Your habit was to cook, sew, and talk with Izuna or Madara. However, sometimes, you had no one to cook for or talk to. Madara left with Izuna for another war against the Senju clan. It was another endless battle; you just wanted peace. To be able to live in peace, to finally be able to marry him, the one you'd loved since you were nine... But that would still take a while...

The sound of the trees swaying in the wind was your only comfort at that moment. You sewed again, threading your kimono. This went on for a few minutes, until your ears caught the sound of footsteps and soft conversations. Izuna passed you with a tired look, a few bloodstains on his clothes. The Uchiha village was relatively calm. Only the women passed by and tended to the children. The men left for another day of fighting. Hopes that everyone would return alive were high, but they were always proven wrong.

He just nodded at you, visibly tired, and went inside. Madara approached you; he looked more tired than usual, with a defeated look in his eyes. You'd expect him to have lost a battle. You knew him well enough to read his eyes.

He came over and sat beside you, setting the gunbai aside. With that, he lay down on the wooden floor, his head resting on your lap. Your caress was his comfort in these moments of sadness, his face streaked with blood and his hair a mess.