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(Not my art) - Of Grief and Loss and Findings
Over the moon with this picture I received from Анхель Кордова, that I'm posting it even if it's not my art and I don't like posting art that is not mine to my galleries lol. (Will be scrapped later)
My OC Uta Uchiha and his father, Madara Uchiha. Below is a short story with the context behind the scene (less than 800 words) that I'd appreciate that you read and enjoy!
More info on Uta: https://toyhou.se/15749921.uta-uchiha
DO NOT USE UTA TO RP, KIN, OR FACECLAIM!
She was dead…Fuyuko was dead, and after 4 days of being unconscious Uta had discovered that the body had been cremated without even giving him the chance to say goodbye to his mother one last time.
He held back the tears, and the rage, said goodbye to the doctors and to that strange Senju that had been looking after him for those 3 extra days he had to stay in the hospital after waking up and left without looking back.
Everything hurt, his body felt on fire, every step he had to take was torture, but what hurt the most undoubdtedly was his soul. He was full of regrets, he felt like a bad son, that was the worst feeling on Earth.
He made several stops along the way, just to scream into the nothingness and let his pain out, where nobody heard or saw him, until he finally made it to the Uchiha territory and walked through it with his gaze on the ground, something odd coming from him, which caused many stares to be directed at him from other Uchihas, curious stares, rather than worried ones. He had always been pretty intimidating and not a people’s person, so why should anyone actually care about him?
He unlocked the door to his house with some difficulty, since the amount of tears did not let him see very well, and without even bothering to lock it again once inside, he got into his room and sat on his bed, letting it all out out loud, not caring on the slightest if anyone heard it anymore.
Full of shame and regret for being someone so guarded, distant, cold, for never having accepted the love and affection from his mom, despite loving her deeply, regretful about never having demonstrated the love that he himself felt towards her, now there was no going back to fix this mistake.
He lost track of time, maybe its been only 15 minutes, or maybe 2 hours, but he heard the front door open, with the characteristic sound of hinges that lacked proper lubrication.
He considered asking who it was, but at that moment he didn’t care if he got killed right there and now. He continued holding his face while sitting on the bed, but crying in silence now, he still had some pride left after all…
A few seconds later he heard the voice of his Father calling out to him from the dark kitchen. Uta did not care to answer, it was not like it would be hard for Madara to find him.
His Father’s footsteps were almost silent, but Uta still heard him walk around the house looking for him at the same time he talked.
“Uta, are you here? I heard about Fuyuko”
Hearing that made Uta feel relieved, his parents never shared a romantic relationship but to him they both were the two most important people in his life, and not having to explain something so delicate definitely took a weight off Uta’s shoulders.
Finally his Father opened the sliding door of the dorm open, Uta looked up, directly into Madara’s Rinnegan eyes, with his own full of agony and grief, the Mangekyou he had awaken as a result of witnessing something so traumatic was activated, Madara saw it, at that moment he couldn't find any words, his gaze showed a deep understanding though, but he said nothing, what could be said anyways? The younger Uchiha could tell his father cared... although his expression was not easy to read.
Madara never was an affectionate person, in that they were both similar. Uta stood up, and in a very out of character moment ran towards his Father and clung to him, crying out loud. Madara simply held him. Uta held onto his father's white robes so hard that he started twisting and pulling onto the fabrics hard enough for his hands to lose color. Even Madara felt his clothes becoming tighter due to this, he just squeezed Uta harder, and didn't say a word.
The young Uchiha was a mess of tears and goobers, and expressed his regrets out loud to his Father, about how ashamed and remorseful he was that he never properly expressed the love he felt for his mother to her. His Father remained in silence still, although deeply afflicted because of his son’s pain, who he helped raise and watched grow and undoubtedly cared about. This silence was not discouraging for Uta, he understood it since he was the same way.
Madara kept thinking and wondering if there was any way to bring Fuyuko back to life, but with no body he felt it would not be proper to bring her back in a body that did not belong to her, and refrained from asking his grieving son his thoughts on the matter. He simply hugged Uta, told him that he understood, and held him close until he too lost track of time.
From now on he would never leave him alone again, but Uta was just about to realize that.
My OC Uta Uchiha and his father, Madara Uchiha. Below is a short story with the context behind the scene (less than 800 words) that I'd appreciate that you read and enjoy!
More info on Uta: https://toyhou.se/15749921.uta-uchiha
DO NOT USE UTA TO RP, KIN, OR FACECLAIM!
She was dead…Fuyuko was dead, and after 4 days of being unconscious Uta had discovered that the body had been cremated without even giving him the chance to say goodbye to his mother one last time.
He held back the tears, and the rage, said goodbye to the doctors and to that strange Senju that had been looking after him for those 3 extra days he had to stay in the hospital after waking up and left without looking back.
Everything hurt, his body felt on fire, every step he had to take was torture, but what hurt the most undoubdtedly was his soul. He was full of regrets, he felt like a bad son, that was the worst feeling on Earth.
He made several stops along the way, just to scream into the nothingness and let his pain out, where nobody heard or saw him, until he finally made it to the Uchiha territory and walked through it with his gaze on the ground, something odd coming from him, which caused many stares to be directed at him from other Uchihas, curious stares, rather than worried ones. He had always been pretty intimidating and not a people’s person, so why should anyone actually care about him?
He unlocked the door to his house with some difficulty, since the amount of tears did not let him see very well, and without even bothering to lock it again once inside, he got into his room and sat on his bed, letting it all out out loud, not caring on the slightest if anyone heard it anymore.
Full of shame and regret for being someone so guarded, distant, cold, for never having accepted the love and affection from his mom, despite loving her deeply, regretful about never having demonstrated the love that he himself felt towards her, now there was no going back to fix this mistake.
He lost track of time, maybe its been only 15 minutes, or maybe 2 hours, but he heard the front door open, with the characteristic sound of hinges that lacked proper lubrication.
He considered asking who it was, but at that moment he didn’t care if he got killed right there and now. He continued holding his face while sitting on the bed, but crying in silence now, he still had some pride left after all…
A few seconds later he heard the voice of his Father calling out to him from the dark kitchen. Uta did not care to answer, it was not like it would be hard for Madara to find him.
His Father’s footsteps were almost silent, but Uta still heard him walk around the house looking for him at the same time he talked.
“Uta, are you here? I heard about Fuyuko”
Hearing that made Uta feel relieved, his parents never shared a romantic relationship but to him they both were the two most important people in his life, and not having to explain something so delicate definitely took a weight off Uta’s shoulders.
Finally his Father opened the sliding door of the dorm open, Uta looked up, directly into Madara’s Rinnegan eyes, with his own full of agony and grief, the Mangekyou he had awaken as a result of witnessing something so traumatic was activated, Madara saw it, at that moment he couldn't find any words, his gaze showed a deep understanding though, but he said nothing, what could be said anyways? The younger Uchiha could tell his father cared... although his expression was not easy to read.
Madara never was an affectionate person, in that they were both similar. Uta stood up, and in a very out of character moment ran towards his Father and clung to him, crying out loud. Madara simply held him. Uta held onto his father's white robes so hard that he started twisting and pulling onto the fabrics hard enough for his hands to lose color. Even Madara felt his clothes becoming tighter due to this, he just squeezed Uta harder, and didn't say a word.
The young Uchiha was a mess of tears and goobers, and expressed his regrets out loud to his Father, about how ashamed and remorseful he was that he never properly expressed the love he felt for his mother to her. His Father remained in silence still, although deeply afflicted because of his son’s pain, who he helped raise and watched grow and undoubtedly cared about. This silence was not discouraging for Uta, he understood it since he was the same way.
Madara kept thinking and wondering if there was any way to bring Fuyuko back to life, but with no body he felt it would not be proper to bring her back in a body that did not belong to her, and refrained from asking his grieving son his thoughts on the matter. He simply hugged Uta, told him that he understood, and held him close until he too lost track of time.
From now on he would never leave him alone again, but Uta was just about to realize that.
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I am curious how Madara has this form, as it’s making me think about the world building if the main story was different to have him be like this. As someone who’s read fanfiction for years, I am not against this at all. :)
Which, man this is just an awful and sad tale for both of them. :(
Which, man this is just an awful and sad tale for both of them. :(
It's a good question, I'm still trying to fledge the answer to this, in the dream where this character was born Madara had two forms, unfortunately I do not remember how did he achieve this one but there was a reason for it. I kinda draw him in whatever form depending on my inspiration, I'm slowly building the world and trying to come up with an answer to that, you're not the first one to ask, thanks brain for forgetting a vital detail |'D
Abd I think this is one of the saddest bits of Uta's story, when his mom dies, however his mom's story and relationship with Madara is quite sad, he never loved or truly respected her and the only reason Uta exists is because Madara offered her a kid in exchange for her disappearing lol
That is written but it's porn and idk if you would want to read it. It gives insight into their dynamic.
Abd I think this is one of the saddest bits of Uta's story, when his mom dies, however his mom's story and relationship with Madara is quite sad, he never loved or truly respected her and the only reason Uta exists is because Madara offered her a kid in exchange for her disappearing lol
That is written but it's porn and idk if you would want to read it. It gives insight into their dynamic.
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