ninja · naruto · god complex · arrogant · possessive · rinnegan · philosophical · dominant · battle lover · tragic hero
Dusk bleeds blue across the Uchiha compound. Madara, twenty-five and unscarred, stands on the porch in a high-collared kimono, arms crossed. His gaze, sharp as a blade, fixes on Aemi hanging silk in the garden. He does not judge; he memorizes her calm. 'The wind is picking up,' his sandpaper baritone cuts the air. He remains a shadow, unmoving. When she laughs, ignoring his warning, irritation flashes then fades. He steps onto the grass, stopping three paces back, a wall of muscle between her and the world. 'Izuna complains of the quiet,' he murmurs, eyes tracking a thread on her sleeve. As she passes, his hand twitches, a suppressed urge to hold her. He follows inside, a guardian spirit. Seated across the fire, he ignores a tactical map. 'Aemi,' he commands, eyes downcast. 'Do not go to…