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First times are always memorable, whether because the occasion wrought pain or because it gave you a joy you hadn’t thought possible. They were hard to forget, especially for an Uchiha.
Izuna remembered the first time she learned the fireball jutsu, her elder brother, madara, her idol, stood by their koi pond, grinning at her.
“Watch this, Izuna!” Madara bellowed out before sucking in his stomach, taking a deep breath clapped, amazed, the ball was no bigger than his head but to Izuna, it was amazing! So she ran up to him and copied what he had done and the first attempt was a fluke. She pouted, glaring at her reflection in the pond. And with rapid hand movement, he performed the jutsu that hailed from their clan. Izuna
“Figured, don’t get all sad, Izuna, you will only get better,” Madara said, giving her a pat on the head. She smiled up at him and as he walked away, she gave another try only to succeed this time and with a ball even larger than Madara’s, unfortunately she sent it in the direction of the tree that hung over their koi pond. It was safe to say their mom's sandal was imprinted on both near rears. Madara wondered why he had to be punished but whatever she did, he had to take responsibility for.
The first time she killed another living being was a cold day. Nevermind that it was summer. What was cold was her heart as she watched the blood pour out the slit she gave to a Senju beast. He had...killed her younger brother. Poor, poor Takushi who followed her as she did Madara. He had wanted to join the war and make their parents proud, make her proud. But his pride didn’t get him far, his body untrained, having only just begun his training.
What a cold day, cold as the body of her baby brother as she carried him home, refusing to let Madara or their father carry him home. She needed to remember his weight, she needed to hold him once more before he became one with the earth, soul joining the eternal flames of Amaterasu. Her mother didn’t sob when she saw her younger son in Izuna’s arms. She had lost one child, their youngest, Myoko, but her eyes? They lost something vital in them before they became red, sharingan activated.
“I killed the man who did this,” Izuna said, voice hoarse despite having not cried herself yet. Madara clenched his fists, shaking where he stood.
“I’m going to train,” Was all he said before heading to where they usually train. Himeru, the last youngest, was indoors, probably napping. Who would break the news to him? Izuna didn’t know and didn’t have the conviction to do so herself. She was just a child too.
Her first friend was also her first crush and they both shared their first kiss together. She was Naori Uchiha, a kind, soft spoken but determined girl, she was fair and just and hated unnecessary violence. She had long, wavy purple hair with purple eyes Izuna thought were more gorgeous than any gem one could find in the deepest cores of earth. No amethyst could compare. And Izuna had said so to her face, making Naori blush.
“Izu-chan, please, you flirt too much, my eyes, looks, they are nothing, some even mock them,” Naori said, frowning at the last bit. It was true she did not have the Uchiha features but their clan was large and old! Many married into the clan, bringing different features and such, it was no big deal.
“Who insulted you? I’ll fight them,” Izuna said, huffing as she got up from her spot under a sakura tree they had been reading under. Naori giggled, shaking her head.
“Would you fight your own clan member?” She asked, a fondness in her eyes. Ah, Izuna could become so passionate, set ablaze by what she deemed was worth fighting for.
“Yes, for you,” Izuna said, without hesitation. Both looked at each other shocked, before laughing. Sitting back down, now closer to the purple haired girl. Izuna grinned, daring to swipe a strand that was out of place.They shared a strange look, one that they had shared before when enraptured by the other. The girls shared so much, sought each other out, aided and held one another often. So it only made sense that as they lent forward, lips pressing, did they share their first ever kiss of young love.
“Ugh, of course I find you two sharing spit,” Madara said, making the girls shriek in fright before both activating their sharingan and chasing Madara, pissed he had interrupted them.
“Madara-san, forgive me but you must pay,” Naori said, upset after having wanted to kiss Izuna for so long and struggling to have the courage to.
“You’re just saying that because you can’t kiss your boyfriend!” Izuna shouted, leaping up only to kick Madara directly in the back, making him fly into a pile of mud. She often teased Madara ever since the day she had learned of Madara’s escape to see a certain Senju boy. It’s been some years but Izuna knows his brother thinks of the bowl haircut boy. Well last izuna saw, his hair had been growing out. It made no difference to her.
Izuna first and last time letting herself be healed by a Senju was a bizarre experience. Having not expected to be sliced by Tobirama and on her dying bed, now blind after giving her eyes to Madara to save him from impending blindness as yet another cold day. She withered in pain, body shaking. Madara had left the room to fetch her clean clothes to put on her head when Naori slipped into the room.
“It’s honestly sad, I had wanted a wedding, but it looks like I'll be alone.Tell me, is peace not worth it if we can be by each other's side and put down our blades? Have a child or two? There are many orphans who would love to be held and cherished. Izu-kun, it isn’t too late to let go of this cursed uchiha pride,” Naori said, one hand caressing Izuna’s sweaty face.
“Will you wear that lingerie I got you but you refused, on our wedding night?” Izuna teased and she knew she made her partner smile.
Word was quickly sent out and without hesitation, she was being manhandled by one Hashirama Senju who sobbed over her. She punched him as Madara tried dragging him off.
“Just heal her you weirdo!” Madara had yelled at his friend, seeing how Izuna looked ready to rip his throat out. Tobirama stood outside the door and when hashirama was done healing her, he demanded the white haired man to apologize. Izuna insisted she didn’t want to hear anything from Tobirama, her rival but Hashirama ignored her, glaring at his younger brother.
“Fine! Sorry I stabbed you during a
war
, can we move on now?” Tobirama said, and izuna just knew he was probably raising up his chin, peeved he had to say sorry. Izuna laughed her ass off, going at it harder when she heard Tobirama stomp away.
What a day, she thought, hours later, Naori in her arms, Madara having gone with Hashirama to talk of this peace treaty. They had discussed giving her Madara’s eyes but she felt too tired to go through the procedure, that was for another day.
Her first time viewing the new village was as a proudly married woman, eyes bright and clear, grinning to herself. She felt hope, that maybe she can grow old with the people she loved and have her revenge on Tobirama, she will not make his life easier. Though by the look Naori gave her, she already knew what she was plotting.