#madara puts all the blame and responsibility and any little other weight on his shoulders so he would not understand itachi urging his

[anubisthe1]

Madara would hate itachi for the reason that he treated sasuke like that alone. He doesn't even need more reasons.

[cafeinthemoon]

Madara meeting his Uzumaki granddaughter during the War - Part IV (FINAL)

So, we’ve reached the final part... I hope you like this one as much as I liked to work on it, and beware of Madara’s Katon 😜

Title: ...

Genre: Fanfiction

Pairing: Madara Uchiha x Uzumaki!reader (family; no romantic)

Rating: teen | up

Word count: 2138

Chapter (s): 4/4

Warnings: canon divergences and some existential crisis, vapor blinding everyone, savage Tobirama waking reader up and Sasuke in the background like what is he even doing in this story lmao

Symbols: ✔ | ➕ | ▶▶

Read the previous parts here: Part I, Part II, Part III

Those were the first words that came from Madara’s mouth directly to you. You saw his smile widening. What was going on?

- Well done – he continued, his tone unchanged – This technique of yours is really impressive.

You held your breath, your hands shaking, unable to maintain the seal’s position. A muffled laugh was heard.

- You must be confused, child. I do not blame you. As you said, I am a man out of his time. So it is not a surprise that you cannot understand what you have in front of you. And this is why you believed such technique would work on me.

You stepped back, but it was the farthest you could go from him. Something in his chakra started to change, to grow, forcing you to gravitate toward him. Slowly, you felt your own chakra vanishing, escaping your control, and the signs of your jutsu – the chains and the golden seal around his head – started to disappear. The stakes’ size diminished, and they turned back to what they were before, simple hair pins. Without your chakra running through them, they fell to the floor.

When everything was gone, Madara stared at you, and you saw that his eyes were changed: instead of the red pattern of the Sharingan, there were lilac waves that you’ve only knew from pictures and which existence you doubt once: the Rinnegan.

- Now that we finished with this child’s play, we can talk properly – Madara said – Let me explain. This dojutsu you are seeing is known as the Rinnegan. It can absorb all ninjutsu, including sealing techniques. As you see, the problem is not with the technique itself. It is just that it wouldn’t work on me. So do not take it personally.

You were still quiet, still not believing it. The work of your entire life, your father’s heirloom, was contained and dismissed as nothing. How?

When you looked at your grandfather again, you noticed a new expression on his face, something between acknowledgment and nostalgia. He uncrossed his arms and started walking toward you. Yet you couldn’t move. You were so frustrated, so ashamed… It was when a sudden anger took over your senses, something that you thought to be from your Uchiha side, and you ran toward Madara. To attack him or to die, it didn’t matter.

In your way, you grabbed two of your pins and used your chakra to turn them into stakes again. With a scream, you jumped in front of him and started striking him with the stakes, combining them with every taijutsu move you were capable of remember. However, none of them could’ve hit him: he wasn’t even defending himself; he was just deflecting them with no difficulty. At some point, he grabbed one of the stakes and broke it as a dead branch; then he held your wrist and made you drop the second stake.

- This chakra of yours, child… – he said, looking into your eyes – Soaked in all this pride and anger… It is not an Uzumaki thing. It is from the Uchiha, though you have no dojutsu. Still, it’s so blatant you couldn’t expect to hide it from me.

- What...? – you mumbled.

Madara smiled with what you’d call softness in any other person.

- So, my son had his own child, and as I can see, he raised her well. Combining a sealing technique with dojutsu’s counteraction… It is so like him.

- But.. how do you…?

- Why the surprise? – he laughed – Of course I would recognize something created by my son. Even more the reminiscence of his chakra on his offspring... my granddaughter.

You weren’t sure of how to feel about this, being acknowledged by Madara as part of his family. But he didn’t give you time to think.

- Yes. I figured it out once I put my eyes on you – he explained.

Still holding you by the wrist, he made you approach.

- As it used to happen with your father, there’s something in you that reminds me of Izuna, my little brother. Maybe it is the way you are looking at me now, or anything else – then the nostalgic trait came back to his face – A child who has Uchiha and Uzumaki blood running in her veins. If only I have found you before… I would not waste my time with Nagato and Obito. I would have left my Rinnegan with you, and you would have prepared everything for my return.

With his free hand, Madara touched your chin and made you look directly into his eyes. You didn’t even consider closing yours; you have no time to react.

- Still, it is not too late. Listen. I am now offering you an opportunity, child. I am creating something that will save the people of this world from all their misery, and you can join me in this. Join your family, and help me to help your friends. Think of what is best for them. A wise person would do so.

You started to drown in his words and his eyes. There, you saw something. You saw everything. His childhood; his father; his brother, Izuna, who was really like your father. You saw Hashirama as a child, and he and Madara playing together. You saw your grandfather’s life, the battles he fought, his passion and his dreams. You also saw his loss, his rage and his fear. You felt his suffering as your own. You mourned and cried with him. There were so much that you didn’t know, that your father didn’t tell you, that Kakashi and the others could never imagine, never understand. And Madara survived all of this, and managed to come back. All of this must have served for something. Maybe this was indeed a chance to save people from suffering the same as him. Maybe he was right, maybe…

A sudden scream cut the air and came to you as if you were coming out of a nightmare. It was the Yondaime’s voice.

- Y/n-san! Do not listen to him!

Then the Nidaime’s voice joined his.

- Y/n-san, do not be a fool!

And finally, the Shodai’s.

- This is not what your father would want, y/n-san!

Somehow, their advice interfered in the jutsu and gave you the strength you needed to look into Madara’s eyes and stand your ground.

- Do not take it personally, grandpa, but I think you should really go back to the other side – you smirked – I’m not joining you, not now, not in a million years. Besides, I don’t like being called a child!

You tried to release your wrist and step back to join the Hokages and think of a new plan, but you soon found out you couldn’t move. You started to choke, and your feet no longer felt the ground under them. With his right hand, Madara was now grabbing your throat.

- If you do not like to be called a child, you should not behave like one – his tone changed to something impossible to describe but as monstrous – I gave you a chance, but you wasted it. Since this is the choice you’ve made, be ready to pay price for it.

Shaking your feet and trying to take his hands off you was useless. You could wait for Minato or Tobirama to use their seals and take you away, but you didn’t have much time. What were you going to do? You needed to think, and quick…

So you didn’t exactly think of it. It just happened. You realized that if you could put all your weight in Madara’s grip, you’d gain a second of distraction from him. So you did it, and when he seemed to wonder what you were trying to do, you pressed your right foot on his chest to get some support; then you wrapped his right arm with your left leg and turned around yourself to release your throat from his hand and hit him with your right ankle. The pain was unbearable and your lungs burned without air, but it worked. Madara released you and defended himself from your strike with his arm.

You fell on the floor and stood there, lying on your back and coughing. The last thing you saw was the hand seal he made to perform a Katon technique. You covered your eyes and felt the air burn as it entered your nostrils; you thought your skin was about to melt. You were about to die…

The sound of a flow invaded the space around you. When you were able to open your eyes, you saw a water wall in front of you, stopping the fire’s spread: Tobirama was beside you, using his Suiton. A second later and your vision was all blurry, for the collision between the two opposite Releases created a dense, yellowish vapor. You tried to stand up, but someone took you in their arms and you were moved.

When you looked around, you saw it was Minato.

- Yondaime…! – you tried to speak, but the hot air entered your throat and you coughed again.

- Please, do not speak now, y/n-san – you heard him saying – Let’s find a place out of this vapor wall.

He used his Hiraishin again and the change in the air was so sudden that you startled. You were now on a higher place; you blinked a few times until the burning sensation disappeared from your eyes, and you could see clearly again: the night seemed darker than you remembered, or it was just the vapor’s effect. The air you were breathing now was freezing.

Minato put you down once you reached that place, but stood by your side, holding your shoulders. You were shaking. You raised your eyes to him, and started crying even before you noticed.

- Yondaime… I failed – it was the only thing you were capable to say.

But it wasn’t deception nor desperation what you saw in his face. His first response to your words was to smile.

- Take some rest, y/n-san – he asked – You did an impressive job, but it might have drained your energy.

Sakura, the girl from Kakashi’s team, approached you and stretched her hands to examine your throat.

- It’s not too serious. I can quickly heal it.

- Thank you, Sakura-san – you replied as she used her medical ninjutsu in you.

Right behind her, Naruto Uzumaki had his eyes wide open to you.

- That final strike you used against Madara was incredible, y/n-san! – he stated – I bet even he was impressed.

Kakashi was there too, and so was Sasuke.

- It seems that Madara had more information that we first imagined – Kakashi deliberated, looking down at the valley from where you just escaped – This can be a problem as big as his power as a shinobi.

For a moment, no one seemed to have a response for this. You looked down, feeling your hope vanishing. Sakura finished her work, and your pain was gone. You noticed that she had a serious look, but even her was finding hard to maintain any positivity. Everyone’s chakra was growing colder, drowning in frustration, and yours was no exception.

It was when you sensed a change in Minato’s chakra, close to you. He held your shoulders more firmly and looked at each of you. You thought that, more than ever, he was looking like the Hokage he must have been in the past.

First, he looked at you and Sakura.

- Giving up right now would be disrespectful to the long way we’ve traveled to get where we are.

Then to his son and Sasuke.

- The Shodai, the Nidaime, the Sandaime, the other Kages and every shinobi that came to fight are doing their best right now. We cannot stay behind.

Finally, he turned to Kakashi.

- I’m sure the Nidaime is forming a new plan at this moment, and the Shodai is using all his strength to stand between Madara and us. They are counting on us.

Minato just said the his last word, and someone teleported to your side. It was Tobirama’s clone. As he soon informed, he came to state the new strategy he created with his brother and to say that they were going to need all the help you could offer. All of you nodded in agreement, and then the clone explained the plan.

You sensed your chakra calming down at his words. The Yondaime was right. Not everything you did was a failure. It was information and the secret of the Rinnegan that put Madara one step ahead. Besides, you knew it was not going to be easy. But the war was far from its end.

And as long as you not gave up on it, there would be hope for you.

[naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki]

I have a little bit of a complicated request? Madara is has a newly pregnant s/o he'd been secretly seeing but they're not an Uchiha. Since s/o is pregnant, Madara wants to inform and introduce Izuna and the s/o since they're both important to him. Can you give Madara's thought process and methods to introduce them /as well/ as Izuna's reaction and thoughts?? I would be forever grateful! 🙏💕💕💕

Hopefully this is fine and satisfies your curiosity? It sounded a little rough to me. I not use to writing Madara and I’m new to Izuna. There’s not much on Izuna except he had that Uchiha pride and was unforgiving. So I kind of picture him like Sasuke but a little bit softer. Like he’s a jerk to people that dont know him but he has a playful side when you do know him. Thank you for the request! 

Madara introducing his s/o to Izuna

Madara had fucked up, which he couldn’t even admit to himself.

If anything, it was more of his partner’s fault than his, he believed. He knew the truth though. It was neither one’s fault. Could you two have used more protection? Yes, but Madara had been too stirred by the heat of the moment to think about grabbing a condom.

He knew you were on birth control. You hadn’t missed a single day and were always right on schedule to take it. He even inspected to make sure you hadn’t skipped purposefully. You hadn’t. It was truly an accident. An accident that he wasn’t going to say he was to blame for.

The newly forming life in your womb was all fate. That’s really all he could blame. Who knew from this one time that the pill wasn’t going to work for you. He surely didn’t, which was why he was still grumbling about it.

Madara wasn’t necessarily mad about having a baby. He always knew that you were going to be the one he would settle down with and marry in the future. He didn’t mind the thought of having children with you. He just didn’t plan to have children right now. It wrinkled his plans.

Although he was peeved and giving you a hard time, he did not feel resentment towards the baby. He was actually very pleased that you were having his child and felt a new wave of responsibility fall over his shoulders.

It was a duty that he was learning to accept as he was going to be keen on making sure that his baby stayed healthy and safe.

However with this unexpected news, came the realization that Madara was going to have to announce his relationship with you publicly. Well, mostly to his family and clan.

His relationship with you was kept under wraps as he wasn’t too sure how the clan elders would feel about him dating someone outside of the clan. Also, he wanted to help protect you by hiding your affiliation to him from his enemies. The Senju clan had been ruthless in the past by killing his brothers, he wasn’t going to have them discover you.

He had to have no weakness, so he kept you hidden. You had understood his decision and did not seek him out in public or mention your relationship with any one. You were a rather private individual as well and you knew the risk of dating an Uchiha in this time of warring states. It was even more dangerous since you were dating the clan leader of the Uchiha no less.

Madara huffed a bit impatiently as you finished getting ready. You were concerned about how pregnant you looked. In all honesty, you were barely showing after only eight weeks of pregnancy. You had only learned that you were pregnant after two skipped periods and the onset of nausea you had been feeling recently. Madara brought a special medic to see you because you were so ill and that was how both of you learned of the life growing inside you.

You were shocked upon learning the news but all the rest of your symptoms began to make sense. You were deeply blissed at the thought of having Madara’s baby, but looking upon his face you knew he wasn’t elated. It took a week for him to roam over his thoughts and let the news sink in.

The discontent of the situation mostly stemmed from the secrecy of his relationship with you. He was going to have to release the news he had been keeping from his family. Which left him in deep thought as he had to devise a new plan. He soon came to the decision of introducing you to his younger brother first and then slowly mentioning you to everyone else.

It was going to be a pain and he knew he was going to receive some backlash for it. That’s why he had to prepare. You meant the world to him and he wasn’t going to let others stop him from being with you.

Although you were happy Madara was going to stay with you and announce your relationship to his family, you were rightfully nervous. This not only put a target on your back to enemies of the Uchiha but you were possibly going to be ridiculed and scrutinized. It took all the confidence in your being to walk proudly beside Madara. You weren’t going to let your nervousness show and you were glad Madara decided to introduce you to his brother first.  

Madara escorted you to the fields behind his home where he said he knew his brother would be. You walked steadily beside Madara, not holding his hand nor showing any sign that you two were a couple. Madara spotted his little brother, Izuna, and approached him.

“Izuna,” Madara called catching the young man’s attention.

Izuna’s eyes fell on Madara, “Brother.” He halted his training, standing upright when he soon noticed you. “Who’s the guest?” Izuna quipped, curiously.

Izuna knew it was unlike his brother to bring a stranger home. Upon inspecting you, Izuna could not see any indication of your purpose here. You were not a shinobi and you didn’t appear to be a medical assistant.

You were rather plain looking and seemed to be a commoner, if anything.

“Y/N.” Madara answered his brother flatly as he gestured at you with his head. “Y/N, this is my younger brother, Izuna,” he introduced.

You smiled at the dark-haired man, bowing faintly. “It’s nice to meet you,” you greeted in a friendly tone. You could feel the weight of the young man’s stare pierce you.

“Yea, why am I meeting them?” Izuna stated bluntly, wanting to get to the point. He was looking back over to Madara with his eyes narrowed.

He knew his brother never did something without a reason.

“Y/N and I are involved and they’ll be expecting my child soon,” Madara commented, straight-faced.

It took a moment for Izuna to register his brother’s words as a look of confusion clouded his face. Your cheeks became flushed, embarrassed how Madara announced your relationship so forwardly as being involved. You waited patiently for Izuna’s reaction as realization hit him and his eyes grew wide. His eyes snapped back to you again.

“They don’t look pregnant,” Izuna blurted out.

You giggled, airily at his response. “Awe, thank you! Madara says the baby bump is obvious. He made me fret,” you mentioned, trying to remain conversational. Both Uchiha brothers didn’t budge as Madara had ignored your remark and Izuna’s stood skeptical.

Izuna’s eyes solely focused in on you as he tried to analyze your soft features. It was hard for him to assess you, knowing your worth must be far greater than what he could see. He knew Madara wouldn’t pick someone so carelessly to get involved with and he was interested to learn what type of person you were.

“What of the elders?” Izuna spoke after a pause, bringing his eyes to Madara.

“What of them?” Madara remarked carelessly, his tone deep. “They wanted heirs, a new succession of the Uchiha. I have provided such.”

“They’re an outsider.”

Your stomach dropped at that, you had been afraid of such. Afraid they would look down on you and reject you because you were not a warrior.

“So? Their opinions are of little concern to me. Besides, why should they care? They’ll be dead in a few years anyway,” Madara commented, his tone sounding aggravated but his posture was completely relaxed.

Izuna began chuckling as you gawked inwardly at Madara. You couldn’t believe he would say such things in front of his own kin about his clan.

Although you weren’t sure how Izuna saw your relationship, you smiled despite yourself. Feeling oddly ignored and out of place in this conversation.

Izuna’s low chuckling soon ended with a playful smirk taking its place upon his face. His coal eyes fell on you again but you saw a gleam to them this time. His whole demeanor had changed as he welcomed you invitingly.  

“I didn’t think I was going to learn that I was going to be an uncle today, but it’s certainly a charming surprise. Welcome to the family,” Izuna greeted you, smiling cheekily.  

Suddenly you felt relieved as a weight you didn’t know was there lifted from your shoulders. You could only hope that meeting the rest of Madara’s family would go smoothly as well.

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The Lack Thereof

@6miray6 asked for 81 “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear” and MadaTobi for the sentence starters. I almost laughed myself off my chair while writing. 

Some hilarity and smut on AO3 or beneath the cut!

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

For at least a full ten seconds absolute silence greeted this announcement. The others in the room stared at the one who had made this statement with a wide variety of reactions ranging from shock to disgust with some barely hidden interest sprinkled in as well.

Tobirama was too surprised to even comment on the arm that had been congenially thrown about his shoulders. He turned his head to look at Madara as best he could, swaying with the weight of the other man’s body pressed up against him.

“Why, for the love of all things holy, would I wish to know whether or not you’re wearing undergarments?” he demanded. It didn’t have nearly the sharp edge it usually did. Madara grinned and that didn’t have its usual edge either.

“In case you wished to relieve me of them,” Madara explained. His tone had that duh quality to it which implied Tobirama should have known that.

“…Ah.” That was all Tobirama could think of to say in response. He tried to think back and count how many drinks the clan head next to him had consumed that evening but it was difficult when his own mind was feeling the effects of the six (or was it seven?) drinks he had consumed himself. The room was fuzzy around them and the soft scent of smoke wafting from the man draped over him only served to scramble his focus even more.

Across from them on the other couch, Izuna was looking at the both of them with the face of someone who had just witnessed the single most traumatizing event of their life. The glass of alcohol in his hand was tilting dangerously to the side and he seemed unaware that he was about to spill his drink all over his feet.

“Brother…a little discretion…for fuck’s sake…” the young man murmured. Mito, the sole sober occupant of the room, reached over from where she was perched on the arm of Hashirama’s chair to pat him on the head.

“There, there, child,” she said to him. “Drink up and maybe you’ll forget this ever happened. Spirits know I wish I could do the same.”

Izuna heeded her advice and took a deep swig as Madara leaned farther up against Tobirama, grinning foolishly. Tobirama sipped his own drink and watched the older man from the corner of his eye, saying nothing about it. The slight coloring of his cheeks said enough.

“Did you want me to?” the pale man spoke up finally. Madara hummed.

“Want you to what?”

“Relieve you of your undergarments, of course.”

This time instead of silence the comment was met with a round of spluttering from those gathered in the room. Hashirama wailed and covered his ears, tucking his head in to Mito’s side. Touka cackled and slid farther down in her seat. Mito patted Izuna again as he started pretending to vomit. Madara looked beyond delighted by the question.

“I would!” he exclaimed. “Like you to, that is. And like you. I like you too, too.” He trailed off for a moment, having confused himself by the way his words stumbled over each other. Tobirama nodded.

“Right then.” He drained his glass and held it out. Mito helpfully plucked it from his fingers and set it down on the coffee table. “It appears I must be going now. Something terribly important just came up.” He stood up, wobbled, and then turned to scowl at the whine that Madara made. “Oh hush, you’re coming too.”

“Oh!” That put the smile back on to the Uchiha’s face. He scrambled to his feet and swayed on them as he attempted to follow Tobirama to the front door. Silence reigned in the living room as the rest of the party listened to the two inebriated men try to find their way through the home. “Are you going to relieve me of my underwear?” They heard Madara ask cheerfully.

“I thought you weren’t wearing any?”

“…you’re good.”

Touka slid down out of her chair and Mito fell over on to Hashirama’s lap, so hard were both of them laughing. Hashirama wailed again and Izuna made a mad dash for the bathroom as Tobirama and Madara disappeared in a quiet puff of smoke.

They reappeared moments later in a dark bedroom, neither one of them sure if it was theirs or the other’s. It failed to matter, however, when a moment later Madara pushed Tobirama up against the closest wall and mashed their lips together in a decidedly violent kiss. The younger man was sure he tasted blood but since the alcohol numbed any pain he ignored it.

Hands roamed freely and buttons popped off as Tobirama’s shirt was torn open. He retaliated by tugging Madara’s shirt over his head and leaning in to bite at his neck. Madara groaned, head tilting back to allow him more access while his fingers traces the dips and grooves in Tobirama’s abdominals. Their hips bucked against each other, rubbing their mutual excitement together through several layers of fabric. Tobirama brought his hand lower with the intent of removing another piece of clothing but got distracted by the flex of Madara’s back muscles. They felt incredible under his palms.

He was only able to pull his hands away when Madara pushed his ruined shirt the rest of the way off and he needed to wrestle his arms back out of it. Once he was free he shoved the other man off him and in the direction of the bed. They tumbled down on top of the covers in a heap of uncoordinated limbs. It took three minutes to sort them all out and it ended with Madara kneeling in between Tobirama’s thigh’s, enthusiastically worshipping one of his nipples.

Tobirama squirmed under the attention, winding his hands through his partner’s thick shaggy locks and tugging sharply.

“Wha-?” Madara looked up at him with a slightly glazed expression.

“Take off your pants,” he demanded bluntly. Madara blinked and he could swear that a hint of a blush showed up across the older man’s cheeks.

“Alright.”

After some shuffling around Madara managed to rid himself of his trousers and as he reached to try and help his partner do the same a pale hand suddenly gripped him, making him freeze and groan loudly.

“You really weren’t wearing any underwear. How delightful,” Tobirama rumbled, stroking the cock he had in his hand. Madara’s head dropped on to his shoulder, hips rocking to the rhythm that he set and leaving it up to him to undo his own pants. He push them down only far enough for his erection to spring free then hooked Madara with his ankles and pulled him in closer.

The closer proximity allowed him to encompass them both with one large hand, a pleasure Madara seemed to have no objections to if the garbled swearing was anything to go by. Which was good because he wasn’t sure he could have stopped if he was asked to. It felt good, the perfect pressure of them pressed against each other, the slight added friction from the way Madara couldn’t seem to keep his hips still. The deep voice murmuring senselessly in his ear, begging him not to stop.

Tobirama closed his eyes and let his head drop back, one hand tangled in Madara’s hair again as the other moved faster between their bodies. He was already close. Slightly embarrassing because they’d just barely gotten started but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t his fault Madara was attractive. He was only lucky the older man seemed to have spontaneously decided to agree with that sentiment. As heat coiled tighter and tighter in his belly he had the distant thought that he could always blame this on the alcohol if there were any last minute objections.

His undoing was the sudden needy whimper from his partner and a quiet, “Tobirama…” in his ear. Upon hearing his name in that voice, hoarse and slightly pleading, he was lost. He gave a strangled cry and his body curled inward slightly as he came, coating his own hand and making a mess of Madara as well. He gave a violent shudder upon realizing that half of the mess was actually Madara coming at the same time. Evidently he wasn’t the only one here who was a little over-enthusiastic.

Tobirama had just enough time to move his hand before Madara collapsed forward on to him, draping a warm body over his chest the way he had earlier draped an arm over his shoulder. He didn’t particularly mind. He’d had his fair share of quiet fantasies about just this sort of moment so he simply lay still and enjoyed it.

As they lay in the darkness atop the bed – owner still unidentified – his mind slowly started to work again. He blow a few strands of long hair away from his face so he could speak.

“Is there a reason you weren’t wearing any undergarments?”

Madara made an adorable snuffling noise which told him that his companion had been on the verge of falling asleep. He chuckled quietly as the man shifted and nuzzled back in to his shoulder before answering.

“I knew you’d be there,” Madara said, words slurred by drink and fatigue. “Knew Hashirama would make me drink. Never hurts to plan ahead.”

His voice trailed off, quieter and quieter with every word, until finally his breathing evened out and it was obvious that he had truly fallen asleep this time. Tobirama raised both eyebrows as he chewed over that little revelation. Eventually he decided his reaction would have to wait until the morning when they were both sober. He hoped Madara would remember all this. Otherwise tomorrow was likely to have a loud start.