𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗛𝗔'𝗦 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗗𝗘 || u. madara

Chapter 6

When you walk inside the room, you keep your eyes downcast, like you did during the ceremony. You are aware of the presence in front of you, his heavy and intimidating presence. But you are also aware of your older brother's presence behind you and you were glad he came inside with you.

You stopped walking, as if you knew when and where to stop.

"My lord," you started, eyes still glued on the ground. "I am here to present myself..."

You trailed off, feeling your chest tightening for a moment as you were reminded of why you came here.

The war has ended, the blood feud between your Clan and the Uchiha Clan has now ceased. The treaty has been sealed but no one knows how long it will last. Because of that uncertainty, you accepted the proposal of your Clan Elders.

For you to offer yourself as the Uchiha's bride, and keep the treaty for generations to come.

You kneeled down in front of him, lowering yourself down, both of your hands on the floor. A fetal prostration, a gesture of absolute subjection.

"I am here to present myself to the leader of the Uchiha Clan," you continued, this time your voice is clear and even, with a certain amount of resolve. "I, Senju Y/n, offer myself to you, Uchiha Madara... as your bride."

The man whom you are prostrating yourself to, sat in front. His elbow propped on his knee and his chin on his knuckle. His eyes were on Tobirama, who stood a little farther behind you. Your older brother, upon seeing you prostrate yourself, had an expression akin to anger, he looks as though he is ready to take your arm and pull you up any moment now.

Tobirama's expression amuse Madara, and even more so when he notices his injured shoulder. Madara did tell those mercenaries that they may kill him, but it's not like he's expecting them to actually kill him. He is, after all, Hashirama's brother.

But still, Madara had hoped those men did more damage to him than just a petty shoulder injury. Although Tobirama making such an expression is almost enough compensation.

"Madara," Tobirama said, his voice booming through the quiet room and you almost flinched in surprise. He wasn't supposed to say anything, but he did and Madara's amused expression turned to irritation. "Don't keep my younger sister kneeling on a cold floor."

Madara tore his eyes from Tobirama to look at you before he straightened up. When you came walking inside earlier, he was expecting to finally see your face. He wasn't able to get a good look at you during the ceremony because you had your head lowered down as well, with your long hair cascading on the side of your face as a curtain. There is a certain curiosity in Madara that was sparked when he found out that Hashirama has a younger sister.