. “Are you telling me,” he began carefully, “That you let yourself get kidnapped so you didn’t have to finish our discussion?” 

Asana did everything she could not to smile. “Of course not.” She took a step toward him. “I wanted to find out what they were up to.” 

“Did you?” He asked. Asana shook her head. “You kind of put a stop to figuring that much out.” Madara shot her and unimpressed look when suddenly she stumbled forward and he caught her.

“Are you alright?” He asked, holding her tight. Asana nodded, “Chakras a little low,” she paused, “Maybe I have been overworking myself.” Madara frowned. “I cannot believe you.” 

Asana gave him an innocent smile. “Take me home?” Madara nodded, scooping her up into his arms. “Will you promise to stay there this time?”  

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Good Enough [Part 3] Desire [Madara Uchiha]

Thank you everyone for the support on this story, urging me to get back to work on it. Sorry about the lack of smut in this chapter; gives you something to look forward to.

The next morning Kururi rushed to the main house and urged the caretaker to wake Madara. He was already up, but far too busy to speak with her. She was grateful for this and left the blank note in the capable hands of his retainer while she waited impatiently by the front door for her to return.

Not sure how long Hashirama bought her, Kururi was relieved to see that Madara made this duty an urgency and signed the note. She expected a rude comment, passed between him to her regarding her negligence, however, she was given none. The young retainer passed the scroll back to her, wished her a good morning, and let her be on her way. Kururi, taken by surprise, returned to her main house to get properly dressed, then headed over to the tower.

By noon time, the elders had come to an agreement. Kururi was standing in a crowd at the base of the tower when they announced it. She was relieved to hear that Madara was permitted to run. The two founders stood together, looking out over the village and its people. She was for once in tears, watching them stand as equals. It took a while, but now peace was more than just a thought, dreamed up by three orphaned children. Kururi wiped her damp eyes and slunk back into the crowd.

She had every intention of returning home, but a bitter, dark chakra suddenly covered her, bringing this notion to a standstill. Kururi knew that it could only be one of two people and refrained from visibly shivering as said person moved to stand by her side. She never quite understood why, but the Uchiha had such hostile chakra; it felt like hands of ice taking ahold of her.

"Izuna … please. Try and hold back a little." If she was uncomfortable, she was sure the villagers with little to no chakra control were too.

He did as requested and easily concealed his signature. "My apologies. I forget sometimes."

"It's alright; sometimes I do too. Habit is hard to break when you've been taught something completely different all your life," she explained softly.

Izuna knew just what she was implying. Even so, it was hard for him pull off, since he was an Uchiha. He felt like the people of the village were isolating his clan. Flaunting his power was just a means of protecting himself; survival of the fittest. She had to realize what he was aiming to do, right? Maybe not, seeing as though she just chastised him.

A frown marred his face, but he chose not to say anything. Instead, he glanced up at Madara, as if his brother might be able to support him with this issue. How would he handle it? An alternate route opened up to him.

"If I may ask … why are you not with the council? I assumed you'd be up there."

Kururi felt her face heat up. She knew that he was attempting to rile her up; obviously he knew why. "Neither of them need my support. I've done all I can."

She was being honest; Izuna could hear it in her voice. What she didn't realize was how wrong she was. The fact that Kururi was so unsure about her role made him feel like she was insignificant. However, his brother thought otherwise. Izuna couldn't wrap his mind around it. Why did Madara like her so much?

"I believe this is the first time I've seen you with your hair down," Izuna mentioned, baiting her. She didn't look so much like an adolescent like this.

Kururi puckered her brow. "Yes … well you took my hair sticks yesterday, so I had nothing to use."

He nearly smirked at this. She was too easy. "Madara offered me an opportunity and I took it, but if you wish, I can return to you the inheritances I took. They are at the compound."

She did want them back, however she wasn't sure about going alone with Izuna. Thinking back to what she promised Hashirama, she decided to agree, only if he accepted her proposal.

"I'd like my sister to accompany us. She is rather fond of the Uchiha. I believe she may like someone in your clan."

It mattered not to Izuna, but he agreed in any case. A mock smile lifted his lips. "That's ironic, considering that you too like an Uchiha. You stare at my brother with a fondness beyond friendship. Some would think it's a weakness."

"Who do you watch with such eyes?"

Izuna puckered his brow. He wasn't sure there was someone he actually liked. Not that he was incapable of love; he just wasn't interested in it right now.

"That doesn't matter, Kururi." It really didn't, not while his mind was engaged with something else. But maybe after this. "Come on. Lets get your sister, and I will accompany you both."

Like he suggested, Izuna lead the two back to his clan's main house. He bade Kirino to rest in the back yard as he took Kururi to the work room his brother often resided in. Leaving her a moment, he moved around to the back of Madara's desk and retrieved her hair sticks.

She used the time to look around Madara's work space, intrigued by the naturalness of it. He kept the walls mostly bare, with the exception of a few weapons Kururi was sure he still had use for. She could see nothing that really stood out to her; nothing that yelled tyrant like she had expected.

"This is alarming," she uttered.

Izuna was taken back. "You imagined something different?"

"Less principles," she admitted. "But, I'm not going to cry about it. At his core, Madara is still human." Her fingers traced softly over the clan's crest.

"In a sense, you're right. He is human … but sometimes his actions share no compassion. It's for the sake of our people that he be made a devil in the eyes of others," Izuna explained, while moving closer to her.

He offered back her hair sticks and forlornly added, "At least that's how he wanted it to be. A certain woman has stolen his thoughts, and even I dare think his intensions for the clan have changed."

"I don't think that at all when I look at what all he's done," Kururi rebutted. "He does everything he can for his people. Some may see it as cruelty – his actions – but he's just doing what's best for his clan."

Izuna gave her a gentle smile, "How noble of you, to speak of my brother in such a way." Maybe he was wrong to assume so little of her. Even so, he needed to be sure. Words could only assure him for so long.

"Can I ask you of something?"

Kururi nodded in agreement. "You may ask me whatever you like, Izuna."

"Are you certain that you believe Madara can become the leader of this new village? You spoke up for him against the council. But do you actually believe that he has a shot?"

"Hashirama does … but I do not. I was honest when I said that times have changed, but for Madara, they have not." She never wanted to give him false hope; it was cruel of Hashirama to ask this of her. Dread filled her as she thought it over. "I just want the best for him … I'm sorry."

Izuna was strangely pleased by her answer. "I assumed as much." He already knew that Hashirama thought highly of Madara; this was no surprise to him. "Thank you for everything you've done for him; Madara deserves this. Still, am I wrong to assume a small part of the reason you agreed was because of love?"

"I … I don't know how to answer that."

"A simple yes or no," Izuna said blatantly. He was uneasy with the fact that she couldn't yet give an honest answer.

Sink or swim? Every possible route was circling around to this. She wasn't certain, because she assumed her feelings for Madara were nothing more than desire.

Kururi placed her fingers over her heart; it wasn't beating out of her chest in any cliché way. She feared her belief was true. "I don't think what I feel for your brother is love, and this hold I have over him isn't either."

"Since when did you think you were intitled to speak for him?"

She cringed at this. Honestly, it made her a little angry. He too had no right; he was a hypocrite for scolding her. "This conversation is over. We obviously can't fathom his feelings, so we don't need to argue over it."

Izuna agreed, despite his conflicting thoughts. He felt that if anyone knew his brother – truly – it was him. Madara would never lie to him, and he surely wouldn't have come to him in the first place if he felt like he could handle the situation. Izuna wanted so bad to spoil their scheme, but he honestly felt like his brother should do it.

"Speak with him," he implored. "You won't listen to reason, so at least ask him yourself. That's all I'll say about it."

Kururi curled her hands into a fist. She was so tired of this roundabout; it made her sick. All she wanted to do was forget about the whole ordeal, but nearly everyone she spoke to was filling her head with false information. Even so, she knew what Izuna had said was the truth.

She needed to speak to Madara in person.

"Convey to him that I'd like to meet. Tonight will be fine," she uttered in defeat.

Izuna gently smiled, "Leave it to me."

Kururi so wanted this to be over. She just hoped her desire for Madara wouldn't blindside her to the truth.

[dahliadoodle]

Moon gazing.

[uchiha-iyo]

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