I remember my first crush as a child was this older boy that would always be helping by at the local teashop. The first time I went was when we had some guest come over later in the afternoon, but we didn't have any tea left. So Tobirama went in the morning and I went along with him, and I met Shiro-kun, or at least that was what the teashop owners called him. He was tall, older, skinny and almost a bit lanky, I was at the age where I couldn't tell whether a person was attractive or not, so that was the only description I remembered him by. Ever since I met him, I would often push Tobirama to take me to the tea shop every so often. Both my brothers thought it was because I had some strange fascination with tea. The only reason I went was to see Shiro-kun.
About 6 months into our monthly trips, I don't remember what Shiro-kun dropped, but I remember picking it up and chasing him to the backdoor to give it back to him. Now that I think about it, the reason why I can't remember what he dropped was because I was too caught on trying to give it back to him, I was also too caught on being confused as to why he had his face buried into this girl's neck as she moaned.

Why they didn't caught? I didn't know, the rest I remember was running away from the scene because I had no idea what was going on, but there was a gut feeling of...disgust. That was probably the feeling of jealousy, at that time I didn't exactly understand what feeling jealous was, in fact, I didn't even know what they were doing. Ever since that incident I didn't want to go with Tobirama to the teashop, he got a little confused but just thought I got bored with playing with tea. A year later, I heard they moved away because one of their family members were killed in the war.

You'd think ever since that incident, I learnt to not walk into things, or mind my own business a bit more. But now I feel like that simple childhood incident felt like a fore shadow of what I just heard.

"She's to wed Uchiha Madara."

"…."

My first instinct was to run.

As I dashed away, I heard Senju or Tobirama…One of what I now call inconsiderate, asshole of brothers called out my name.

"Tsuri!"

I ran as fast as I could. Times like this I wished I trained a bit more, I heard you can always run a lot faster if you gather your chakra up your feet.

I wasn't too sure where I was running. Heck, I was probably running to the Uchiha's territory for all I know. I eventually reached a forest. It was the large forest that was known for intersecting between the Senjus and the Uchihas. If you didn't know the history, you'd be surprise to find out the un-countable lives and blood that was shed here.

I felt sick knowing I had to marry one of those cold-blooded Uchihas. I've heard they kill their own siblings to become more powerful. How can people like that learn how to love at all?

For a moment, I feel like one of those princesses that have to marry another country in order to maintain peace between the two nations. I always made fun of those wimpy story princesses; maybe it was karma now that I've become one of them.

I panted and stopped to rest against a tree. I covered my mouth and let out a loud cry, I didn't even care if there were people in the woods, I just-

Suddenly, a kunai flashed past me and it stabbed a part of a tree that was right next to me. I quickly wiped off my tears, gasped and stepped back. If that Kunai's angle aimed just a little bit to the left, I could've just died.

I took a deep breath and turned around. A long haired man in armor approached me.

Expressionless.

"Tsuri from the Senju clan?" His deep and stoic voice asked, it sounded more like a command than a question.

Regardless to what I said before, right now I am at an age where I can tell how attractive a person is. And I can tell you, this man that just spoke; he was one of those who would make a girl's heart melt when they walk past.

Sure, I guess my heart is melting as well, but in a different way. It was more like a… I think I'm going to die because of him, like, literally, die.

He eyed me and took out his sword with a swift draw. I'm not a ninja myself but even I can feel the type of energy that came from him. It was dense and dangerous.

I began to step back and my eyes widen as he suddenly slashed the sword towards me. I ducked down and my scream engulfed the sound of attack that landed on the tree.

I was in a crouched down position and had my hands cover my ears. Even then, I heard the tree behind me fall down.

I prayed that I was still alive.

"…."

I heard him draw his sword back in.

Yes, I was scared, no I was...Petrified. I looked at the damage he had done and eyed at the attacks he threw at me. Being a child that grew up in part of a Great War and was raised under the Senju brothers, I can tell those attacks weren't something a simple ninja can do. Those attacks are the product of decades and years of hard work and training. But judging by this man's age, which was probably younger than my older brother Senju, this came natural for him. If a man worked twice as hard, this man who stood in front of me, would only need to work half the amount, and become more skilled.

I noticed a symbol on the corner of his sword.

He's an Uchiha.

"And to think you're the sister of Harashima."

I really regret not listening to father's scolding; I should've trained more with my brothers.

"W-who are you." I asked, backing away slowly. Trying to sound as calm as possible.

He smirked, it seemed that he found it even more amusing that I don't know who he is.

"Madara Uchiha."