#werecrow madara au

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

The God and the Beast

Shinobi training had a big focus on discipline.

Discipline your body to push itself,discipline yourself to wake up and get ready even if you’ve only gotten two hours of sleep since the last mission and discipline your chakra to use it properly in jutsus.

Some special shinobi also had to learn to discipline their animal natures,either to repress it or use it in their missions and training.

Madara Uchiha was disciplined very strictly,at first it was simply because he was the son of the clan head but then it was because he had an animal side to tuck away until needed and then it was because he was quickly becoming one of the most powerful Uchiha in clan memory.

Of course he heard the stories of Uchiha like him that would lose their grip on humanity when they lost too much and would fly away and go crazy,only to be dragged back for fear of them being captured or killed in their vulnerable state.

Tajima had made sure he would never go like that.He remembered how even when his last brother died he had wanted to scream out of his skin and set the world on fire but his father told him he was an Uchiha and he would never survive war if he lost control in a fight or when in enemy territory.

That day when he had been forced to vow to fight his first friend he had kept it hidden until he stumbled into his room.

When he saw Izuna,his only precious little brother,collapse after being struck by Tobirama Senju all that discipline left his suddenly blank mind.

He had to get to him he had to get to him he had to get to him

A cry left his throat and only he knew that the hellish screech was meant to be “Izuna!” but even so it didn’t matter,nothing mattered,only Izuna who was right next to that damned Senju.

Madara Uchiha didn’t care that his clothes and armour would hurt his feathers, he didn’t care that he was technically still fighting the head of the Senju clan and he certainly didn’t care that this would be another image in many warriors’ nightmares to come.

Feathers like needles of midnight pierced through his skin and grew and grew until wings replaced his arms and talons pierced his footwear and merged with his hair.

His eyes glowed amber,some swore on their life it was red,and there were fangs where his teeth would be and feathers like black clan markings framed his face and the expression of pure rage that shaped it.

The man that many called a demon flew to his fallen brothers’ side with chakra-enhanced speed and people nearly stumbled to get out of his way because they knew if they were in it there would be no mercy.

Even Tobirama could be seen to shocked in the few milliseconds before he used hiraishin to move away.

Maybe even Izuna was shocked and a bit scared to be the focus of this creature,no this beast,that was his brother but also not.It wasn’t like he could move away so he just braced himself.

Madara had no plan and that became apparent when he just hovered over his brother and could only warn everyone else not to touch him,he certainly couldn’t use his feathers to tend to the wound.That thought didn’t cross his conscious mind and he only thought of keeping everyone else away.

It was a testament to his courage that Hashirama could bring himself to face his former friend and old opponent.

“Madara,let me heal your brother,he will certainly die if nothing is done.”

The feathered beast cawed at that but didn’t move to attack him,though he did puff up slightly when the man braved a few steps forward.

“Brother,you cannot accept his help and I will not allow him to touch me-”

No-one expected the harmless but firm whack that Madara gave him with his wing,almost like a mother telling their child to mind their manners.Izuna certainly didn’t expect it if his expression was anything to go by - some describe it as a spoiled child being told “No” for the first time.

In this form Madara was less concerned of his brother’s stubbornness and more about his well-being,which meant that he wasn’t afraid to scold him if he said something stupid,as opposed to the norm.

He was staring intently at the man with skin not unlike the fur of his chosen animal and smelled like he slept in a tree every night.

It was definitely unsettling how he tilted his head and let out near-silent coos of curiosity.

Hashirama was definitely weirded out that his former friend’s face looked at him with no anger or worn determination to fight him even if it never went anywhere just because he didn’t know what else they could do.

As if sensing that some of his clan would risk this opportunity to strike at the enemy he gestured for them to stand back,despite Tobirama’s obvious displeasure.

The man who some called a god risked moving closer to the beast by a few more steps.

An alert movement of the head but no clear aggression yet.

He walked slowly closer to the protective creature,ready to move back if he started getting antsy.

Hashirama kept up a string of commentary,telling him he was safe for now and that he would never be able to harm Izuna.

Said person tried protesting but was either ignored or shushed with feathers to his face and clearly felt very undignified in his current position and glared at the man with obvious resentment.

Finally Madara moved aside to allow Hashirama full access to his brother and stared at him with an odd amount of intrigue,as if he was familiar with the man but had none of the complicated feelings he should have - many people claimed that their animal halves were separate entities and were less complicated in their emotions,like not hiding their dislike of a person and normally reserved people clinging to people they liked.

Anyway it was an awkward session for Hashirama with the birdman staring at him intently without blinking and the patient trying to resist but he managed to get him out of danger of dying.

Then another unexpected thing happened:Madara cooed at him and tried nuzzling him.

Izuna had an expression of pure horror and he would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so shocked himself.He gently tried pushing him away because when Madara went back to normal he would kill him if he enabled this behavior and he didn’t want to go to an early grave.

It turned into a small struggle and his feathers were so sleek and he didn’t want to risk upsetting him by grabbing and unavoidably pulling them.

Fortunately some of the Uchiha decided that this scandal couldn’t go further and approached,Hashirama gladly moving away,a bit faster than strictly necessary.

Everyone decided to not talk about this,at least until behind closed doors.

Izuna however did not feel like sparing his brother and gave him all the details to his mortification and eternal shame.

When the peace talks eventually came neither brought up the incident and never would.

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

A Pining Ball of Feathers and Sadness

Izuna felt conflicting emotions as he eyed the divider that hid his brother’s side of the room from him.

He told himself that the Senju boy had been tricking his brother and today had been proof of it,at least that’s what he had processed.But he remembered the expression of horror when he realized that he had followed him and told their father and just as clearly his declaration mere hours before.

Naturally people had noticed when the Uchiha heir started slipping out weeks ago and then started improving skills and coming back dirtied with the occasional various bits of plant life in his hair the common consensus was that he was training by himself.

Their father had been a bit suspicious but since Madara always stayed when ordered and still performed his duties he had decided to allow him some alone time,maybe being generous after the deaths of their brothers.

But Izuna had been jealous.His brother spent less time with him and with as little as they had it made a big difference to him,the fact that he actively seemed to enjoy his escapades didn’t help.

Originally he had just planned to follow his brother and demand that he join the sessions and hadn’t expected a second boy to show up.

If he had been jealous before it was nothing compared to when he watched his only living brother playing and even laughing with this stranger.Maybe he was even envious that he could talk with the boy about his dreams for a peaceful future when he couldn’t even do it with his own brother.

At first he just watched and seethed in jealousy but then he thought that maybe this boy was tricking his brother into getting information or stealing clan techniques and decided to tell their father.

When Tajima told him the boy was the son of the patriarch of their rival clan it all but confirmed that he had been right to tell his father.

A not-so-small part of him had waited for his brother to thank him or at least acknowledge that he had done the right thing,instead there had been hovering and an obvious challenge to keep his emotions under control - the black feathers and orange eyes had shifted with his breathing,pulling in when inhaling and sliding back out when exhaling.

With a forced politeness he excused himself to his room and their father had let it go with only a scowl that promised that this was the last bit of leniency he would have for a while.

Madara hadn’t appeared for supper and with the head of the Uchiha sealing himself in his study he was forced to sit there alone.

It was common for their father not to join for meal and usually the two boys would entertain each other and enjoy the rare chance to spend time with one another when one or both of them weren’t on a mission.

Afterwards he’d crept into his room with more silence than he should have,it was his own bedroom after all.

He remembered sharing his room with their most recently deceased brother and how he’d snore despite their father’s repeated attempts to get him out of that possibly fatal habit.

Now it was quiet and empty despite the presence on the other side of the shoji.

Feeling decidedly not guilty Izuna finally gathered the nerve to sneak over and the slide the opening just a crack.

The only light was from the lamps he had lit in his own room that shone through the paper walls which gave the room an oddly cozy and intimate feeling.

It was a stark contrast to the black monstrosity currently lying on his brother’s futon.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t known that certain people in his clan could turn into bird monsters,it was just that he had never seen them give in completely,so he could be excused for choking when he saw an enormous bird head instead of his brother’s.

He still wore his yukata but other than that there was no real way to tell that this giant bird was Madara Uchiha.

The feathered adolescent had arranged his bedstuff into a sort of makeshift nest and seemed to be...sighing?It sounded more like half-hearted cawing than anything human.

Nevertheless they quickly became aware of another presence in their space and stood up and spread their wings to appear more intimidating.

It was extremely unsettling to watch his brother turn his head from side to side to better study the intruder and the wicked-looking beak wasn’t exactly reassuring.

Seemingly recognizing his little brother he folded his wings back in and decided to move closer.

Too stunned and fearful of the sudden unpredictability of what was now his brother he allowed himself to be tugged to the rather sad nest and after some prompting sat down.

Izuna felt indignant when the bird-brain started grooming his hair with his beak and wrapping his wings around him like some kind of chick but after some annoyed cawing he accepted that there would be no quiet escape from this situation - he at least would never let his brother live this down.

If he fell asleep to his brother’s cooing and woke up with feathers in his hair being crushed by a decidedly human Madara it was his business and no-one else’s.

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

Unexpected Surprise

“Psst!”

Izuna covered his head with a pillow.He was not in the mood for one of Madara’s midnight revelations - their father had made him do extra training in one of his moods.

“Izuna,wake up!” his anija whispered.When his brother’s only response was to burrow further into his futon in defiance he pulled off his blankets in a fit of frustration.

Anyone else would have been surprised that the boy suddenly jumped away into a defensive stance with the kunai he kept under his pillow in hand,but Madara had also suffered from his father’s drills.The extra chores and training he’d have to do if he didn’t react fast enough had been plenty of motivation to learn fast.

There were a few moments of silence before Izuna remembered it was just his brother and loosened his stance,his expression changing from one of concentration to grumpiness.It had an odd effect with his chubby cheeks.

“What is it?” he asked in a long-suffering tone,though it was soft in an effort not to wake their father,or more likely call him down from his study.

“Something...happened.” Madara said in way of explanation.That was weird,it was almost like he was embarrassed-

“Did you wet the bed?” he demanded in disbelief and pulled away from him.His brother instantly lost the previous bashfulness only to puff up in indignation, which was quite literal as his hair now resembled a cat’s,or a bird in this case.

“No!It’s - just come look!” he finally managed to force out,his brother’s accusation clearly having flustered him.

Izuna had a judging expression but was no longer reeling in abject disgust so Madara took that as agreement.He carefully led his brother to his own futon on the other side of the shoji dividing the room.

At first it looked completely normal if a bit disorderly but right in the middle there were some ovoid shapes that were quite unmistakable.

“Why are there eggs in my bed?”

Izuna blinked in surprise but then scowled.

“You woke me up for some dumb joke?” he asked in a withering tone,clearly hoping that his brother was not that desperate to die that he would wake him up,especially since he was still holding the kunai.

His anija squinted slightly in frustration.

“It’s not a joke.I woke up and these were in my bed.” he huffed.Now it was his brother’s turn to squint at him.

“Are you saying that you laid eggs in your sleep?” he asked,barely awake and three years younger but still sensible enough to question his brother’s sanity.

“Maybe,I don’t know.I can turn into a bird and breathe fire,so why would laying eggs be the weirdest thing?” Madara hedged in his defense.The boy was scared that he,as a boy,might have laid eggs and was maybe panicking a little too much to think logically.

It might have been the visible anxiety in his brother or the too few hours of sleep but Izuna also started to have his doubts.

He didn’t grow feathers like a good number of the Uchiha so it wasn’t like he could definitely say that it wasn’t possible.For some reason it had never crossed his mind to ask if any of them have ever laid eggs,probably because of his father’s insistence on manners.

He kept these thoughts to himself however and only crouched next to the futon to get a better look at the eggs his brother may or may not have laid himself.

It was dark so he decided to risk a little breathe of fire.In the few moments of light the eggs revealed to be speckled and maybe the right colour to be crow eggs.

While Izuna was occupied Madara was wondering if they should be keeping the eggs warm or if they were actually going to hatch,they couldn’t possibly be fertile since he never did - he childishly flinched - the thing.

However,when he thought back,it was a few months ago that he met Hashirama.Obviously they hadn’t done anything like that,but maybe the other boy’s chakra had done something and that’s how the egg thing actually worked?

They were so caught up in their thoughts that they didn’t notice the door silently slide open.

“I’m honestly disappointed in the both of you.”

The sibling immediately fell back a safe distance in reaction to the sudden voice.Maybe mid-air they realized it was just their father,but that didn’t mean they could let their guard down.

Tajima shifted his gaze to the shapes on the futon and inhaled.

Madara’s stomach dropped.

“I swear I didn’t know that this could happen!If I’d known about this I wouldn’t- “ the Uchiha heir pleaded in hopes of calming his father’s coming rage only to stop when he noticed his shoulders were shaking in humour,not rage.

“To clarify,I’m disappointed that you didn’t wake up as I snuck them in and I’m disappointed that Izuna couldn’t see that they were painted chicken eggs.” their father elaborated.His eyes conveyed the amusement he got from his children’s obvious distress - it was a rare moment of mirth,even if it came at the boys’ expense.

And that was the night that laid the foundation of Madara’s secret fear of unplanned pregnancies.

~~~

The breakfast table was a mix of expressions.

Izuna looked like he was willing to end the entire Senju clan if it meant regaining his lost sleep.Madara looked suitably ashamed and traumatized. Tajima looked like he was enjoying himself far too much.

The head of the Uchiha inclined his chin slightly which the boys knew as the gesture to pay attention.

“I took the trouble of ordering a special breakfast today.” he declared,face seemingly back to it’s usual stoniness.

The chef entered and once they spied what the main dish was they turned to gape at their father in obvious horror and disbelief,respectively.

“Tamagoyaki.”

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

Adventures in Defying Gravity

It was not uncommon for the various clans to use their animal-afflicted individuals to their advantage.

The Yamanaka may have pride in their mental abilities but if the opportunity comes to use some brute force they won’t say no.The Aburame have an infamy for terrifying any intruders or enemies they come across and giving them a lifelong fear of anything that crawls.

With the Inuzuka you can’t tell where the jutsu ends and the animal begins,and vice versa.The Akimichi are surprisingly graceful and have some special dances that utilize their butterfly wings.

The Uchiha have been known to carry their comrades to safety or carry them for an aerial attack and wouldn’t be the last to admit dropping things or swooping down on their opponents.

But for some reason,that didn’t put Madara at ease.

The drop from the launching platform was considerable even if the person were a shinobi.There weren’t any mats put down like when he had been learning to fly only about a year or two ago - the feeling of desperately trying to keep the wings flapping strong only to lose balance and fall was not a memory he liked to dwell on.

Izuna,like their father,had not been born with the ability to grow feathers as Madara and one of their deceased brothers had.When it came to things like molting and lice he was clearly relieved but naturally felt jealous of being unable to fly.

Which is why they were in this situation now.

At first Madara had thought it was an exciting plan to carry his little brother for a short flight,a chance for some quality if not unconventional sibling bonding.

The doubts and fears had quickly started as they walked to the tower.The main one was that he was still building up flight muscles and wouldn’t be able to carry another person even if they were as small as Izuna.A close second was that he would lose his grip and cause his brother to plummet to the ground.

Actually,scratch that,now that was the most glaring fear.

“Anija,how long are you going to just stand there?”

Madara was brought back to the present and realize he had been staring off into space while he was imagining his brother crumpled on the ground like an abandoned origami project.

There were two choices before him:he could stop while he was ahead and tell Izuna that he would have to wait longer and suffer his grumpiness for a good long while,or he could dive in headfirst and hope for the love of Amaterasu that this wouldn’t go horribly wrong.

He started sprouting feathers.

When he had first started shifting it had itched something awful every time the feathers came in and would have to rub in some balm regularly to soothe the irritated skin.These days it just felt like something rough running down his body,like liquid sandpaper or something.

A beginner’s mistake that he had eventually grown out of was not uncovering the feet and legs and feeling very cramp and uncomfortable down there.

His toes fused together and stretched out as the nails curved into talons and the scaly skin spread upward and switch to black feathers about two-thirds of the way.Izuna tried not to flinch as the bones rearranged before his eyes.

Madara wasn’t really bothered about sleeves since they usually could just be rolled up but the sudden weight his shoulders and back had to carry was still uncomfortable.

Some feathers could be seen on his neck and the edges of his face and he could feel the clothes rubbing against the ones on his torso - he didn’t often bother to see what his body looked like without any clothes hiding it and he doubted that would change anytime soon.

Almost unconsciously he stretched his newly-taloned feet and did some grabbing motions while he rolled his shoulders and tried settling his wings properly.

Meanwhile Izuna was watching with bemused fascination.He didn’t often see his brother during the transformation process and hadn’t expected the surprisingly smooth transition,almost disappointed that there hadn’t been more bones cracking or visible pain.

Their eyes met,black against orange.

As a few moments passed they realized they hadn’t worked out how Madara was supposed to pick him up.

After some deliberation it was decided that Madara would take to the air first and circle back to snatch up a waiting Izuna,who would have to wait on the tower.

The boy moved back to the edge of the safety railing to give his anija space and waited.

It was slow work at first as Madara struggled to flap his wings into gaining momentum - it wasn’t easy lifting things bigger than your body,let alone two that were supposed to carry your weight.

Eventually he did the running start off the tiny runway and thanked the gods that he didn’t hesitate about jumping off like he used to.

He still lost some height as he struggled to keep his balance in addition to trying to rise up.Even though he had an impressive wingspan for his age he couldn’t glide or dive properly and his need to constantly flap was an obvious indicator of his inexperience.At least he wasn’t flapping like a deranged chicken anymore.

Izuna had seen enough birds flying to know that his brother was not as adept as he had first thought but told himself he couldn’t back out since it had been his idea in the first place.

He watched as his anija’s figure stayed on the open course that had been left for the flyers to have space on order to avoid hitting any of the buildings,which he could now appreciate wasn’t as much as he had first thought.

It took him a good ten minutes to settle into a good groove before he crowed for Izuna to get into place.Of course his brother couldn’t hear him but got the message anyway.

With much more trepidation than he originally had he moved to the centre of the platform and held out his arms,feeling very much like a mouse about to be snatched up.At least the earlier show had dampened any “deadly hunter from above” effect his anija would have had.

He may or may not have closed his eyes,not that it helped with the great hearing shinobi cultivated.

If he screamed it was lost to the wind,though with how tightly he was clenching his jaw he doubted there had been any sound that could have escaped.

The thing he had least expected to be a problem was his hair and yet it was impossible to ignore how the wind pulled at it.No wonder Madara’s looked like an animal had wrestled their way out of it constantly.

Speaking of Madara,he had never realized to take into consideration that Izuna couldn’t grow an extra eyelid to protect his very vulnerable eyeballs like he could.It was interesting the things you took for granted when you could turn into a giant crow.

Izuna also made this discovery when he tried opening his eyes and only got tears as a reward.

You may be thinking that since shinobi could run extremely fast they would be able to handle the winds in flight,yes?Well basically like how when they walk on water the chakra creates a minuscule bit of space between the water and feet, while using their chakra to move at high speeds their body naturally creates a sort of tiny chakra shield for their eyes like invisible goggles.It’s something shinobi gain quickly and don’t think about much afterwards.

Also,it was cold.

His legs were completely bare and had no feathers or scaly skin to protect it and he was uncomfortably aware of how the wind was lifting up his clothes and exposed his midsection to the elements.

Madara was too focused on keeping them up to notice his brother’s discomfort or that this whole thing was pointless since he couldn’t see what was going on anyway.

The adventure lasted maybe twenty minutes in mutual discomfort but both were too proud to give in early,or they were so distracted that they didn’t realize that they could stop.Either was viable.

Izuna had barely any warning before he felt his feet touching ground and Madara let him go.

If he hadn’t been thrown around before in training or battles he probably wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from stumbling to ground.He still wheeled his arms like a child’s first time on a balancing beam anyway.

His anija was very relieved to transform and land on the ground again,his arms still wanting to flap and his feet unusually stiff from having a death grip on his fragile cargo.

His hair was a mess but he had learned to live with it and just live with it until he had to brush it again.Izuna,however,had not and was resembling a windswept tangle of especially bushy bushes.

They were both tired,Izuna was still shaking from the cold and Madara was just relieved he hadn’t dropped his little brother and ended up an only child.

The kitchen was raided and extra blankets were added to futons.They would definitely not do this again in a hurry.

Until their father decided a weak later that it was time they started training for aerial attacks and had to continuously do it again for weeks.

At least Izuna learned to wear goggles and tie his hair down.

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

Moulting Season

When Ayame married into the Uchiha clan she had expected to deal with a difficult husband that would want her to act like someone she was not and pressure her to do things she didn’t want or wasn’t ready for.

She had expected cold,aloof attitudes like the people she saw in the meetings or vicious killers like what their opponents and enemies alike would describe after a battle.

She had not expected to wake up in the mornings covered in black feathers.

She knew Madara and her had to share a bed for convenience,but if this continued she might just have to get her own futon - the thought of being able to stretch out and sleep without being woken up by wings in the night was very tempting.

Meanwhile Madara was not happy,no Uchiha like him were happy this time of the year.Along with not being able to tuck their wings away they left feathers everywhere,were constantly tired and hungry and it got really itchy.

While he would never admit it,his vanity was taking a blow to his new wife seeing him like this.

They got along amicably enough but with how ill-tempered this time of year made him he was almost certain that their relationship would take a few steps back.Why Izuna had escaped this and not him was all the proof he needed that if there were gods,they were not kind or forgiving.

Speaking of Izuna,Ayame decided that enough was enough and it was time to ask for some unconventional marriage advice.

She left her husband to groan and wriggle on the bed and seeked out her brother-in-law.As expected he could be found training along with the Uchiha that were not inflicted with this ‘condition’ as others delicately called it - curse or blessing from the gods were highly subjective.

Anyway she pulled him aside and started her inquiries.

~~~

Ever since the bloodline ability had manifested during the beginning of puberty Madara had to deal with this punishment for weeks each year,he had not even had the fortune of missing training as his father had insisted that working through the discomfort would be better in the long run.

He had fainted a fair few times due to lack of energy before some of his relatives demanded that he get the rest he needed,Tajima had compromised that he would only do half the training during this time.

Now that his father was gone and he was the head of the Uchiha no-one could order him to do anything like that anymore,though he still did it sometimes just to take his mind off the hellish burning.

Once Ayame had left their shared bedroom he had allowed himself to fully transform - the woman was still learning to adjust and he didn’t want her to have nightmares because she saw her husband with a bird head and body completely covered in feathers.Even if it meant their whole body was on fire and Uchiha had to at least sometimes fully transform during the molting or they would never lose all their feathers and develop some nasty skin conditions.

This year was especially hard because he had to keep appearances up for his wife in order for her not to feel uncomfortable or disgusted.

Speaking of which he was almost too distracted to notice her coming back or forced himself to shift back into what Uchiha had nicknamed the ‘tengu state’.

There was a knock at the door.

“It’s Ayame,is it okay for me to come in?”

As if it wasn’t also her room and it was her husband she was asking,he thought with unreasonable irritation.In this state she just had to blink wrong for him to get annoyed at her,though that could be said for any living or non-living existence that happened to exist.

He let out a grunt and willed himself to sit upright instead of the undignified worm impression he had just been doing.

She let herself in and he noticed she was carrying a basket.Madara couldn’t help but eye it for a few seconds before looking back at her.

As per usual she had a neutral if somewhat awkward expression - he had learned not to take it personally,she had informed him it was because she didn’t really know what to do with her face most of the time and didn’t want to constantly smile like a loon.

“I don’t know what else to say,but I know that this is a really awkward time for you and I know that you’ve been holding yourself back because you didn’t want to make me uncomfortable and knew that I was still adjusting,” she started, taking a pause as she had been teaching herself to curb her rambling habit.

“When I was told I was going to marry Madara Uchiha I thought that I would be living with a man that wouldn’t consider my feelings or would just ignore me,so your thoughtfulness feels very,uh,it means a lot to me.And now I’m getting sentimental and rambling again.Stop talking.Stop.Ughh.” she groaned as she started shuffling her feet and rubbing her face in embarrassment of her tendency to speak too much.In honesty Madara found it kind of endearing, there weren’t many people in his circle of people that felt they could allow themselves to talk too much,especially around him.Izuna was a special case but still suffered from their father’s discipline.

Apparently having gathered herself Ayame continued. “I just wanted to tell you that you could ask me for help if you need it and that if you want to ‘change’ I would feel bad if you suffered more because of me.Before I ramble again,I brought some cucumbers and boiled eggs because Izuna said they might help and if you need some help bathing I could do it and- “ she was stopped when Madara raised his wing as if it was still his hand.He lowered it and was silent for a few moments before responding with a slightly raspy voice

“First of all,tell Izuna he is an ass.Second of all...thank you.” he declared,the last part maybe a bit softer than he intended.

His brother had not been wrong but Madara knew he was sniggering on the inside when he had informed Ayame of these things,especially about the bathing part and how it was hard without any hands.

As the two awkward newlyweds tried to work out where to go from here they both thought that maybe,just maybe,this marriage could go well after all.

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

Werebeast Shinobi AU

*A shinobi has the chance of developing a part-animal nature and in clans there are mostly dominant patterns

*The Uchiha are crows

-Izuna is normal along with Tajima and at least one of the two deceased brother was also unaffected,actually he dies too young to say definitively

-Madara has trouble suppressing it because he’s very powerful and constantly is aware of it right under his skin

*The Senju don’t have a set animal but are usually some kind of forest dweller

-Hashirama is a Japanese badger

-Tobirama is a crane and likely got it from their mother’s side of the family since they were originally from the Land of Birds

-Touka is normal but enjoys teasing the two about their quirks,especially Tobirama about the time she caught him swallowing a live frog

*The Hyuga are tigers with the head family often being white tigers

*The Uzumaki are koma-inu or lion dogs.You thought they were foxes didn’t you?

-The Namikaze are actually the foxes in this

*Yamanaka are boars

*Akimichi are butterflies

-They have traditional dances that utilize these wings and they even make prop ones for normal participants

*Nara are sika deer

*Aburame are different kinds of insects and traumatise most people that see them in that form because they’re fucking giant human/insect hybrids

*Sarutobi are monkeys

*Inuzuka are dogs and have learned to embrace it and combine it with their jutsus so even normal clan members can use it

*Hatake are wolves