A loud crack echoed through the early morning woods as Tajima Uchiha’s open palm angrily connected with 19-year-old Madara Uchiha’s cheek. They had been going at his for about an hour now and the man had finally given up on trying to properly discipline his son.

“You are a disgrace to me, Madara.” He snapped, his hand falling back to his side, though the anger hadn’t left his system. “Over and over again, I must teach you patience. How to not be so wreckless. You think because you’re nineteen you get to abandon your training? Imagine what your brother thinks.”

“Chi—“

“Shut your mouth. I’m not finished.” The man cut Madara off before he got the chance to argue back. It was always like this with these two. It annoyed the hell out of the rest of the clan.

Tajima crossed his arms over his chest, his fingers curling into the sleeves of his undershirt, a vein bulging from his forehead as he thought long and hard.

“You’re getting a wife.” Tajima stated, looking like he was at his wits end.

“A what?!”

“A wife. Do not make me repeat myself.”

“ChiChi-ue, are you insane? I don’t want to settle down, and I damn sure don’t want a woman who will be all over me!” Madara argued, clenching his fists.

“Enough. I’ve made up my mind. You disobey me too much. I think I have the perfect family for you to marry into.” Tajima turned away, leaving Madara behind to sulk in the forest, acting as if his life was over.

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About three days had passed and nothing. Madara was knee deep in the river here his home, fishing with his bare hands. He had just caught a hefty looking carp when hid father approached him.

“Madara, get out of the river and put on something nice. Bathe before you do that or you’ll scare away your future.” He stated before walking away. Tajima had actually gone and arranged a marriage.

Madara had argued the entire time, begrudgingly bathing and wearing the formal kimono with the Uchiha crest on the back—his father hadn’t once let up on his decision. And it made Madara’s chest feel tight.

The two of them walked for several hours until sunrise, turning into a camp with an emblem Madara couldn’t recognize. Guards at the gate nodded as they approached, and lead the two to the largest home in the district.

When they made it, Madara and Tajima kneeled on the tatami mat, two intimidating men sat with an empty space in the middle. Then, a woman appeared from the doors and quietly stepped forwards, sinking onto her knees. Right in front of Madara and Tajima.

“Uchiha-san. This is my daughter, {{user}}.”