"Bastard."

A chilling crack sounded as Madara's fist collided with Jiro's cheek.

He found him where he had left him. Laying immobile due to Hashirama's wood jutsu and his eyes removed.

He had the Sharingan. Disgusting.

It had made Madara furious, so he decided when he had the chance he would rip them from his skull.

"I will find out who you really are, and then you will face your punishment," he spat, gesturing to Hansuke to take the bleeding eyes from him. He didn't want to hold the disgusting orbs for a moment longer.

"Why don't you just kill me now," Jiro weakly answered, face contorted with discomfort.

"You don't deserve such a mercy." With those last words Madara turned and left. He made eye contact with Tobirama, who lightly nodded his head and then flickered his attention back to Jiro.

Madara felt as if his head was spinning. He staggered his steps, one thing filling his mind.

Tomomi.

The last hour had been chaos. He had never felt such loss of control over his body before. As he held her fading body in his arms, her breathing slowing, her eyes closing gently. His hands shook uncontrollably as he pleaded with her to stay awake.

"She's not dead," Hashirama had spoken softly to him as he quickly but gently revealed the wound and immediately began to close it using chakra.

The amount of blood that she was losing was the most worrying factor he had told him. That's what had made her pass out so quickly. Madara guessed that was supposed to comfort him.

He remembered how peaceful she looked. Her decorated hair messed up but still a work of art. Her blood almost matched the color of it as it drenched her clothes and skin.

She was alive. That's what mattered.

Hashirama and Tomomi's mother had taken her to the medical centre. Hashirama told Madara he would bring the sealing ninja to safely capture Jiro so he could be fully investigated. And then of course punished.

So all Madara had to focus on now, was being with Tomomi.

The first thing Madara did was crawl in next to Tomomi under the blanket. Her soft breathing made him relax in relief. She didn't seem to be in pain as she curled herself into a ball, hand gripping her pillow.

"Sleep well," Madara murmured, dragging himself closer until he could bury his forehead against her hair and wrap himself in her warmth.

He let his body weaken, feeling exhaustion finally catching up with his eyes. Until they began to close slowly, until he no longer had the will to keep them open. The sound of light rain lulled him to sleep as he drifted into a dream.

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"Tomomi."

Who's there?

"Tomomi!"

Why are you calling my name?

"Tomomi move!"

The sleeping girl gasped as her body lifted from the bed.

What was that?

Her eyes vaguely recognised a bed beneath her, her gaze running across the thin, red blanket. Then she realised she had been crying as she lifted a palm to wipe at her cheek.

A nightmare?

She sighed out a breath, shaking her head in irritation. Then froze when she noticed the sleeping body next to her. Their black hair was messily draped across their pillow and arms tucked under the cover.

Madara?

Tomomi smiled weakly, hand reaching out to caress his head. She felt immense relief that he was safe. It brought back a sudden memory, of a terrible pain and wound.

That's right...my wedding.

She arched her head down, peering at her robes, peeling them away to see the bandaged cut on her stomach. She winced at the remembrance of how the blade felt. If she was here now with Madara, surely that meant Jiro had been defeated? She felt hopeful at the thoughts.

Madara groaned beside her which snapped her attention back. His brows were creased, lips pursed as if he was cursing someone in his sleep. Tomomi chuckled lightly, leaning down to comfortably lay her head along his chest. Then she closed her eyes in satisfaction.

Sooner than later, a soft vibration caused Madara's consciousness to flood in. It felt close, and a faint melody mingled with it confusingly.

Tomomi hummed quietly to herself as she cradled her cheek against Madara's bare chest. It rose gently and slowly, it was peaceful to feel.

Madara recognised her voice before he forced his eyes open, blinking lazily.

"You're awake," he spoke tightly, throat dry. His palm came to pet her hair gently, she hummed amusingly.

"So are you."

Madara groaned in annoyance, rolling over away from her.

"How long have I been here?" Tomomi climbed onto him with a playful tone, grinning as she poked his cheek. He swatted her hand away, side glancing her and glaring.

"3 nights," Madara mumbled, face pressed against his pillow. Tomomi's eyes widened.

"Oh," I've never slept this long in my life!

"Your body had to recover properly," Madara added, closing his eyes once more. Tomomi pouted, rolling off him and laying on her back instead.

"Is everyone ok?" Her tone was more serious now. Madara sighed, turning back to face her. They laid staring into each others eyes silently for a little while.

"They are fine," he answered, hand finding her own, holding onto her fingers gently. She stared down at their palms, gratitude filling her heart.

"I am glad," she whispered, her aching heart beginning to subside. Madara pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her as she burrowed herself into his chest.

"Come with me," he mumbled into her hair, smiling lightly.

The stars were magnificent that night as they sat atop the medical centres roof. Tomomi leaning back into Madara's chest as a blanket protected them from the nippy breeze.

Konoha was truly a beautiful place they both agreed, it was a unique creation. It was their own special place.

"We helped create this," Madara lamented as he fiddled with Tomomi's fingers. She smiled in return, yes they had.

She would forever be proud of it, no matter what happens. No matter what wars may come and go, no matter what people are born and die. She was part of this wonderful creation.

"Nobody can take that away," she whispered, bringing his palm to her lips tenderly.

"Nobody," Madara agreed, his other palm gently gripping her chin as she turned to him, eyes glistening.

"I love you," Tomomi breathed out, lips brushing his own tentatively. He smiled into the kiss, leaning his forehead against her own.

"I will always love you," he replied, content.

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