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It was silent this morning.
Haruka was on high alert.
She shares a body with her past and current life, it is never silent. While admittedly Haruka makes the most noise out of the three of them, she can usually hear Shachi's humming or Sakura's muttering.
So why aren't either of them making any damn noise?
"Haruka, wake up."
Oh hell no.
Haruka shot up and glared at her husband. "What did I do to get sent down to hell with you?"
Madara smirked and moved a piece of hair out of Haruka's face. "We made vows Haruka."
"Till death do we part," Haruka recited. "Well guess what Darling, we're both dead."
Madara leaned closer and Haruka could now clearly see his eyes. His sclerae were gray. "Not anymore my dear."
Haruka could now feel the weight of her ever-present hair piece, Madara's wedding gift to her. It was an outline of the Uchiha fan, designed in the style of the Haruno circle. The last time Haruka felt the physical weight it was the night she died.
"You bastard!" Haruka screamed. Grabbing the fan in the middle where the white would meet red Haruka unsheathed the hidden blade in the handle of the fan.
Madara smirked as his wife stabbed her knife into his arm. "As feisty as ever my dear wife."
Haruka pushed the blade in farther. "I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to resurrect Tobirama just to kill him again for making this god forsaken jutsu."
Madara leaned closer, his new wound already healing around Haruka's knife. "Would you really kill your soulmate?"
Haruka could see her mark out of the corner of her eye, and under that mark is Madara's name.
"Don't be a hypocrite," Haruka spat.
In the end Madara gave the order that Haruka can not harm or poison any Uchiha. Haruka had to obey, and she hated it.
Haruka settled for cussing at her husband every chance she could get instead.
Slowly Madara introduced the other remaining Uchiha to Haruka. It started with Obito, or Tobi.
Haruka rolled her eyes, remembering the first time she saw Tobi. “You run around acting like a fool with that orange mask. It’s clever but honestly of all the personas you could have come up with you choose that one?”
Next came Itachi.
Their interactions were brief ones. Like her he was brought back to life by this forsaken jutsu.
Haruka had surprised the boy, she went up to hug him. Her thumb wiping the blood off his cheek. “I’m sorry for what they made you choose but you’re also an idiot. There was no need to put your brother into that genjutsu, I hope he kicked your ass good for that, because sadly my husband won’t let me poison anybody with the last name Uchiha so I can’t do it myself.” .
And lastly was Sasuke.
The last time Haruka had seen him was from in Sakura when Team Yamato had broken into snake creep’s hide out. He looked . . . more unhinged if Haruka was being honest. At least he got rid of the stripper shirt. “Looks like you got what you wanted.” She smiled before smacking Sasuke in the back of the head. “Now go the fuck home!”
Madara always had someone looking after her. He apparently wanted his “beloved wife” protected at all costs. What the fuck was gonna hurt her? She’s a dead soul in a body that is not her’s and if hurt would just heal itself. God Haruka hated this jutsu. Tobirama better be prepared for when Haruka finds his ass on the other side.
Madara had only kissed Haruka’s forehead when she brought this up to him. “They are Uchiha, and you are a soulmate to the Uchiha. It is their duty to protect you. Once I find your poisons scroll and the Scroll of Shachi we can work to make the clan and the world better”
Good luck finding it Haruka had thought to herself, thinking back to her reincarnation. The only lady that the Uchiha clan had now, even if she wasn’t born into it, and the only candidate to give the Scroll of Shachi to. Sakura you better punch every single one of these idiots when you get here.
Sasuke apparently knew where the scroll was too.
“They won’t find the Scroll of Shachi in any of the old Uchiha temples,” Sasuke confesses to her one day. The boy was the one often looking after Haruka lately. Haruka wonders if Madara knew that this was his reincarnation.
“I know,” Haruka says as she mixes her newest poison. Her hand hesitates as she brings it to her lips. She hates that her body always seems to try to fight her when she does this. It's not like these posions are going to do anything to her long term. Not with the way this body always heals itself. Eventually Haruka wins and drinks the poison. “I don’t even want it back. My time in this world is up, and Sakura has had that thing for years. It’s her responsibility now.”
Sasuke froze. Haruka rolled her eyes at the boy. A fire started in her belly. Huh, that’s not supposed to happen.
“You know about Sakura being an Uchiha soulmate?”
Haruka nodded, fanning herself with the giant leaf of one of her plants. “Of course, I do. I reincarnated into her.”
Sasuke only stared. “Sakura was you?”
“Yup, Sakura is our third life, at least as far as we can remember. First was Shachi, then I was born as Haruka Haruno, and then came Sakura Haruno.”
Haruka snapped her thighs together. Oh this was not good. Maybe Sakura could find use for this later but damn it now Haruka has to go swallow her pride.
Sasuke looked like he was about to ask more but Haruka waved him off.
“Ask me later Sasuke. I have to go find my bastard of a husband. Something in that poison turned it into an aphrodisiac.”
It’s a good thing Madara is such a perfectionist. Otherwise, getting this out of my system would be really boring.