Chapter: Chapter 1

The FF deals with the manga, with what Madara and Izuna are up to and what will follow later.

In addition, this is again a partner FF that I am writing together with bones.

There is no slash here, no lemon and no couple either.

It's about brotherly love, about the cohesion of two siblings and there is no place for incest, let alone lost it.

Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy reading.

The land was white, the snow had just fallen and covered the landscape.
Madara sighed softly, looked out the window and averted his eyes when he heard a soft laugh.
He smiled softly and watched the youngest Uchihas play in the snow.
They were still children, they had not yet seen the cruel world.
The Uchiha sighed softly again and leaned against the wall.
How was his brother doing?
After all, they had served missions separately and he had returned from his yesterday.
Someone in the house downstairs opened the door, patted the snow off his shoulders, and took off his shoes in the hallway.
Izuna stepped slowly into the warm living room, sat down in front of the crackling fire and warmed up his cold hands.
The whole house already smelled of cookies, indicated that Bonenkai, the big annual oblivion celebration, was coming soon and this made Izuna smile.
"I'm back," he called across the house, brushed his hair and shook off the remaining snow.
Immediately Madara jumped up and stormed downstairs.
He sighed in relief and stepped closer to his brother, stroking some snowflakes out of his hair and he smiled gently.
"Welcome back, Ototou."
Madara literally trampled through the house, giving himself away even before he was in the room.
Still, Izuna smiled and looked up at his older brother.
"Thank you, I'm glad to be back here too," he admitted and gave a small sigh.
The mission had been exhausting and they almost lost a team member on it.
"Take a rest."
The Uchiha gently ruffled his brother's hair again and threw a blanket over his head.
His brother was soaked and Madara didn't want him to get sick.
"The bath water is still hot, you should use that."

"Bath water?"
Izuna looked up confused, took the blanket from his shoulder and laid it on the couch.
"Have you been to a bath?" He wanted to know and took off his vest, followed closely by his side pockets on his trousers.
"Yes, because yesterday I just wasn't in the mood to wash myself", the older man confessed and sat down on the large sofa.
He was quite lazy in winter, he had to admit that, but he still liked that time.
Not because of the temperatures and the festivals that hide the long war well, but more because of the snow.
He loved this white powder that covered everything under a pure layer.
Izuna stuck out her tongue and shook herself."Yuck, you must have been groaning again," he chuckled again and turned away from Madara.
"All right, then I'll go swimming now and then I'll probably go to my bed", he announced before he left the living room and went upstairs.
The mission had been harder than imagined and so Izuna was just happy to be home again and was also looking forward to his warm bed.
Madara looked sullenly after his brother but smiled again.
Maybe he was lucky and they got a few days off.
With a calm look, Madara looked around briefly in the living room and his gaze stayed on his fan.
How many people he'd killed with him.
Satisfied, Izuna walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Likewise, he undressed with a deep sigh and barely let himself slide into the bathtub later.
The water was still warm, if not hot, and it helped us relax completely and close our eyes.

Madara sat downstairs for a while and enjoyed the faint crackling of the fire.
Sighing, however, he got up and wandered upstairs.
He was also tired himself, after all, he hadn't slept well last night.
He had nightmares about his last battle.
The Sharingan was practical in battle, but just as every image of them burned itself into its own.
And when he thought about his brother having the same eyes, he felt sick.
Izuna was such a nice and kind person and not made for war.
No, his brother shouldn't become such a monster as he was himself.
Izuna stayed in the tub for a long time, until the water was almost cold and he rubbed his upper arms, shivering.
So he quickly got out of the bathtub, wrapped a towel around himself, and hurried over to his room.
It was heated everywhere, but Izuna was still freezing and wanted to quickly get into some warm sleeping clothes.
Madara was lying in his bed, reading an old scroll about an old legend of demons with several tails.
If he had her power, he could cut down all who got in his way.
Nobody would try to oppose them anymore and this war would finally be over.
But it was dangerous to catch such a demon and to unite with him.
Izuna slipped into his light blue pajamas, shortly afterwards padded down to the kitchen and got a cup with warm cocoa.
Just the thing in the cold weather and great for warming up again.
He went back up to his room with the cup, but not first to wish his brother good night.
So he knocked briefly, poked his head through the door a little later and smiled at Madara.
"I'm going to sleep now and just wanted to say good night to you quickly."

The older man smiled softly and got up from his bed.
He went quietly to his brother and ruffled his wild, long black hair.They weren't as messy as his hair, they were much nicer and softer.
"Then sleep well, tomorrow we wanted to train together."
Izuna let her hair ruffled once, but quickly rearranged it and looked at his big brother.
Tomorrow was training, something he really liked and had fun measuring himself against his brother.
"Oyasuminasai," he smiled again before turning around and leaving the room for good.
Smiling, the Uchiha looked after his brother and sighed softly.
He had promised Izuna to train with him.
He also wanted to know if his brother had gotten stronger and how he had improved in general.
He went calmly back to his bed and took one last look out the window.
The youngest of the clan were still romping around outside, even though it was slowly getting dark.
But he and Izuna were no better then, even though their father's upbringing had been strict.
Smiling, the Uchiha crumbled into his bed and made up for his last sleep.
Izuna strode quickly across the hall, just wanted to get into his warm bed and sleep.
He hurried, the hallway was now colder than expected and also chilled his feet.
With long strides he reached his room and bed, lay down under the covers as quickly as possible and tried to find his sleep.