Prologue.

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"Stop whining."

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"I said stop crying!"

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The boy sobbed even louder.

"You are such a fucking girl!" Izanagi sneered at his weak and pathetic comrade.

Madara sighed. Uchiha Yoshiro, one of his clansmen, was lying coiled up at the corner of the room—sobbing pathetically.

Izanagi, who was standing beside him kept scowling and cursing at him.

"What's wrong with him?"

"There was an ambush. Those bloody Senjus killed his younger brother." Izanagi replied, feeling frustrated.

"Oh." Shrugging, the 15-year-old Uchiha heir rose from his spot to change his attire.

"Shut up Yashiro! before I throw you out of this room," Izanagi shouted again.

The poor boy kept weeping.

"Blame your weakness for his death." Indifferent, Madara pulled his shirt over his head, "How many casualties?" he asked, ignoring the sobbing boy.

"Eight. They were lucky this time. We only captured one of them alive. We had to kill the rest of them."

"They dare attack our estate right under our nose. Some guts they've got," Madara sneered.

"It was to distract us. They were trying to damage our camps at the mountain. This could shift our attention."

"What's the damage at base camp?"

"Two injured. No one died. We detected them quickly."

"Hn, what about the one captured? Any information?"

"A woman. Bitch been giving us a hard time. She bit off her tongue. We are trying to read her mind but to no avail. Wait till we take her to the other camp. Our men will fuck her brains out." Izanagi spat.

Madara paused. It took him just a moment to realize that someone was snooping on their exchange.

"You little-" grinning, he turned around, charging towards the door.

"Yuki!"

A young girl with long dark hair sprinted, laughing, causing him to chase after her.

"Catch me, nii san!"

They ran through the wooden corridor till Madara finally seized her by her waist and locked her tight in between his arms. "Caught you."

She shrieked again.

Together they slowly toppled to the ground, giggling like kids.

Once the laughter ceased, the little girl placed herself on his lap, "Were you talking about a girl?"

"Ah, just forget it."

"Nii?"

"Hm?"

"What did Izanagi nii mean by fuck her brains out?" she wondered.

"You don't need to learn such vulgar words." the boy replied, feeling annoyed at his comrade for letting his 10-year-old sister hear such stuff.

"Oh?"

"Yuki, most boys are fools like him."

Yuki slightly tilted her head, a bit confused, "How about you nii-san?"

He grinned, grabbing few strands of her dark silky hair to play with them.

"I'm smart. You know that.Right?"

"Hmm...Yes! nii san is the smartest."

He pulled her cheeks, upon which she let out a small whine. "I'm leaving for another battle today. So behave yourself, okay?"

"Okay, I'll play with Izuna nii!"

"We are both going for a battle. So you will be on your own. Be careful of your surroundings and try to stay in your room. Okay?"

Her eyes dropped to stare at the ground,"Okay."

Watching a slight pout forming on her face, Madara was tempted to pull her cheek again,

"Will you miss me?" he poked her cheek.

"Yes."

"More than you miss Izuna?"

"mmhm." she mumbled.

Frowning, he pressed her lower lip with his thumb. "You know, I don't want to leave you here. I wish I could keep you close to me."

Her grey eyes twinkled hopefully, "You prefer to take me to your camp?"

"Yes."

"Like you take that woman?" Yuki inquired.

"Yes." he mumbled, unthinking. But soon the implication of his answer registered him, "No! I mean—not for that purpose!" Face flushing, he pinched her cheek.

With wide eyes she gazed at him, wondering, "What purpose?"

"Yuki! Stop." the boy hissed, ears turning red.

"Huh? Did I say something wrong?" she wondered, "Why are you getting angry, nii?"

-Silence-

Watching him sit so still and silent, Yuki felt agitated. She slightly lifted her head to peck him lightly on the lips.

Madara quickly fell back, face flaming red "Yuki...w-why did you do that?"

She giggled, "I saw Hemiko chan use this trick on Maki. She told me that you give one to the people you love a lot!"

His eyes widened, "WHAT? What the hell is that stupid maid teaching you?" He grabbed her face and looked straight into her eyes, "Listen Yuki. You must never do this with anyone ever again! NEVER. Got it?"

Yuki frowned, her gaze dropped once again, feeling sad that this trick that she'd learned doesn't work. This was the first time she'd tried it and she failed so miserably. "Mmn...okay."

She slightly peeked at him, to check his expression. His ears were still red, but he didn't look angry.

"So...not even with you, nii-san?" Yuki questioned, a bit hopeful.

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The boy rubbed his forehead, troubled and conflicted. A moment later, he started blushing.

"Only with me...Okay?"

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