#injured Tobirama

[dear-doves]

Tobirama gets injured and stays with his brother during his recovery, but Hashirama takes advantage of the opportunity. He never wanted Tobirama to grow up, he always wanted Tobi to be his little brother, so Hashirama keeps Tobi injured and forces him to slowly regress against his will

[wing-ed-thing]

Foul Creature (Tobirama x Reader) Chapter IX

Synopsis: The territory between the Uchiha and the Senju dwindles by the day. And in an era where social lines have been blurred, and new clan heads have been chosen, you're stuck between a scorned lover and a man who relentlessly pursues your hand in marriage. You don't have much time before you're forced to confront the sins of your past.

Word Count: 6.8k

Tags/Warnings: Warning for dark themes ahead, including tags for blood and descriptions of gore. Fem!Uchiha!Reader. Please consult AO3 for more specific warnings.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI

Notes: Hopefully we can wrap all this up soon... god willing... but hey this piece finally has somewhat of a direction (?) now.

An Uchiha warrior with a fatal wound should give his life in a suicide attack, but not Izuna. No, the brother of Madara would not die a warrior’s death on the battlefield. Instead, the Uchiha retreated from their path to the northern shoulder, surrendering the territory to the Senju in a victory their rivals would call “The Conquering of King’s Neck.”

The Uchiha returned suddenly, earlier than they should have, and having lost great numbers. Madara did not use the village gates but shot right over the sharpened walls like a deranged comet falling from the sky. He carried Izuna’s body in his arms, holding his brother close to his chest. Both were covered in blood and heavy wounds. They had been the first to arrive, heralding in the news of their defeat without a single word of it uttered.

Madara shouted for medical assistance loud enough to startle the entire settlement, and in a blur of confusion, agony, and chaos, Izuna was brought to a doctor, and the two brothers were sealed inside a private room as quickly as the commotion had started.

The entire village stirred to life with urgency. People emerged from their cottages and herded their children out of the street as the rest of the battalion emerged from the forest and trudged toward the front gates.

The men who had stayed behind rushed the injured to the hospital and hurried around the newly returned soldiers to assist in treating their wounds. Women gathered water from the well, ready to help receive the weary soldiers. 

Most injured warriors were gathered in one large room and treated on cots side by side, but not Izuna. Even in the sunlight, gathered citizens could see Madara’s hulking form pace back and forth from inside their private room.

No one else was allowed in except for the best physician in the village, who was currently facing the brunt of Madara’s furious rage. You could hear the clattering of furniture and thrown items hitting the mat floor from down the road. 

You clutched your medicine pack, shouting and shoving through the crowd as you approached the triage.

“Make way for the apothecary!” 

You came running as soon as you received word. The medics who went to the scene before you had their own medical packs with prepared remedies within them, but if the medics were to perform treatments on such a large group of men, they would need all the medicines they could get. 

Madara had, after all, forbidden you from creating more heavy-duty remedies in anticipation of a victory for the Uchiha. He told you that fast-acting cures would be all that would be needed and did not discriminate when it came to potency. The high ground belonged to the Uchiha, and Madara himself formulated their strategy for the ambush. But Madara was left with little more than the taste of defeat and bloodied hands after the battle. 

You hurried across the dirt path, the dry pebbles and earth making hurried scratching noises below the soles of your sandals. You clutched your oversized medicinal bag. The material wasn’t strong enough to carry the number of remedies you had shoved haphazardly inside. Your eyes were set on the treatment center where the soldiers were being taken. The little time you had was crucial for saving as many lives as you could.

Time seemed to slow as you ran past the paper door leading to Izuna’s private room, and you failed to notice the large hand that shot out from inside until it had grasped the back of your robes and pulled you in. 

You were thrown onto the woven matt floor with barely enough time to break your fall, let alone catch your compilation of medicines. You skidded against the hard surface, ripping the cloth on your shoulder as the fabric folded under you with the motion. Your arms wrapped against your oversized pack, and the glass bottles rattled against one another as you held them close to your chest.

Madara stood over you: hulking, broad, impeding, and crazed, but still as he slowly slid the paper door shut. His palm splayed out in the middle of the door, leaving a streak of crimson across the delicate white material. The air dried the red color into a muddy rust.

An unmoving, pale hand appeared in your peripheral. You scrambled to your knees, grip still clutching your medicinal bag. You hardly recognized Izuna as he lay in front of you.

All color had drained from his cheeks, but you could hardly pay attention to the grayness of his skin in the face of the massive open wound across his stomach. Izuna bled all colors of red, his gash like a gruesome flower clawing out of his torso and streaking across the room. His chest heaved up and down at an inhumanly slow pace, pumping a wheezing sound out of his throat with every strangled breath. Everything smelled of blood, and what used to be an entirely white room was marred with ghastly streaks of gore. 

The doctor worked frantically over him, but even looking at Izuna for a second told you all that you needed to know. His wound was already decorated with herbal remedies, the leaves and ground flower buds a stark, soft contrast to the wet, oozing gash that churned just below. The colors illuminated with an effervescent glow under the light of the doctor’s healing jutsu. 

Izuna’s head fell to the side toward you, your name dripping from his lips in a voice hardly above a whisper. You scrambled to his side, shedding your bag, and scooping his hand up in yours without a thought. 

“Izuna—!” 

Your heart sank into the pits of your stomach, and your face felt numb. Tears flooded your waterline as your pulse started to drum in your ears. One of your hands, now sporting a few streaks of blood that you didn’t notice, came over your mouth in mortified shock.

But even so, Izuna gazed at you fondly. His eyes were lidded, pain written across his face, but he did his best to grasp onto you weakly. You stared widely down at his giant wound, almost hypnotized by the terrible sight of it, before returning to Izuna’s face. Your hand dropped back down to your lap and joined the other in morphing over his palm. 

Your lips parted, but no sound left them. They wavered in the bitter-smelling air as an ugly sound stalled in your throat. You didn’t have it in you to tell him that it all would be okay. He wouldn’t have believed you anyway.

“I do not know what to say…” Your voice came out in a breathless hiss, your lips crinkling upwards as your brows creased together into two wavy lines. 

“I apologize…” Izuna was barely audible, and his words held an incoherent rasp. “The words I spoke to you last were most regretful… and most dishonorable…”

“Izuna, do not speak like this!” Your scolding was less than a whisper.

You looked at the doctor, whose eyes were already on you. Wordlessly, he confirmed your fearful thoughts.

Izuna wasn’t going to—

“How does he appear?” Madara implored. “I demand you tell me. Tell me that you deem him treatable with your remedies!”

Izuna gave your hand a light squeeze. When you looked down at him, two tears fell right onto his blood-stained clothing.

His other hand slowly rose, shaking as he brought it to his face. It stopped, trembling over his neck as Izuna raised his pointer finger. He brought it over his lips. 

The sound of your name boomed across the paper room.

“Why do you fall silent? You are able to revive him, are you not?” Madara thundered frantically. “You told me! You told me of your chakra remedies!” Madara’s hand shot out from behind you but missed your shoulder as his fingers grasped about wildly. You could feel the force of his motion in the air as the slight breeze of his movement rattled the hair behind your ear.

He made another grab for you, and you turned to grasp him by the shoulders as if you were taking a bull by its horns, dropping Izuna’s hand in the process. The metal of Madara’s armor was dirty and solid, pinching your fingers as you tried to keep him at bay as he lunged. He ranted something incoherent, nearly knocking you back into Izuna. Your core tensed, trying to keep yourself from falling back onto Izuna’s open torso as you tried to fight Madara away. 

“Madara, this is madness!” you shouted directly into his face. Your arms were beginning to shake under the weight of him, the locking of your joints being the only thing keeping Madara from pinning you down in his deranged rampage. But the fear and confusion in your gaze immediately widened as you met his gray irises. “Madara! Your eyes!”

“Clan Head, that is enough!” The doctor had since stood, stepping over Izuna’s body to ram into Madara with his shoulder. Your limbs were granted relief as the two of them stumbled back, nearly punching a hole in the paper wall. 

The doctor was not as large of a man as Madara, but he held his own against Madara’s unrestrained rage. His shoulder dug into the right side of Madara’s chest, and the doctor used all his weight to keep him from charging. But he was ultimately not enough to keep Madara restrained. 

Madara shoved him back with a violent push to the doctor’s chest.

“Who are you to cease treatment on my brother?! Who are you to attack your Clan Head— I’ll have you banished for your indiscretion—!”

“Madara, that is enough!” You shot to your feet, placing yourself between the two men. One of your palms splayed across Madara’s chest plate. He continued to scream over your head, gesturing pointedly somewhere behind you. Tears streamed down his face as his skin scrunched up in rage. — “Madara!”

— “You dare to impede me? My younger brother lies dying before my very eyes, and I cannot even see his face! And you dare stand against me when Izuna’s chakra weakens! You are traitors! You are traitors to the Uchiha; I will have you banished and then hunt you down myself— why do you refuse to help my brother? —”

— “Madara, please, I implore you to listen—”

Madara’s hand whipped across your face with enough force to make your ears ring. You fell to the ground with a heavy thud, the power of Madara’s strike making you almost spin as you went down. Your hand shot to your nose, which had begun to bleed. Your blood mixed with Izuna’s.

“Madara, that is enough…” Izuna began to sit up somewhere behind you. He groaned in pain, almost collapsing as he propped himself on one elbow. The doctor was already beside him, urging him to lie back down. But the sound of Izuna’s voice appeared to be enough to sate Madara’s mounting rage. He visibly melted, perking up as he tried to pinpoint where Izuna’s voice came from with a rapid gesture of his head. 

You were lost, hypnotized by the red that dripped from your nose and onto your hand. The droplets were thick and hot, only diluted by the tears of disbelief that seemed to fall in sheets from your eyes. You struggled to gather yourself as Madara knelt by Izuna’s side. 

“We will find a way,” Madara insisted with certainty. He nodded several times, taking up the straps of your medicine pack in his hand. He rooted around in it, searching for powder. “There is an ointment crafted for deep wounds—!”

“It is too late, Madara.” Izuna collapsed back onto his cot. A sharp hiss of pain tore from his throat. Izuna grabbed at his brother’s sleeve, willing him to come closer with his little remaining strength. The hold he had on Madara’s clothes was a death grip. “You must listen to me.”

Madara bowed like a child in prayer, lending his ear to Izuna’s lips. He crouched on his knees, hair cascading over his brother’s pale face as he blindly clung onto any part of Izuna he could reach. Izuna’s voice, perhaps meant only for Madara, faded in and out.

“For the good and future of the clan, you must not fall victim to Hashirama Senju’s trickery… promise me, I…” You could barely hear him. You hovered just behind Madara, sitting with your knees tucked under you and the fabric that made up the skirt of your robes balled in your fists. You tucked your chin to your chest. Hot tears continued to dribble down your face.

Your head spun, unable to listen to Izuna’s words even if you tried. You became lost in yourself, only resurfacing to reality when the sound of your name rang across the room. It was the doctor.

One moment, Izuna was speaking to Madara, and then the next—

“We will be performing an ocular transplant,” the doctor said. “Are you able to assist?” His grave gaze bore into you.

Your mouth gaped. You shook your head in disbelief. You turned toward Madara, who couldn't see you.

“You are taking his eyes?” you asked accusingly. Your tone held a harsh snap. “Are you so obsessed with battle that you dare take the sharingan of your own brother—?”

“Enough.” Izuna’s voice somehow found its way out of his throat. Just barely. His tired eyes met yours. “I forfeit them willingly… for the sake of the clan.” Izuna’s lids fluttered closed, even as you continued to stare. A new wave of tears welled in your vision. You were growing sick of weeping.

“For the sake of the clan…” you repeated, a part of you hoping that if you spoke the words, they would make better sense to you. You didn’t have to yield advanced jutsu to understand the implications of Madara obtaining Izuna’s eyes. With the Senju closing in, you knew there were few other choices.

Madara, the leader of the Uchiha, had exhausted his mangekyo sharingan. Izuna, the second strongest fighter in the clan, was fading quickly as he lay before you. And while the Uchiha had more than formidable soldiers, too many had been defeated in the ambush, and the rest had been injured during their retreat. It was truly up to Madara to protect you now.

Izuna spoke your name again. It would be the final time he would do so.

“I implore you… please, do not deprive me of my final wish,” he said weakly, the frailty of his words a stark contrast to the unfair burden he bestowed upon you. You glanced back toward the doctor. “I need you by my side.”

“I— I just make the medicine, although I— I…” You closed your eyes to shed more tears, but none fell. You tried to blink again, only to find your waterline dry. “I can administer some remedies.”

“The extra set of hands is more than plenty,” the doctor affirmed. “But we must make haste.”

Izuna’s hand found yours. His touch was cold. He gave your hand a weak squeeze.

*** 

It wasn’t enough to hang onto every moment you could. You tried to take him in during every second of the procedure, focusing so hard on being with Izuna for the dwindling amount of time you had left. You could feel the minutes slipping through your fingers. Your eyes searched every inch of him, trying to hang onto the patches of snowy white skin between the dirt and red stains. Izuna was here now, and you pulled a single moment into a thousand.

And when it was done, and Izuna was dead, you sat back on your calves. Madara lay to your left, his face bandaged with wrappings adorned with healing herbs. And Izuna rested to your right.

He had passed just moments before, long before the doctor had left the room. A thin sheet rested over his head, extending down to his blood-stained boots. But even as he lay such a short distance away, all presence of him had been vanquished from the room. The form under the cloth was an object, a thing taking a shape that certainly wasn’t Izuna. 

Your skin was taut from all your weeping. The tears still came in bursts, but the muscles in your face felt fatigued by it all. Any noise from the outside sounded muffled. Even Madara’s heavy breathing didn’t make it to your ears. 

You could see the light from the sun behind the paper walls. You stared blankly at the random swipes and spatters of red that dotted the room, staining the light eggshell color of all the fixtures. 

You lay down between them, letting your body go limp for the first time that morning. Some medics had since taken your bag of extra medication to use outside. The commotion in the village seemed to have dwindled some. You let your eyes fall closed. Exhaustion had grown so great in your head that your lack of energy made you wired. Your thoughts ran across your brain on their own, and you could do little to stop them.

You could sense that Madara was about to speak even before he parted his lips. He breathed in, taking a familiar pause before his voice dared to break through the silence in the room. 

“Your resentment radiates off of you like fire.”

In one of his final acts of life, Izuna had sated Madara’s rage, leaving his brother in this world quiet and pensive. Madara had been eerily silent. 

You let your eyes open lazily. They traced the outline of Izuna’s face beneath the cotton sheet.

“Now is hardly the time, Madara,” you muttered. 

“But it is true.”

You didn’t answer. You shepherded the silence back into the air, hoping that your ignorance of him would be enough. You couldn’t handle his talk in the face of your bubbling and agitated emotions. 

“It is true—"

“Silence, Madara,” you snapped, your words lashing across the silent atmosphere you tried to curate. You held your arms close to your chest, nuzzling your cheek into the side of one of your hands. You curled farther in on yourself, only isolating Madara more. “Izuna just...”

“He is passed,” Madara rumbled solemnly with all the clarity of the world. You cast your gaze to the light just outside the paper doors. It looked warm. “And you believe it should have been me in his place.”

“I said no such thing.” Your face was tired and puffy.

“You would be right.”

“Cease with your grandstanding—” You sat up, propping yourself on your palm as you faced Izuna’s body. You could barely keep yourself from collapsing from the mental exhaustion alone. — “It is inappropriate at a time like this.” You could feel the sting of tears shocking the nerves behind your nose, yet your eyes remained dry. “Why must you make these things so difficult?”

“I am making the death of my own brother difficult?” He sat up somewhere behind you.

“Do not twist my words. Timing has never been your strong suit, Madara.” You also rose to sit up straight, now sitting cross-legged near Izuna’s knees.  

“You believe that I am not in grief?” He held a thundering bite to his words, although even the slightest increase in volume sounded like a storm within the context of the hauntingly quiet room. “Do you believe that I do not feel deep despair over one who I have loved so dearly?” 

“You were not the only one who cherished Izuna!” You snapped around, knees hitting the opposite side of the mat floor. “Of all the times where you must be a fool, Madara! Why must it be now? Why must it have been this past visit to my apothecary? Why must it have been on the battlefield where you could have saved him a hundred times over, and yet you condemn yourself to play the fool!”

You weren’t used to seeing Madara’s face bandaged. He looked like a ghost, sitting upright where he was with his legs outstretched before him. Even blinded, you could almost feel his gaze boring into yours.

When he spoke, his voice was low.

“I am well aware,” he growled, trailing a tense silence in his wake. Madara sat up farther, and it wasn’t until the faint shadow of his large form eclipsed half of your face that you realized how quickly he bridged the gap between the two of you. “I am not blind enough to reflect on my hubris, nor am I blind enough to recognize my own twisted nature in my jealousy.”

You found yourself once again face to face with bandaged eyes, hypnotized by the infinity of cloth strips layered over each other. You took in every fold, watching where blood slowly seeped through the fibers. And perhaps if it had been a more tender moment and if you had loved Madara more, you might have tenderly taken hold of his jaw. But instead, you sat, slowly sobering up to the reality of what just occurred a few moments prior as your face was contorted by a demon of despair. 

Your resolve imploded.

“A mere reflection is hardly recompense,” you hissed, your voice coming out as barely a whisper. “How must it feel to have sacrificed your only living blood and continue to prove yourself so fruitless in your rivalry with Hashirama Senju? You have no excuse for your arrogance!” You steadily grew in volume, suddenly finding yourself standing. “So lost in your fruitless rivalry with him, you have indeed been left blind, with your flesh newly broken and easily swayed heart—no, you do not view clearly enough the hubris in your ways! You are a soft man, Madara!”

The tears came back all at once. You shed them like a waterfall as the wind caught in your throat. You gasped for air, hiccupping and choking all at once as the words tumbled from your lips. 

“Izuna—" You could hardly get his name out between gasps. “He—! Izuna, he thought—!” 

And perhaps if Madara had loved you more, he would have done something other than take the brunt of your broken rambling in silence. To him, that was gesture enough. To you, it was an indulgence in self-pity.

He let you leave, and no one stopped to question you as you quickly pushed through the crowd of people back to the apothecary. Although things seemed to have settled compared to the roaring chaos that captivated the late morning, people still milled around, collecting food and fluttering around the loved ones who were fortunate enough to make it home. 

You needed more time to analyze things. You honed in on the apothecary doors, barreling through them without regard for the medics coming in and out. 

You said little aside from your curt and adamant wish not to be disturbed before retreating into your loft at the far end of the apothecary. You curled in on yourself for what would feel like days, wrapping your cotton sheets around you as you buried yourself further from the world. 

The tears seemed to flow without you completely now, soaking the fabric of your pillow to create a wet circle just below your ear. Your thoughts ran on without you, and your heart ached from what felt like a hole sliced clean through it. The grief rested over you like a blanket, coating you from head to foot in numbing density. You would stay like that for what felt like days, unaware of what was happening outside. 

And the world would turn upside down, disrupting the mundanity you were trying so desperately to cultivate. 

When you weren’t lying in bed, you spent your hours lazily picking at things in your garden. In the rare moments of mustered energy, you would bathe and tend to your hair— more out of a necessity for maintenance than anything else. 

You didn’t even know that Madara had left until he returned. And when he returned to the village, he did not seek you out. Instead, a member of Madara’s council visited you at the apothecary. 

A young man with a severe face around Izuna’s age, he stood with his back erect on the porch behind the apothecary. You sat in your herb garden, absentmindedly fiddling with a particularly large flower blossom as a small collection of random herbs sat in a basket at your hip. He had called out to you in that militant voice that soldiers tended to use. You had hummed in response.

“There is a truce,” he said. “The Uchiha and the Senju have agreed to unite.” 

***

There were so many questions that the village hall overflowed with people. Members of the Uchiha even stood outside, hoping to catch an explanation. 

Madara and what was left of his council sat before the crowd, still adorned in their light wrappings from the Conquering of King’s Neck and the second face-off Madara had apparently had with Hashirama Senju. The room chirped, filling with murmurs and speculation. But when Madara began to speak, all fell silent. 

“The time has come…”

You watched from just barely inside one of the wide doorframes. Madara stared straight ahead, his voice confident, stern, and sure. 

He held himself like a clan head.

“The time has come for wartime to end,” he announced, surveying the gathered crowd. “It is time to put a stop to a violence started long ago, one that has forced our children to pay the price for a conflict started by the fathers of our father’s fathers. For I challenge you to find me a soul in this room that has not been exhausted from war and the act of burial.”

The room remained eerily quiet. You stood on your toes, trying to catch a better view over a man’s shoulder.

“Let me do away with your primary concern; The Uchiha stand on the same ground as the Senju, as equals, and in collaboration with one another. Our combined power has the potential to create a village where all people shall live without fear of violence, and small hands may never know the handle of a kunai nor the weight of the metal. This is a thing that Hashirama and I agree upon, and as the leader of the Senju clan, he has agreed to honor our terms.” 

The room erupted in a low clamor, everyone wanting nothing more than for Madara’s words to be true. They held their questions high, finally breaking their collective silence at the mere mention of Hashirama Senju. 

The sound of his name struck your heart no differently, and before you could even think, you were a distance away from the meeting hall. Your spot by the door had filled in swiftly. You had one place to retreat, one sanctuary, and you hid yourself in the loft.

***

“I need you by my side.”

You thought it was cruel for Madara to use Izuna’s last words in such a way, but you doubted that Madara even remembered his brother’s last words to you. 

The meeting had adjourned late into the night. The people had many questions, at least, that’s what Madara would tell you later. You hadn’t needed him to tell you to believe it.

It startled you when lantern light from the street flooded through the open door of the apothecary. You sat up in your bed, already halfway between wakefulness and mental exhaustion that kept you from falling into a meaningful slumber. Madara always swung the door open wider than he needed, and aside from that, you could place his hulking form anywhere.

He waited wordlessly as you descended from your tower. You did so lazily.

“Are you ill?” you asked at the bottom of your set of steps that wasn’t quite a ladder or a proper set of stairs. “A physician would have an easier time tending to you than I. At the meeting, I do believe I saw—”

Madara pulled you close in an instant. Your sleep-addled mind had little time to process the action as you stumbled over your feet. Your face hit Madara’s chest. He had a strong scent to him, which, while not unpleasant, was as overpowering as the man. 

A sliver of light trickled in from where the door sat ajar. It cast a faint highlight around Madara’s figure. Your tired eyes traced the shadows that the faint glow created on the fabric of his sleeve. 

It felt out of place being in his arms like this. You weren’t used to him not wearing armor. You could feel it in the tension of your muscles and the awkwardness of not knowing how to touch him in return. You let him hold you, and yet, for how none of it felt right, there was an odd, fragile comfort that had never belonged to Madara before. 

Madara, who imposed himself in every space he ever stood and could never be found wearing not even a piece of armor, felt soft. 

“I need you by my side,” he had told you. You felt his cheek against your hair. “I need confidence that I am making the right decision.”

“Madara,” you spoke softly, pulling back to meet his gaze in the dimness. “How do you expect me to give guidance on these things? I am not—”

You stopped yourself right there, feeling foolish in less than an instant. Nothing but the chirp of insects outside disrupted the silence of the apothecary. It felt as if so much of your time with Madara was filled with silence. But Madara’s eyes held no judgment. 

“Izuna watches over us from the heavens, and I have thought little more than the day he passed and the terrible way I behaved toward you,” he said with a slow nod. His voice held the rich timber that it typically had. Madara brought a hand gingerly to the side of your face. His skin was rough and scarred. He spoke lowly, surprising you with more softness. “I would feel confident with you by my side. You need not labor yourself, nor would you have to speak a word… For you just to be would be enough.”

“What do you speak of, Madara?” 

Madara cast his gaze off to the side, his jaw tensing slightly. 

“Perhaps Izuna would think it weak of me to bring a woman to such prestigious negotiations…” He pulled back, taking his warmth with him. Madara turned with one hand on his hip and the other clasped over his face. 

“Of what do you speak?” You nearly choked on air. 

— “But what if said woman was close family? 

When Madara whipped back around, he did so in the middle of a thought he did not bother to share with you. You blinked a few times, letting your eyes flutter closed as you tried to gather your thoughts, and to your dismay, Madara didn’t speak a word in your silence. You stared at him for answers, prompting him to elaborate.

“Izuna should be by my side,” he finally said, perhaps a bit louder than he needed to have been. When he continued, he did so with a lowered tone. “Our parents passed when we were young. Izuna was my one and only brother, and he is now gone… And so, I implore you…”

Madara took in a sharp breath, not daring to speak the rest.

“Is that what we are now?” you asked. “You consider me family?”

A familiar silence once again took hold of the space between you.

“Is a wife not considered family?”

It was only due to a moment of shock that you let the question sit in the air.

You turned on your heel, your hands coming to your face as you shook your head with fatigue.

“Madara, must I remind you how terrible you are with time? —” 

Your name shot from his lips, as did a hand to your shoulder. 

— “Perhaps you should see a physician—”

“You are the closest thing I have!” Madara’s desperate cry halted all words on your tongue. He grabbed you hard enough to leave bruises, forcefully spinning you around as he moved forward, caging you against a nearby counter. His face was so close to yours, and when you looked deep into his eyes, you saw Izuna. 

“You and I have known each other for as long as I can remember,” he said with faintness. “Has it not always been you and I? Have you not always thought it was destiny how we have always been brought together like this?”

You couldn’t say why tears began prickling at your eyes. It felt as if anything could make you cry nowadays. Madara brought a hand back up to your face, skimming the wetness from your cheek. 

“Please—” It was the first time you heard Madara use such a word. — “I can assure you that things will improve, that I shall improve. Be with me by my side. I do not ask you to marry me tomorrow, but perhaps if you may see— perhaps you may come to see things as I see them.”

“You have always been one to set your expectations far too high.”

“Can you deny that we are as close as family? We have only each other.” Madara’s hand traveled down your arm to grasp your fingers in his. “I do not ask for your commitment. I ask only for the openness of your mind.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you breathed out a deep breath. Unconsciously, you leaned into him. Nothing made you feel right now.

“With your track record of anger and empty promises? What have we ever agreed upon?” Your words came out weakly as you met Madara’s gaze in the dimness again.

You wanted so desperately to stop staring into his eyes.

But… Izuna…

“You would have protested such things not too long ago. It all seems quite ridiculous, does it not?” You found yourself laughing, and Madara cracked a smile for the first time in a long while. 

It was thin-lipped and, indeed, did resemble a crack. The wrinkles that ripped across his face made him look young, a lot younger than he had been looking as of late. A small chuckle shook his chest and hardly made a sound in his throat. You let out a light laugh. What you said hasn’t been funny, nor was it meant to be. 

A handful of memories from when you were a teenager sat at the back of your mind, and perhaps if you tried not to think about them, they wouldn’t hold any importance. 

***

That had been a foolish thought in and of itself, and in the days following, you wondered why you had let Madara persuade you. You decided that he had beaten you down with sentiment and nostalgia, knowing that considering any other reason would only disturb what little peace of mind you had. 

It would have been wiser to give it all some thought. It would have been wiser to have turned Madara away in the first place rather than humoring his charged words, and yet, a part of you wanted to move forward. Even on your way to the neutral meeting ground, you wanted to be a part of the new dawn, spurred on by a nagging curiosity and a morbid sense of fate. 

Foolish. Foolish, with little sense to it at all!

You caught a glimpse of white, and you purposefully averted your eyes. Madara stood next to you, sporting his best robes as members of the Senju unfurled two banners to be hung. The amount of Uchiha who came in support of the agreement surprised you. Most of your settlement gathered somewhat behind you, still unsure what to make of the crowd of unarmed Senju directly ahead.

The two groups remained segregated for the most part, standing around awkwardly even as the banners featuring the Uchiha and Senju crests were hung side by side. You glanced to your left toward Madara, feeling the stuffiness and tension yourself. But Madara remained stoic and upright, hardly regarding you even as Hashirama approached.

“Today is a day for celebration! Why must everyone be so serious?”

And from the tales you had been told of Hashirama, he had not been what you expected him to be. He instantly spotted the two of you as he emerged from the crowd. His round, kind eyes seemed to glitter, along with the perfectly white teeth he bared with his smile. 

“Madara! My friend!” Hashirama, an already tall man, held his arms up. He only needed to take a few long strides before he was upon Madara, wrapping him up in a hug great enough to cause Madara to take a half step back. (You almost took a step back with him.) Just as quickly as Hashirama embraced him, he pulled back, planting his hands firmly on Madara’s shoulders. And Madara let him. “It is good to see you!”

Hashirama turned to you and positioned himself directly before you, eyes remaining as wide as his smile. 

“Madara, how could you not send notice that you would be bringing a goddess to smile upon the union of our clans?” He fell quickly into a deep bow as you gaped. You instinctually turned to look at Madara, a girlish grin of your own contorting your lips. Madara rolled his eyes with a knowing sigh. Hashirama returned to his full height. “You may call me Hashirama. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” you hummed, offering your name in return. “I hope you do not consider primary names informal as we have just met.”

Hashirama let out a boisterous laugh.

“Are you not all Uchiha as we are all Senju?” Hashirama chuckled, eyes drifting to the crowd of Senju for a moment before he did a double take. “Ah!” He turned back to you and Madara, gesturing to his right. “Speaking of Senju, might I present my brother, Tobirama.”

“Everything is prepared, brother, the people are waiting on you—” 

Tobirama’s gaze latched onto yours like a magnet, causing him to stop short just to Hashirama’s right as his mouth snapped shut instantly. Your jaw dropped, and you quickly clasped your lip closed to not bring attention to your light gasp. You prayed that neither Hashirama nor Madara, who stood between the two of you, noticed your out-of-place surprise. Hashirama seemed to breeze past the micro-interaction entirely as he spoke your name.

“This is my brother, Tobirama. Tobirama, this is…” You didn’t take your eyes off Tobirama’s red irises for a second, lost in the pounding that threatened to burst open your chest. You couldn’t stop yourself from moving. Your foot slid back, positioning you just behind Madara’s shoulder. Your hand tightly grasped the back of his sleeve.

Your movement didn’t escape Hashirama. When you looked back at him, you found his gaze anchored directly to the grip you held on Madara’s arm. You watched as his face seemed to droop, his broad smile wavering for a moment as an expression of what you could only describe as genuine sorrow swept over Hashirama’s face. It was a contortion so sincere that you almost felt bad for how your body reacted. But Hashirama recovered quickly as he faced Madara once again with a friendly smile. 

“... your wife, Madara?” 

You hadn’t realized that Hashirama was still talking. 

You and Madara gazed at each other simultaneously, expecting the other to answer, but instead, you found yourselves engaged in a silent, second-long debate.

“This is, uh,” Madara started, now as thrown off as you were. His forehead twitched as he glanced back toward you instinctually. 

“I am an…” You made the mistake of accidentally making eye contact with Tobirama once again. He stood stoically by Hashirama’s side, quietly awaiting an answer. Your panicked gaze once again darted between Hashirama and Madara, who didn’t appear to be in a rush to come to your aid. — “advisor.” You nodded with pseudo-certainty. “I am an advisor on the Uchiha council.”

Hashirama wasn’t allowed time to comment. 

“Pardon us.” Two members of the Senju tentatively approached your group. Hashirama pivoted a foot to acknowledge them.

“Yes, what is it?”

“All has been prepared for us to begin. We wait only on the two of you.” 

Hashirama turned to spare a half-glance over his shoulder.

“Ah, that is what you were here to notify me of, was it not? Telling me to quit my chatter, eh, Tobirama? Why did you not speak sooner?” Hashirama laughed. “Let us make haste and not leave the people waiting longer than they have already. I am certain that everyone would rather be at the banquet than listen to my dry speech!”

With Hashirama having decided to begin, you retreated to the Uchiha side of the crowd and Tobirama to the Senju.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: Hahaha would you believe that I forgot that healing jutsu existed for, perhaps, this entire fic?? I certainly wrote other things with healing jutsu. Hell, I’ve written whole stories centered on it, but this?? WHOOPS.

I thought to myself that I might add another section to this chapter but I saw that 6.8k and went hahahahaha nope!

My grammar checker no longer works on the document that this was originally written on, so I took the chapter and isolated it to do edits... resulting in weird indentation issues. Ah so goes the world...

@gracefulbumblebee @norasincubi @rahatake

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI

Edit: I think I’ll drop the next chapter when this one reaches 100 notes.

[princeofuchiha]

Half baked au thats been floating around my head for months:

Hatake!Tobirama AU where different packs have different wolf-isms / abilities. And the pack Tobirama's mother was from had the ability to shapeshift.

Only. Tobirama lost his mom at a young age, leaving him without anyone to guide him or you know. Warn him at all.

So when he is badly injured in a fight and his adrenaline takes over, pushing him into his wolf form in one last ditch effort to survive, he has no idea how to handle it.

What he double doesn't know how to handle is Izuna, who finds him half dead and goes "Oh my god, it's a wolf puppy. I bet if I heal it it'll love me and I can have my own summoning contract way before everyone else my age!! That silver haired freak will never see it coming."

Que Izuna dragging a half dead Tobirama back home, tending to his injuries and hiding him from his parents and brothers because he knows they'll never let him keep him. Splitting his rations going I'm A Genius. I Get A Pet And A Weapon. Dad's Going To Be So Proud. Eventually.

Meanwhile Tobirama is trying with everything in him not to bite the one thing keeping him alive (his bastard rival) while trying to figure out how to escape / listening for intel.

Him spending time in the house waiting for the other shoe to drop. And being absolutely bewildered when Tajima is. Not the best parent by any means but like. Certainly better to his kids up front vs the shit he's used to dealing with with Batsuma. And Izuna and Madara. Honestly aren't as evil incarnate as he's been raised to believe.

He's watching Izuna run into the room and all but throw himself on the bed absolutely livid that the adults won't let him join them on their upcoming hunt. And opting to do the most reasonable and mature thing - rant to the wolf puppy with a leg too broken to run away and ignore him.

He's watching Madara sneak in and out of the house each night, horrified and outraged to smell Hashirama's scent on him every damn time he comes home. Usually with a stupid giddy grin he's shoving down.

He's watching Tajima walk circles around the compound when he can't sleep, sharingan whirling with protectiveness of all things as he watches over his sleeping clansmen.

He's watching day by day with the horrible realization that the Uchiha truly are Human. Growing attached to the warmth they radiate while also. Not able to go a full 24 hours without considering biting someone.

[tora-the-cat]

Once the war kicked off enough that tobirama realized his death was a real possibility he gathered his most trusted and valued shinobi in a room for an emergency war meeting, locked the doors, and said 'whos gonna be hokage next NOSE GOES' and hiruzen was condemned to the hat cause he didn't tap his nose fast enough. Fortunately danzo was injured at the time so he didn't participate. He was pissed though.

[lgcllyanx]

soulmate au where any harm or damage one person takes, their soulmate takes the exact same

tobirama and izuna do not notice, as they injure each other so often it's difficult to notice if one of their wounds wasn't inflicted on them. they don't get hurt often enough outside of battle to realize, either, and have no general desire to find their soulmate

until tobirama perfects the flying raijin and uses it on izuna. for a moment he thinks it's malfunctioned, and he's somehow managed to stab himself with the fatal blow. then he turns, sees izuna on the ground. it is a terrifying, harrowing realization, and izuna sees him and knows. they spend their final days in separate compounds with the same wound knowing that they truly could not live one without the other

[scrivenger-grimgar]

"well, the Uzumaki and Uchiha have around 25-ish members again, which would allow them to be reinstated as clans allied to the village by charter right," Tobirama stated, entirely unfazed by the eyes of the many clan heads watching him speak. Itama shifted his tiny (painfully tiny, was he always that small??) body in his hold, gripping on tighter to his mother's fur collar. both he, Kawarama, and Nawaki were heartbreakingly silent through the whole ordeal, even when the resurrection started by way of the lost Hatake boy, Orochimaru.

"but the Hatake and Senju still only have less than 10 and 15 members respectively, meaning that there would be a power imbalance between the four newly resuscitated clans. given the feud that is, arguably, still active to some of us revenant, it doesn't seem wise to leave it be."

and that was the crux of the matter. several members of both the Uchiha and Senju that had been resurrected had died when the Senju-Uchiha blood feud had been ongoing. both his brothers (his brothers!!) had died far before the village had even been a thought in Hashirama's wood cork of a brain, along with Madara's own siblings, like his older brother Hidehiko, Izuna, their younger brother Matsuri and his twin sister Shouko, and their youngest sister Choushi. thats not even mentioning the adult shinobi under the same circumstances; 22 year old Senju Yasuiro and 28 year old Senju Fuushinshi had attacked and injured Uchiha Kouga, and also injured the man's 12 year old niece Uchiha Rukia, before Tobirama, Madara, Hashirama, and Mito managed to tie them all down.

(if Fuushinshi was sporting a break in his arm, in the same place as young Rukia, well. That was between Tobirama and his cousin.)

"Thats not even mentioning the non-clan shinobi who were resurrected, who, in all likelihood, are probably related to one of the four clans in question. if they become affiliated with said clans is entirely by their own choice." he said, his tone brokering no room for argument. Tobirama was honestly surprised that he hadn't been interrupted yet, but it might be the shock of having so many once-dead shinobi in Konoha's meeting hall.

pursing his lips ever so slightly, he looked to Hashirama, holding Kawarama who was making faces at Itama, then to Touka who was standing behind Mito and holding Nawaki. his brother tilted his head and Touka nodded, flickering her chakra in code pattern for 'plan, question.'

Tobirama sighed, mostly as a visual sign of reluctance for the other clan heads present. 'contract, agreement. kill, home-clan; fade, wild-clan.'

Hashirama's eyes sparkled, his smile not fading from his face in the slightest.

"our agreed upon solution to both the power imbalance and the lacking size of the Senju and Hatake clans is to incite the charter's directory number fourteen."

only two of the clan heads seemed to recognize what he was referencing, tjose being the Nara clan head, as expected, and Madara, who literally co-wrote the damn thing with him. Madara threw his head back with thundering laughter, which Tobirama related to on a personal level.

it was extremely ironic that the ones to end the Senju way of life would be the very people who had been hurt by it the most.

Itama jerked in his arms at the noise, so he adjusted his grip to hold him tighter. several eyes landed on the still laughing Madara, who Tobirama knew was not going to explain anything. the Nara head didn't look any worse, so he either knew what the Senju used to be like, or he simply didn't care.

Tobirama had expected most of the clans to not have invested in that particular article after it was written, but... he was extremely unpleased with Hiruzen's puzzled, near silent question of "the what?"

Madara's laughter died off with the (to most) unexpected line of, "wonderful play, Senju." vicious smile almost mocking to anyone unfamiliar with him. which was everyone except him, Mito, Hashirama, and Izuna.

Tobirama simply inclined his head in acknowledgement. he ran one hand through his hair, carefully avoiding the carefully disguised braids he'd tied into it this morning with Hashirama, Touka, and Orocchi.

"to answer your question, Hiruzen, 'the what' is the clause in the village's Constitution that states, 'when a clan is no longer large enough to support itself and its members, an allied clan who is willing and able are to induct the clan into their own, allowing the continued survival of the bloodline. this can be enacted when a clan's number drops beneath the range of the clan's expected member count.'"

clearing his throat, he continues on, projecting his voice to call over the now disorganized shinobi.

"in essence, this means that the senju will join either the Uchiha, Uzumaki, or Hatake clans, as those three have priority over other clans in the village due to both personal and blood relations being closest. thus, to avoid further power imbalance in the number of members to each resurrected clan, the Senju will be hosted by the Hatake clan."

[animeyanderelover]

May I request Kunikida, Ango (BSD), Tobirama (Naruto), Uryū, Ryuken (Bleach), and Maki (JJK) with a surgeon darling who has to work extremely long hours and has to travel a lot. So it puts a strain on the relationship. Thank you!

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, controlling behavior

@shumidehiro @naeho @swagenemyartisan @leveyani @izanami78

Surgeon darling

Tobirama Senju

🌊​As someone who also is rather workaholic, perhaps he's being a bit of a hypocrite when he scolds you for your long hours working. Really, he is no better than you and he fully knows that yet you're obviously someone he looks out more for as you're his lover. Tobirama is most likely a bit torn apart about your position though. On the one hand he is proud of the fact that his s/o is such a diligent and hard worker, he's very proud to introduce them as his s/o to everyone else. The long hours of work aren't that big of a problem considering that he also works rather long as a Hokage so he initially forgives your even longer schedules as you do something to contribute to the village his brother has worked so hard on. The longer this continues though, the more he grows irritated about it. He is not a clingy lover but he would like to use the time both of you have together which is incredibly short due to you being even more obsessed with your work than he is. ​He isn't really worried about using his position as a Hokage to cut your work a bit shorter.

🌊​He's actually taking the time to discuss the matter with you, a privilege born out of his respect of your hard work. Obviously work is important but he won't deny that he would also like to spend the evening with you after a long day of hard work and, he's low-key a bit hurt about you prioritizing your work over him. Yes, even if your works involves saving the life of others. At least within the village he has control over you, on missions that is harder because. You're usually always needed since you're the best medic in the village. Not to say that he doesn't trust you but considering that you need to travel so often and he won't be there to remind you to consume a freaking meal every few hours, he's a tad bit concerned. So he often only lets you leave with shinobi he trusts and who he knows will remind you to take care of yourself. The constant travels are honestly a test of his endurance though because at times it really feels like he's single. If there ever should come a time where he forbids you to travel in favor of staying with him, don't protest. Is it really too much for him to ask of you to spend some time with him too? Yes, he loves your dedication for your village but never dare to prioritize it over him.

Kunikida Doppo

📓Kunikida had a lot of people dying on him during his time in the Detective Agency so he appreciates the work his darling does for all the hurt and injured people. You might not have an ability like Yosano's that assists you in healing others instantly although under somewhat terrifying conditions but you do your best and work your hardest. So he has a large amount of respect for you but that does nothing to help him and his ever-growing worries as he soon sees just how brutal your work schedule is. It's like you never stop working, whenever you come home you eat a quick meal, try to sleep with the few hours you have before heading right back to the hospital. There are days where Kunikida doesn't even see you even when you're still in Yokohama. Other times you're simply gone because you travel a lot since your service is requested. It's so jarring, he feels like he lives alone and worst is that he basically does. This isn't what he visualized when he started a relationship with you, this isn't what he's written down in his book regarding the plans for his life. He wanted domestic bliss and togetherness but what he has now is only loneliness and worries for your lack of self-care.

📓You two are having a discussion soon, Kunikida won't let those things just slide. Not only is he hating the fact that nothing is really going as he has planned it, but he's also concerned for your health. How can you expect to continue helping others if you neglect yourself after all? Honey, a break won't hurt anyone. There are other surgeons who can take over for a while. He's trying to convince you to take a few days off to rest, to look after yourself, to spend some goddamn time with him. He's initially starting very calmly as he tries to rationalize with you. Yet if you don't listen, he's going to sound genuinely upset with you at one point, might even raise his voice a tad bit as he's getting shortly a bit emotional. This means much to him after all as he spends so much time whilst you're away slowly agonizing over your health and whether or not you've collapsed somewhere as a result of the lack of sleep and proper food. Oh, he's definitely going to have a talk with your boss now to talk about this matter. Your schedule will lessen as a result of his discussion and you'll get a few free days in which Kunikida will make sure that you get everything you've deprived yourself off so far.

Sakaguchi Ango

🗃️​Ango is also someone who takes his job seriously and is a hard worker but he's quicker to show his concern for his darling and their health than Tobirama. Don't get him wrong. He values life a lot and he couldn't be prouder of you for dedicating hours of your days towards saving others. He knows how important your job is to you after all since he's normally the one who soothes you and comforts you when despite your best attempts, you lose a human during surgery. But he hates seeing you working yourself to the point where you barely get any sleep and run on coffee and sugar. What use would it be for you to work yourself to the point of exhaustion and eventually suffer from the lack of sleep and incredibly unhealthy diet? He tries to reason with you a lot because he's worried and tries to remind you that if you collapse one day because you don't take good care of you, you won't be able to treat your patients. He's at home already the one who has to literally remind you of taking a meal with all the needed nutritions and has to push you into bed to get some kind of sleep. Also, Ango is sad. Sad about the fact that both of you spend so little time with each other since he valus quality time together.

🗃️​The lack of time both of you spend together is only worsened by the fact that you have to travel so lot. He just knows that you won't look after you so at one point he uses his position to dispatch someone trustworthy from the government to accompany you on all your travels. Is it basically a babysitter for you? Yes, but Ango is worried about you. He's silently suffering for quite a long time because he tries to be respectful of your own wishes, is additionally a bit guilty about his obsession. Yet he still keeps his tabs on you even whilst you're in a different region of Japan. Better be safe than sorry after all. His lenience shouldn't be mistaken as weak-mindedness though as Ango will put his foot down rather firmly when the need ever comes. Especially when it escalates to the point where you work yourself sick will he put a cut in your work life. It can be easily arranged after all, he is well connected within the government. Then you'll find yourself on a temporary break from all the surgeries and the work and he will hear no protest from you. You've worked hard enough after all. You deserve some rest too. See it from the bright side, both of you can finally spend some time together.

Ishida Uryu

🏹​Uryu would also be the type of guy who would enjoy himself a darling who is stable in life, although not too independent to reject his love and help. Initially Uryu is also rather proud, almost a tad bit smug even, about your job and the fact that you save the life of other people. He's definitely bragging ever so slightly about you in front of his friends and he admires you quite greatly for your work and your effort. He isn't oblivious to the fact that your job requires you to work long hours but still, he doesn't expect it to be that bad. He's quickly proven otherwise though and then his initial pride and respect slowly wanes down as it is replaced by growing concern for your health and also growing annoyance as he realizes just how often you have to be gone, leaving him alone for long periods of time. Now, Uryu isn't overly clingy as he is more reserved and subtle as an individual but he values a stable relationship and the feeling of having someone waiting for you at the end of the day. Those values and dreams of his find their quick end within the relationship and he silently loathes returning back home every day without you there. It feels like both of you aren't even a pair in the first place.

🏹​He isn't afraid to talk with you about his thoughts and feelings about the matter of your job either but he constantly has to skip it because you're tired and exhausted whenever you come home. Seeing you nearly falling asleep whilst standing does nothing to decrease his worries and he slowly starts wishing that you would have another job that doesn't drain you as much. He knows that you worked hard for your current position but he's very protective. When he finally gets the chance to discuss it with you, he makes his unhappiness and his concern clear, the displeasure visible on his face. He's not asking you to quit but to take it slower and to lessen your tight schedule. He grows visible irritated if you refuse to listen, although he holds onto his composure. If talking with you fails though, he is quick to take matters into his own hands. He comes to pay a visit at whatever hospital you're working in and he is not afraid to have a serious talk with your boss. He isn't yelling or being aggressive but a master at composed intimidation and if he has to spend hours arguing with your boss to lessen your work, he very well will. He'll worry about your potential ire later.

Ishida Ryuken

◻️Honey, you can bet your kidney that he will make sure to have you working under his own guidance. So if you're not working in his hospital, he will do everything to change that. Ryuken has a very bad control streak going on and that increases especially once he sees your daily schedule. Obviously he's very focused on his work too and would probably also not be opposed to his s/o being able to work as long as he still is in control. But your work life is just too much and whilst he isn't someone who would baby his darling, seeing your lifestyle sets the alarm off in his head. The countless hours you work everyday and the constant trips you have to take elsewhere not only make it hard for him to have his eye on you all of the time but also threatens your health. He sees how exhausted and tired you are all the time and how unhealthy your diet is and it has him going maybe just a bit insane. He's approached you about this too, in shock about how you're a surgeon and doctor yet dismiss your own health so easily. Whilst it might sound selfish, especially coming from Ryuken who owns a hospital, he'd rather leave the faith of your patients uncertain to guarantee that you prioritize yourself more.

◻️He's seeking you out to ask if you'd like to transfer and work alongside with him. He's meticulously analyzed the work condition in your current job and has made it a point to suggest to you a better contract. If you reject him, you'll undeniably damage his pride a little bit but he can masterfully hide that. If he can't convince you, his next goal is your boss and then Ryuken will go all in. He's a very determined individual but differently than his son he's also a lot more colder and sharper with his choice of words, ever so slightly passive-aggressive if things take a bit too long for his taste. Yet there's also this unsettling air of confidence around him as he's sure that he'll eventually get what he wants. As soon as he has successfully added you to the staff in his own hospital, you're immediately put on break for a few weeks. In those few weeks he sees it through himself that you get a healthy 7-8 hours of sleep everyday, get some fresh air and eat some balanced meals. Keep your anger in check if you want to work as soon as possible again. Now that he is your boss, he also has control over you and can also just check on you whenever he wants as soon as he allows you to work again.

Zenin Maki

💚​Maki is for a while being openly smug about all the praise her darling gets for their hard work. She's fitting with all other characters in liking herself a darling who isn't fully dependent yet also makes sure that her s/o would never think of straying away from her side. She enjoys how all of her friends and former underclassmen admire you for your hard work and for saving lives, even though you don't fight curses. It's still save to say that Maki is a tad bit apprehensive about the hospital you work in. Curses are born from strong negative emotions and a hospital is always a place swarming with lots of negative emotions so she makes sure to visit you once or twice a week to make sure that no curses are crawling around and could potentially endanger you. All her smugness gradually fades away though when she experiences what it is like to be in a relationship with you. Frankly spoken, it feels like you two aren't even a thing. Not because you treat her coldly but because working as a surgeon is extremely time-consuming and your constant journeys elsewhere only make the feeling worse. It really gets on Maki's nerves after a while and she is not a woman to hold her thoughts back.

💚​No, she's very blunt with you the next time you're home and tells you very clearly how she feels. Whilst she knows that it isn't fully your fault, she's very assertive. She expects you to arrange things with your boss so that you have a bit more free time. She's also worried about your physical and mental condition with your long hours of work and if you try to brush it off as nothing, she'll definitely give you a sturdy scolding for being so immature. You're being ridiculous right now since you should know best what a human body requires in order to be healthy. If you refuse to listen to her or have troubles with your boss, no problem. She'll just appear randomly in the hospital you work in, very willing to have a word or two with your boss. If your body ever ends up being overwhelmed with the lack of care you give it, expect her to not even let you leave the house. She doesn't give a shit about your schedule in such a moment as she pushes you with her unmatched strength into the mattress and tells you firmly to just rest. Seriously, how hard can it be to take a day or two off? Don't expect her to allow you to go to work when your health is tattered in which case she will sturdily chide you for your reckless ignorance.

[slurmdog]

based on this au post from @doveywovy - a tobiizu zombie apocalypse. good thing they're judo champions! tough luck that izuna injured tobirama in a spar right before everything went down, though

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 751: Hakogaku's preliminary inspection

Pag 1

1: Plunging into a new chapter!!

Pag 2

1: The rivals standing in their way in the Inter High!!

Pag 3

1: Kanagawa Prefecture, Hakone city

3: Huh, a preliminary inspection

4: for the Inter High!?

5: Yeah... well... it's a usual thing

Now, really? Really?

Pag 4

1: Gwaaa hoii!!

2: I'll go, I'll go, I'll go!!

Yeeah!!

4: Huh, preliminary inspection? I might be a little interested

He's suddenly acting cool!?

5: Ah

Pag 5

1: Coough

Waaaa

He's suddenly vomiting blood!?

2: He definitely bit his tongue while jumping around in excitement earlier....

3: 'm ohey

It's obvious that your tongue hurts....

Yeah...

This guy is always injured....

4: If nohing!!

I get it, I get it!!

5: 'en u we 'eave? (When do we leave?)

In thirty minutes, before the clubroom... you'll take a car to the train station

'aight!!

6: It's so obvious he's happy about it

7: Was that right? They didn't give us details

I guess, it's what Manami-san told us

First year Tobirama

Pag 6

1: Last month, in the club's tournament he won the F-group climber race

Pag 7

1: Yeah, I see, and he's gonna run in this year's Inter High as the sixth regular member of Hakogaku!!

2: Seriously, I

3: I want to be considered cool by everyone!!

4: What's up with him, he looks so cheerful

Cool, cool, Kyuushu~

That Tobirama is so festive

Pag 8

5: Huh!? It's just me and Manami-san!?

Isn't- like, Doubashi-san coming!?

6: Hn.... I told Jou-kun and Yuuto, too, but they had their practice menu, so they said “no”

8: They said no!?

Huh!? But it's a preliminary inspection!?

9: For the Inter High!! A preliminary inspection, right!?

Yeah

Pag 9

1: A preliminary inspection for summer's great battle, right!?

2: That's right... the place we're going to now it's the biggest “mountain”.....

3: A mountain we absolutely have to overcome

4: And yet the other members didn't come!!

Ah... Manami... I'm seeing now that apparently the train stopped because of an accident

Ah

Should we just go there directly?

Is that okay? Thank you

5: Directly!? By car!?

Huh!?

6: To Kyuushu!?

7: The Inter High is in Kyuushu, right? How long will it take from here....

Hm? Around

Pag 10

1: Two hours and a half

Pag 11

4: Yeah... we arrived in two and a half hours, but- this is Chiba, isn't it!?

5: Where is Kyuushu!? Ah!? Is there a theme park like the park in Kyuushu here too?

And what abaout the splendid nature!? The big volcano...!!

6: Ah

7: Where will he have the preliminary inspection?

Cool

If you hurry up and get ready...?

Pag 12

1: We'll do our practice menu here, today

Pag 13

2: Our menu.... did you want to practice here just for a change of mood?

3: It's here, right? Where they do tournaments and stuff

It's Chiba's

4: Minegayama, right?

Yeah!!

5: Hakone is better though

6: I wanted to go to Kyuushu

7: Ah, by the way, speaking of Chiba, an acquaintance of mine lives here

Pag 14

1: You know, I was in the basketball club when I was in middle school

Ehh... I didn't know...

2: A good senpai of mine meddled with their basket club....

3: And apparently he was a good friend with my club's teacher advisor, and so they often organized practice matches with Chiba's middle school

4: I got injured a lot back then, too

So I often got injured and that guy from that middle school took care of me

5: He was so good at treating injuries that in my school they called him the “super manager”

6: I guess he's still in the basket club?

Pag 15

2: Ah, by the way, what's today's practice menu?

Fifteen minutes at a fixed output... three or something?

Nahh

3: Since they'll probably come, it's “do your best to win against that guy”!!

3: Huh!?

Who's gonna come!? You organized this with someone?

4: Any time now... probably

But we didn't

5: Organize it

6: Huh!?

The sound of wheels.... from behind us!? A bike!? …. no, more than one

Pag 16

2: They're here

Pag 17

1: Last year's champion, Sohoku High School!!

Pag 18

5: Teh!?

7: Yo

Pag 19

1: It's been a while, Sakamichi-kun

2: Hakogaku's captain, Manami Sangaku- why is he here!!

Pag 20

1: Wearing their jerseys and riding their bikes, there's no way they came here to sightsee!!

2: Manami-kun!!

3: The Inter High is next week already, isn't it? Bu before that.... I thought we should cross that “mountain*” once

(*NdT.: here, the kanji say “mountain king”, but the reading says “mountain”)

Pag 21

1: “Mountain”.....!! “That we absolutely have to overcome”- so this is the “preliminary inspection”!!

2: How about... that summit over there?

Your team... we're at an overwhelmind disadvantage, but

3: We don't plan on losing

It's a “preliminary battle”!?

5: Manami-san's concentration.....

Pag 22

1: it sprang up!!

Sounds interesting, doesn't it!?

Pag 23

1: A preliminary battle!?

He wants' to challenge us!?

2: Now!?

Here!?

3: You came here... on purpose... for this?

4: Yeah

5: I came here for this only?

7: Uh!! Sohoku's captain's.....

Pag 24

1: Onoda-san's concentration sprang up too!!

Got it!!

Pag 25

1: Onoda!!

2: Onoda-kun!!

3: Seriously!?

4: Waaa

5: We're starting a race against those two!? Teh!?

6: Oh, oh oh?

Pag 26

1: Really?

Those jerseys

2: It's Hakone Academy and Sohoku!!

[zentriii]

i was thinking about tobirama's death [as one does] in the first war compared to how hiruzen led konoha during the third war and had to sit with the cultural change in warfare in which clan leaders [during the warring clans]/kages take a backseat to lead their men. and i was like okay well tobirama grew up and spent his life on the battlefield of course he dies in war. and with hiruzen only being selected right before he dies, clearly it wasn't a smooth transition to power, likely leading hiruzen to not fight in the next wars, knowing just how turbulent a change in power in the middle of the war can be [which adds to more reasons beyond age and increased manpower in the war for why he holds onto the hat until the end of the third war. it seems to be a choice the other kages either choose not to follow or can't by the time of the fourth war but anyways–].

tobirama. dying in the war. back to that.

hey why the fuck is the hokage even running missions during the war with only his escort unit anyways?? Clearly it must be something important, right?? i mean u got the leader of a whole ass village during the first ever war since peace was made, tobirama's presence had to be vital. yes you could explain increased risk taking behaviour coupled with apathy towards his life by grief but he's not kakashi. fun parallel but i think circumstances are different enough to explore the route that no one else could have taken this sort of mission. as in top secret. as in hush hush.

while i think the idea of a leak is great fuel for danzo's seal [beyond the obvious reasons], i think it's just standard shinobi luck that eventually got them. apologies for the brief powerscaling but i do NOT think tobirama couldn't have taken out the kinkaku unit by himself if he was in peak condition. like yea there were at least 20 of them, two of which were like. mini jinchurikis. so it wouldn't have been an easy, decisive win, but at no point do any of them suggest taking them head on. which i think is interesting because your options are that konoha's presence cannot be known due to the delicacy of the mission or something OR they're injured and know there's no chance of victory. i mean come on, it's 7:20, not the greatest odds but not impossible either, especially with a hokage in the mix. which given the plan they went with, it can't be a complete secrecy thing.

so yea. you got a weakened squad of seven, likely on their way back from a mission since there's no line about abandoning it after running something of importance. and like. not to pin everything on danzo [whom i find interesting and complex and want to squash like a bug], but building on the fanon that he played a role in the destruction of uzushio? i think running an errand or message or wtv to them of great importance bc of konoha's alliance with them but then losing their hokage for it?? oh it would be so easy for him to look the other way, to not quite consider sending help as an urgent matter. according to this analysis, konoha already had its hands full of their own matters anyways.

if danzo learns how easy it is to look away, mayb even how beneficial it is to konoha in the long run without powerful yet unreliable allies, well. the uchiha massacre is just another domino in this series of events, isn't it? [danzo my beloved unreliable narrator ur descent into madness captivates me babygirl]

[i referenced this timeline when my memory was a bit spotty bc kishimoto's timeline is a horrendous mess btw but i might have missed a few things. if you'll excuse me i have to go scream into a pillow or something]

[hashimadathinker]

Tobiizu "Lie exposed" as the prompt

chat i did!!!! it hope u like it!!!! i had no clue at first but thwn..

if there are any big mistakes pls lmk cus i dont have a beta reader... but i wanna put this on ao3 😔

fic below cut

Ok so basically I was thinking of when tbrm killed izn kinda indirectly in battle,,,, and I thought like hmm……. maybe they can have a lil chat and that can change 🧐

OH AND ALSO I WAS THINKING LIKE- hmmm how can i get them alone??? then my brain lit up like EUREKA!!!! IZUNA HAS SHARINGAN!!!! GENJUTSU!!! and i went but wait.. thats itachis jutsu... well ill give it a lil backstory! so izuna developed this genjutsu but the rest of the clan improved it as they went on, this is its early stages to it doesnt last as long! ok ignore me in being autistic rn

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Tobirama didn't like Uchihas. It was a lie he told to everyone including himself. But the truth can't have been that obvious, right? Tobirama was wrong in thinking that. He had a "perfect opportunity" to injure Izuna in battle, but he faltered. he couldn't kill him. He couldn't hurt him. As children they had met several times, both tailing their respective elder brothers on their father's orders. Tobirama hated it, he had known Izuna was an Uchiha, yet felt so close to him. They were so similar, that it hurt. He knew that he should hate Izuna. He knew he should want to kill him. He knew that Izuna was capable of killing him too. There was so much that he knew, but among all of the facts, there were nagging questions that wouldn't go away. 'What if Izuna feels the same way?' Or 'What if it comes to the moment when I do have to kill him? What if I can't do it?' Finally of course, 'When will this war be over?' He wanted to be at peace, to not have to kill anymore, to be free to feel.

The answers revealed themselves when the moment came. He couldn't kill Izuna Uchiha.

They stood parallel to each other, eyes frozen. Tobirama shuddered as both of their swords clashed with faltering force. Neither was ready, and neither ever would be. Izuna’s eyes flashed as he looked at Tobirama, and both their weapons turned to wisps of smoke. They stood alone, their surroundings wavy and changing.

"What is this?" Tobirama asked, narrowing his eyes.

"It's a harmless genjutsu. Well, in this case at least." said Izuna, "I developed it myself"

Tobirama found himself smiling at this.

Izuna went on to explain, "It allows for private conversations within the minds of two people. A few seconds for ones that aren't in this jutsu will be almost 4 hours for us."

Tobirama's stance had changed as he was no longer holding his sword. Rather than crouching, he stood straight but ready. The raven-haired boy sighed relieved.

Izuna's expression was calm. "I know you can't kill me, Senju."

"You don't know anything, Uchiha." Tobirama spat back, albeit softly.

Another sigh escaped Izuna's lips.

"Please, Tobirama. Just tell me the truth already."

Tobirama crossed his arms, huffing, "What are you talking about, Izuna? I haven't told you any lies!"

"You've told everyone lies. Yourself- and I- included."

The Uchiha stepped closer.

"Don't do this Izuna. Please."

Another step.

He reached out to Tobirama and cupped his face in his palm. He cocked his head at the Senju boy. "We don't talk now, Tobirama, but we used to. We would whisper and rant and meet eyes, always in secret because our fathers had sent us to spy on our brothers who were doing the same thing."

Tobiramas gaze drifted away from his.

"Look at me, Senju. I know you're lying. I can tell, I always could. You know that."

He looked back at the Uchiha boy, his old friend.

"No one can hear or see?" He asked cautiously.

Izuna smiled. "No one. It hasn't even been a second out there."

Tobirama took the step this time, wrapping his arms around Izuna's waist. He squeezed his eyes shut.

"I hate you." He whispered.

Izuna hugged him back giggling.

"Liar"

[thoughtfullydopedragon]

Madara: he couldn’t go, bc he is injured.

Tobirama: I wasn’t injured, I was lightly stabbed

Hashirama: I am sorry, YOU WERE STABBED?!!

Tobirama: LIGHTLY stabbed…

[kankuroplease]

I know that these take a long time to make Hc and also a drawing (sometimes we all just don't want to draw a character 😭) and yet I want an Hc for each child of Ringo and Wolfgang. 😭😭 ...but couls you at least do Wolfgang's first child before leaving Konoha?Asahi right ?

At least you acknowledge that it’s a lot of work 😆 Asahi is a good pick to get to know~

His birth was a big deal as his mother is the baby of her family having her first baby, a child Wolfang swore he’d never have, and he’s also the first grandchild of Ebba, Sara, and Kane.

So that meant there was a lot of excitable Uchiha, Senju, and Inuzuka to welcome Asahi into the world

His name made Sumi frown a bit as she knows Ebba only suggested it because of Asako

The Senju brothers congratulated their cousin on joining them in fatherhood with a healthy boy

The Uchiha brothers threatened him about being a good father to their nephew

He was a super fussy little one, so Sumi had to help Ringo find what soothed him best (which happened to be being walked for hours on end)

Asahi would cry almost non stop on Wolfgang but became instantly content when Kawarama, Hashirama, or Tobirama held him (which was annoying to poor Wolfgang)

But his first world was calling for his father, so it made those first few hellish months seem like nothing

Once he got adjusted to the world, they realized he was a shy little boy

Preferring to stay by his parents sides verses playing with his many cousins

When his own siblings started popping up, he finally made some friends

He was the socially awkward one of the bunch, but he tried to be a good big brother

Growing up, he was often confused for being a girl and it didn’t help that he was smaller than a lot of boys his age

Which lead to him training with his mother and father to have something to go all day

He was really only able to make friends with the other outcast, Ivan. Who happened to be blind (which was more of an inconvenience than a problem if you asked Ivan)

They spent a lot of time talking about what they’d like to do one day and Ivan thought Asahi how to listen more carefully to what’s around him

He was rather impressed with how his friend could identify sounds so well

Wolfgang gave him the all black wolf pup he named Kage

He almost got in serious trouble with the village leader for beating up his sons who were bullying him and Ivan

That was until Ebba brought up that the village leaders psycho brats didn’t just injure her grandson, but also his ninken and thus they should’ve been punished worse than a few bruises and a broken nose by their own laws

Even though no punishment came to Asahi and many villagers sided with him defending himself and his ninken, he chose to withdraw from most of the world

Instead focusing on training Kage and helping train a dog for his friend to be able to navigate the world with

He even was able to convince his father to train Ivan to use his wind release to further improve his performance

He eventually found that his sense of smell was abnormal even amongst Inuzuka and that, along with Ivan’s training, helped him win hunting competitions.

Ivan’s father took notice of the skills Asahi possessed and how much he helped his son without expecting anything

He offered him a job as a bounty hunter. It wasn’t a job most people would wanted their kids in, but he saw potential in Asahi (mainly because he heard of the Uchiha’s sharingan and wanted to see it in action)

Asahi knew his parents would disapprove, so he asked his grandmother what he should do

To which he was given her earrings and told to live his life how he wants to. His parents can’t live it for him and she can’t tell him what to do as he was nearing an age of independence

So he joined us friend and his father on a “hunt” and found that he liked the trill of bounty hunting

Wolfgang eventually caught on to what his oldest was up to and tried to talk some sense into him, but Asahi argued back that this is no different than what he did in the land of fire

The only difference is that his friend’s father only took them on bounties that didn’t require them to kill anyone

He also argued that with how big their family was, this insured they could buy enough grain for the winter

It was also during that heated argument that his parents learned he had awakened his sharingan and hid it from them

It actually awakened after that fight with the village leader’s sons when he was worried about Kage’s injuries

His rebellious personality slowly started to seep out as he shed his once shy persona despite him still having that sweet boyish smile

Not having to hide his bounty hunting anymore allowed him to take on much more dangerous hunts

earning him renown and many admirers

Even more so when he hit his growth spurt and stood slightly above his father’s height

Despite his new found popularity, he still kept to himself, Ivan, and his family

Kuri was always annoyed with how secretive he was and swore she hated his stupid friend (Ivan) for turning him into this moody guy

He knew Rickrack was trying to keep up with him, and he allowed it to an extent. but he also told him he had to be good. Their mom didn’t deserve two headache inducing sons

The triplets were always in his stuff and demanding sweets, which was annoying to him

Elke? She was a good mellow kid whole would give him her dessert if the triplets took his

Arashi was always breaking his things and that was even more annoying

As the grew into young men, they stayed good friends with Asahi attending his best friends wedding to his sister, Kuri 🙃

His big jobs allowed him to take more time off and rebuild the relationship he almost destroyed with his own father pursuing his career

The biggest controversy he had was a few years down the road when paying off a fiery red haired girls debt, thus freeing her but her following him home despite him trying to ditch her multiple times

Somehow everyone assumed he purchased her and as she still had a collar on and was sleeping in the chicken coop

He eventually got out of her that she had no place to go and didn’t even know how to get home

he reluctantly agreed to let her stay at his home as long as she didn’t get in his way

he worked on getting that horrid collar off and made sure to tell her to tell people he was not her master and she could leave whenever she wants

He found out her name was Kichijo (Kiki for short), and she was an Uzumaki

She just didn’t want to (there’s plenty to eat, it’s warm, he doesn’t require her to be in his bed, and he can speak her language. It’s a dream deal) and Kage didn’t want her to leave either

Four legged traitor

Most days were spent in a comfortable silence, but he’d occasionally come home to hear her singing or humming while cooking

It puts a smile on his face for a brief moment

When they do argue, it’s usually about him blowing off his family’s invitations to dinners

Because it’s none of her business what he does with his family

And because she would give anything to have her own family back and he doesn’t seem to realize or care how special that is

they call a truce instead of actually apologizing 9/10

Thus he has a non wife soon to be wife

[suzunara]

When border negotiations turned into a skirmish, Izuna cursed himself slightly for being injured. He wasn't very careful earlier and he paid a price for that with a cut across his right leg.

Izuna had to put down his sword to use his signature fireball jutsu, until a suiton dragon crashed down the enemy formation, thus making Konoha gaining the upper hand.

Izuna: ?! that suiton ...

Tobirama: Izuna!

Tobirama came with backup, but the fight was good as finished after Tobirama's involvement. Izuna had to chuckle from that because his husband could be unpredictable at times.

Tobirama: how's your leg?

Izuna: bleeding profusely, hun. I can't really walk here

Tobirama, concerned: can you stand up atleast? I'll carry you back

Izuna: whaaaat??? No don't do that! *waves hands* just heal me here and it'll be done

Tobirama: my healing is not as good as my brother's though

Izuna: ah it's better than nothing

But the couple's banter was rudely interrupted when one injured enemy nin got up, somehow survived the water dragon jutsu. He started to berate and mock Izuna's incapabilities to defend himself and fight, and had to rely on a Senju to save him when he's an Uchiha.

Izuna was about to retort but then Tobirama placed a placating hand on his shoulder, his touch was warm but his gaze towards the enemy was cold and calculating.

Tobirama: I must refute your outlandish statement. My wife isn't a weak Uchiha, unlike your sorry self who couldn't even hold a candle to Izuna's magnificence.

Izuna: Tobi ...

Tobirama: you have insulted my spouse, therefore by extent you have insulted Konoha as a whole.

Before Tobirama could end the poor guy, it was Izuna's turn to grab his arm.

Izuna: don't. I think today is enough

Tobirama: but dear, he insulted you—

Izuna: so what? Atleast we did a number on him and his team. Look, he couldn't even stand up straight *giggles*

Tobirama sighed, he relented to Izuna's request. But that didn't stop him from picking his husband from the ground into a bridal carry, much to Izuna's chagrin and the shocked faces of their comrades.

Tobirama: let that be a lesson for you, and the rest of the village.

Izuna: *sighed* husband, you spooked him enough, let's go home instead, hm?

The journey back home was accompanied by Izuna's teasing over Tobirama's protective nature, and Tobirama denying left and right with a flush across his pale cheeks with Izuna's delight.

— omake!!

Izuna: soooo ... I'm your wife now?

Tobirama: well yes? And as your husband, it is my duty to assist you

Izuna: *was about to tease Tobi more but ended up so gobsmacked and red all over his face*

[manjirosanosrealwife]

guy's I fear that I'm going back into my Naruto phase... How do I know?

Well.

THIS MAN RIGHT HERE IS THE CULPRIT. IT'S HIS FAULT I'M GOING BACK INTO MY NARUTO PHASE!

LIKE WHY THE FUCK IS HE SO FINE 😫

AND BEFORE ANY OF YOU COME AT ME FOR THIS, YES I KNOW I HAVE PROBLEMS LEAVE ME ALONE 🤬

Like I've been trying to find this one Wattpad story (yes I read Wattpad fucking sue me 🙄) about Tobirama and reader and she's poor and he's a ninja, they meet when they we're kids and he was injured. she tried to help him but failed miserably because she didn't know what she was doing, and over time the hangout together. Of course Tobirama is Tobirama so imagine what that's like, they bonded over time and then winter came and she basically almost died of frost bite because he got busier and busier, she disappeared when he went to go help and find her then years later they see each other again but she's married to Madara Uchiha, so then they meet up in secret and he's teaching her how to read and write etc. ANYWAYS, DOES ANYONE KNOW THE NAME OF THAT STORY??

[parafic]

Elau!

ELAU!

Mostly to end the fussing, Itama asks, “Where is the Uchiha?” “In the largest secure cell,” Hashirama says.  “He woke up just before Tobirama came to get us, actually, but he wasn’t awake enough to say much yet… was he injured, by the way?” Itama nods.  “He tried to cut his own throat to escape.  Whatever he did, it must be either very dangerous, or very unreliable.” “Most likely unreliable.  Not much is more dangerous than suicide,” Hashirama muses.  “I healed him, but I’ll take a closer look this evening.” “Or someone else did it,” Kawarama says. “I assume nii-san was watching us.  How long did it take him to reach us?”