Some Kagami love for study de-stress. Slight MadaTobi. Kagami is 13-14 here.
When Madara and his apprentice finishes training late, it makes sense for him to offer Kagami dinner and the spare room. This happens the next day, and the next. Until it becomes more intuitive to poke his head into the spare room than send a messenger cat off when trying to find his wayward apprentice.
He knew Kagami stayed with his cousins – he had lost his parents a long time ago, and clan members are duty-bound to adopt orphaned children. Madara also knew that Kagami was cordial, at best, with his adopted family.
Not that there was any bad blood, no. It’s hard to find anyone that dislikes Kagami. It’s just what it is; duty. And duty can be done without any deeper ties.
Madara doesn’t mind. Kagami is talkative, cheerful and eager to please. The latter is what really appeals to Madara. After years of Izuna’s affectionate insubordinance, a puppy kind of obedience makes him want to cackle with glee.
Even Izuna is happy to allow Kagami to slip into their tight knitted circle. Without hesitation, Izuna slid into the role of older-brother with an ebullience that surprises Madara.
A small part of Madara acknowledges that it’s probably because Izuna’s never had a chance to be a big brother to their own little brothers. It’s clear that Izuna enjoys making up for lost time.
Kagami is chūnin now; he works at the Police Station under Madara to clock in his community service hours, before finding Tobirama and helping him with his new band of genin. Then he usually meets up with Madara again, and they train together before crashing back home. It’s more efficient this way.
So he doesn’t really notice when extra clothes began accumulating in one of his guest rooms. Then books, and weapons. He doesn’t notice the extra pair of house slippers until he trips on them. And when he does trip over them, Madara only blinks his bleary eyes for a second, before barking at Kagami to put them at their proper place when he’s not using them.
He does notice that Kagami likes to hang out in the same room as Izuna and Madara. All three of them would do completely different things, but it never felt intrusive.
For someone who is lauded to be one of the most proficient users of the Sharingan, Madara can be pretty unobservant
There’s their household chore wheel. Normally divided in half, it disappeared one day, only to reappear divided into thirds with a new name written on it. It was also decorated with cat stickers in its new reincarnated form.
There’s his tendency to accept anything Kagami tries to hand him without looking.
One time, Kagami handed him a form instead of a police report.
“Sign, please? I want to open my own private bank account,” inform Kagami. “I’m technically still a child, since I’m under sixteen, so I need a supervisor’s signature.”
Sounds reasonable to Madara. He didn’t even blink twice before he signed the form for him.
If Madara had to peg the moment he started noticing, it would be when he realised that his lunch was edible. Actually, it was more than that. It was delicious.
“Huh.” Madara chews on his onigiri, pleasantly surprised. He offered some to Tobirama, who’s going through his own stack of papers across the expansive desk from him, to see if his tongue is playing tricks with him. Tobirama hums, and said it’s a lot better than what he usually packs.
Which is true. As siblings, Madara and Izuna can act as a study of opposites. Madara often gets impatient and under-seasons his food. Izuna tends to get bored and starts experimenting.
No one comes out at the end of their lunch break a winner.
Then there’s the hospital incident, where Kagam broke arm badly and needed a cast on top of chakra healing. He couldn’t check out without his guardian filling in his discharge form, so a messenger was sent to Madara’s office.
When the receptionist told Madara this, he is absolutely baffled. “Guardian, as in parental guardian?” asks Madara.
“Yes, Uchiha-sama,” the receptionist replies. “He’s jotted you down as his parental guardian.”
“Huh.” Madara takes a moment for the news to register. Then he signs the discharge forms, before entering the room where Kagami sits to sort it all out.
As soon as he steps inside, Madara asks, “Do you want to be formally adopted into our family?”
“Yes!” Kagami blurts out, then flushes. “Ah, was that too desperate? I mean, yes, Shishou.” Kagami coughs and sits up straighter. “I’d very much like that.”
And it turns out, Kagami carries spare adoption papers in his flak jacket. Madara can’t help it. He chuckles before ruffling the boy’s already messy hair. “Don’t tell Izuna this,” Madara teases, “but you’re already my favourite.”
Izuna is lured in the kitchen by the delicious smell wafting from their wok. There Madara stands beside Kagami, Madara stirring the wok with his chopsticks while Kagami beside him throws in a handful of spices into the pan.
“Ooh,” Izuna sings. “That smells delicious! What’s the special occasion?”
Kagami turns around grinning. “I’m officially adopted into the family!”
Both of Izuna’s eyebrows rises up to his hairline. “You mean you weren’t before?”
“Nope,” confirms Kagami exuberantly.
Izuna laughs. “Really, brother? You adopt a stray kid by bringing him home, and you don’t even notice it until – when was it? I completely forgot. Kagami-chan, how long has it been now?”
Madara grimaces. “Hush, you two. I’ve been busy, okay. And don’t look at me like that, Kagami.“
“Like what, Shishou?”
“Like there are stars trying to burst out of your eyes.” Madara narrows his eyes at him. “Like I’m your hero.”
“But you are my hero, my idol, my role model” defends Kagami. “Sensei told me it’s good to have a role model – and you’re everything I aspire to be in life. You’re even dating sensei!”
“What?” asks Madara.
“What?” asks Kagami, all doe eyes and innocence.
“Holy shit,” Madara mouths without sound.
“Rude. I am right here, you know,” Izuna reminds them. He levels a chopstick towards Kagami. “I’m much better role model material. Brother only wishes to be half as charismatic as I am, and it wouldn’t have taken me a gazillion years to notice that I’ve been dating Tobirama for these past couple of weeks.”
Madara is mumbling quietly. “All those times we had dinner, and lunch, and the walks, and after work drinks – Tobirama and I have been dating and I haven’t noticed? How am I still alive? How has Tobirama not killed me yet?”
Helpful as ever, Kagami is elated to answer. “Oh! There’s a betting pool as to how long it’ll take you to realise and sensei himself even has money for – uh, I mean–” Kagami cuts off abruptly at Izuna’s rapid throat cutting motions, “–oh no! I think our stir fry’s burning! Better stir it very vigorously, Shishou–”
Madara flicks Kagami on the back of his head, because his apprentice is as transparent as glass. Izuna snickers madly while Kagami squawks. “Nice try. Izuna, you are such a bad influence. And you, Kagami, you’re telling me all about this betting pool after we finish. And Tobirama’s too old for you. Find someone younger to crush on.”
Kagami pokes his tongue out at him, and Madara rolls his eyes.
Now that he notices how easily Kagami fits into his family, he can’t help but smile. He could get used to this.
drags a hand down his face, closing his eyes to the massive warehouse full of
various merchandise, and sincerely regrets asking his father for this mission.
He certainly hadn’t wanted to accompany Uncle Kenrou’s group to the western
desert with his brother (of all miserable places), but he also hadn’t realized
at the time that he’d have to track this group of thieves south and east to cut
over nearly the entirety of Hi no Kuni, sneak past patrols from several
different clans (most of whom would love to kill him), and then curve back
upwards to stop within kunai-throwing distance of the Yu no Kuni border.
now he’s finally caught up to his quarry, except they’ve already sold his
client’s priceless (and pointless) trinket to a merchant.
very successful merchant.
who possess an unnecessarily large stock in his opinion and is either the most
disorganized and eclectic woman Izuna’s ever come across or who has evidently
met her soulmate and decided afterwards to implement a color-based
organizational scheme among her products.
makes this night so much better given that to him everything just looks
like a mass of yellows and grays with a scattering of blues.