PART 20

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Madara did not miss the insistent care Ayumi would treat Izuna with. It had been a week or so now, which mainly consisted of the Hyuga princess constantly re-checking his vitals every five minutes, as if she had regarded Izuna as her own blood to protect too. Madara couldn't help but suddenly think of how his own clan mates would try persuading the leader into marriage, as he was coming of age now and his acquaintance brat of a Senju, Hashirama, had been newly wed to that Uzumaki Mito. He couldn't help but ponder about a married life with Ayumi. She was caring and considerate, but the most attractive aspect of her to Madara was that she was strong too.

"You would make a good wife." Madara suddenly blurted, breaking out of his labyrinth of contemplation. His eyes were still set forward, mindlessly drinking his tea. He hadn't even realized the weight of his words.

Ayumi's heart stopped. As if she needed another scare, an involuntary heat rose to her cheeks, dropping the paperwork that she was analyzing so carefully. She couldn't help but cover her face.

It hadn't even affected him! He just continued to sip on his tea unaware of what her reaction was.

"M-Madara!" She yelped. Madara spared her an unimpressed glance. To Madara, he was merely stating a fact.

"I speak the truth, you turn into a writhling mess." Madara crossed his arms, "What am I to do?"

"M-Madara! Baka... It's because I...I..."
It's because I like you! She screamed inside of her head.

  Well, I wouldn't mind it being with you... She twiddled with her fingers.

Madara tilted his chin to her direction at the odd action, now curious as to what she was going to say. Her pale eyes were darting back and forth between his dark ones.
"What?" Madara egged her to continue, continuing to sip his tea, not missing her hesitance.

"Besides, that shyness will do you no good when we actually do wed each other." His voice grew deeper. Madara widened his eyes now, he could not believe he was so brazen with her. He clenched his breath biting down on his tongue, he didn't know why that came out of him.

If she had been red before, she was definitely redder now. And she did not miss the light pink that was dusting the Uchiha clan leader's cheeks.

"Now you're blushing!" Ayumi pointed a finger at him.
"Shut up! Forget I said anything, or else I'll place you into an eternal genjutsu." He looked away to the side, his tone lacking a malice.

"Hahah!" She rolled in her spot humorously. "Now you know you can't do that to me!" She pulled her cheeks, making her grin wider.

"Mataku." Madara muttered underneath his breath, his eyes closed. He took another sip of his tea. He stood up on his two feet now, looking outside of the window and he admired the moon. It was so bright that it illuminated Izuna's face who was inside, still laying down on the futon with a washcloth over his head.

 It was so bright that it illuminated Izuna's face who was inside, still laying down on the futon with a washcloth over his head

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