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Hidden Within the Arrangement (9/?)

A/N: Hi everyone, sorry for such the long break between chapters! I have recently joined an exercise class three days a week and along with my full time job as a teacher, I've simply been exhausted. It doesn't help that I've been experiencing some the worst writer block in my life. It's just been hard to feel happy with the work I've been churning out lately. With that aside, please enjoy the extra long chapter as an apology for my extended absence!

Word Count: 8.87K+

Warning(s): mentioned/referenced couples violence, mentioned/referenced child death and abuse, angst, some foul language, misunderstandings galore, arranged marriage, etc.

Taglist: @tsukihimeyfan

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From a young age, Hashirama knew he was never the sharpest kunai. In fact, many over the years considered him to be intellectually challenged, having always been far more interested in helping tend to the gardens or play games rather than learning from musty scrolls from even mustier elders. Father never was pleased to learn that Hashirama had skipped yet another lesson to swing from the trees, nor when he slacked off in his training, but for some reason unknown to his young self, he had no interest in what others around him deemed important. All he wanted to do was explore, make flower crowns with baby Touka, snuggle in mother’s lap beside the hearth, and run around in his grandmother’s cabbage patch. He had been happy and content until one day, in the midst of the leaves turning, Hashirama noticed that his mother’s lap was growing smaller and her stomach larger, hard and firm. When he had asked her why, the Hatake woman paused in her knitting and gifted him with a fond smile, placing a tender hand on her swollen belly.

“Well, sometime in winter, I will be having a baby,” Mother gently took hold of his tiny palm and placed it against the taut surface, his chocolate irises growing wide at feeling something briskly skim the skin beneath her stomach. “And you, my little sapling, will have a little brother or sister to play with.”

Though it was years ago, Hashirama could remember how excited he had been to be a big brother, an anija as his mother dubbed him during one of the cold winter nights he had been allowed to sleep with her and father. He toddled after his mother everywhere, asking question upon question and offering her flowers he had picked from the nearby meadow so they could decorate the bedroom before the baby came. Often, he even found himself talking to his unborn sibling whilst mother slept or while she knitted, telling his otouto or imouto everything he had done throughout the day and more. Touka sometimes joined in his mindless chatter when they had playdates or her mother needed to attend to something without juggling a far too curious toddler like she was. The two of them together would learn about what needed to be done before a baby arrived and everything that came after their arrival, including how to hold one, that it needed far more sleep than they did, and that they wouldn’t be ready to play games with them until they were a bit older. Still, Hashirama was excited and far too young to understand the weight his mother had been under at the time.

He understood it quite well when he found her sobbing over a bundle of white mere hours after his new sibling had been delivered. It had been early in the morning that very day when he crawled out of bed, sleepily rubbing his eye whilst stumbling messily into the kitchen where mother should have been making breakfast, only to find his grandmother, aunt, and various other women of the clan bustling about in an anxious hurry. Before he had been able to even question what was going on, his father was upon him, stern faced and unforgiving, guiding his three year old self away from the women and onto the back engawa where various men, including his uncle and the male clan elders, lounged about, cups of sake poured and thick smoke slinking leisurely from their pipes. Hours must have gone by before Hashirama asked where his mother was and when he did, Touka’s father came to pause in his recent whittling project a few feet away, a playful laugh escaping the shinobi as an eager grin on the man’s face.

“No one told you, boy? Your mother is having the baby you have been obsessing over!”

How excited he had been, hearing that his new otouto or imouto would finally be arriving after so long! What would they look like? Would they like him? Would they like plants like he did? Would they also dislike eating pickled herring? Oh he had so many questions to ask!

As dusk approached, high pitched cries echoed from deep inside, cheers of triumph and celebration escaping the group of men surrounding him, prompting him to cheer as well though he had no clue as to why. Pipes were relit, cups refilled, and the joy flowing from the men was contagious, so much so that Hashirama hadn’t caught the look of displeased hatred fixed upon his father’s face as he appeared on the engawa. The man made no move to stop the moment he stepped over the threshold, passing the men without a word whilst they followed him with questions of their own, leaving his young self all on his lonesome.

Grandmother eventually came out to fetch him, her dark eyes holding an emotion he had been unable to put a name to as she led him into the house, her aging hand grasping his youthful one. Just as they reached the door, he could hear his mother crying, which prompted him to panic simply because mother never cried-!

Moving to cradle his earth-toned cheeks in her calloused palms, grandmother kneeled down to meet him at eye level, face stern yet comforting. “Your mother needs you to be strong right now and not ask questions, Hashirama. Can you do that for her?”

If his mother needed him, then he would do anything for her and he had told the woman adamantly so! With his fiery admission, grandmother let out a sigh he couldn’t tell was out of hopelessness for his grandson or out of relief and moved to open the door, quietly guiding Hashirama inwards without another word except “hush.” Knowing better than to make the old woman cross, Hashirama did as he was told, but it was hard to do so when he came upon the scene set before him. Clearly exhausted, his sobbing mother sat in the center of the room, a bundle of pristine white cradled protectively against her hardly clothed chest whilst she rocked back and forth.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry! Amaterasu, Raijin forgive me!”

“Mama?”

He had been unable to stop himself from speaking at the moment, so confused and scared at the situation at hand because wasn’t everyone supposed to be happy for the new baby? Father had spoken various times how he would finally have the precautionary heir he had been waiting for and mother had never spoken badly about the baby, not once! Never had Hashirama realized at that age just why his mother had been crying and his father furious, the remaining adults still present being sullen and hesitant to speak. However, he knew something was wrong the second his mother’s reddened eyes met his own, to see just how distraught the unshakeable kunoichi was. Fear clouded those obsidian irises, an emotion Hashirama had never seen in his mother’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but toddle over and plop down right beside her, not saying another word. After a few long seconds of quiet, the smallest, palest hand Hashirama had ever seen appeared from the snowy bundle in his mother’s arms, a tiny, adorable squeak following soon after.

While Hashirama wasn’t the sharpest kunai ever, he did have enough common sense to realize that his mother was holding the new baby, his new imouto or otouto, and a rush of giddy excitement had filled him with a gasp. “Is that the baby?!”

In an instant, his mother’s fearful apprehension seemed to melt away, a weak but ever present smile growing on her cracked, pale lips whilst she adjusted her hold on the bundle. “It is. Would you like to meet them?”

Nodding vigorously, Hashirama was practically vibrating with excitement, only for such a feeling to be eclipsed by that of utter awe the moment his mother pushed away a bit of the blanket to reveal the person he had been waiting to meet for months now. Chubby, rosy red cheeks contrasted perfectly against the baby’s skin that was pale as a ghost, wild tufts of pearly white covering the top of their tiny head, so pure and beautiful.

“Hashi, I want you to meet your new otouto, Tobirama,” Hashirama’s already racing heart began to sprint faster upon hearing he had a baby brother, just like he had wanted! “Tobirama, this is your anija, Hashirama. He’s been so excited to meet you, little one.”

With wide, awe-filled eyes, Hashirama couldn’t help but smile, moving to stand on his tippy toes to gain a better view of his new brother. “Hi otouto, I’m Hashirama, I’m your anija!”

The rosy cheeked infant let out a hardly audible coo, one soft as downy feathers and sweet as permission jelly, and Hashirama couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped his lips at seeing alabaster eyelashes flutter open. They opened just enough to reveal neverending pools of merlot, the young boy’s irises of freshly toiled earth searching the tiny ones of his brother with curiosity; he had never seen anything or anyone like him, especially amongst their fellow clansmen. Tanned fingers cautiously snuck across the bundle of snow, the toddler watching in wondrous anxiety as his right index finger came to gently poke the flesh of Tobirama’s tiny palm, hoping to garner some reaction from the newborn. Chubby, pearly white fingers clumsily curled around Hashirama’s extended digit mere moments after the older boy made contact with the younger, a smile as bright as the summer sun blooming on the toddler’s face. Turning his attention to their observing mother, who watched on in relieved fondness, Hashirama couldn’t help but beam. “Did you see, mama?! Otouto is holding my finger!”

Mother let out a soft chuckle, the Hatake woman moving to hold his brother out to him, a knowing look in her dark eyes. “Would you like to hold Tobirama for yourself, sweet sapling?”

“Yeah!”

“Hold still, now. There you go.” Careful in ensuring Tobirama was held correctly within Hashirama’s arms, mother set the hours-old infant into the toddler’s lap with a smile.

Hashirama could only gaze down at his otouto in wonder the moment he was settled into his arms, taking in all his peculiar and tiny features because how couldn’t he? His baby brother was perfect.

“Hashirama.”

Earth colored irises met desperate, stern obsidian, mother never breaking eye contact with him.

“You must promise me, Hashirama, that no matter what may occur between the two of you, you will protect Tobirama from harm.” Brushing strays locks of chocolate from Hashirama’s line of vision, the woman remained steadfast in sobering seriousness, lips thin and unforgiving. “He will be your greatest ally and dearest friend, even in times of turmoil and strife, so you must take care of him and treat him well. Do you understand?”

Not truly understanding what their mother was asking of him, Hashirama had had no issue in replying in the way he did. “I promise mama! I’ll protect Tobirama, no matter what!”

He would have never made that damn promise if he had known just how difficult Tobirama would make for him to keep his word. From birth, Hashirama and Tobirama were opposites of one another in everything that seemed to matter, whether that be looks, intelligence, personality, and so on. Whilst Hashirama was loud and messy, Tobirama was quiet and calculated even as a baby, and while he himself was a healthy, robust child, the white haired child was frail and sickly throughout the beginning of his childhood. Due to such frailty, mother would spend most of her time tending to Tobirama, ensuring he was well fed and clothed at all times and spending countless hours with the boy that she failed to spend with Hashirama, reading him a plethora of scrolls that bored the brunette to the core. It left Hashirama to play on his own, which wasn’t supposed to be the case anymore because Tobirama was to be his new playmate, the otouto that followed him everywhere and loved to play in the garden and get dirty! Every time Hashirama tried to roughhouse like he had seen other brothers do within the clan, mother or one of the house maids were upon them in a flash, scolding him thoroughly whilst plucking Tobirama up from the tatami floor with stern glares.

“What have we told you about playing roughly with Tobirama?! He-!”

“-can’t handle it!”

Yes, physically, Tobirama was quite feeble as a small child, but it was evident fairly on into his life that he was an intellectual prodigy in the making. The pair of them had been playing on the engawa with their mother hanging laundry nearby, Hashirama nursing a few bruises from training while he showed his otouto his newest technique for flower crowns. The one that had been present on his cheek must have caught the freshly turned six month old’s attention somehow because before the toddler realized what was happening, Tobirama was crawling towards him with worry in those vibrant merlot irises of his and much to Hashirama’s surprise, the baby jerkily placed a comforting hand over the aching flesh. It was only moments later that mother was upon them, a rare grin of admiring pride on her lips whilst she pulled a quiet Tobirama into her arms, cooing obsessively over how smart her little Tobi was and not paying a shred of attention to him. Such behavior only continued as Tobirama continued to grow, his otouto standing at the mere age of eight months while Hashirama had been eleven months, the albino’s first word of “Hashi” following just a short month later. While he should have been excited to have his otouto’s first word be his name, Hashirama hadn’t been able to stop the bitter jealousy filling his veins, such a feeling only increasing when mother praised the baby for his accomplishment.

Even with these feelings, Hashirama loved his otouto, his joy in spending time with Tobirama doubling when mother was nowhere in sight and he had the free reign to do as he pleased. Whenever he was free from training, such free time having steadily been shrinking following Tobirama’s birth, Hashirama was with Tobirama, telling him about his adventures with the other clan children or how father had been particularly rough during training that day. By the time Tobirama’s first year was rolling around, the pair of them were venturing the garden together and watching the koi play in the pond within their grandmother’s courtyard, Touka often joining them on their endeavors with her ever serious attitude. Moments spent cuddled together on hard nights when father made mother cry and bleed or with Tobirama riding on his back whilst they once again ran away from a flock of angry chickens ate away at the feelings of jealousy, the two of them slowly growing closer with the passing of time. Grandmother would call them two peas in a pod, a strange emotion in her eyes every time she uttered it, and how eager he had been to finally have the otouto that did as he did, not obtaining all of mother’s attention and being interested in following him wherever he went. They were exactly what Hashirama imagined when it came to being brothers, attached at the hip with a bond that could never be severed. His child self was too optimistic for the bloodthirsty world they lived in.

“Again!”

As the seasons changed and the two of them grew, Hashirama found his shinobi training intensifying, such changes becoming even more evident following his fifth birthday. Butsuma was a strict and unforgiving taskmaster, eager to tear Hashirama down at any given opportunity and never hesitating to beat him into a sobbing mess of quivering submission. Any time spent with Tobirama dwindled during this period of their shared lives, Butsuma having no interest in interacting with the bright eyed toddler that he steadfastly proclaimed was not his own blood, one of the many excuses he spouted endlessly when he beat their mother black and blue. Still, Hashirama found himself feeling unhappy and unfulfilled, never excited to learn how to properly throw a kunai or how to kill an enemy in one move; he would have much rather been playing with Tobirama and Touka or running through the woods in search of adventure, enjoying everything nature and the world had to give-.

“You stupid boy!”

A loud crack filled the air the moment the back of father’s hand struck Hashirama's left cheek, the force behind the strike sending his small and gangly self sprawling to the ground with a cry. In an instant, Hashirama moved to clutch the aching flesh within his palms, tears blurring his vision whilst he looked up at the monster of a man standing before him.

Senju Butsuma, in all his snarling glory, gazed at him with eyes identical to his own, a maddened rage consuming the clan head’s dark irises whilst he loomed menacingly above the young boy. “Tears are for the weak, Hashirama, and I’ll be damned if my heir is seen weeping like a goddamn infant! Get up!”

“I’m sorry, father! I’ll do better, I promise,” Unable to stop the tears from falling, a yelp escaped the five year old as Butsuma’s cold, calloused hand took hold of his arm, forcefully yanking Hashirama to his feet. “Let go, father! Please!”

“ENOUGH!” Butsuma’s free hand wheeled backwards for another harsh slap, the crazed clan head frothing at the mouth. With his body being held in place by the man’s tight grip, all Hashirama could do was screw his eyes shut and wait helplessly for the scarred limb swung to strike him once again.

*Shing*

“Argh!”

In a disorienting blur, the hand gripping Hashirama’s arm was gone, sending the five year old sprawling to the ground with a cry of surprise, roughly falling backwards onto the dusty training field on his behind. Dark eyes snapping open at neck breaking speeds at the sudden change, Hashirama hurriedly glanced around, only to see Butsuma clutching his right hand against his chest, the appendage weeping a steady stream of crimson from the kunai that was now lodged through his palm. Before Hashirama could even react, a small figure white as snow stepped between the two of them, their thin and gangly frame swamped in Hashirama’s hand-me-downs. What absolute terror filled his veins when his brain finally caught up with the situation set before him, to see two year old Tobi standing between him and Butsuma, arms spread out and feet parted in a protective stance, placing himself in the crossfire.

Only to add insult to injury, Tobirama in all of his craziness stood his ground against the man that was triple his height. “Leave anija alone!”

“Tobi no,” Hashirama moved to stand but it was as if time was in slow motion, reaching his hand outward to pull Tobirama away from harm.

Butsuma let out a growl of a monster, the aging brunette taking hold of the kunai’s hilt with murderous intent in those hellish eyes of his. “You little bastard, I’ll slit your throat-!”

Time slowed to a painful crawl as the man pulled the weapon from his palm and moved to step forward, wielding the kunai with the intent to kill Tobirama, sweet, brilliant Tobirama. He couldn’t let his otouto die-!

Protect otouto…

The kunai was within Tobirama's exposed throat when suddenly, the momentum behind Butsuma’s cowardice act came to an abrupt stand still and the air surrounding them grew silent. No one was able to speak, Hashirama and Tobirama out of shock but Butsuma? A thick branch gagged the monster of a human standing before them, vines wrapped around the horrified man’s limbs in an unforgiving hold of steadfast restraint. Hashirama had been unable to do anything but silently cry, something unfamiliar and powerful coursing underneath his skin as he had watched plants erupt from the ground beneath Butsuma’s feet and restrain the clan head in a matter of seconds, hand outreached and shaking.

“Anija.” His attention snapped to the left to see a worried Tobirama kneeling beside him, the toddler clearly having moved at some point in the chaos. Tobirama wasted no time in grabbing his extended arm with surprisingly gentle hands and lowering it into his lap, voice leveled and comforting to Hashirama’s ears. “You are safe, anija. I am here.”

That was the first of many times that Tobirama would step in-between their father and Hashirama. It was also the first time Hashirama’s mokuton awakened, a development that proved to be both a curse and a blessing for him over time. After that day, their father deemed Tobirama old enough to train much to their mother’s utmost displeasure, the woman pleading with Butsuma until a harsh slap silenced her pleas.

From that day on, the two of them were trained alongside one another and much to Hashirama’s gradual envious horror, Tobirama repeatedly proved himself to be the better shinobi in every way that matter. Ninjutsu, taijutsu, genjutsu, you name and Tobirama was excelling in it, his otouto facing Butsuma’s arduous training regiments and scathing words without a single tear and a kunai in hand. With the awakening of the mokuton, Hashirama’s training doubled and many times, he was forced to face Tobirama in combat practice, which almost always led to him collapsing in defeat and the albino standing victorious. Butsuma would verbally and physically beat Hashirama for every defeat he met at Tobirama’s skilled hands and every time his otouto stepped in to defend him, the boy would promptly be beaten as well. Every time this happened, Hashirama’s promise to his mother echoed loudly within his mind and his frustration with the younger boy would grow because he was the one that was supposed to be protecting, not Tobirama! His envy for Tobirama only grew when Butsuma would falsely praise the albino for his accomplishments to rub it in Hashirama’s face, and when their mother would coddle him with kisses and dusty scrolls and simply treat Hashirama’s wounds and hand him his study materials without a spoken word, her dark eyes conveying her desperation for him to do his work. Neither of his parents ever truly understood how hard school was for Hashirama, having been so full of energy and his attention so short that he was set up for failure from the very beginning, and neither were forgiving when they found him playing rather than studying.

“I paid for the finest tutors and what do you do?! Daydream and make flower crowns?!”

“Hashirama, please, just do your work! The faster you complete your lessons, the sooner you can join Tobirama and Touka in the courtyard-!”

While he knew their mother never meant to do it intentionally, her protectiveness over Tobirama would subtly place an ever growing wedge between her two eldest sons. Said wedge would grow larger with the arrivals of Kawarama and Itama, followed by Madoka’s birth and her and mother’s subsequent deaths, and Butsuma’s constant jeerings that seemed to always hit their mark no matter what Hashirama did to ignore it like Tobirama said to. His frustration and disdain for the war between their clan and the Uchiha grew with this wedge, Hashirama becoming far more resisting and combative because there was no point to the bloodshed the two clans were creating. He would complain to his otoutos about the stupidity of it all and all Tobirama would do is stare at him with suddenly unfeeling, dim merlot irises and tell him to be realistic and resume their training, settling his attention back on Kawarama and Itama’s stances. Tobirama had been the one to insist their two otoutos train so excessively, Butsuma watching on with feigned indifference while he watched his four sons fight one another in sadistic glee, and Hashirama did everything in his power to show the two young boys that the world had more to offer than crusty, old scrolls and war. Their opposing ideologies clashed far more often than Hashirama would care to remember, Tobirama acting if he was the all-knowing mother in a vain attempt to fill the hole left behind their poor mother and kami it angered Hashirama to no end, especially when Itama and Kawarama chose him over their eldest anija. At times, the envy Hashirama bore on his shoulders took shape in harsh words and brutal hits on the training field against the white haired boy; Tobirama, was a prodigy after all, he could handle himself in battle, even if the older boy accidentally snapped one of his bones amidst the chaos out of anger.

Their toxic relationship continued onwards as the war with the Uchiha worsened, Butsuma’s attitude following suit much to the four brothers’ chagrins simply because it meant even harsher training and far more beatings. Tobirama bore a brunt of the beatings by the age of nine and his twelve year old would keep his promise to their mother by healing the boy when his injuries were bad enough or when Butsuma took it a step too far. Aside from that, Hashirama lived out his days in search of some reprieve from the doom and gloom that came from the war and in that seemingly hopeless search, by the grace of the Kami, he came upon a raven haired boy skipping rocks on the opposite side of the Naka River.

Madara, as he would come to learn through playful teasing and mindless chats, was everything he had been looking for in those bleak days, their meetings being one of the few reasons Hashirama willingly rose from his futon every morning. They spoke about everything under the sun it seemed, from hobbies to their favorite foods, often skipping stones or adventuring up and down the Naka without a care in the world. Tobirama, ever the astute and nosy otouto that he was, of course had to notice the change in Hashirama’s overall attitude but much to his relief, the younger boy never had time to question him about it due to his mission load and his duties in the home. Hashirama would never openly admit it, but there were times that he thanked the Kami that Butsuma had saddled Tobirama with the responsibility of caring for Kawarama, Itama, and their household, simply because it meant he had more time to spend with Madara by the peaceful riverfront. Touka would berate him for abandoning Tobirama in said duties but such grievances disappeared from the front of his mind every time he saw Madara patiently waiting for him, that feigned look of indifference on the boy’s face. Outside of his studies, training, and the battlefield, Hashirama made himself scarce, aiming to avoid Butsuma’s foul temper and Tobirama’s nags in hopes of experiencing the freedom he had so desperately craved for years now. Then, in one of the worst battles between the Uchiha and Senju to date, Kawarama’s life was taken from them with the throw of a single spear and Hashirama could only wish he had spent more time with his otouto whilst he watched the dirt hit the surface of his brother’s far too small casket.

Kawarama’s death, no, murder , pushed Tobirama almost to the brink of madness and Hashirama could only watch on in silent, grieving aggravation as his otouto attempted to pretend he was smothering poor Itama in attention and protection like their mother once had done for the albino, yet he allowed Butsuma to speak so ill about his freshly buried son! Tobirama’s possessive behavior encouraged a wedge to appear between himself and Itama, the young boy clinging to Tobirama’s side like a leech instead of his like he should have, and all Hashirama could do was watch on in envious turmoil. Tobirama continued to be the perfect brother and the ever perfect cousin in Touka’s eyes, their lone surviving cousin looking down on Hashirama in disdain whilst placing oh-so-perfect Tobirama on a pedestal.

The same oh-so-perfect Tobirama who had garnered everyone’s attention on and off the battlefield, both good and bad, the one who seemed to slaughter countless lives without a single regret and carried on with blood soaked hands that dripped an endless trail behind him. His death count by the age of ten was in the hundreds and much to Hashirama’s utter horror, he followed every one of their father’s orders silently, cold and reserved like he had been since he was a baby.

“The wraith of the Senju, that is what your brother is, Hashirama-sama.”

“That thing is incapable of love, all demons are.”

“The only reason why I keep that demonic bastard alive is because of your continual failures, not only as a shinobi but as a man! A soulless, defective being serves as a better son than my own flesh and blood and all within the Land of Fire knows this!”

His friendship with Madara was the only thing that kept Hashirama sane in the months following Kawarama’s untimely demise. Topics of the world around them were banned and conversations about peace and harmony bore fruit between them, childish hope and fading innocence present. In a surprise show of emotion and vulnerability, Madara spoke of the people his family believed to be Amaterasu’s descendants, of how revered and well-loved the Blessed were because they were someone’s soulmate, of how he wished he could have been fortunate to have such a perfect person in his life. He had been so enraptured in the very idea of soulmates existing, Hashirama brought forth the question that would ruin everything.

“How do you tell the difference between who is a Blessed and who is not?”

Individuals born with skin and hair white as freshly fallen snow and eyes as red as spider lilies. Madara’s answer made Hashirama’s stomach curdle and his blood boil, his emotions clashing so dangerously within that he hadn't dared to speak in fear of saying something he couldn’t take back. He was forced to sit there and listen quietly as Madara went on and on about finding his Blessed, of meeting the one the Kami had fated him to fall in love with and take as his eventual spouse, someone that looked exactly like Tobirama. Hashirama never mentioned anything of Tobirama after that, refusing to even take the chance that Madara would discover that his otouto was one of his people’s sought after Blessed, that the boy was the one his best friend had thought about unknowingly for years. Tobirama had taken enough from him already, he wouldn’t allow him to take Madara from him as well.

Such a greedy mindset must have angered the Kami, so much that soon after the first anniversary of Kawarama’s passing, Itama joined their brother, mother, and sister in the Pure Lands. Itama’s death left the two remaining brothers broken and what little remained of Tobirama’s heart seemed to vanish from existence, the freshly turned eleven year old remaining silent in existential grief that couldn’t be remedied no matter what Touka and Hashirama did to do so. He was forced to watch perfect Tobirama slowly fall apart with each passing day and all Hashirama could do in his own grief filled mind was give the younger boy space to heal on his own. In his mourning of yet another brother dying, Hashirama numbly ventured to the river and Madara arrived not long after, and it was that day that they vowed they would create a place of peace and prosperity, a life in which their younger siblings deserved.

As their friendship continued to deepen and their training segments grew more advanced with every passing week, Hashirama found the will to at least attempt to salvage what little remained of his and Tobirama’s fractured relationship. The albino met him with initial skepticism but with time and smiles, the wedge between them shrank bit by bit; it had nearly been a decade since Hashirama could remember not feeling upset just by being in Tobirama’s presence. They trained together, ate together, soothed one another when the nightmares became too overwhelming, their relationship was finally what Hashirama had dreamed for all those years. Tobirama followed his lead and only corrected him when needed, acting as Hashirama’s rock and council in stressful times on and off the battlefield. Tobirama and him were finally brothers in more than just blood and how foolish he had been to believe that such developments had been without an ulterior motive.

Tobirama was Butsuma’s loyal, little soldier after all.

Within a day, a two year long friendship was burned to ashes, all because of his heartless monster of an otouto. Utilizing Tobirama as an innocent mean of spying on Hashirama, Butsuma learned of his friendship with Madara, and in turn came to know that the boy he met at the river was the eldest son of Uchiha Tajima, the clan head of the Senju’s mortal enemy. The truth of his best friend’s familial origins was something he had subconsciously suspected, seeing how Madara was able to use ninjutsu, genjutsu, and taijutsu, but seeing the truth set before him with Butsuma glaring at him and Tobirama hanging his head in submission like a dog made everything real. All of it turned to hell when Butsuma, in all his homicidal madness, ordered him to follow Madara and if he grew suspicious of Hashirama, to kill him, that very order sealing the fate of Hashirama and Madara’s friendship for good.

If Tobirama had just kept his damn mouth shut for once.

The next river rendezvous between Madara and himself was the final nail driven into the coffin that was his and Tobirama’s relationship, the hammer falling deafeningly against the head of the nail the moment Butsuma and the boy he once vowed to protect appeared with the intent to kill the Uchiha teen before them. Hashirama and Madara were forced to watch Uchiha Tajima and Izuna do the same, their father’s and brother’s blades meeting without mercy, the intent to kill their foe heady and suffocating. Then, without an ounce of regard or care for the children they brought into this world, each clan head threw their chosen weapon not at one another, but at the two young boys fighting below them. Both teens reacted without hesitation, neither wishing to witness yet another brother die even if there were misgivings between them, and the rocks they had once skipped out of play swiftly turned into weapons with a swift and precise flick of their wrists. Their dream died that day, as did their friendship, and with the awakening of Madara’s sharingan came the bitter reality of what Tobirama had done, of the utter betrayal he had committed simply because Butsuma had demanded.

It was that day that Hashirama silently decided he no longer had a brother, just a fellow Senju that lived under the same roof as him and fought alongside him. He played the role of the doting anija and once Butsuma was graciously killed, he wore the title of clan head to finally gain advantage over the boy for the first time since his birth all those years ago, something he wielded against Tobirama with ease. Yet, even with his harsh words and questionable actions, Tobirama stayed by his side and supported him, even drawing up extensively detailed blueprints for the village Hashirama continued to dream about night after night. A part of him had wondered whether how he treated his brother was wrong, that Tobirama perhaps had been conditioned into the mindless killer he had become, but every time Hashirama attempted to look him in the eyes, all he could see was the perfect shinobi he could never be. So, they lived with each other in tense but bearable conditions, which improved with the arrival of beautiful and graceful Mito, the Uzumaki princess being everything that Hashirama wanted, needed, and more. Better yet, she acted as the much needed buffer between the two Senjus, thankfully becoming one that assisted in dealing with Tobirama when he forgot to eat and sleep for days on end so Hashirama could tend to other matters.

Time flew by after Mito’s arrival in the Land of Fire and suddenly Hashirama was twenty-years old and facing off with Madara once again on the battlefield, their respective brothers having a battle of their own nearby. If they were truthful with themselves, everyone knew these battles were for show, used to continue on the war none of them wished for in hopes of the opposing side caving in and their clan reigning supreme. That specific day in history was the day that the tables of long winded fate were turned and the few embers of hope remaining within Hashirama’s heart grew into a fiery blaze, all because Tobirama had nearly spilt Uchiha Izuna’s blood on his already blood soaked hands but in a rare show of humanity, chose not. Tobirama’s actions that day set off a chain reaction amongst their peoples and as Hashirama sat across from Madara amidst peace concessions they both had longed for, a tiny part of him dared to acknowledge that the younger Senju heir had finally done something good in his life.

The Uchiha delegation's final requirement for concession, however, silenced that thought without hesitation. How could Madara want to marry Tobirama of all people, all because he was somehow one the “Blessed” simply because of his outward appearance?! Hashirama had tried to object, asking the Uchiha clan head whether this course of action was truly necessary, only for the bane of his existence to speak for him.

“We agree to the terms you lay before us.”

Just thinking about the moment made the hokage’s toes curl in disgruntled disgust, because how dare he steal Madara away again-?!

The sound of his office door slamming against the wall adjacent to it sent Hashirama flying upwards in surprise with a cry, the jarring feeling echoing through his right knee the moment it clashed mercilessly against the wood of his desk. Subconsciously moving to grasped the injury area whilst his mind reeled, Hashirama moved to see just who had been the culprit of the slamming of his door, only to see a tan hand marked in white scars come into his field of vision, calloused fingers unforgivingly grasping the collar of his hokage dress. The unexpected motion ripped a grunt from the hokage, Hashirama suddenly finding himself eye to eye with a seething Touka, his cousin’s dark eyes alight with barely contained rage.

“Where. Is. He?!”

Hashirama grimaced at the kunoichi frigid tone, trying to pull away from the woman in hopes of being spared from her unforgiving anger. “Touka! What are-?!”

“Don’t play dumb with me Hashirama,” Touka all but roared in face, pearly white teeth gnashed together with sharp canines out for all to see. “WHERE IS HE?!”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about!” In an act of primal instinct, Hashirama pushed his cousin away from himself, glaring at the kunoichi because what in the world was she talking about?!

His admission only seemed to worsen Touka’s ire, the fellow Senju stepping forward with her naginata primed and ready to strike. “Don’t play dumb with me, you-!”

“Touka.”

Manicured fingers curled around the width of Touka’s weapon, his beautiful Mito appearing in all her prim glory, face lacking any negative emotion and voice even-keeled as always.

“Mito, my sweet, thank goodness you’re here! Touka’s gone mad-!” A wave of relief swept over his confused person, Hashirama moving to embrace his lovely wife-.

Just mere inches away from wrapping his arms around the Uzumaki, Mito raised a hand of warning into the air, painted lips turnt downwards in utter seriousness. “We do not come here on a social visit, my husband. We are in search of Tobirama.”

The edges of his field of vision grew green with envy, his words dripping with jealousy as they slipped from his suddenly dry lips, arms falling unceremoniously at his sides, “Oh, is that all?”

Priming her naginata to strike once again, Touka took a threatening step forward with a deep snarl. “Is that all?! You bastard-!”

“Hashirama!”

In an instant, Hashirama’s attention was snapping over to the doorway of his office, his earth toiled irises meeting Madara’s charcoal ones, his best friend standing there with a hint of concern on his face. Behind him stood a weary Izuna and frowning Hikaku, the three Uchihas watching the scene before them unfold with cautiousness, Madara’s gloves hand clutching the doorway in a near death grip. “Where is he, Hashirama? Where is Tobirama?!”

Truthfully, the Uchiha clan head’s queries threw the Mokuton user off kilter. Wasn’t it just yesterday that Madara came to his office complaining of his brother’s poor decorum, expressing how stressful their arranged marriage had become for him?

“You! You have no right to ask where he is, you spineless bastard of a human!” Touka spun on her heel in a blur, projecting her rage onto the Uchiha without mercy. “None of you would be here if Mito and I hadn’t intervened and questioned you about Tobirama’s whereabouts!”

“You should be glad that we agreed to assist in your search for the Senju Demon! I only came along because the village’s peace treaty depends on this scam of an arranged marriage,” Izuna growled, the younger of the two Uchiha brothers glaring at the Senju kunoichi from his place beside Madara, Hikaku placing a stilling hand on the nineteen year old’s shoulder.

“That is enough, Izuna-sama,” Mito’s words silenced the boy in a second, the Uzumaki princess turning her scathing glance onto Izuna, deep plum colored irises swelling with concerned seriousness. “Now is not the time for petty arguments, nor name calling. If you truly wish to maintain peace amongst our peoples, you should learn to quell your hatred and listen for once. Such a change of behavior would do you some good.”

Mouth agape in surprise, the Uchiha teen could only stare at Mito whilst the woman moved to settle her unnerving gaze back unto Hashirama’s unsuspecting person yet again. “Hashirama, please tell us, where is Tobirama?”

“Why is there such an urgency to find him? Did otouto do something wrong again,” Hashirama wordlessly noted how everyone in the room tensed just a fraction, even Mito, the queen of prim, stoic perfection. Something was wrong, very, very wrong. “Mito, just what is going on?”

Her painted lips moved to speak, but as the first word began to slip out, Madara stepped forward with surprising steadfastness. “We believe Tobirama may have been injured. Upon entering his lab, your dear cousin and wife found it in disarray, as well as a pool of blood on the floor.”

“Hashirama!”

Glancing up from his current plant obsession of the week with a jump at the slamming of the screen door, Hashirama found himself meeting Touka’s panicked gaze, his typically stoic cousin clearly in distress. “It’s Tobirama, hurry!”

Out of nowhere, a teary-eyed Kawarama appeared, one small hand clutching onto the silky fabric of Touka’s kimono. “Father beat him, anija, he beat Tobi!”

Hashirama hadn’t realized he was running until his hand came to grapple the wood of the doorway of Tobirama’s room, dark eyes hurriedly searching the room’s contents until-. He thrust himself forward in a blur, Touka right beside him as they came to kneel at the bloodied, broken body of a contorted Tobirama, Kawarama yanking a sobbing Itama from their dying brother with desperate urgency. Ragged, wet breaths were the only thing that kept Hashirama from believing his otouto was already, his state of being lying only inches from death’s door. The younger boy’s legs were a sickening sight, his left tibia bent unnaturally underneath Tobirama’s battered skin; he nearly vomited at the jagged, alabaster bone jutting from the albino’s right leg, flesh torn and weeping thick rivets of crimson from the puncture wound.

Reaching out a shaking hand to cup Tobirama’s split skull as thick globs of salty tears began to pour down his tan face, all Hashirama’s voice could muster in his horror was a weak mutter. “Tobi, oh Kami what on earth did he do to you?!”

The pool of blood beneath the young boy’s body was a gruesome sight Hashirama knew he would never forget.

“What do you mean he may be injured? He was perfectly fine when I met him for his mission debrief this morning,” Hashirama cried, panic beginning to sprout within his chest, earth-colored irises snapping to the left to search his wife’s serious features. “Are you sure it’s even his blood?!”

“I am afraid so; the blood contained Tobirama’s chakra signature.” Mito refused to break eye contact with him, the redhead resting her hands upon his broad shoulders whilst she gifted him with an imploring look.

“That is why we must know, where is Tobirama?”

Tongue having suddenly grown heavy, Hashirama found himself stumbling over his words, the brunette unable to look away from his wife. “I-I, he requested to undertake an S-Rank assassination mission in Lightning Country and since he’s been instigating fights with Madara lately, I gave it to him, no questions asked so they could spend some much needed time apart! I didn’t know he was hurt-!”

“Whether you realized he was hurt or not means nothing now, Hashirama.” Mito’s manicured nails pressed into the muscled flesh of his shoulders, forcing him to stop mid-panicked ramble. “What matters is his time of departure and his target, nothing else. Now, when did he depart and who is his intended target?”

His target? Who was it again?

“Raikaku has been reported to be traveling throughout the steppes between here and Lightning Country,” Hashirama pointed to the map of the elemental nations set before the two brothers on his desk, gesturing to the unmarked territories marked on the general vicinity. “You are to observe first, and when you see the right moment-.”

Tobirama wasted no time in cutting him off, gifting him with a callous nod, far more stoic and aloof than he usually was. “Understood. I will not fail you, anija.”

Oh, fuck.

His chest grew heavy at the damning, frigid realization spilling into his veins, eyes growing wide and mouth going agape, desperate to deny the reality set before him. “There’s no need to get so upset, Tobi can handle himself after all-!”

Touka took another step toward him, dark eyes narrowed in impatient suspicion. “Where did you send him?!”

“He, he’s headed towards the lands between Fire and Lightning Country,” The Senju clan head wanted to vomit, his stomach thrashing madly within his core at soberly realizing he had sent his brother, his lone, remaining brother, whether he acknowledged him as one or not, to his possible death. Had Tobirama been injured like they said, and if so, why hadn’t he noticed-?

Gloved hands unforgivingly grasping the collar of his uniform jerked Hashirama from his spiraling thoughts, charcoal irises digging into his brown. Madara’s seething face was suddenly a mere inch away from his own, the Uchiha tightening his grip on Hashirama’s clothes whilst aggressively shaking his upper body. “Who is his target you, dimwit?! Who did you send Tobirama to assassinate?!”

“Raikaku, his target is Raikaku!”

The second the name of the Scribe of Raijin escaped him, he found his back meeting the wall with a jaw aching slam, uniquely patterned, swirling irises of scarlet and obsidian belonging to the one and only Uchiha Madara searing into his flesh. “What in the hell is wrong with you?! You and I both know that going after Raikaku without additional support is suicide! Are you trying to get your brother killed?!”

“Of course not! Don’t you think I told him the same thing?!” Grasping Madara’s wrist, the Mokuton user tried to shove his best friend away to no avail as he attempted (and failed) to provide logic to his decisions, the Uchiha’s grasp only tightening. “I tried to convince him to take Touka or Izuna with him but he wouldn’t listen! He just kept saying that he was fully capable and that he didn’t need to put anyone else he cared about in harm's way and then he left!”

“And you didn’t think to stop him?! You’re the goddamn Hokage, you imbecile!” Madara roared with a menacing scowl, Izuna and Hikaku rushing over to pull the frothing Uchiha off of Hashirama. “We all know that when Tobi makes up his mind, there’s no arguing with him! You of all people should know this, you’ve complained about it constantly!”

“Enough!”

“Quarreling amongst one another is going to do nothing in helping Tobirama-sama!” With a vicious tug of Madara’s arm, Hikaku placed himself between the two of them, the look on his face deadly as the jellyfish toxin Mito ingrained into the finishing of her senbon needles.

Touka gave a reluctant nod of agreement, pointing the blade of her naginata at the pair of them. “The Uchiha's right, we’re wasting time. We need to catch up to Tobirama before it’s too late. Now shut the fuck up, you pieces of shit!”

“For once, I agree with you, Senju,” Izuna quipped readily beside her, only to garner himself a threatening finger being pointed his way. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, you scheming weasel! Your treatment of my cousin is just as despicable as theirs and I’ll be damned if I don’t beat you within an inch of your life like you fucking deserve the moment Tobirama is safe!”

The threat promptly had Izuna shutting his mouth with an audible click, to which Mito took as a sign to speak. “If we have any hope of stopping Tobirama before he reaches Raikaku, we need to leave immediately.”

“Hikaku-san, Izuna-sama, you will remain here in the village in case a situation occurs. Touka, Hashirama, Madara-sama, and I will be pursuing Tobirama en route.”

Settling her damning plum irises on the three shinobi, the Uzumaki princess spoke like a true war leader. “Gather everything you will need for the journey ahead and rendezvous at the northeastern entrance within five minutes. Be late, and we will leave you behind.”

Madara let out a grunt, the Uchiha sending a poisonous glare towards Hashirama. “I will be ready in two.”

With that said, the dark eyed man disappeared in a flash of smoke and fluttering leaves, leaving the remaining five shinobi to their own devices. Izuna and Hikaku wasted no time in abandoning the office as well, shunshinning after Madara most likely, who was in the most peculiar of moods, even for the Uchiha clan head. Hashirama moved to speak with a solemn Mito, only for a seething Touka to block his path, his cousin glaring at him with fiery eyes. “If Tobirama dies because you, know that you’ll be the first one I’ll be killing, you being hokage be damned.”

“Touka, I’m-.”

“If you are done threatening my husband, dear cousin,” Mito sidled against Hashirama's right side, gifting the taller kunoichi with a warning glance. “You should be preparing yourself for the road ahead.”

“You’re lucky your wife is terrifying, Hashirama, or your ass would be mine. Remember that.” Sending one last glare his way, Touka pulled away and shunshinned with the swift signing of her hands.

“Hashirama.”

The twenty year old shifted his gaze downwards to meet Mito’s, the redhead meeting him with a face of little to no emotion. “If Tobirama does not return home with us unscathed, I will not stop Touka from beating you within an inch of your life.”

“Mito, I-!”

“Silence,” Hashirama paused mid objection, knowing far better than to test his wife’s patience. “I am thoroughly disappointed in you, husband. In fact, I am appalled by your behavior. I have every right to divorce you and remove Tobirama from your care, since you clearly care so little about him to begin with.”

Not waiting for Hashirama to respond, the Uzumaki kunoichi stepped away, her gaze never leaving his. “Ready yourself, we leave in four minutes.”

She was gone in a puff of smoke, the scent of sea salt wafting through the office air, leaving Hashirama to bear the weight of his mistakes all on his lonesome.

“You must promise me, Hashirama, that no matter what may occur between the two of you, you will protect Tobirama from harm. He will be your greatest ally and dearest friend, even in times of turmoil and strife, so you must take care of him and treat him well. Do you understand?”

“I promise mama! I’ll protect Tobirama, no matter what!”

The young man was unable to stop his stomach from heaving its contents outwards at the guilt-drenched memory, the burning bile scorching the inside of his throat with shame while he expelled what little remained of his breakfast in a nearby pot. After a few moments of unsuccessful dry heaving, Hashirama pulled away with a pant, wiping the bile coating his lips on the back of hand without a care in the world. He wasted no time in rising to his feet and stripping himself of his hokage attire, slipping his armor onto his shaking form and shunsinning to the northeastern entrance.

Hopefully the others would still be there when he arrived.

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tolsunflowerboi · 2 years

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@madatobiweek2022 DAY 7 - Free Day/The Moment They Knew

It was nearly time.

Over 8000 years he’d waited, had watched civilizations rise and fall, stars be born and die. He’d watched the other Gods fade, wasting away as their belief slipped through their fingers like water, nothing but dust among the stars.

But soon it would be over, all his patience come to fruit.

Soon.

Tobirama had 3 rules when it came to investigating ancient temples:

Don’t bleed on anything

Don’t break anything

Don’t read anything even vaguely ritual sounding out loud

So would someone please like to explain to him why he was currently running for his life, while the room behind him was crashing down around their heads.

“IT DIDN’T LOOK THAT IMPORTANT!” His brother wailed as he ran only half a step behind him, “I’M SORRY TOBI!”

A hand curled round his elbow, pulling him out the way as a heavy ceiling tile hit where he’d been just seconds before.

“LESS CRYING MORE RUNNING ANIJA!”

There was a loud laugh behind him, Tobirama glancing back to spot Touka and Izuna dodging falling debris, while Mito scowled at her fleeing husband. Of course the adrenaline junkies would find this fun, not like they could be crushed to death at any moment or anything.

Turning his attention back in front of him, he spotted an opening along the far wall. They hadn’t gotten that far in their exploration yet, before Hashirama had managed to bring the roof down. He had no idea where it went, only that it branched off downwards, further into the temple. Between the prospect of maybe death and certain death, Tobirama knew what he’d choose. Veering off to the right, he dragged Hashirama with him, hearing the others follow quickly, amidst panting and curses.

Tumbling through the doorway, Touka yanked on Izuna’s shirt, pulling him in just as the last of the ceiling collapsed, blocking up the door and causing the hall to fill with dust.

Coughing hard, Tobirama groped for his headlight, switching it on and blinking quickly. Eyes watery, he moved further down the corridor, sweeping the light down the stairs. At the end, just visible in the beam of light, looked to be an archway to another room.

Turning back, he watched as Mito hit Hashirama in the chest. “What did you even do?” She glared at him as she asked, swiping back a lock of hair that had come loose out of her face.

The man’s eyes widened as his shoulders drooped, looking for all the world like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“I just tried to move one of the slabs, it was covering up an inscription. I didn’t think it would bring the whole room down!”

The man looked miserable, and rightly so. They didn’t even know if there was a secondary exit to this place, and it seemed that their only option was to go further down. Either they died of starvation and/or dehydration while down in what was the equivalent of the temple’s basement, or they got very very lucky and found a viable exit further in.

A loud clap drew their attention to Izuna, “Welp, are we going down into the possible murder hole or what?”

Hashirama let out an offended noise, “It is not a murder hole, this is a temple-”

“That Snow White over there,” Izuna tipped his head in Tobirama’s direction, “deciphered was to an unknown war god. Who knows how these people worshipped them. Konoha as a whole was only discovered 2 years ago, we barely know anything!”

He had to admit, and he hated to do it, but Izuna did have a point. The Konohian civilization was so new, but they’d already discovered more sites depicting fights and war than anything else. It was entirely possible that they took part in ritual sacrifices, there was plenty of evidence of other, comparably modern civilizations, doing so, like the Mayans and Aztecs.

A hand caught Izuna’s collar, cutting him off mid argument with the older man, “Muder hole or not, it’s the only way available. So let's stop arguing and get moving shall we?” Touka jerked her chin in the direction of the stairs, eyebrow raised, waiting until both men nodded at her before starting down.

“Well,” Mito stepped into place beside him, following behind the others, “let’s look on the bright side, at least it doesn’t seem booby-trapped like the last temple we found.”

A click sounded below them, all eyes snapping to Touka who was at the last step, foot pressing into an indentation on the stone floor.

Tobirama whirled around to Mito, a betrayed look on his face.

“Mito, why?”

After the worst 15 minutes of their lives, the five of them finally came to a stop in a large, circular room.

Flying arrows, pit traps, pressurised acid and an honest to god spike trap at the end of one of the hallways were just some of the things they had dealt with. That none of them were dead or grievously injured was a gods’ damned miracle.

Beside him, Izuna was bent over, hands on his knees as he gasped loudly. “T-Time out, let’s just-just take a breather for a sec, yeah?” There were groans of agreement from Mito and Touka while Tobirama nodded his head tiredly. Even Hashirama was winded, breathing deeply as they took the chance to look around the room.

It was largely bare, with a smaller circular divot connecting the three, wide stone pillars holding up the ceiling. Etchings on the walls looked similar to the one they’d seen earlier, with a repeating mural appearing every two or so feet between them.

It was round, with an inner circle about half way from the centre point. Connecting to the inner circle were what looked like three outward facing commas, all an equal distance from one another.

Mito pressed her hand to one, rubbing her fingers together once she pulled them away, causing red dust to fall from her hand.

“They must have used a red pigment, none of the other stone has coloured dust like this.”

Tobirama hummed in acknowledgment, but most of his attention was taken by the large stone statue on the opposite side of the room.

It appeared to be male, and dressed in some kind of plate armour. Spiked, carved hair fell over one half of its face, while the other showed its eye, carved with the same pattern as the murals on the wall.

A metal basin sat at the statue's feet, likely copper given its colouring, that caught Tobirama’s attention. It was the first piece of metalwork they’d found so far, the rest of the temple seemingly made only from stone.

“So is this the mysterious god then? It definitely looks like a war god.”

Touka was right, the stone sword at the statue's hip, and what looked like an old fashioned gunbai on its back, made the statue’s depiction look dangerous.

“Looks like, I wonder what the bowl was for,” Izuna wandered closer to the copper basin, peering inside.He could hear Mito and Hashirama muttering about the inscriptions behind them “Maybe it’s a place for offerings?”

Tobirama was thinking the same thing, “Possibly.” He reached out with a hand, running it over the edge of the bowl only to jerk back with a curse, shoving his thumb into his mouth as a bead of blood ran down the side of the bowl and pooled at the bottom.

“Fuck”

The God's anticipation rose as he watched the mortals make their way through his temple. This was it. This was what he’d been waiting for. He monitored their progress, confidence growing as they spotted the doorway in the main room of the temple, descending further down after the entrance collapsed.

He helped them slightly as they triggered the waiting protections; just a drop of power, they were only mortal now after all. He didn’t want them to die. The God also couldn’t help but preen as they admired his statue, pleased at their attention to detail.

Despite that, he stilled as they approached him, watching eagerly as The Other reached out to touch him. He saw the blood drip down, feeling his power rise and swell at the offering and grabbed onto it. It was time.

He was free.

“Fuck”

Tobirama watched with despair as his blood hit the bottom of the bowl. Rule 1. RULE 1! It was his first rule and like an idiot he’d gone and broken it.

The blood started to hiss and steam in the bowl, jumping around from an invisible heat as three of them backpedalled away. The droplet rose in the air, rippling as it hovered over the bowl. Tobirama felt a hand grip his shoulder, Hashirama and Mito having made their way over to the rest of them as they stood back by the entrance.

As they watched, the blood droplet zoomed forward before suddenly stopping. It dropped from the air and hit the circular divot in the floor, rolling and expanding as it did until it filled it, connecting the three pillars in a circle of blood.

“Oh no,” Understatement of the century Tobirama thought, but Hashirama wasn’t finished yet, “this altar isn’t for worship, it’s for summoning.”

And summoning something it was.

Light began to pool between the pillars, growing brighter and brighter each second. Banging echoed around them like the pounding of drums, the scent of smoke and iron heavy in the air. The room got hotter as they staggered under the oppressive weight and heat of the air, eyes squeezed shut to ward off the blinding, pulsating light in front of them.

The pressure increased, stealing their breath and making their heads ring with pain, until everything simply, stopped. They felt their ears pop at the sudden silence, eyelids gone dark at the sudden lack of shining light.

Cautiously, Tobirama opened his eyes, needing to see just how big of a fuck up they’d made. Lifting his gaze, he jolted as he met bright, red eyes with spinning black tomes staring straight at him. A hand reached out, calloused and rough as it cupped his face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone just under his own red eyes.

“Hello Love. We’re finally together again.” The being’s lips pulled back, revealing sharp, white teeth. It should have terrified him, but nothing in Tobirama felt fear for the man. “I won’t let them separate us again, Love. Any of us.”

Tobirama felt the others shift behind him, pressing against his back in support as he stared at the being’s, at the God’s, face.

“Madara,” the name tumbled out of his mouth, strange and unknown and yet somehow Tobirama knew that was the God’s name. Somehow it made the God smile even wider, leaning in so it’s breath fanned over his face.

“Yes, I am. You don’t remember yet, but don’t worry. I’ll help you remember.” His lips pressed against his own, light and chaste, then gone as quick as they came. He pulled back, sweeping his gaze over the five of them, huddled on the ground like children. “All of you. And then we’ll take back our rightful place among the stars.”

#madatobiweek2022 #tobirama x madara #Uchiha Madara #senju tobirama #mito uzumaki #senju hashirama #senju touka #uchiha izuna #Free day #gods and mortals #ao3 #imma sleep for a week now

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tobiramamonmari29 · 2 years

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Tobimada

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Tobirama and Madara yelled at it with full lungs like all the times they argued so nothing new about that.

The others let them scream miserably at it Like animals. the men had a shitty character for one and for the other always right, so it didn't always fit.

Madara: IF I COULD HAVE DONE IT!

Tobirama: you don't know how to do it, you lack capacity... You don't think enough neurons.

madara: I AM A SMART MAN! TOBIRAAMAAA-KUN! you asshole go.

Izuna: Why are they arguing this time?

Toka: Apparently Madara had left to start something important.

Mito: and Tobirama saw fit to help him when he didn't need it... although that's not entirely true.

Izuna: Just for that?

Toka: You have to leave them, it's the best.

They nodded in agreement and left for another discussion, completely ignoring them this time.

madara: YOU DIDN'T NEED TO COME I MANAGE VERY WELL ON YOUR OWN

Tobirama: yes, yes, I thought I saw that but it's not the case.

Hashirama: we don't know how to silence them? They scare me more :').

Kawarama: I agree with my brother. and it's rare to fucking shut them up.

Madara: YOU ARE JUST AN ASSHOLE!

Tobirama: and here you are again insulting everything that can breathe and move, that's all you.

Madara: YOU LIE, WHITE BASARD!

the two men moved closer in their arguments until they were forehead to forehead, their breaths mixing with each other's proximity, their anger had not diminished even though one was calmer than the other.

Madara: I-

Toka: ENOUGH FOR YOU DE- huh? oh I-sorry you flirt...... Weirdly hum humtoka got up from his chair while slapping his hands on the table which the others but especially the two screaming men didn't expect them to kiss due to the blow Madara received when she got up to shout above the cries.

Madara: Uh.. I.

tobirama: you.. Hmm.

Madara: I have to go.

Tobirama: Yeah me too.

The two men left the room as quickly as possible, still blushing.

Mito: They won't argue for a while I think. Anyone want some tea?

kawarama: it's clear, we know the solution now. Thanks very much.

Toka: Yeah indeed.

They'll just have to make them kiss each other again if they come to do it again.

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#hashirama senju #oneshot #senju tobirama #yaoi #uchiha madara #madara uchiha #madatobi #tobimada #madara x tobirama #tobirama x madara #kawarama senju #Itama senju #Toka senju #izuna uchiha #Mito uzumaki

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Naruto Fic Rec

Fic that I read more than once,twice, thrice or more.

HashiMada:

Sugar on your lips (I'm addicted) by chidoried E Canon divergent/Founder's era/Fix-it/Hashirama is whipped Bottom Madara/One Shot Madara placed the sweet dango between his lips, not biting into it, just holding it between his lips and teeth, looking at Hashirama expectantly. The Senju swallowed thickly, leaning in and taking a bite, their lips brushing momentarily and causing a spark to run through his body. In which Madara has a sweet tooth and loves eating dangos and Hashirama might be a little too in love.

Alkahest by misbehavingvigilante M Canon Divergence/Angst with Happy Ending/Sibling Love/Izuna Lives/ TobiIzu/One Shot In which, Madara doesn't refuse Hashirama's offer after all and Izuna lives because of it.

Lost & Found series by Makkoska E and M Modern Setting/Past Drug Use/Past Alcohol Abuse/Self-harm tendencies/Social Anxiety/Smoking/Coming Out/Divorced Parents/Past Hashirama x Mito Madara starts a new life in a quiet little village with the help of an old flame

Breathless by PaddyChan E ♥♥♥♥♥ Founders Era/Canon Divergence/Slow Burn/Protective Hashirama/Izuna Lives/ 63 chapters Forced to abandon their friendship due to the endless war raging between Senju and Uchiha, Hashirama and Madara are now facing each other on the battlefield as leaders of their clans. In one reality Madara has to mourn his last remaining brother, before being ultimately defeated by the Senju leader and losing the trust of his people. In another one, the odds are even worse. However, when Madara faints on the battlefield, Hashirama finds himself unable to kill the man he once considered his best friend. With Madara on the verge of dying, Hashirama decides to take matters into his own hands. And maybe, a single change is enough to steer fate into a different direction.

Adore by midnightfeast T Modern Setting/Pre-Relationship/One Shot “I don’t even know about your first kiss. How have I never asked you this before? Was she pretty?” Oh, he had asked countless of times, but Madara had been skilled enough to deceive his efforts. For some reason, tonight was different. Tonight, Hashirama would not let him get away with deception. Maybe it was the alcohol, probably the raw emotions of a hurting and bleeding breakup that had Hashirama turn onto all-fours and crawl towards Madara with piercing eyes and under that intense gaze, Madara heart started to race. “Or was it a man? You know I don’t care.” Or: Closing in on thirty, Madara is convinced that he'll live the rest of his life as an unkissed virgin, because there is only one person he wants. After another break-up, Hashirama finds himself on Madara's carpet, drunk and curious.

Out of Time by Mari_Kel M ♥♥♥ (WIP) 57 Chapters Time Travel/Genin Era/Team Yamato-Freeform/Fluff and Angst/Friends to Lovers/Uchiha Madara-centric/Senju Hashirama-centric/Canon Divergence/PTSD/Team as Family/Found Family/Not Canon Compliant/Mental Health Issues Sarutobi Hiruzen was a smart man. He was the third Hokage of the Hidden Leaf, star pupil of Senju Tobirama, hailed as the second God of Shinobi, and master of ten thousand jutsu. But, as he stares down at the result of the latest botched space-time jutsu, one taken from the Nidaime’s Forbidden Archive and modified by Hiruzen himself, he wonders how smart he really is to have something backfire this badly. Because there is a tiny, angry, twelve-year-old Uchiha Madara with only one-tomoe sharingan, yelling and brandishing a kunai at him. And clinging to Madara’s arm is an equally tiny Senju Hashirama, shaking and alarmingly pale. Hiruzen closes his eyes and sighs. Truly a smart man. OR: The one where Yamato gets his own rather unique genin team comprised of a ghost, a god, and an assassin, and the timeline will never be the same.

TobiIzu:

Keep You by midnightfeast E ♥♥♥ Modern Setting/Friends with Benefits To Lovers/Smut/One Shot Unfortunate really, that Tobirama just had to go and be sweet and kind to Izuna’s cat, because then Izuna had to develop feelings for the man that was meant to be nothing more than his booty call. (I saw a reddit post or tumblr post similar to this ages ago and couldn't stop thinking about it, so I had to write a story for it. Unfortunately, I can't link the source of inspiration, because I can't find it. If you see it, please tell me.)

Don't leave me hanging by AlismaeGullran G There was only one bed/Getting Together/Pining/Canon Divergence There was only one bed, which makes room for confessions.

My rival, My friend by AlismaeGullran T/G Series 7 Work ♥♥♥ Founders Era/Fluff/Sick Fic/Past Child Abuse/Mention of Child Abuse/Hurt-Comfort/Angst with Happy Ending This is my collection of TobiIzu stories. These are all set in the same AU.

Seducing Tobirama by Phlebas T/M/E Series 6 Work Pre-Slash/Warring States Period/Mutual Pining/Uchiha Izuna Lives/Discussion of Canonical Child Death/Smut/Bottom Izuna Seducing Tobirama is harder than Izuna thought it would be. Loosely linked short fics in the same AU, all of which are inspired by the art of Junsui

A Soft Green Glow by Sharkseye M 47 ♥♥♥ Altered Mental States-due to blood loss/Pre-Slash/Canon Divergence/Pre-canon Returning from an ambush that killed his entire team and near fatally wounded him, Izuna finds himself followed by an enemy far more dangerous than the ones he left behind. Even if he makes it back to Uchiha lands, he'll be killed long before help can arrive. That is, if the blood loss doesn't get him first. ~*~ The title of my notes on this is 'Tobirama Escorts Izuna Home'. That's it, that's the story. Due to popular demand, there is now a second chapter!

My Nemesis my only Friend by Eisengrave, Maelikki, selwyn E 47 chapters ♥♥♥

Warring States Period/Fix-it/Somebodylives-somebody not/Slow Build/Pining/Uchiha Izuna lives/TobiIzu centric Hashirama saved Izuna and Madara agreed to peace. Konoha is standing on its new foundation, resting on the shoulders of two giants. But where does that leave their loyal shadows? The little brothers that swore themselves to the way of war? What good are their sharp edges when the world wants to learn to be soft? Who would understand that it's not so easy to let go of living your life in ever-present readiness to fight, to kill? [despite this vague summary this is actually very much a fix-it for the Founder's era. Izuna lives. The Shinobi Wars sort of don't happen. Sort of. Everyone lives. Hashimada is canon. Couple of OCs kicking around to fill the background.]

Curious affections by taedislumina T ♥♥♥ Modern setting/Slight NSFW/One-shot "what made you fall in love with me?" in which Izuna begs a daunting question at 2AM, Tobirama opts to humour him, and both are entirely captivated with eachother.

Mission accomplished by obitoforpresident E Friends to Lovers/Alcohol/Smut/Fluff and Smut/Dubious pinching of cheeks/One-shot But seriously- how many nights was he laying wide awake on his tatami mat because he was dreaming of the white-haired Senju? He dreamt of holding his strong hands in his, of being in his arms, cuddling and most importantly - kissing. It were too many years of suppressed feelings, but Izuna didn't have the guts to say something to the other man.

Masks I wear by Kamaleen E 3 chapters Alternative Universe- Werewolf/Alpha Beta Omega/Sexual Content/Mpreg “Good afternoon,” Tobirama replied. The white-haired alpha then turned halfway, gesturing toward the manor. “It’s a pleasure to have you here.” Izuna tried to smile back at the sentence that sounded like it was forced. He knew he shouldn’t take this to heart, but he did, and it hurt.

ObiKaka

Cause we mermaid for each other by obitoforpresident E ♥♥ One-shot/Modern setting/Getting Together/Fluff and Smut/Porn with feelings/Bikers “Hi,” a deep voice rumbled directly into his ear and Kakashi leaned sideways. “Wanna get a drink back at my place?” Kakashi raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of his beer before answering. “Why should I? We’re already at a bar.” The man beside him sputtered and curiosity go the best of Kakashi. He turned his head, his gaze roaming over the broad form beside him. Messy black hair, broad shoulders clad in an Akatsuki leather jacket, and full lips were pulled into an adorable pout.

A night to remember by Anonymous E One-shot/Alpha Beta Omega/Alpa Uchiha Obito/Omega Hatake Kakashi/Dirty Talk/Camboys In which Kakashi had a one night stand and realized a week later why the guy seemed familiar.

Steal me with a kiss by strangelights E Modern Setting/Morning After/One-shot/Identity Reveal/Childhood Friends/Friends to Lovers/Idiots to Lovers KakaObi Week Day 6: Indigo | Reunited | Enemies to Lovers

Falling Stars by MareNubium E 25 chapters ♥♥♥♥♥ I read this like five times minimum and I still crying while reading it. Beautiful,masterpiece. If I read it again in the near future you would catch me still crying over it. It's chef kiss.

Modern Setting/Angst/Self-Harm/Minor Violence/Recreational Drug Use/Friends To Lovers Obito only has one goal, to graduate and then leave the god forsaken town for good. All those faces, the judgmental eyes, the laughter, the ridicule, years of pretending they don’t affect him, he’s absolutely sick of it all. He wants nothing more than to leave that miserable place controlling his every will. That is until he meets Kakashi, a boy whose world is more than meets the eye.

Turn The Page by ASchwartz33 T 3 chapters ♥♥ Canon divergence/Hatake Kakashi needs a hug/Kid Hatake Kakashi/Adoption/Found Family/Jiraiya adopts Kakashi/ Uchiha Obito Lives A gift for @AdolescentLycan for The Flying Thunder God's secret Santa exchange on discord! Jiraiya finds out that Kakashi has been left alone, and intervenes to change the course of Kakashi's life forever.

Your Scent by Primerose_Wool M One-shot/Romance/Fluff/Minor character death/Getting Together/Fluff and Angst/Canon divergence In which Kakashi loves Obito’s scent and will not stop sniffing him throughout the years.

The world, through your eyes by kyasuu 5 chapters (WIP)♥♥ Hurt-Comfort/Dimensional Travel/Unhealthy Coping Mechanism/Unhealthy Relationships/PTSD/Implied-Referenced Suicide/Suicidal Ideation In one world, Uchiha Obito died saving Hatake Kakashi during the Kannabi Bridge mission, and came back as a vengeful specter decades later. In another, he was a second too slow. In both worlds, Team Minato came home one crucial member short. Kakashi finds himself in another world where his team is alive, Konoha remains undestroyed, and the shinobi world approaches tentative peace with Minato spearheading the effort as the Yondaime Hokage. It's in that moment that he knows for certain: it should've been him under that boulder. But no world is perfect. Kakashi might think this is as close as it gets, but, assuming this is reality and not the Infinite Tsukuyomi, there's always a catch. And he's right. (Or: Kakashi loses to Obito during their fight in the Kamui dimension. He wakes up in a world that's too perfect to be his own.)

The red means i love you by khalas E ♥♥ All work of Khalas is a masterpiece! Angels&Demons AU/One-shot/Fallen!Angel Kakashi/Serial Killer!Obito/The lines between worship and obsession are blurred/Dark/Obito victim's are implied to be human sacrifices “Tobi,” the man’s voice breaks as he struggles to speak through a mouthful of blood and loose teeth. “You’re Tobi.” Tobi. His daughter’s imaginary friend. Not quite imaginary, no, not with those leather-clad fingers forcing the man’s jaws apart to see blood spill from the gashes in his cheeks.

I sent her back to her boyfriend with my handprint on her cheeks by khalas E ♥♥♥♥♥♥ (WIP) I fucking love this!Like I already reread this a dozen times. College/University AU/Slow Burn/Mentions of harrasment/Friends to Lovers/Size Difference/Possesive!Obito Years ago, if anyone had asked Obito to describe a typical Friday night, he'd have spent hours talking about the time he'd gotten into a fistfight with the school's mascot over the last gas station sushi roll. Now, stuck at home because he'd promised to babysit Kakashi's pet fish, he realizes — He's fucking whipped.

House of cards by khalas E ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 11 chapters The first fic I read from khalas and I was sold. Like when I finished I needed to reread again. Fuck it's dark and amazing,and of course made me cry, but like OMG. Screaming and kicking my legs :D Modern Setting/Detective!Obito/Detective!Kakashi/Gang!Akatsuki/Violence/Possessive!Obito/Rough Sex/Each chapter comes with it's own tw Dark like dark dark. The house always wins.

pacifist by khalas E (WIP) ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ This is part 2 of House of Cards sadly it's only 1 chapter and work in progress. Looks like nobody know what happened/how are khalas so I just hope they're okay.

pork soda by khalas E ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 10 chapters I'm not saying anything new, it's khalas it's amazing. I love it, reread it like a hundred times. Chef kiss! Modern Setting/Doctor!Kakashi/Street fighter!Obito/Self destructive behavior/Lots of violence Obito’s memories are fading, day by day. Yet, the one person he wants to forget seems to be the only thing he can remember anymore.

hot sugar by khalas E ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ 6 chapters Am I going to put in all of khalas fic? Maybe, cause all of them are awesome. College/University AU/Modern setting/TA!Kakashi/Athlete!Obito/Possessive!Obito Five times Obito embarrasses himself in front of his TA, and the one time he doesn’t.

ShikaNeji:

Shadows Dancing in the Moonlight by -catalyst (xo_thefirst) G/T series 3 work Canon Divergence/Post-war/Slice of Life/Fluff/Getting Together this is where i'll be collecting all my shikaneji works :)

Liquid Copper by saturnsmoontitan T 2 chapters Emotional Hurt,Comfort/Implied-Referenced Sexual Harassment/Set during the time skip Shikamaru wasn't entirely sure how the five of them got onto the topic of Neji's missions, but it sure sobered him up quick. or Shikamaru coming to terms with how he feels about Neji after the freshly promoted Jounin comes home and talks about some... incidents during his mission.

Ripple Series by KamiKo T/M series 3 work Slow Burn/ Protective Uchiha Sasuke/ Hurt-Comfort/Friends to Lovers/Falling in Love/Anbu Hyuuga Neji/Implied-referenced Rape-noncon/Homophobic Languages/Explicit Sexual Content/Canon Adjacent The progression between Shikamaru and Neji was persistent, but leisurely and yet still somehow they had missed the turning point. //A three-part ShikaNeji series//

The Way Thing Are by Aini M 32 chapters Written in 2008 Neji's forced to take Hinata's spot in an arranged marriage after his cousin runs away. How does the Hyuuga deal with the problem?

The Box by LaughingFreak G One-shot/Family/Father-Son Relationship/Loss Its spring cleaning and while Shikadai is forced to help he finds out more about his dad than he thought he would.

A Downward Spiral by daniwritesattimes E 85 chapters Friends with Benefits/Implied-referenced child abuse/Depression/Oral Sex/Sex/Smut “You feel like kissing yet?” Neji froze at the question. He felt a burn in his face as he looked to Shikamaru questioningly. “You know? Because of the lovey get-up?” The Nara was poking fun at the slow ride of the deemed cave of love. Neji sank a bit further in his seat. The boy had too much control over him. The fun part was that Shikamaru had no idea.

A Preference by daniwritesattimes M 21 chapters So, say Shikamaru and Temari’s marriage was failing and Shikamaru met a very nice man at the market. Yeah...

SasuSaku

Pretty Little Things by LilAnnieSunshine T Romance/Love/One-shot/Canon divergence "Let her go.” Sasuke said, fighting off the pain of his broken wrist as he stood up shakily. Sakura couldn’t be more than twenty feet away from him, but he knew Itachi could end her before he even took a step. She might as well be thousands of miles away for the good he could do her. “She doesn’t have anything to do with this.” What if Sakura had come across Sasuke's fight with Itachi the day Itachi returned to the village?

of flirting and domesticity by chidoririi G One-shot/Married Life/Newly Weds/Snippet/Fluff/Headcanon Sakura's hair has gotten long and Sasuke finds out that he doesn’t like it.

The Exit Wound by LilAnnieSunshine T Domestic Fluff/Fluff and Angst/Canon Backstory/Protective Uchiha Sasuke "His girlfriend’s skin is practically flawless compared to most ninja. He knows it’s not a reflection on how challenging her battles are. She’s a medical ninja, so she’s usually treating others, not fighting. She’s also an expert at healing her own wounds, so scars aren’t usually an issue. Furthermore, when she does see combat, she can beat just about any enemy without lifting a finger. Whoever did this was not only a skilled ninja, but had a medical background as well. " Sasuke sees Sakura's scar from her battle with Sasori for the first time. He also learns that she was the one who killed the Akatsuki member, not Naruto or Kakashi. He's in awe of his wife. Written for Day 13 of SasuSaku Month. Prompt: "Battle Scars." Written late because time means nothing.

TobiMada:

War In Times of Peace by raendown E 42 chapters Arranged Marriage/Slow Burn/Bottom Madara/Uchiha Izuna Lives Not all wars are fought on the battlefield. Some are fought at the conference table, with whispers in the shadows, or even in the bedroom. In a world where the Senju and Uchiha traditional lands were too far apart to have ever made them enemies, Butsuma and Tajima are the ones who come together and sign a treaty of peace. Madara isn't happy to have his life signed away for him in a political marriage to strengthen the bond between their clans. He is even less happy to have Tobirama make assumptions of him from their very first night together. What follows from there is a journey of healing, of learning, and finding the places to belong in the places least expected.

To plead with Time by midnightfeast T/E series 2 works Family/Grief-mourning/Fluff/Modern Setting/Bottom Madara “Oh, you can also relay my admiration. His insults certainly are creative, some may call it a touch of genius.” He turned a page in his still open file and pulled out a lined paper with finely written phrases that he slid to Madara. “I collected his… most accomplished concoctions.” Or: Madara is called to a teacher-parent talk about Izuna's open aggression towards his new chemistry teacher Tobirama Senju

Amaranthine by Blackberreh M (WIP) 9 chapters Time travel/Fix-it/Panic Attacks Everything about Madara just felt... different. Something had happened, and Tobirama was going to find out what. Madara was being kind to him. That just wouldn't stand. But then again, Tobirama's always been able to adapt well to change.

Gave you my heart by aurora_nuova M Modern Setting/One-shot/Fluff At last, the door opened after his fourth, very annoyed attempt. “Hashirama! Who lets their supposed best friend wait this long outside in those freezing temp—“ He startled and threw the sleepily scrunched up, very pale face which greeted him a thoroughly confused look. “You’re not Hashirama.” “Clearly,” the albino yawned out in amusement as he leaned against the half open door, only to squint at the lights outside on the porch with a scowl. If Madara weren’t in such distress, he might’ve found it cute even.

This is all I can think of now ♥

#naruto #hashimada #tobimada #sasusaku #obikaka #shikaneji #tobiizu #fic rec #naruto fic #hashimada fic #obikaka fic #tobiizu fic #shikaneji fic #tobimada fic #sasusaku fic

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doeinstinct · 1 year

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my silly little projects

fics

Fake It 'Til You Make It - (1/?) modern fake engagement au

until i bleed out - (multi-chap) time-travel fix-it fic; tobirama-centric, endgame mdtb, tobirama goes back to the moment just before he kills izuna after edo tensei to do things differently

Let's Not Overthink It - (multi-chap) crack-treated seriously ninja magic mpreg fic ft. hokage madara

Call Me Lovely - (multi-chap) stripper/dancer!tobirama x lonely rich guy madara aka the accidental sugar daddy au courtesy of fennign

Just Because I Can - (multi-chap) mafia boss tobirama x struggling student madara; darker sugar daddy au

Hell Hath No Fury - (oneshot) possessive omega!tobirama x oblivious alpha!madara

Instinct & Intuition - (oneshot) non-traditional omegaverse where tobirama finds madara in a compromising position

Can You Hear Me? - (oneshot) divorce au (lmao)

Say You Won't Let Go - (oneshot) HoH tobirama on a mission with madara

Full Throttle - (oneshot) former F1 driver madara has to retire due to injury

with all my heart and soul - (oneshot series; currently 15 fics planned) enemies with benefits mdtb omegaverse extremely rated e, omegaverse at it's most unhinged (+hashiizumito)

draws

i ❤️ sluts (madara & obito)

bowser meme (team 7)

here we go again (hashirama & madara)

barbie meme (chunin kakashi & obito)

fic covers (4)

tobirama tattoo designs

mdtb family photo

mdtb omegaverse

blind!tbr x normie madara

f1!mdr & tbr

pokemon trainer au

like an angel without wings (t!mito & t!madara)

t4t mdtb

founders pride lineup

tfem!mito (spicy)

tobirama in a maid outfit (but make him daddy about it)

gdadbod tbr having a teaparty with his granddaughters

pregnant tobirama propaganda

just a living list of all the things i'm cooking up in my state of pure degeneracy

#jdprojects #listen when i actually write it all down it reminds me that i'm not normal about these old men #but that's okay #who wants to be normal anyway

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hatredcurse · 2 months

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ROLEPLAY HISTORY!

The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!

CURRENT MUSE/S :

Naruto: ( Sasuke, Madara, Obito, Hikaku, Izuna, Itachi ) Uchiha, Tobirama Senju, Suigetsu Hozuki, ( Nagato/Pein, Mito ) Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake, Kisame Hoshigaki, Orochimaru, Mitsuki

TGCF: Qi Rong, He Xuan/Ming Yi, Ling Wen

MDZS: Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang, Wen Ning

WANT TO WRITE :

Armored Core 6: V.IV Rusty, V.II Snail, G5 Iguazu, V.VIII Pater

Final Fantasy: Cloud Strife, Genesis Rhapsodos, Vincent Valentine

Elden Ring: Messmer, Miquella

HAVE WRITTEN :

Transformers: Shockwave, Soundwave, Megatron (All TFP, Aligned, IDW2005), Pharma (IDW2005)

Hellsing Ultimate/Impure Souls: Integra Hellsing, Seras Victoria, Enrico Maxwell

X-Men: Magneto/Erik Lehnsherr

Supernatural: Dean Winchester

Gundam SEED: Athrun Zala, Rau Le Creuset

WOULD WRITE AGAIN :

Probably anyone, tbh, given the community for it.

Tagged by: Stolen Tagging: You, if you want it.

#ooc #|| I should probably have a multi-fandom blog but I am lazy.

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nogyojutsu · 6 months

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Hashirama

Sudden Oak Death

Bell Swamp Connection

Never Quite Free

New Monster Avenue

Song for Lonely Giants

Whole Wide World

Neon Orange Glimmer Song

Alpha Double Negative: Going to Catalina

Alabama Nova

New Britain

Island Garden Song

Hand Ball

Alphabetizing

Two Thousand Seasons

Sun Song

Cold Milk Bottle

Madara

Dark in Here

Lovecraft in Brooklynn

Love Love Love

Song for Lonely Giants

In Corolla

Heel Turn 2

Sendero Luminoso Verdadero (🤏)

Sept 16 Triple X Love! Love!

Californa Song

Nine Black Poppies

Masher

Down Here

Baboon

Jaipur

Oceanographer’s Choice

International Small Arms Traffic Blues

Trick Mirror

Cry for Judas

Diaz Brothers (uchiha bros)

Going to Malibu

Tobirama

Tidal Wave

Cotton

Antidote for Strychninne

Bad Doctor

Half Dead

Sept 16 Triple X Love! Love!

Prana Ferox

Pure Money

Snow Owl

West Country Dream

Ontario (cope)

Elijah

Old College Try (mdtb)

Water Song I & II

Until I am Whole

Transcendental Youth (senju bros)

Izuna

Mosquito Repellant

Wolf Count

If You See Light

Resonant Bell World

I Know You’ve Come to Take my Toys Away

Waving at You

Song for the Julian Calender

Baboon

As Many Candles as Possible

Diaz Brothers

Mito

The Lady from Shanghai

Cobra Tattoo

Cold Milk Bottle (w Kurama)

Going to Kanas

Onions

@evilkitten3 I wrote this in 2022 when obsessively going through each album. I cannot explain my reasonings for most and its just founders era. But god loves all niches.

#sharing re: your recent posts!

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luchicm04 · 2 months

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lost in the forest masterlist

Summary: At first Karen thought she got lost walking a beautiful path during a tour she had signed up for long ago. Being a department leader, whose vacations were difficult to get. However, one detour... one bad turn or who knows what happened made her end up surrounded by a group of dangerous men. The good part is that they aren’t members of any gangs or known group, but ending up kidnapped and forced to live among strangers wasn’t the way she thought her ecotourism would end, much less discovering that they are shinobis. How did she end up in some sort of feudal Japan? What are shinobis and clans? It seems familiar but... from where? She had heard those words before. Uchiha and Senju...

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Original Female Character

Tag: #lost in the forest fic

posted on ao3

Warnings: canon-typical violence, mature language, adult content, found family, time skips, fluff, angst, character death, implied rape, kidnapping, suicidal thoughts, sexism, PTSD, manipulation, cultural shock, tags to be added

All characters belong to Naruto and the ocs to the original author of this work, who allowed me to translate it.

CHAPTERS:

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

part eleven

part twelve

part thirteen

part fourteen

part fifteen

part sixteen

part seventeen

part eighteen

part nineteen

part twenty

part twenty-one

part twenty-two

part twenty-three

part twenty-four

part twenty-five

part twenty-six

part twenty-seven

part twenty-eight

part twenty-nine

part thirty

part thirty-one

part thirty-two

part thirty-three

part thirty-four

part thirty-five (WIP)

OTHER STUFF

Cover art

Memes

AI generated art

AI generated art pt. 2

Playlist

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bitchbot3000 · 8 months

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✨ Fic Authors Self Rec ✨

Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass this onto other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Thanks @firecoloredwater for the tag 💜 Tbh, I'm still trying to be more active on tumblr but I'm not very good at it, so if I end up tagging people who've already done this, we'll just pretend I didn't 😌 @silverutahraptor @insomnikat-mused You're up next?

Now, on to the recs...

A C I D U L A T I O N

Megumi / Sukuna | Explicit

This fic feels a little weird for me, I can't get a clear view of it because I wrote it over a space in time where I felt like something was changing in the way that I write (still in it, tbh), but there are parts of it I'm really in love with, even if there are a few that feel iffy as well.

Zen’in Megumi is an amusement. Something to toy with; twist and squeeze and bend until he breaks. He is also a threat, a rare and sincere one, and the thought of what he might become—more than just promise, more than potential, more than the mere possibility of being brought to heel—is perhaps the most tantalizing idea Sukuna has come across in all his years spent languishing amongst the chaos he creates. Unfortunately, something still holds Megumi back. Or rather, he still holds back something within, and Sukuna cannot fathom why he allows himself to go to such waste. Megumi breaks the monotony of Sukuna's lifestyle of lavish violence with his potential to become a worthy opponent. Sukuna will see that said potential is realized for the sake of his own amusement, and wring whatever else he can from Megumi in the meantime.

W H I R L W I N D S

Hashirama / Mito | General

Okay, honestly, this fic was SO outside of my typical box. It's sweet, it's soft, it's not explicit in the least, and it's canon abiding! And yet? It turned out to be one of the most naturally flowing things I've ever written. It was for an event that had a limited word count, so in retrospect, there are a few things I'd like to let breathe more, but it's not the end of the world, I'm still very happy with it.

Mito’s mother has been gone nearly a month. When she returns home, she returns with many stories to tell of the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Hope colours more of her words than Mito might have expected for a land so recently war-torn, and when she dismisses everyone from their company for evening tea and hands Mito a scroll sealed with the stamp of the Leaf, she understands that it was for her own sake.

N O W A N D F O R E V E R

Aemond / Lucerys | Explicit

I fell into and back out of this fandom at light-speed which is probably for the best cause honestly, it looks like a hot mess, HOWEVER, I'm very glad I wrote this first. It's horny, the writing flows well, and it has incest! What more could you want?

All his life, people have looked at Lucerys and seen only what should be, rather than what is. Here and now, he can choose what others will see when they look his way.

M O S A I C E Y E S : R E M I X E D C 1

Fem!Izuna / Tobirama | Explicit

A few of you have probably read Mosaic Eyes, the Remixed series is essentially a series of unconnected "alternative" chapters, each written as if a scenario from Mosaic Eyes had taken a different turn. The first chapter was a total indulgence in making Tobirama the worst version of himself that exists in my head, and I've always been very pleased with how it turned out. He's a HUGE bastard. Enjoy.

“I think,” he crouches in front of her, takes her jaw in hand and squeezes until he can feel the bruises blooming under her skin, “that before you are your brother’s sister, you are my wife. You can scream from the rooftops that your husband has violated you and be ignored. You are my property to do with as I please, have no delusions about that. Your brother may take issue, but so long as you are alive and in my hands, there’s little he can do without risking you and your life is the one thing he will not take action against.” “You would ransom my life to continue raping me?” “I would have a wife who behaves as one.”

U N B O U N D S E R I E S

Multi | Explicit

Alright, last but very much not least, this series is my baby. Which does make it a little bit insane that I haven't published anything for it in about a year and a half.

When Naruto ended, I hated the epilogue, and I spent years afterwards considering what might be a more fulfilling ending for the characters. Eventually, this series took shape and I ended up with an outline totalling about 60k (rip). I wrote the first part, published it, and then life happened.

Now, I'm actually pretty glad for the delay, because the story definitely lacked direction and depth and it was going to be way too long for those not to be staples. I've done an unreasonable amount of revision to the outline, and I'd like to revise part 1 a little bit as well, and then get back to writing this in the new year once all of my other WIPs are done and dusted.

When the chaos of war has abated and the dust settles, there's nothing left but rubble and ash. All they can do is rebuild. A large-scale alternative epilogue.

#fic rec #chirpchirp

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sjhanny2000 · 1 year

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Hidden Within the Arrangement (8/?)

A/N: Happy holidays folks, I come bearing a gift of angst AND fluff?! This chapter has definitely been the most difficult one to write so far and while, I'm not completely happy with the outcome, I hope you guys will still be able to enjoy this extended part of the story. I'm finally introducing a long awaited character so here we go!

Warning(s): mentioned/referenced couples violence, mentioned/referenced child death, angst, some foul language, misunderstandings galore, arranged marriage, etc.

Word Count: 5.25K+

Taglist: @tsukihimeyfan

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“We’re going to get you Mada’!”

“In your dreams otouto!”

Jerking his body to the right, Madara let out a laugh of triumph at skirting around the corner without the embarrassment of slipping and wiping out, which occurred last time and had gifted him with a bruise on his right hip that ached madly for days.

“They’re gaining on us, aniki!”

Ryuma tightened his grip on Madara’s just a tad firmer, his voice erupting with squealing giggles from its place beside the older boy’s right ear. “Faster, aniki, faster!”

Behind them were three racing bodies of various colors, a devilishly grinning Izuna leading the pack, the twins of Kaji and Kasai flanking his sides with ear splitting grins of their own.

The multitude of their small feet slapping readily against the floor announced their entrance into the small sitting room their mother often claimed as her own throughout the winter months, a shout of triumph escaping Madara and Ryuma’s mouths in perfect unison whilst they skidded to a grinding halt.

With a basket of yarn settled beside the crackling hearth, mother was needling away, the soft clicks of her needles meeting filling the once peaceful air coming to a halt while the young woman watched on with slight displeasure.

“What on earth is going on here,” Mother rested the near finished scarf within her lap, one brow arched in question.

“Look out!”

Before either boy could even attempt to answer the woman, three bodies slightly smaller than Madara’s own crashed into him with a shout, sending the eldest and youngest flying to the floor in a pile of arms and legs.

Laughter erupted from the five boys from their place on the floor, Ryuma able to wiggle free whilst Madara laid trapped at the bottom of the pile of bodies, Izuna laying prone atop him as Kasai and Kaji perched haphazardly on top of him, giggling like mad men.

Mother suddenly was standing above them all, having ventured over to their position in the chaos most likely, with a grinning Ryuma perched on one hip and her fist on the other, a look of fond exasperation worn on her unblemished face. “How many times do I have to tell you boys, no running in the house, hmm? You little rascals!”

In a blur of movement, her snake-like fingers were flying across Kasai’s exposed stomach, inciting a squeal of glee from the four year old whilst he tried to flee from their mother’s harmless assault. Knowing better than to wait and lay prey to their mother, Madara and Izuna began to squirm in earnest to free themselves from the pile, laughter from the five boys filling the air. Finally, after much struggle, Madara broke free, a shout of excitement escaping the eight year old as he crawled away from the carnage their mother wrought and to an excitedly clapping Ryuma, the three year old giggling madly at the situation unfolding before him.

“Wait for me!”

Izuna, after narrowly escaping the Uchiha matriarch’s clutches as the twins became her unwilling victims of tickling torture, scrambled over with a laugh of his own, raven locks messily tussled from the struggle.

After a few more moments passed, mother’s reign of terror came to an end with a victorious laugh, a twin settled on each of her hips, her painted smile warm and playful. “Oh how the mighty have fallen!”

“Mama, let go,” Kaji fruitlessly struggled against the dragon of a woman with little fervor, his giggles making him incapable of doing so.

“I don’t believe I will,” Mother practically threw the twins into the air, plopping each of them herself down on her shoulders with little effort. “You boys were supposed to be asleep ages ago! If your father sees that you’re still awake, he’ll tan all of your hides.”

From his place in Madara’s own lap, Ryuma gifted the woman with a smile. “But we’re not tired mama!”

“That I can see, but that doesn’t mean that I’m willing to allow you rascals to stay up any longer than you already have. Come along now.” She nodded towards the open doorway, kind but unrelenting.

A chorus of ‘awws’ filled the air whilst Madara and Izuna stood to their feet, the older brother placing Ryuma on his hips without a second thought. “But mama, papa will never know!”

“Oh, he’ll know alright, especially when he finds all of you running around the halls, making a mighty ruckus like you just were! Then the lot of you will whine and complain when he wakes you for early training as punishment, just like you do every time, and then I’ll have a handful of grumpy boys on my hands. It’s a no win-win situation for all of us in the end!”

The march to their shared room came to an end far too quickly for Madara’s taste, watching on in defeat whilst his mother set the twins on the ground and rolled the door to the side, gesturing them inward. “Now, accept your defeat, and crawl into bed. Your father should be home any minute now and you will need to be asleep before he does.”

With a cacophony of unwilling grumbles, the five boys scurried inside, Madara setting Ryuma on his futon before venturing over to his own beside Izuna.

Quick to settle beneath the covers, Izuna piped up from his bed, an innocent almost shy smile on his face, “Mama, can you tell us a story?”

“A story? Was my lullaby earlier not enough for you?”

“Stories help us go to sleep even better than lullabies, mama!” Kasai gifted the woman with a tiring grin, the exhaustion of the day slowly creeping up on the young boy.

Let out an exaggerated sigh of surrender, mother settled herself into a seiza between Madara and Izuna’s futons, promptly pulling their comforters up to their chins. “Fine, fine, a story it is! Now, what kind of story do you want to hear?”

“Ooo, ooo, the one about the Blessed One!”

Mother chuckled at all of their enthusiasm, shifting her body just enough to rest on her right hip, brushing stray locks from Izuna’s face, “Let me see, how does that story go again? Ah, yes.”

“In the days of the Sage of Six Paths, there were two sons, one who had incurred the Sage’s favor and the one who bore the first Sharingan. Angered by the Sage’s favoritism towards his brother, our progenitor abandoned his home and everything he knew in hopes of finding solace and support elsewhere. Day and night the brother journeyed, searching high and low for a place to declare as his own until one day, with a wary soul and worn feet, he found settlement amongst a set of mountains. It was there that he was warmly welcomed by the small settlers, and they provided the brother with food, shelter, clothes, and company for the first time in months. The one who welcomed him with the greatest fervor was the clan head’s lone daughter and what an oddity she was, with hair white as freshly fallen snow and eyes red as wine, skin marked in crimson tattoos that stood out beautifully against her pale skin. As practitioners of the ancient religion, the clan believed the daughter to have been touched by Amaterasu herself, viewing her as a Blessed One amongst their small community. Wowed by not only her appearance but also by her wit and charm, the brother chose to settle in the village and spent many of his days with the daughter, learning and exploring the vast mountainside the valley below. A year had passed by the time he gathered the courage to ask her father for her hand in marriage, in which the clan head readily agreed. So in time, the brother and the Blessed daughter fell in love and married, bringing forth five sons of their own. Following their sons’ births, the brother ventured downwards into the valley below in search of wild game and berries, only to be met with his brother and his followers. Upon meeting one another, a great battle occurred, and in hopes of sparing the village and his newfound family, the brother led his attackers away from the mountains and fled further into the continent. Afraid of his brother following him home, the brother never returned to his family and was forced to begin anew in the Land of Fire, in turn creating the Uchiha clan of which we are a part of today. However, even with his new people and clan, the brother yearned greatly for the Blessed Woman from the mountains and died facing the great twin mountains in hope of her watching down upon him. It is said that those born with the features of the Blessed Woman are her reincarnations and that they are searching for her beloved husband in hopes of one day reuniting with him once again. As legend has it, their eternal love for one another is why the sharingan is tied to our emotions, especially to that of love, and why our chakra affinity happens to be katon, for our love burns deeply for those we love.”

Tiny snores echoed across the room as the story came to a close, the twins, Ryuma and Izuna now peacefully slumbering in their futons whilst Madara laid with heavy eyes.

“Mama?”

Brushing away his messy waves from his eyes, mother watched on in fond curiosity. “What is it, my dearest?”

“Do you think,” Yawning quietly, the eight year old snuggled further into the covers, keeping just one eye open. “-I’ll be able to find someone to be my Blessed one day?”

A smile that Madara was unable to decipher grew on the beautiful woman’s face, her hand coming to cup his cheek. “Oh, how great is the fire of an Uchiha’s soul, for it shines brighter than the heavens and its blaze is more scorching than the magma that serves as the veins of this world. The Uchiha feel deeper than any other, our love is stronger than any storm imaginable, and all cower at the symbol of such emotion, the Sharingan.”

“-But now, oh now I see that could be anything farther from the truth because there was never any hope for whatever we call this sorry excuse for an arranged marriage because there never was any to begin with! Because you are incapable of love-!”

“As long as you possess our clan’s dojutsu, Madara, you will find your Blessed, that I am sure of,” Her index finger came to gently tap the space between his eyes, a weird reminiscent like sadness filling her dark irises. “Just remember, my little spitfire, to treat your Blessed as if they are Amaterasu herself, for you only have one lifetime.”

“You have rejected my courting gifts, you have insulted and assumed every step, you have not come to me with your discontent regarding our courting but to my brother when it is truly none of his business,” With the calm before a storm, Tobirama refused to break eye contact with Madara’s crimson-obsidian eyes, voice steady as the earth beneath their feet. “I have accepted your terms, your rules, your culture, your barbed words, your hatred for me. So, what have you done but do the opposite?”

“They will be your soulmate, a rarity amongst those on this earth, the fan to your flame, your other half.”

“You are no better than I in the end, Uchiha. The only difference between us is that I am willing to accept the monster that I am.”

The rain that day had done nothing to cool Madara’s raging temper, each raindrop sizzling angrily against his magma hot skin whilst the Senju standing before him cut the two of them apart with the skill of a surgeon. His words cut deep, their meaning searing Madara’s bones without mercy, his heart crying out in agony whilst his mind imploded on itself. Everything had become too loud yet too quiet, senses going haywire all while this facade of an arranged marriage was cracked open like a roasted chestnut, his faults laid out before him and damning. He had tried to escape, to withhold the explosion of emotions and harsh memories growing within him, but in one shove and an accompanying shout, Madara had ruined what little was left to salvage between him and his intended.

“What did you do?!”

In a blur, Tobirama had somehow ended on the ground, slouched against the gateway, snowy locks growing dark with crimson, a smear of fresh scarlet blood marring the wood behind him. Madara had been unable to move, to breath, to speak, to do anything whilst he numbly watched Izuna hurry to the bleeding teen’s side–he had caused this. Tobirama’s head lolled about without coordination as Izuna asked if he was alright, clearly in a daze of some sort, yet before either Uchiha could move to stop him, the teen was lifting a shaky hand and was gone in a flurry of leaves. Neither Izuna or Madara had known what to do as they stood in the middle of the storm, both sopping wet and minds reeling, unable to say a word or think a thought. They both remained quiet for the rest of the evening, even after dragging one another inside, both too shocked to speak until finally, at breakfast the next morning, right before stuffing a small mouthful of rice into his mouth, Hikaku had broken the silence between them.

In his typical deadly calm demeanor, Hikaku placed his bowl on the chabudai before him with a sigh, body primed and voice stern. “Alright, what did you two do now, and don’t try to convince me everything is fine. You two are never this quiet unless something bad happened, so spill it already.”

Much to Madara’s chagrin, Izuna beat him to the punch.

“During the storm yesterday, Senju Tobirama paid us a visit.” Clearly distraught both physically and emotionally, the nineteen year old refused to make eye contact with either of them. “It didn’t go well.”

“What do you mean ‘it didn’t go well’,” Hikaku shifted his gaze back and forth before it ultimately came to settle on Madara’s hunched form, concerned realization dripping thickly off his person. “Madara?”

Growing agitated, Izuna piped once more as Madara choked on the lump caught in his throat, emotions fluctuating dangerously within his chest. “He didn’t do anything, it was that Senju Demon-!”

Their cousin paid the teen no mind, his dark and heavy gaze never leaving Madara for a second. “Madara, did something between you and Tobirama-sama?”

“It is as Izuna said,” The lump in his throat promptly grew in great proportion as answered his cousin’s query. “The Senju paid us a visit and it didn't go well.”

“There is more to it and you know it. No, what happened between you two and Tobirama-sama?” Hikaku’s face contorted into an unrelenting glare.

*Bang, bang*

Before either brother could gather the strength or will to even broach the truth of yesterday’s fallout, two loud bangs echoed from the front of the house, a shout of rage following close behind.

“I know you’re in there, Uchiha! Come out and face me!”

The three Uchiha males sat at the table stupefied, the voice of an enraged Senju Touka reverberating throughout the home. Madara and Hikaku shifted their questioning gazes to a fearful looking Izuna, the teen promptly throwing a defensive glare their way, a drop of sweat rolling down his forehead. “What are you two looking at me for?!”

“I’m going to give you till the count of five to come out here and face me like a man, Uchiha, peace treaty be damned!”

Growing annoyed with the noise the female Senju was generating because how dare she demand things of any of them, Madara stood to his feet and stalked out of the dining room, Hikaku calling after him.

“Madara, wait-!”

"One, two, three-!"

He waited for no one, wasting no time to march up to the sliding door and sliding it open with a resounding crack, temper flaring dangerously the moment his obsidian irises met Touka’s fiery pools of rich soil. “What do you want, Senju witch-?!”

The Senju stood firm in her spot in the doorway, a nasty snarl marring her typically stoic facial features as she brutally cut him off mid-question. “Where is he, Uchiha?!”

Madara glared at the threatening kunoichi with eyes sharp as kunai, the earthquake of emotions with him growing more violent with every passing moment. “I have no idea what you are speaking of, blasted woman!”

“Don’t you dare act as if you’re stupider than you already are, you Uchiha bastard,” Moving to place her face only inches from his own, a growl as aggressive as that of a mother bear protecting her cubs ripped out of her throat. “Where is my cousin, where is Tobirama?!”

“Your beloved baby cousin isn’t here, hasn’t been since last evening when he barged on our property and promptly lost his mind. Not that it was surprising if you truly think about it, seeing how animalistic he can be at times with his bloodlust and all.” Izuna, having joined Madara in the doorway at some point in time, gave the Senju kunoichi a leveling stare, practically daring her to try and do something to his aniki all while a concerned Hikaku came to stand behind him.

Touka let loose another menacing growl, hands curling into tight fists as she moved to attack the younger Uchiha brother. “You have no right, I’ll-!”

“You’ll do nothing, Senju witch!” Madara forced himself between the two, readying himself to put the bitch in her place, not caring that she was Hashirama’s cousin or not. “Now get off my property before I-!”

“Before you do what, Madara-sama?"

The ice cold voice of Hashirama’s curse of a wife froze the Uchiha clan head mid sentence, Madara’s head snapping over to the side to see the damned Uzumaki demon strategically standing there, primly dressed and poise set to perfection. A look of indifference sat on her face but oh he knew better; the quieter and more polite Mito was, the more dangerous she became.

Stepping forward to settle beside Touka with grace, the Uzumaki princess’s once stoic face split into a warm, endearing grin of imminent danger whilst she gifted them with a bow of apology. “Please forgive my cousin’s brashness Madara-sama, Izuna-sama, Hikaku-sama. She does not mean to cause any misgivings between our families-.”

“Like hell I don’t-!”

Mito ignored the haughty kunoichi with the skill of a well-practiced politician, placing a dainty but daring hand on the woman’s forearm. “-we are simply in search of Tobirama and hoped you had seen him recently. He never returned home last night and when we went in search of him at his lab, we found quite a disturbing scene.”

Madara’s body stilled as if he had been caught in a Nara’s cursed shadow paralysis jutsu, mind sent reeling as his heart began to beat incessantly against his ribcage. A disturbing scene-?!

Hikaku, who had remained quiet until that moment, spoke up from his place behind Izuna. “Is Tobirama-sama alright, Mito-sama?”

“See now, that is our dilemma, we do not know if he is or not,” Worry graced the Uzumaki’s features, her earrings swaying from the faint breeze in the air. “When we arrived at Tobirama’s lab, we found blood and broken glass but he was nowhere to be found. It seems he may have been in a struggle with someone but the likeliness of this is extremely, seeing how heavily warded the space is.”

“Can you not sense him anywhere in the village?” The youngest of the three Uchiha placed a grounding hand on Madara’s shoulder, Hikaku shifted his gaze between the redhead and the Uchiha clan head, as if to gauge his reaction to the situation at hand. Mito Uzumaki was known for three things; her spotless etiquette, her mastery in fuinjutsu, and her impressive sensor abilities. If she was unable to sense Tobirama, that could only mean-.

His heartbeat only seemed to intensify as the woman responded with a shake of head in the negative, deep violet-almost-black irises peering up at the men in concern. “I have not been able to sense him all morning. He has either hidden his chakra signature or-.”

“Someone has cut him off from his chakra,” Izuna finished unhappily, his glare set on the two women never fading. “And you think that we’re behind it, don’t you?”

Releasing a growl of indignation, Hikaku settled a glare of his own on the nineteen year old.

“Izuna!”

Yet the teen would not have it, pointing an accusatory finger towards the Uzumaki. “Oh please, they wouldn’t be here unless they suspected we were a part of this madness!”

“Izuna-sama, please do your best to not misunderstand us nor our queries, we are simply attempting to retrace Tobirama’s steps to better understand where he may have gone,” Mito slid her hands within the sleeves of her kimono, face darkening with seriousness. “The only reason why we are even here is due to the fact that we have found a faint yet present hint of his chakra on the gateway of your property.”

What hint? Tobirama had left nothing in his messy retreat, nothing aside from-.

Shit.

As if a predator was moving in for the kill, the Uzumaki demon stared at Madara with bloodthirsty eyes, just waiting to feast on its prey, which just so happened to be him. “Now, answer me this Madara-sama, why is my otouto’s blood smeared on your gateway?”

“What?!”

Hikaku’s outcry of indignation forced the clan head to wilt before the small group, his gaze never leaving Mito’s.

“What happened wasn’t our fault! Your cousin trespassed onto our property, rambling like a mad man about aniki being incapable of love and accused him of putting their arranged marriage in jeopardy!” Izuna was practically frothing at the mouth now, hands clenched into fists of fury. “Madara told him to leave and when the Demon refused, he-!”

Never had Tobirama refused to leave. No, his ever self-sabotaging temper had gotten the better of him and hurt an already hurting individual. Madara realized this as he absentmindedly listened to Izuna and Hikaku bickered, his dark eyes never leaving Mito’s own, and much to his horror, he came to realize something even more troubling. In his anger, he had never taken the time to think as to why Tobirama had been upset or why he had spoken like that, too riled up by Izuna and the unexpected show of crippling emotion from the teen to fully grasp how dire the situation had been. For the first time, Tobirama had truly shown his emotions and what had Madara done in return? Oh, he belittled him, accused him of wanting child murder, of trying to dissolve the peace treaty and in turn destroy the village that he himself had greatly contributed to, and top it all off, Madara had assaulted him without a shred of reason other than he lost control of his emotions like some young child.

“You are no better, Uchiha.”

At times, the truth hurts and kami, it hurt now more than ever and Madara deserved to feel every bit of that pain. Because Tobirama had, whether he deserved it or not.

“-was Tobirama bleeding when he left this yard?! Answer me!”

At the feeling of hand roughly grabbing his collar, Madara was abruptly forced from his thoughts and back into the present, right into the snarling visage of Senju Touka. “Are you stupider than you look, bastard?! What did you do to Tobi?!”

No more lies, no more skirting around the issues at hand, no more ignoring how broken his and Tobirama’s arranged marriage already was because of their mistakened ignorance. It was to face the music.

“I shoved him,” the effect of his words was immediate, various reactions coming forth from the four people standing in his vicinity. “To accuse an Uchiha of being incapable of loving another, it is equivalent to saying that they are a heartless monster and it is one of the greatest insults an Uchiha can endure. I lost hold of my temper, but I hadn’t realized just how hard I had pushed him or that I pushed him at all until I saw the blood from the back of his head smeared on the gateway.”

He turned his attention back to Mito, his heart heavy and his consciousness even heavier. “He shunshinned away before we could do anything to help him.”

The dragon of woman watched him with calculating eyes, flakes of righteous anger swimming about in her dark irises, before finally, much too little relief to Madara, she sighed in reluctant defeat.

“None of that matters now, what does matter is that Tobirama's chakra has become undetectable and he is nowhere to be found and injured. If Tobirama hit his head hard enough to bleed, we also need to assume he is concussed but coherent enough to be capable of shunshinning to his lab,” She shifted her attention to Touka, fresh worry flooding her facial features. “He must have landed on one of his lab tables, meaning he most likely has additional injuries aside from his concussion. The pool of blood we found on the floor of his lab was small but still worrying; he could be bleeding out somewhere as we speak.”

“You never mentioned that there was a pool of it,” Izuna cried out, clearly disturbed by the events unfolding before them.

Touka was swift to give the boy a mocking sneer. “Sucks to have important information withheld from you, doesn’t it Uchiha?”

“Enough! Arguing amongst ourselves is not going to assist us in locating Tobirama-sama!” Hikaku’s shot a stern glare that was searing hot, just daring for one of them to object, and after seeing that neither had something to say, he set his sights on the tree brain’s wife. “Mito-sama, you said you’ve been retracing Tobirama-sama’s steps up to his lab, correct? Is it possible he shunshinned elsewhere in the village, a place he felt safe enough to recover in or perhaps someone to stay with?”

It took the Uzumaki a moment, but a dawning look of realization flooded both her and Touka’s face as their gazes shifted to one another before the two women turned to the three Uchiha. “In times when he had migraines, Tobirama prefers to spend time with my husband in his office at the Hokage Residence.”

“Says that the dolt’s earth chakra is grounding or some bullshit,” Touka pulled away, clearly making to leave. “Let’s hope he’s there, Mito-.”

“Wait!”

Madara moved before he even realized what he was moving, his gloved hand coming to take hold of the kunoichi’s arm in hopes of halting the woman for just a second. She originally spun around with disgust, but he must have looked quite pitiful for the sickening emotion lessened just a tad the moment she saw his face. “We’ll come with you. The more of us, the quicker we’ll be able to find Tobirama.”

“Hhmph, don’t act like you care about Tobirama now just because he might be in danger, because of your actions no less! You’ve treated him like utter dog shit from the moment that peace treaty was signed!” Never one to surrender in all the times Madara encountered the female Senju, Touka wasted no time on pouncing on the Uchiha’s tender faults. “Why on earth should we believe that you give a damn enough to help us find him after all that you’ve done?!”

“Because, he’s my Blessed One.”

Hikaku and Izuna’s necks should have let out a resounding crack with how fast their heads snapped towards his direction, mouths agape in a mix of emotions he didn’t have the time to decipher.

“And what in the fuck is a ‘Blessed One’,” Touka growled in question, shifting her body just enough to inform Madara he had successfully interrupted the kunoichis departure.

Face growing hot, Madara moved to explain, but found the words would not leave his mouth, embarrassed at having to explain something so intimate to an outsider, the cousin of his intended no less.

“A Blessed One is an individual that is believed by the Uchiha to be a child of Amaterasu herself, one of red eyes and snowy hair,” Much to his relief, Hikaku rose to the occasion as he often did when the clan head became flustered. “Tobirama-sama’s very appearance is why we pushed for the arranged marriage in the first place, for Madara-sama, our clan head, to be married to a child of our patron goddess is the greatest show of empowerment an Uchiha can ever obtain.”

“They are also believed to be one’s true soulmate, the yin to an Uchiha’s yang. Rare and highly coveted by all of our people.”

“If all of this is true, if Tobirama truly is a ‘Blessed One’ like you say he is.” Mito implored, curiosity killing the cat. “Then somewhere, hidden behind all of this callousness and brisk behavior, you believe him to be your soulmate, don’t you?”

Somewhere, deep down past all of the trauma and confusion and inter-clan mishaps between them, a part of him that represented the young child still within himself believed that the pale boy Madara saw staring back at him across the battlefield all those years ago was his soulmate.

“-It is said that those born with the features of the Blessed Woman are her reincarnations and that they are searching for her beloved husband in hopes of one day reuniting with him once again.”

The hopeful awe that had filled the chest of that young child, the sudden inability to take a breath because the boy standing before him was everything Madara could have ever wanted, had been overshadowed by the bloodsoaked fields and countless years of needless war amongst their peoples. Life had been cruel to place them on the opposite sides of conflict, having them born as inherited enemies and tied to one another by a thin, red string of fated lovers.

“Yes.”

Though it was no answer of extravagance, the single word that fell from his stiff lips had the weight of a million.

Much to the Uchiha’s surprise, for he had been expecting a dismissive scoff at the least from the Uzumaki, a soft, genuine smile of understanding grew on her painted lips. “Then let us all be on our way, shall we?”

Before any of them could speak, a burst of leaves had been left in the redhead’s wake, and before doing the same, Touka gifted Madara with a glare of warning. “If we find my cousin dead, no peace treaty will stop me from removing your head from your shoulders. Got it?”

“Crystal,” Madara slumped forward with emotional exhaustion, this much outward expression wearing on his bones.

“Smart answer, dumbass.”

With that, Touka was gone, leaving the three young men in her wake.

“You really meant that, didn’t you,” Madara didn’t have the energy to face Izuna head on. “The whole thing about Tobirama being your soulmate?”

Refusing to touch yet another emotional can of worms, Madara readied himself to shunshin. “We shouldn’t keep the Senju and Uzumaki waiting. Either join us or stay behind, it’s your choice.”

Not wanting to wait and see what his brother would choose, Madara performed the hand signs needed and thrust his chakra forward, shunshinning himself one step closer to finding his missing husband.

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