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hinata had her head bowed, embarrassed and sad at what happened. she stood before him with a little more than a black eye and she tried not to show that she was shaken. he was disappointed with her - she could tell. “i-it wasn’t my fault!” she protested, touching the tender area on her skin, flinching a little. “all i did…was try to get the old lady’s cat from the tree and i hit a branch,” she said although that wasn’t all. she had been also robbed of the little money she had saved up, hence her black eye. but she didn’t want to worry madara even more. she was enough of a disappointment as is.

“Child,” Madara’s hand came up underneath her chin and tilted her head up, looking over her face, “Do not lie to me. Such things are easily seen through.”

He was sure that something else happened, he knew that Hinata was more than capable of using chakra to affix herself to the tree, seeing as he taught her himself. “Tell me what happened, and I’ll help you. Whatever it is.”

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“You know, at one point my Okaa-san made Izuna and I put on a play about the founding of the Uchiha Clan for one of the elder’s birthdays.” His voice goes from amused to dry so very quickly.

“It was so very fun.”

She was tempted to send him on a fool’s errand, like picking twigs out of the gutter pipe, but even she was not quite that tempered just yet. “This is my second baby, and we’re living in a much different scenario.” She reminded pertly, continuing to knit. The house sparkled under Madara’s aggressive attention, but she was starting to get bored. “I don’t think we’ll be sending Genji off to march with the men, and Itachi is more likely to come home and fall asleep with me than he is to fight an impromptu battle.”

Peace was good. She thought it was good that she was used to it. Madara however, needed to be chipped away at a little more.

“Why don’t you do something you think the baby would enjoy?” She guessed. “Hashirama brought over the nicest looking bonsai for the room to make it more…tranquil. Maybe you could make something too.”

“... I’m decent at woodcarving..and woodburning.” Madara was decent at a lot of things--, “My mother used to do ink painting and calligraphy. It might be a good thing to occupy my time with.”

His writing was legible, and that was it. There was nothing special about it other than the fact that he used bold strokes and bold lines, for easy reading. “I could make a few trinkets, or baubles.”

Children’s toys, of course.

xxxxxxx || @dobujutsu

     Madara’s wish was for the Akatsuki to become stronger and though he hid behind the Tobi facade, it made him cringe to himself every single slip up, every single mistake he knowingly made. No matter, it was only a small moment before he was able to reveal himself. There was the matter of Itachi and Sasuke to be dealt with before anything else could happen and if he played his cards right, he would have both of them..

Even if Itachi was a double agent. The boy was so.. transparent that it made him roll his eyes sometimes. At least he had his mask to hide his annoyance and exasperation. Not to mention, Obito was moving in the shadows, readying everything he needed to make his grand entrance among the rest of the populace. But first, his new recruit. The Black Wolf. It was easy for him to find her, and he made sure to approach her in a way that wouldn’t create any ruckus with the neighboring villages.

“Have you heard about the Akatsuki? I think it would be a good fit for you.” He used his regular voice, making sure to keep it even and relatively calm as to not arouse any form of hostility.