Hello Everyone! So, small little warning here, but there will be Hinata bashing in this fic both minimal and extreme. I personally don't hate her..

But! This is a story for a friend of mine so as needs must *shrug*. And as all of you must know by now I'm a huge Sadist when it comes to my writing so that's your only warning Hinata lovers.

Madara could state in plain candour, without hesitation or remorse, he strongly detested the Hyuga clan. A grudge he had maintained for many a year, based entirely on experience gained from his time in the Warring States. They had been enemies for generations upon generations as their bloodlines put pressure unto each family, but furthering that, Madara held a strong distaste for Hyuuga traditions, each becoming less favoured unto his eyes then the last. However, he knew well enough that they had become a valued family of Konoha, with the same amounted honour unto the village as his own had held. Therein he managed to hold his tongue at the vile remark he urged to make, especially as his bonded seemed to know the girl and happily threw his arms around her in joyous express.

Madara felt his eyes narrow, a suspicion creeping slowly upon him as a clue clicked into place from his memory. Still, he said nothing unto it, nothing solid came from the assumption, and despite his own uncaring nature to weakness, he had no desire to upset his bonded, for it would surely make their lives more irritating; living in the same home as it were. Instead, his arms crossed over his chest and his glare remained firmly affixed to the kunochi before him. He got a weak glare in turn, as Naruto turned to him with disappointed eyes, however, Madara could easily understand that the boy was not one experienced with simple intimidation as his irises held no malice within and the Uchiha felt nothing of fright even minimal emerge within him while looking into the sapphire eyes. Though, Madara could easily feel a disappointment inside himself, as if he had done a task wrongly without perfection, it itched under his skin.

"You could at least apologize to Hinata-chan for hurting her shoulder dattebayo!" The same irritating feeling conjulated in his abdomen as the obvious disappointment in Naruto's tone, it served only to provoke his own annoyance. He scowled at the unspoken demand the boy made upon him.

His voice came to him in that same annoyance,"I apologize for injuring you Hyuuga." In spite, he left the honourific, uncaring for the minor injury he had afflicted and even moreso; ireful that the Uzumaki beside him had forced his hand to speak with a simple gaze. In return, Naruto rolled his eyes dramatically, before turning to the purple haired girl he called Hinata.

"Don't mind him Hinata-chan! Is your shoulder okay?" She hesitantly nodded, a vague impression of a smile filtering across her face. It took far longer then it should have with his own experience as aid, but he had presumed the girl to be an 'O' simply in the stereotypical impression of her demeanour, however, by observation, he could notice easily that she was indeed a Beta. A slight scoff left him then, yet still, he questioned silently in watching her shyly interact with his bonded; why had she been following Naruto?

"Oh! Hinata-chan! I didn't even introduce you! I know, he's a bit of a bastard for throwing that senbon into your shoulder… But! He's a good guy!" Madara found himself looking down upon the young girl Naruto practically dragged his way, unhappily as his own bias came forth from years of family rivalry. She, obviously, did not recognize him, but her eyes were so soft the Uchiha could not imagine she had killed or even injured anyone before -a peculiar look for the war-hardened Hyuuga, indeed, she took one look at his face and her head snapped downwards, her fingers twining together in nerves. "Madara, this is Hyuuga Hinata, she's the Hyuga heiress! And a good friend I've known her forever! Hinata-chan, this is Madara, he's my husband actually!"

The grin which encompassed his wife's face, was one which the small heiress clearly did not share the joy of, for though downturned, Madara could watch easily as her eyes widened into something further then shock -terror as he had seen before depicted visually within her lavender irises. Her head slowly rose, looking at him now, and Madara near felt sympathetic as the girl's mouth opened and closed fear easily seen as her eyes filled with tears for a reason the former Patriarch could not fathom. Then, with obvious shinobi trained speed, she turnt upon her heel and ran, jumping unto the rooftops well before Naruto could call her name.

Madara watched her with a minor, unexplained, satisfaction in his core. However, in looking to Naruto and seeing a very obvious worry presented there, he sighed. Finding within himself, a wrong therein which he hadn't the want to explain. He looked away, sighing at the conflict within, he hated that which he could not solve. Warmth then encompassed his hand, and in glancing downward he saw the bright grinning face of Naruto beside him, again he looked to their conjoined hands. One so small, with a tan to contrast his own highly pale tone, so small in fact, Madara noticed rather concerned, to a point, that his own could entirely cover it.

They began walking again, this time with conjoined hands. They turned into a main street with Naruto talking in his continuous fashion; Madara listened distractedly to a tale from his wife's academy days, while he evaluated what changes had come to Konoha in his absence. However, within a short time span the voice beside him spoke slightly slower and a quiet, more cautious tone had begun to infiltrate the blonde's normal loud one in complete contrast. In an automatic battle-ready response, Madara assumed a threat, but in casting out his chakra he could sense nothing. Yet he knew something was wrong, for his bonded had inched closer to himself and though Naruto smiled he was blinking rapidly and his sky eyes were casting back and forth among the road. The tan hand holding his gripped tighter.

He noticed it easily, the many eyes glimpsing upon them, some watching unabashed with disdain on their expressions and rocks in their hands. A growl rose in his throat barely audible and pitched at such a low octave that it rumbled within the air as a distinctive threat which none could hear.

Something had come into his chest, a warm sensation bubbly and familiar, somewhat overwhelming in its intensity. Naruto didn't know it well, but it was near addicting in feeling and the grin carving onto his spoke of it well enough. For him, it was as if the streets had begun to appear greater then they had, and the sky darkening with the sunset glow was making everything tranquil. He looked to the hand he had entwined with Madara's, larger then his own and covered in upstanding, pale, scars; unto his eyes though, it was a hand holding his own in genuine want to be there. Naruto felt his smile widening as his mouth ran with a story he knew was comical, but even he wasn't paying attention to his own voice, the bubbly sensation had seemingly taken hold. Warm, and so similar to when Iruka-sensei had saved him from Mizuki. He really liked the feeling.

He could tell without anyone pointing out as obvious fact, Madara was an elusive man. Hidden and closed off to people, hardened, and likely experienced with death, blood, and war. His caution could advocate that, his swift action regarding Hinata also. Stoicism imprinted upon the man and his face was carved into one of impassive disinterest, he spoke with a candid occasionally crass nature, not a care given if doing so gave insult. Yet, Naruto knew from his short time with the man that he was considerate at least to a point, perhaps slightly empathetic -Naruto couldn't be sure.- Oddly enough, what Naruto could feel most from the man was a peaceful aura: the blonde knew that Madara must've experienced death -and possibly war- that he was professionally trained in ninjutsu, strategy and taijutsu likely meant he was of a Jouin status. Yet, Naruto had the distinct impression that Madara was peaceful at his core. It was a sudden decision, but Naruto decided rather avidly, that yes, he could come to love the man beside him; and he hoped that eventually, Madara might come to love him too.

His eyes found the face of his newfound husband, curiosity filling his mind, wondering just why a Prime Alpha had chosen to sleep with him, because from what he knew, he was unattractive -especially for an O.- Madara though, he was handsome, tall, muscular. If he looked in the mirror, Naruto knew what he'd find. He'd seen what Omegas were supposed to look like, he didn't fit into that category; for when he was a kid and had seen them, he had wanted their beauty, mostly because he understood that maybe the village would have liked him then. But, he had also wanted to be a shinobi and the Hokage had told him in caution that he couldn't have both. So he'd kept his hair short, he concealed his child-bearing figure, he hid the mark of an eight pronged black star and the white full moon it was inside under his forehead protector. Yet, Madara, his husband, his bonded, Naruto knew would be a man desired by many for Prime Alphas were near as rare as he was. So, Naruto found himself asking, scratching at his neck slightly, why him?

Upon that thought, he looked around him, glanced about where they were on the street. But his attention was caught easily and quickly onto many recognizable glares, disdain facing him with scowls harshly printed unto faces he didn't know. Familiar expressions he couldn't simply ignore. It was in his history, and Naruto knew it well; that the village would think ill of anyone he was close to.

It had been worse when he was young, priour to having left for training with Jiraiya, he'd had much experience with men and women -children too- speaking about him or anyone he was around in rumours and gossip, awful tales that had no credit in reality. And in the time before he had known of the Kyuubi inside he had thought it was just because he was an orphan and had to raise himself by himself. However, after knowing, he had found a sad understanding of his own life and had become determined to change it -even if it were a slow task.

As of late, they had been ignoring his presence, the occasional store refused him merch, and a glare would reach him only if he did something really unseemly. Naruto could easily say it was the nicest his life had ever been within Konoha.

However, what he didn't expect was their immediate detest for Madara. He had thought that with their recent silence around him, that they wouldn't have such a drastic reaction to someone who interacted with him. Alas, as he spoke, he noticed that which he knew all too well, quiet, more than silence about them, they were watching. Just as they had monitored him in the past, as a child, waiting. They did not want anyone to be near him, just in case they became friends with him, Naruto knew that he had heard it from the whispers that travelled around the village, and if they couldn't pull away his companion from him then whomever stood beside him would become a monument of detest within the village -hated and viciously gossiped about just as Naruto was.

Knowing this, with a fear settling and overlapping the bubbling sensation in his gut, he let go of Madara's hand. But his blue eyes turned sharply to look once he realized that his bonded was the one holding tight. His breath stilled within him at the understanding, they had both stopped in the middle of the street, neither moving and Madara was growling just loud enough for Naruto to hear it. Otherwise, the tall man appeared to simply be standing still in the middle of main street, holding the hand of the demon of the village, glaring at everyone he could cast his eyes on. In spite of his previous attempt to remove his hand, in the sudden warmth overpowering the fear in his throat, his hand gripped tighter, but Naruto put that down as being because of the tingling feeling in his arms and legs, stomach and face, his mark too. It was a sudden decision, but in looking up upon the glaring visage of his new husband with widened sapphire eyes filled with amazement; Naruto decided rather avidly, that he could easily come to love the man beside him... and he actually found himself hoping that eventually Madara might feel the same.