Guardian of the Rain
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Madara Uchiha was running through the forest so swiftly that the world around him was a green and brown blur. As a seemingly endless amount of blood would not stop flowing down the left side of his back, he grew concerned to an unbearable extent. However, the blood did not belong to him; it was Izuna Uchiha's.
Feeling his younger brother's grip loosen, Madara readjusted him so that he would stay secure on his back. A little longer, and we'll be there. He thought, not bothering to speak aloud, being that Izuna was unconscious.
Not only did the current situation bother Madara, but what had happened just twenty minutes before bugged him, as well. To escape certain defeat at the hands of the Senju clan, Madara used a smoke bomb to flee. Due to countless clashes with their sworn foes, he was aware of most—if not all—of their capabilities. Tobirama Senju was a sensor unlike any other. That being said, Madara knew that he could have pursued him and his wounded brother. There was only one reason the head of the Uchiha clan came up with. Damn that Hashirama. Madara said internally. He did not know whether to feel grateful or humiliated to be spared by his arch-enemy.
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Once they arrived at the place they lived at,—neither Uchiha dared to call it 'home' because of the loss of so many family members—Madara laid Izuna upon his bed. The wound made by the unpredictable slash of Tobirama's katana promised death, and Madara knew that. However, he attempted to repair it nonetheless whilst kneeling on the floor.Madara tore off a piece of his clothing, which he used to cover and apply pressure on the wound. With his face expressionless and his black eyes blank, Madara worked on his last remaining brother's injury. Then, all of a sudden, Izuna's hand grasped tightly around Madara's wrist.
"I've l-lost t-too much blood. I'm d-done for." Izuna claimed, his voice low and weak.
Hearing his beloved kin's voice, Madara regained a look of sanity upon his face. "Don't speak as if you're going to die, Izuna. You'll be fin—"
Izuna's grip became like iron, which was to be unexpected by someone in that condition. "E-Enough with the nonsense. Y-You must make s-sure that our people aren't annihilated by the Senju. Nothing b-but foolishness comes out of Hashir-rama's mouth; our people could n-never coexist."
"I know that, brother. But how am I to best them? I need you by my side...I need you."
"That cannot b-be. However, you can take a part of me."
Confusion crossed Madara's face. "What do you mean by that?"
Izuna let go of Madara's wrist and instead grabbed hold of one of his hands. "My eyes—implant them a-and my power will become, as well as combine, with y-yours."
Facing downwards, eyes closed, and with his teeth clenched, Madara said, "So be it." He finally gave in. The situation demanded him to be realistic, so that is what he did. "I promise, I will being about the Senju's end with these very hands, and see it with my,—no—our eyes."
With the rest of his energy and life-force, Izuna smirked, feeling reassured. His eyes closed and his body went completely still. Madara did not shed tears, but he felt horrible and somber on the inside.
Hashirama, Tobirama, prepare yourselves. Next time, you will be the ones to greet death.
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