#omega!izuna

[ikemenomegas]

There's a curse, it runs through us (3)

Omega!Izuna Uchiha x Alpha!Reader

pt 1 pt 2

cw: ongoing discussions of period typical sexism, arranged marriage, implied female alpha

Ane-san's mantle hangs heavily on your shoulders.

The situation is one that is unique, and so is the kimono that you now will wear to the ceremony. The kimono and hiyoku have been dyed from the original white, so that the traditional black of an alpha's layers show beneath the outermost layer.

The coat, which is a glorious sunset red, patterned in gold flames and black clouds and white rivers. It is what would have suited ane-san's high standing at the wedding but it feels too fine on you, stepping into the occasion. Which one of you now is the ghost for the other?

Your aunt smooths back your hair and meets your doubtful look in the beaten bronze mirror, the line of her brows soften.

"It's been in our family for generations," she says, tugging the collar of the uchikake to lay perfectly flat. "You look like a bride," she says. It is both consolation and encouragement.

The position you are going to take up in the clan will require a careful balancing act. That knowledge made your chest tighten, but in the mirror it didn't appear to show. The traditional white powder smoothed your features made your eyes appear more stark and you forced yourself to blink slowly, focusing on the flow of chakra through your body.

"Has any like me worn it before?" you can't help but ask. You feel vulnerable and young in a way that you haven't since your first year in battle as a warrior for the clan.

She smiles, and you can feel the strength in your aunt's hands when she lifts you to your feet and keeps holding on as you step carefully into the new zori just outside the door.

"Yes."

The ceremony was already notable for its unavoidable complexities. As an itinerant mercenary shinobi, and a second son, Uchiha Izuna would have traditionally made his way to your family's compound and joined your household, adding the branch family's honor to his own. However, Izuna and his brother were to be the next heads of the clan and took their orders directly from the main branch. You would travel instead with those your sister's had chosen to take with her from the household and hold land for Izuna as part of the main family lands.

The path to the temple, in what felt like a particularly futile attempt, had been picked clean of forest debris in an attempt to keep the hem of your kimono clean. You held the fabric close anyways to keep it off the ground.

Since you would be traveling to main family compound, Izuna had chanced the travel to your family's lands in return. His name would be bound to yours in the family records at the same temple that had offered the funeral rites for ane-san. This path was the same which you had taken when following her casket.

You shook those thoughts away and tried to dismiss the feeling of dread just the same. The path diverged, the place of burning separate from the place you were going. Wasn't a wedding supposed to be a joyful affair?

Your aunt took lifted the back of your coat gently with one hand, the other carefully clutching her own, so that all of your moves were carefully and silent as ghosts, making no noise even over the leaves that had fallen since the children first cleaned the path.

You reached out into the forest and sought to see forward.

Ane-san's residence still had Izuna's portraits, all fifteen years worth. Every painting the main family had ever sent was there, but you had only opened the last one. All of the others had been stacked so carefully, but the ties around them were crisp, without the wearing that frequent opening and closing might cause. You didn't know why ane-san never opened the old portraits, but you left them alone.

Perhaps it was desperation that drew your senses, searching for the original which could have inspired the artist's rendition even though you would meet him soon, even though you had no familiarity with which to identify your betrothed. You felt as though you were walking into a trap. There were too many factors that would be entirely out of your control.

Uchiha Izuna's mother was long dead and Uchiha Madara, as far as you knew, was not yet mated. They were the only two of Tajima-sama's sons still living. You would be the only alpha in the immediate main family, even if it was by marriage, and the only wife.

You would also be the first marriage into the main family in this generation, making you the first child related to the head by giri, by the obligations and responsibility of being Izuna's mate. All of this would place you immediately into the clan's upper hierarchy, but you knew your own clan well enough to know this didn't remedy your being an effective outsider.

Yours would also be the first fulfilled betrothal from Tajima-sama's five sons, even if your hand hadn't been the first one offered. Another pang of grief struck through your chest, already the most familiar wound on your body. It would do no good to regret what had already come to pass. The duty of that old oath weighed heavily upon you, it dragged behind you and was carried by one of your few remaining family at your side.

The temple was in sight when you sensed it, a well of unfamiliar power approaching from the opposite direction. It was dark and light and deeper than your own but somehow familiar. Your eyes ached in a way that was becoming familiar.

Light broke over you and the others. You crossed the threshold of the temple grounds where the forest had been cut away. The others, Izuna's escort, were a little ways ahead of yours, and you withdrew your senses, perturbed.

You came upon them soon enough, waiting. It was mostly men, battle hardened warriors. Among them you could see one other who was as alpha as you were, although much older, and scent another omega, although that presence was skillfully disbursed.

A man stood at the forefront of the group, the colors of his montsuki haori inverted just as yours were. His jacket was as white as the kimono you wore had once been, the Uchiha crest splashed in red and careful embroidery in the usual places.

None of you had concealed your presence and he turned when he heard. There was no reaction of any kind on his face. Even as an omega, you were both shinobi, and his face had also been left uncovered, with no hood or veil. His thick hair was bound into a tidy braid which fell down his back.

You felt as though you were sitting behind the eyes of a ghost.

Ane-san, forgive me.

He only bowed when you approached but you knew who it was. He looked too much like his picture to be anyone else.

A priest emerged before a word could be said, as though the bow had been the signal, and began the familiar rhythm of ceremony.

Music struck up around the courtyard - instruments and your own clans' humming. Purification, pouring cold water from a ladle for every person who would enter into the temple, including you and then Izuna.

You walked side by side, step by step. It was unnerving how his steps aligned with yours, or yours with his, until it was as though one body walked towards the altar.

You sat on polished wooden stools, side by side, while drums beat alongside your heart and the hum took on a different tone. There was the familiar feeling of seals activating, enclosing the marriage of an Uchiha heir from prying eyes.

The priest, an omega male, began a warbling song, announcing your name and Izuna's before the altar. You snuck another glance from the corner of your eye and could only thank your training for not startling when you saw him doing the same.

Three stacked cups, each shallow and each of a different size and material were place before you. The first was offered to you, and you drank it carefully. The alcohol scorched a path like katon down your throat. The cup was filled again and Izuna drank in three measured movements while you watched with the curiosity entitled to a new bride.

The second cup was glazed red as the clan crest and Izuna once again drank, the alcohol dropping smooth and clear between his lips. Once again it burned, sweet and warm, when the cup was traded back to your hands.

The third was filled with three sharp movements from the priest, the clan's dispersed sound rising around you. The liquor pooled in the dark earthenware clay cup and ignited the fire in your belly when you drank.

You caught Izuna's gaze over the lip of the last cup as you lowered it.

He watched you with quiet dark eyes, eyes liquid as ink. He was beautiful. It was not fair that you be here when elder sister was scattered ashes. A breath caught in your throat for just a second.

It was in that second that you saw the tinniest movement from your new mate, his fingers curling inward as if to form a fist. You blinked slowly, focusing inward once more to burn more quickly through the alcohol from the ceremony, feeling your chakra heat your body. It let you pretend the drop in your stomach was not a confusing amount of disappointment.

Izuna took the last dark cup in his hands and drained it without hesitation.

You could understand his apprehensions easily. They were after all the same as yours. Izuna had spent all of his life expecting one thing, only to presented with an entirely different scenario. Your name was already traded for ane-san's in the family register. The ceremony was only a requirement of tradition. By clan law, he was your spouse and you were his.

Of course it would be disconcerting to be confronted with that truth and a stranger who looked nothing like the painted portrait that had been sent to him every year.

A younger priestess handed you a folded sheet of paper and you and Izuna stood. The vows were the same you had heard at other clan weddings. Only, in order to indicate a balance in your pair, you read them with Izuna instead of alone.

Together you recited gratitude to the clan for a good match, promised harmony in your intentions, protection that your omega would not need, a devotion that he could not give you, and a kind of honor which was the only thing that the two of your had left.

The priests began circulating with wine for the guests while you and Izuna made your final offerings before the altar and the clan's humming came to a gradual end as each one drank their own mouthful of the rice liquor.

And just like that, with the last offering, it was done. Unless he killed you while the seals were still up guarding the temple, you would leave with him for the main compound in the morning.

*the described ceremony is intentionally altered from the resources I could find on traditional Shinto style Japanese weddings and is meant to be reflectively symbolic of izuna and mc. Please excuse any issues in it

[23raccoons]

Summary:

Candy floss hair, messily tied in a bun atop her head, pieces falling around her face, and downcast eyes. Pale skin splotchy, blotchy, patches of red across her cheeks and nose, face puffy. A handful of tissues balled in one shaky fist. The very top of a scent patch peeking out from where her hood bunches at her neck. She shuffles, nervously, to Hashirama’s side.

Beside him Shisui lowers his pistol, the others stiffen. Madara can’t smell her, scent patch daming her pheromones, but he knows, just as he knows his love for his dying brother, and his hatred for Tobirmara, what she is.

Omega.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Suicide Relationships: Haruno Sakura & Uchiha Madara, Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Izuna,  Additional Tags: Suicide, Graphic descriptions of injury, Medical Inaccuracies, medical gore, Guns, Gunshot Wounds, Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Angst, Hurt No Comfort

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

-Shakespeare romeo & juliet

friday 10:36 pm

The rain comes down a torrential downpour, hard and heavy. Tobirama is holding Sakura upright, gripping her upper arms, trying to shake her from her shock. One hand is still holding the pistol, the metal warm against her rain shilled skin. Sirens sound in the distance. Tobirama shakes her again. She tries to focus through the dazes she’s floating in.

“Go home.” He commands her, lips and teeth crashing against hers, like he would devour her if he could. “Run. As fast as you can. Pretend you were never here.”

He removes his jacket, throwing it around her shoulders. She takes off, rain swallowing her whole.

saturday 12:05 am

Rain patters against the window of the small dim hospital room, apathetic to Madara’s melancholy. He sits, sentry, in a small folding chair, over his sleeping brother. Elbows on knees, he rests his face in his palms. One leg is bouncing, he cannot get it to stop. Wires and tubes attach quietly beeping and whirring machines to Izuna, his beloved little brother, supporting his life force. The doctors say there is nothing else they can do, but wait, cranking up the morphine drip. He will be gone before morning.

“We have neither the healers nor technology to do more than ease his passage,” the old doctor tells him, a hand on his shoulder. “It would take a miracle even at a top hospital, with a fully trained healing staff, to save him.”

The Uchiha clan is dying. Running out of funds. Running out of alphas. Running out of time. Cursed. The hospital is barely operating. An ER bay. An operating room. One floor of less than twenty patient rooms, manned by two doctors and a handful of nurses. Everything is outdated, old technology strung together by the janitor, an attempt to make the equipment to last as long as possible.

Senju Tobirama will die at dawn.

A vibration in his pocket, alerts him to yet another message rolling in. Madara’s been ignoring them for hours now, Obito stands guard outside, he will let him know of anything of real importance. He wipes his checks, removing traces of fallen tears. Izuna is in agony, a slow, painful death, coming in and out of conscience.

“I swear to you little brother,” he whispers, leaning forward to place a kiss on the other man’s forehead. “I will kill Tobirama. I would kill every last Senju, to avenge you. And if I fail, we will be meeting again, sooner, rather than later. Goodbye, my brother”

Leaning back in his uncomfortable hard plastic seat, Madara closes his eyes. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. One of the beta nurses–perhaps the one Itachi is dating, if he were in the mood to care– comes in to check on vitals and bandages.

“They need changed again,” she explains, softly. Madara nods, he’s not too familiar with the medicinal arts, but even he knows it’s not a favorable omen, Izuna blood seeping out from the bandages to pool on the threadbare sheets of the hospital bed. He steps out into the hall, sliding the large glass panel back into place.

Inside the room, the metallic, copper tang of Izuna’s blood overpowered the usual hospital smells, but out in the hallway, air purifiers whirring, it mostly just smells of chemical disinfectant. Obito greets him with a frown and a nod, not meeting his eyes. Obito is odd, at best, but his loyalty to Madara is unwavering, a perfect guard dog. He ignores the younger man, choosing to busy himself with a styrofoam cup of low-quality coffee that only ever seems to be found in hospitals.

“Madara,” Obito half shouts, to get his attention. Madara spins, had Izuna taken a turn for the worse in the few steps to the coffee station? The room door is still slid shut, Obito’s on the phone, one hand over the mouthpiece as he’s shouting.

“Mada-” Obito is shushed by several of the betas sitting at the nurses station. He hands the phone out, “It’s Itachi.”

Madara slowly slides the phone up to his ear, this better be fuckin good, calling at a time like this. “Talk.”

“It’s the Senju,” Itachi ever straight to the point, keyboard clicking in the background. He’s set up surveillance in the tiny security office of the hospital. “One car, approaching the hospital. It’s Senju Hashirama’s personal vehicle.”

Fucking Hashirama, always meddling where he doesn’t belong. A soft hearted alpha, coming to beg Madara to spare his own brother. The time for peace is passing, with each of Inuza’s shaky breathes, as he inches closer to death.

“Come,” he barks at Obito. The two men take the rickety elevator down to the entrance floor, it clanks and clunks and grinds, the Uchiha have little to fund the hospital, and elevator maintenance does not appear to be high on the budget’s priority list. Itachi, lightly weezing, from his jog from the dark hole of the hospital's security office, joins them in the lobby. Sasuke and Shisui hovering near the front door, one standing guard, the other with his face pressed up against the glass, squinting out into the darkness. Full tactical gear. Ammored. Weaponed.

Here, in this hospital, are the last five alphas of the Uchiha clan. Izuna, dying upstairs. Itachi’s no better, the disease rotting his lungs leaves him winded at a flight of stairs. Obito swallows down suppressants like they’re candy, pretending, that he is nothing more than a beta. Sasuke's too hot-tempered, too young, too green behind the ears. Barely more than a pup, Sasuke had been the last alpha born into the pack, nearing two decades ago. Never an omega, not since long before Madara’s time. A curse on their family, handed down from generation to generation. (Shisui is a beta, but fuck is he fast. Quicker than most alphas.)

Cursed with hate. Doomed to fail. Packs are best held together, when centered around an omega. Someone who nurtures, and cherishes, and loves. Calming. Appeasing. An alpha wants nothing more than an omega of his own, to protect, to hold, to knot, bear and raise his pups. Alpha-alpha and alpha-beta couples can produce either alphas and betas, while beta-beta couples typically will only produce betas. Omegas come only from alpha-omega parentage.

And omegas, unfortunately, tend to not survive the curse of the Uchiha clan.

friday 10:34pm

Tobirama's hand wraps around Sakura’s throat. Frowning, he uses the barrel of the gun to brush a lock of hair out off her forehead. Her shaking hands twist into the front of his shirt.

“Tobirama, please,” she begs him, tears tributaries to the rain running down her face, panicked. “Please, I didn’t know, you have to believe me. I would never do that to you, alpha. Never”

He shushes her. His hand moves back, gripping her by the hair to tilt her head, exposing the smooth column of her throat. He leans in nosing her scent gland, breathing deeply.

“Of course you didn’t know,” He coos, mouth skimming her neck. “Silly little omegas have no need to know things. They just need to do what their alpha’s tell them, isn’t that right?”

He used his grasp on her hair to nod her head up and down in agreement. Teeth scrape over her sensitive scent glands, the threat looming between them. A bite, following an alpha fight, would likely send her canvaulting into a heat. A whine escapes her high pitched and needy. Everything feels distant, like a dream. Or a nightmare.

saturday 12:17 am

The doors whoosh open and the group follows him outside. A car splashing through the parking lot, seeking shelter from the downpour in the light of the overhang of the entrance. Madara blinks, activating the Sharingan and time slows. Lighting flashes, illuminating looming jagged buildings, like the city's teeth. The rain dampens the streetlights, leaving everything outside the carport inky and dark.

Four figures emerge, leaving a smaller one- a child perhaps- sitting in the backseat of the sedan, safe behind bulletproof glass. Two men wrestle a third to his knees, muzzled, hands cuffed behind his back and ankles shackled, binding wrists to ankles. The fourth, strides towards Madara, pulling a leather glove off.

“Madara,” he says, stretching out a hand as he walks. Madara’s hand moves over his holster. Shisui has his pistol pulled, a true quick-draw at heart, aimed at the approaching man. He slows, holding both hands up a gesture of surrender.

“I come for peace, old friend,” Senju Hashirama states, frowning. He looks disheveled, hair unbound, the top buttons of his white collared shirt are undone, tie long gone. Sleeves roughly pushed up, exposing his forearms. Dress pants, oxford shoes. A gun in his shoulder holster.

“Peace,” Madara spits. “You come for peace, while my brother dies above us? I will know no peace until Tobirama is dead. I will kill every Senju who dares try and stop me.”

“If your brother lives now, there is hope for him yet,” he says it like an old proverb, words of wisdom. But Izuna is not a Senju, meant to survive and thrive, he is an Uchiha, damned for life.

“I care not for your adages Senju. Why are you here?”

“I believe we can come to an agreement, I wish not to start another war with the Uchihas.”

Madara wants no part in an agreement, unless it's one that will cause Tobirama to suffer the same pain he endured. The same pain Izuna suffers.

“Will you agree to the death of your own brother?”

Hashirama pauses, mulling over his thoughts to find the right words.

“Perhaps, we would be able to find someone’s whose life you would find comparable to my dearest brothers?”

The chained figure, lunges, as best he can, snarling under his mask. He’s pulled back to place by the other two Senju’s. Tobirama, strapped and chained. Delivered to Madara’s front door.

“Hush,” Hashirama commands the still struggling to escape Tobirama, he collapses under the weight of his superior alpha. “This whole mess is your fault to begin with.”

Tobirama and Izuna, hot tempered both of them, had encountered each other in the parking lot outside a popular restaurant in Downtown Kohana. One offense, leads to another, and the two were brawling. Fists and teeth and fury. The details are blurry- witnesses few and far between in the rain storm. Tobirama wins the quarrel, rising to fire five shots into the fallen man.

“No one is worth your brother in my eyes, unless you’re offering to take his place, Senju.”

“Ah,” Hashirama says, a little to pleased, in just the way Madara, eyes narrowing, knows he’s been tricked. “So you would be open for agreement?”

“You. Or him.” Madara states firmly.

“What if, old friend,” Hashirama smiles, “there is another option? Someone willing to take Tobirama’s place?”

Blood is being shed now, as it will after this conversation is over, slowly leaking out of Izuna. There is no one else to vindicate the death of his brother. No one to right this wrong. Even the death of Tobirama doesn’t feel like it would fill the hole in his heart. The blackness slowly creeping over his mind and soul.

“Although, you may choose to keep this one alive, old friend. A life for a life, per say.” Madara is not in the mood for Hashirama’s games.

Hashirama motions, and one of the standing Senjus opens the back door of the car, extending a hand to aid the last person out. Tobirama is struggling again, but Hashirama leaves him be this time. A hand, manicured and polished, emerges first. Pink, almond shaped nails. A girl, in sneakers and leggings and a too-big Kohana University hoodie, topped with an oversized rain jacket.

Candy floss hair, messilly tied in a bun atop her head, pieces falling around her face, and downcast eyes. Pale skin splotchy, blotchy, patches of red across her cheeks and nose, face puffy. A handful of tissues balled in one shaky fist. The very top of a scent patch peeking out from where her hood bunches at her neck. She shuffles, nervously, to Hashirama’s side.

Beside him Shisui lowers his pistol, the others stiffen. Madara can’t smell her, scent patch daming her pheromones, but he knows, just as he knows his love for his dying brother, and his hatred for Tobirmara, what she is.

Omega.

“This is Senju Sakura,” Hashirama introduces, a hand on the girls back, “she’s a very talented healer and-“

“You dare mock me in such a way,” Madara scowls, enraged, at insult upon insult, “interrupting my vigil, my brother's death, with the insult of a peace offering? A healer? An omega one at that?!”

Madara’s half yelling, half growling. Words echoing off the concrete ceiling. The omega shrinks into herself, knees unsteady underneath her body, at the aura of his anger, the pheromones of a furious alpha. Hashirama has to grip her elbow, to keep her on her feet.

“Not just any healer,” Hashirama clarifies. “And not just any omega.”

Madara raises an eyebrow with his seriously dwindling patience. Hashirama gently nudges the girl forward, into the space between the once-friends. As she moves, unsteady feet, one foot in front of the other, Tobirama pulls and pulls, until one of the chains gives with a snap.

“SUBMIT, TOBIRAMA!” Hashirama has finally lost its patience. The force of the command has Tobirama back on his knees. Forehead kissing the concrete. Strong enough to bring beta Shisui to a kneel. Sasuke has one arm around Itachi, who’s shaken.

The little omega has not fared well at the order either. Sprawled out belly down on the pavement, limp and breathing heavily, one hand outstretched towards Madara’s heavy boot. Hashirama is watching him, he can feel it, as he squats to inspect the fallen girl. The men behind him tense, wary of the girl, or Madara’s every growing hostility. She has somewhat piqued Madara’s curiosity. What has Tobirama so concerned for her?

Tobirama is a notorious playboy, dating women after women. Often caught by paparazzis outside high end gentalmen’s clubs and expensive whorehouses. Never one to be tied down. He had probably fucked more omegas than Madara had ever met, living in the slums on the outskirts of Kohana’s walls.

“If this is a trick-” Madara starts.

“No tricks.” Hashirama promises. “Sakura attended The Lady Katsuyu Academy, learning the healing arts. Top of her class, an exceptional student. A remarkable talent really.”

The omega, Sakura, scrambles back to sitting, putting some distance between herself and a raging alpha. One quivering hand curls in the neckline of her hoodie. A mediocre attempt at protecting soft flesh from snapping jaws. She’s a pretty thing. Thick pink hair looks soft to the touch, a slight urge to wrap his fingers in it and pull her in for closer inspection. Jade eyes wide, watery tears, seem to glow against puffy red skin. No make-up, a galaxy of freckles dot her cheeks and nose. Checks still just slightly rounded with baby fat, she’s young, likey younger than Sasuke. A purple diamond adorns the center of her forehead, the mark of a master healer.

Madara has never been close to a young omega such as this, usually rutting in local brothels with older more experienced omegas, as the time between awakening and first heat is often dangerous for those left unprotected. After perfuming, they’re kept under careful supervision, always chaperoned. Upper society, high class omegas, will often debutante, for wealthy alphas and packs to bid on to mate.

The hand not grasping at her throat is bleeding. Scraped across the pavement in her fall, blood drips off her palm. She cups it close, and it starts to glow, reminiscent of the cyan neon lights of the city. He can see the way her chakra flows through her body, pooling in eddies around the injury.

“Show him,” Hashirama suggests, a careful eye on the situation playing out. She obeys tipping the heel of her injured hand up, finders down, exposing the torn flesh of her palm, stretching her arm out.

Madara leans forward, one hand touches the ground to keep his balance, reaching for the glowing hand with his own. Healing is a dying skill, few are able to master, a long and difficult journey. It’s rare for a healer, especially one that’s not born into a healing clan, to manage much more than cuts and scrapes and bruises. The glow is cool, soothing, steady. Perhaps, if Madara wasn’t so enraged at the moment, it would have a calming quality.

Hashirama talks, as she heals herself, “Earlier today, Sakura accepted her highest bid price, a mate proposal. The omega-price includes among other things, a large house in a nice neighborhood on Kohana’s Upperside, a reasonable vehicle-a small suv- for the omega to use, a substantial college fund, and a moderate allowance.”

The cut on the omega’s hand heals quickly, skin neatly zipping itself back together, Her control is impressive, no chakra lost in the healing process.

“While Sakura’s omega-price will be donated to the Uchiha clan as a dowry. And the Institution will be paid for their silence on the matter.”

Odd, for the Senju to be so amiable on the matter. While not being much to Hashirama, practically king of this town, the small fortune the omega is worth is enough to give Madara pause. It’s a bribe, to further tempt Madara into accepting the girl. He lets go of her hand, to grab her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. His thumb brushes over her plush bottom lip.

“Who’s bid was it, omega?” he demands to know, pulling her face closer to his own. Emerald meets crismon, sharingan searching her eyes for signs of truth. Her mouth parts slightly, he can feel her warm breath against his thumb. His pinky slides down her neck, rubbing where the scent patch adheres to skin. She’s trembling in his grasp. A very dangerous place for her to be, all things considered.

“Senju Tobirama,” A whisper, lips kissing his thumb as she speaks. He spits. She flinches in his grasp as it hits her cheek.

“Do not speak his name again.” Not given with an alpha command, but it’s meant to be obeyed nonetheless. She nods, unable to form words. He lets go of her, wiping his hand on his shirt in an act of mock disgust.

He stands, facing Hashirama. “If you intend to deceive me, Senju-”

“Please,” Hashirama begs, “Take the girl. Bring her to your brother. If she cannot help him, she surely can give you something to help ease the pain of his passing. I wish not to start a war.”

“If you are lying to me, Senju Hashirama, I’ll kill you myself.”

Tobirama is fighting against his chains again, as they load him into the car. Hashirama joins him in the back seat and the car pulls off, vanishing into the rain. Shisui is helping the omega to her feet, Itachi hovering over, offering her his cleanest handkerchief.

“Move out,” he barks, stomping his way back inside. Shisui guides the girl, with a hand on her back. To the elevators. All cram into the metal machine, it thunks and whines, as it brings them up. Sakura presses close to the door, covering her nose with her jacket sleeve, overwhelmed at the number of alphas sardined in the lift. She sucks in deep breathes, of the chemically freshen air when the doors slide open.

Madara directs her into Izuna’s room. Itachi stays in the hall, lingering by the nurses station. The other Uchiha’s hover, half in, half out of the hall.

friday 10:32 pm

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Shots fired into the struggling body. Her ears ring. He falls limp, to the ground. Sakura screams, covering her mouth with a shaky hand. And now the guns trained on her. Tobirama watching over the barrel with narrowed eyes.

“Did you know him? The truth. Now.” he orders. Sakura sways in her spot, feeling like she’s going to be sick. Lie, she thinks. Lie, lie, lie. She shakes her head no, and Tobirama must not think this a good enough answer. He stands close, holding the gun to her temple. She swallows.

“One more chance, little omega,” he sneers. “A simple one, easy enough for even your little brain to understand. Did you know him?”

A little more of the truth, to make the lie more believable.

“I-I saw him around campus, nothing more. Tobi, you-you have to believe me, please.” She’s hiccupping and sobbing, stammering her way through the words.

saturday 12:38 am

Sakura rushes to Izuna’s bedside, shrugging off her jacket and throwing it haphazardly across the chair. Her hoodie follows, leaving her in a tight white tank top. She pauses, hands hovering over Izuna’s chest. He is covered in sweat, muscles tense, face scrunched in pain.

“May I touch him?” She asks Madara, who stands on the opposite side of the bed, feet spread, arms crossed. He dips his head in approval, and she begins.

One hand on his forehead, one on his chest. Head bowed, eyes closed. She begins to circulate electric blue chakra throughout Izuna’s body. Almost immediately, he relaxes, settling into the bed.

“You may hold his hand if you’d like,” she suggests softly, after several minutes. “Give him something to ground himself to this world by.”

Madara heeds her advice, taking Izuna’s hand between his own. Obito fetches him a folding chair, and stands guard by the door. Madara watches her work, eyes narrowed in scrutiny. The machines calm as she works. Slowing from frenzied beeps, into a steady rhythm. Chakra coils, pooling in the most vital areas. She stands like this, for the better part of an hour, occasionally shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

In the dim hospital room, the red and blue lights of the machines glow. Like the neon bar signs lighting up downtown Kohana on this stormy night. Like the flashing lights of the cop cars when he had pulled up on the scene. He blinks, until he is back in the hospital, instead of watching them load his brother into the ambulance.

friday 10:31 pm

Tobirama is on top of the other alpha, pinning him down. His fist slams down on Izuna’s head again and again. Sakura’s trying to pull him off, yelling that someone has called the cops. He lets her pull him off, letting her help him to his feet. She’s moving him away from Izuna, who’s struggling to roll over and get back on his feet.

He unholsters his pistol, twisting to aim at the other alpha.

saturday 1:42 am

“You, by the door, fetch a nurse please,” the girl gives the order in a manner of something who’s used to being obeyed. Obito looks to Madara for approval, before sliding open the door and passing the message to Itachi.

Izumi enters within moments, squeezing through the group at the door, nervously approaching the end of the bed. She introduces herself, “Nurse Uchiha, at your service.”

“An instrument table, please, Nurse Uchiha.” Sakura requests.

“Yes, ma’am.” Izumi nods and shoos the peanut gallery back out of the door. She returns, moments later, with a metal rolling tray, situating it next to Sakura.

“Thank you. Fresh sheets next please, Nurse Uchiha. Pillows and blankets. Oh, and ice water.”

Sakura pulls out, one by one, all the invasive tubing and wires attached to Izuna. Dumping them onto the tray. She leaves the iv tube attached to his chest, the oxygen tube under his nose, and the monitor beeping in sync with his heartbeat. Izumi returns, a mountain of linens in arm. Sakura instructs her in piling them around the bed, intending to roll Izuna onto his side. She takes several large swallows of water, out of the straw of the cup Izumi is holding, wiping what spilled off on her shoulder.

“You’ll have to help us.” She tells Madara. She really is a bossy thing. “One hand here, and one here, we’ll move on three, to turn him towards you.”

As per Sakura’s orders, she has one hand behind Izuna’s head and one slipped under his back. Across the bed, Madara has one hand on Izuna’s shoulder and one on his hip. Izumi by his legs, on Sakura’s side.

“Gently now. One, two, three.”

They roll Izuna, up towards Madara, up on his side. She does most of the work, rolling Izuna’s much heavier body, Madara mostly just helps to balance him. Sakura directs Izumi to tuck pillows to prop him up and place waterproof pads over the blood pooled sheets. Madara holds back a gag at the sight of a dented skull, cracked chipping bone sticking out of a tear in Izuna’s scalp. Sakura quickly has the spot hidden with a glowing hand. The other leaving Izuna’s chest for a few small adjustments of the bedding.

Madara distracts himself from the gore, examining the careful folds of the blankets at the foot of the bed. If he didn’t know any better he would say it’s almost like some depraved, vile nest, blood soaked, scratchy hospital linens. Sakura toes off her shoes, and gets another drink of water. Surely, she doesn’t mean to get in the bed with Izuna.

She does, in fact, mean to get in the bed, clambering awkwardly over the railing and pillow piles, one hand on his brother at all times. She curls up behind his back, like two spoons slotted together. Forehead pressed into the space where the back of his neck meets his shoulders. The other hand returns to the middle of his back.

The omega’s eyes close. The pair settle, falling into a steady pattern of breathing. Madara sits down in his chair, covering Izuna’s hand with his own. The blue glow intensifies, a low vibration rolls through. It’s not his phone this time, instead reverberating through Izuna. It takes Madara a moment or so to realize the little omega is purring.

Omega’s typically purr when happy, safe, content. To ease ruffled alphas and soothe crying babies. In the safety of their nests, piled high with fluffy pillows and soft blankets and heavy quilts. Not while sharing a hospital bed, covered in the blood of the alpha their betrothed had beaten nearly to death, plugging up oozing bullet holes. And yet, here this one is, purring like there's nowhere else she’d rather be.

friday 10:20 pm

Izuna waits in the parking lot, invisible under the tint of his windows, scrolling social media. Rain patters on the windows, dampening the noise outside. Tobirama escorts his soon-to-be bride across the parking lot, playing the part of a happy couple. He’s holding an umbrella, shielding her from the rain, and any prying eyes trying to sneak a peak of her.

Izuna catches, just a glimpse, as Tobirama shuts her in the passenger seat. He pulls the handle of his own door. Stepping out in the rain.

saturday 5:26 am

The doctor rounds to check on Izuna, tucked in the gruesome makeshift nest with the omega healer, for nearing four hours now. Madara follows the doctor into the hall, sliding the door shut behind him.

“Will it work?” Madara asked the doctor. Izuna nearing his life expectancy with the warm hues of sunrise dancing on the walls. The doctor sighs.

“It’s hard to tell. The omega is doing a lot of intricate, delicate work, to heal the worst of the damage. I’ve never seen anything like it. Likely, she is still all that is keeping him alive at this point, but she cannot keep healing forever, she will run out of chakra eventually. I do not know if it will be enough to save him.”

Madara nods, he had been afraid of that. He thanks the doctor, and enters the room next to Izuna’s. The pack has set up some in here, having moved Itachi’s equipment up from the security room.

Sasuke, Shisui, and Obito rotate between standing outside the door, and prowling the halls. Itachi rests on one of the hospital beds, watching security feeds on his tablet.

Madara slumps across the other, exhausted. Itachi’s raises, to hand Madara a thick stack of papers. Information gathered on the girl.

Haruno Sakura had been born to a distant branch of the Senju family. A student with promising skills, the Senju sponsored both her time at the Katsuyu Omega Academy and her current schooling at the university. She had received several bids, all vetted by the Omega Institution, Tobirama’s offer signed and dated, time stamped just past four o'clock yesterday afternoon. Nothing unordinary.

Among the papers, a print out of one of her social media posts. Geotagged at a pizzeria popular with the college crowd. Timestamped just past eight the night before. A small hand holding a seltzer, tapping together with a ice filled lowball glass in a much more masculine hand, over partially eaten pizza pie. No faces or bodies. The smaller hand, tipped with a pink manicure, tilts the can just-right for the light to catch on the small diamond ring on her fourth finger.

friday 10:22 pm

“Senju Tobirama,” Izuna calls through the rain. The other man stops in his tracks.

It will be Tobirama or him. A fight to the death. If he cannot have her, he wishes not for this world any longer.

friday 3:15

Tobirama stops by Sakura’s little apartment unexpectedly. He can smell it the moment she opens the door. She’s perfumed. Light and sweet, he can taste it on his tongue. He steps inside her apartment, wrapping his arms around her.

“We will go now, to the Omega institute to fill out your paperwork. We’ll stay in your new nest tonight, together.”

She’s shaking, crying, he takes it for nervousness. An omega’s first heat can be a difficult time for them. He pets her hair gently. “Don’t worry, my sweet omega, I’ll take care of you. I’ll even take you out to eat tonight, at that little pizza place you like so much, so celebrate.”

saturday 5:47 am

Madara reenters Izuna’s room, Sakura is awake, purring and crying. He takes his seat, and his brother's hand. Obito stands by the door, staring at his boots.

“I can do no more, " she says softly, voice breaking. “It’s time”

“Good-bye, little brother,” he says, leaning forward to press a kiss to Izuna’s forehead. The glow fades from his body, breathing slows, heart beat slows. And Madara can feel it, Izuna is gone. The omega’s purrs turn to sobs, heavy and gasping for breath. Time slows, as they cry in harmony.

Once she runs out of energy for tears, she sits. Madara rises, walks around the bed to help her out. To help her lay Izuna’s body face up, hands resting on his chest. She covers him with a fresh sheet, tucking him up to his chin.

She collapses into the folding chair with her jacket on it. Head tilted back, exhausted. Madara stand awkwardly next to her, unsure what to do now. His phone vibrates, he ignores it.

Shouting in the hall, a commotion. Madara turns his back to the omega, squaring his body between her and the door, as it slides open.

saturday 6:12 am

“It was you or her, brother,” Hashirama’s tone is firm, steadfast. Tobirama’s just coming off the sedative they’d shoved in his neck to get him back in the car. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen his brother this angry before. “Madara will demand justice for Izuna, blood payment. I will not have another war started, because of this. Give me the gun, so I can get rid of it.”

Tobirama huffs and rolls his eyes, reaching to his holster for his pistol, coming up with nothing but air. He looks from his empty hand, to Hashirama’s widening eyes.

“Tobirama, where is it?”

saturday 6:13 am

Itachi’s in the middle of a coughing fit as his phone rings.

Unknown number.

'Hello?' He answers. It comes out as a cough. The person on the other end cares not.

“A gun,” they say, masculine, rushed, words slamming together. Desperate. “The omega has a gun.”

The phone falls from Itachi’s fingers and another round of coughing over takes him. He struggles to the door, sliding it open. Sasuke rushes to his side, as he struggles to the next door. Coughing. Coughing. Coughing. Shisui, down the hall frowning, makes his way down the hall.

Itachi claws at the door, before Sasuke so graciously pulls it open for him. He stumbles into Obito, knocking him off balance.

Three more coughs before any words come out. “Omega.” Another cough “Gun.”

Bang.

saturday 6:49 am

Senju Hashirama has arrived. The light of sunrise tints the room pink, daybreak. The rain has slowing to barely a drizzle. Madara had tucked Sakura in next to Izuna, covering them both in the bloody sheets. He sits on the plastic chair her jacket sits on. Leaning his elbows on his knees. One leg bouncing. Hashirama peeks under the sheet, before sitting across from him. Neither man says anything. Ruminating in silence.

“I am truly sorry, Madara, more than you can ever know.” Hashirama breaks first. “Tobirama believes that they knew each other somehow. He admitted Sakura had been, not only at the fight, but the main cause of it. Izuna challenged Tobirama for the right to an omega, a fight to the death.”

Madara is drained, out of tears to shed. Had Izuna cared for Sakura? She obviously had cared for him.

“There is one other thing.” Hashirama says, pulling out a phone, light pink case, unlocking it and handing it to Madara.

It’s pulled open to a message. An unsaved number Madara knows by heart. A message time stamped Friday 4:57.

The coffee shop. Same time as yesterday.

thursday 5:45 pm

Izuna has snuck into the Kohana University library, following the little omega that frequents the little coffee shop across the street. She is a Senju. He is sure of it, he sniffs her out like a bloodhound, he can smell her, even through her silly little scent patch. He stays just far enough back to keep her in his sights. He tracks her through the shelves.

He turns the corner and there she is, setting up her laptop at a little table, tucked in an alcove, a little booth, with a window overlooking the university grounds. The afternoon sun basks her in amber, he’s never seen anything as pretty.

His heart beats heavily, thudding in his chest. He strides over, slipping into the otherside of the booth.

“Is this seat taken?” He asks, only after he is fully situated, hands on the table fingers laced in front of him. She gasps, emerald eyes widening at his boldness. But he has seen the way she looked at him, coy little glazes with reddened checks, at the coffee shop. She had smelled so much sweet, ripe, like an omega ready for an alpha. She smiled at him as she exited, icey drink in hand, and he knew she belonged to him.

“That’s awfully presumptuous,” she giggles, blushing.

“Oh, I am awful,” he grins, leaning in closer.

“You really are as cocky as your reputation says you are. Uchiha Izuna.” She frowns.

“I’ll be whoever you want me to be, sweet omega.” He leans forward closer to eye her pouty lips.

“And you know who I am?” The lips ask. He takes one of her hands in his, lacing their fingers together.

“Mine,” he answers quickly, “Or you will be, regardless of our backgrounds.”

“And why are you here? If anyone catches you with me, it could be a duel on sight.” She shakes her head at him.

“Oh no, you are the most dangerous one, to my heart, and other things.” Izuna might be a bit of a rake, a cad, but he is a romantic at heart.

“Maybe I will hide you then, if someone comes looking.” She laughs, nose wrinkling.

“What do I have to do? To make you see you are mine?” Her blush deepens, creeping over her nose and cheeks.

“I fear,” she whispers leaning in close, “you wouldn’t have to do much more than ask, dear Izuna.”

“Then I’ll ask, every moment from now, until we fall into your nest.”

“Do not tease me.”

“I would never,” he says, bringing her hand up to kiss it. “Run away with me. A fresh start somewhere new.”

“I cannot. It’s too risky. How do I know your intentions are true? I have many suitors, offers vetted for legitimacy. You expect me to give that up for your alpha whims?”

“Sakura!” it’s Ino shouting, searching for her.

“I will marry you. Mate you. Breed you full of pup after pup. Anything to prove myself. Devoted to only you.” He’d move the moon, the stars, the sky for her.

“Sakura!” Ino yells again, closer this time.

“You must go,” she tells him, scribbling on a piece of paper. “Message me tomorrow, a time and place. An exchange of vows, and I will be yours.”

He puts both hands on her face, pulling her in for a soft kiss. And another. And another. He can feel it. They are destined to be together. Fated mates.

“SAKURA!” Ino can’t be more than a few isles over.

“Go!” she laughs pushing him off. Handing him scrap paper with her number scribbled on it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he tells her, a wink and a promise. And maybe one more kiss, just for luck.

[amaranthinius]

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[belit0]

I’m sure you’ve overwhelmed with requests but I’m frothing start the mouth after reading your last MadaIzu post. Can I keep this going with a slightly specific request? Madara and Izuna’s rut and heat cycles sync up/overlap for once but they try hard to not be near each other because of the “risks” iykwim. They go as far as to travel to separate villages to stay in separate inns away from each other but… well it can’t be helped 😏

I'm hunting you, Izuna - Madara's version.

This is, in fact, 2500 words long, which reflects the inspiration I get from this ship. Nothing to do about it, I just love them too much.

They both feel it coming, weeks before their peak hits them, and they know measures have to be taken.

Last time it was ugly, and the only thing that kept Madara from devouring his younger brother was the presence of both Senjus holding him back with different techniques, guarding him until the end of his rut.

...

Madara presented himself as an Alpha from a young age, defining his role while being a child and experiencing the consequences of it, knowing exactly how it would happen, allowing him to prepare for everything.

Tajima had taken it upon himself to train his first pup with all the tools necessary to be the Alpha inheriting the clan, including how to handle his rutting seasons without losing his mind.

When all the other dominants were going crazy for a week solely because of their condition, the Uchiha learned how to control his hormones, not allow them to take control of his body, keep his Alpha quiet and bound within himself, unable to get out and turn him into a wild beast.

All his siblings presented themselves as Alphas just like him, following an identical pattern from the first to the fourth sibling. Tajima proudly trained them all in a dominant style, until the fifth cub arrived.

At the age when all his siblings had already shown an inclination, Izuna was an enigma. Neither his father nor his brothers had any idea why it would take him so long to show his condition, and they all died without ever finding out, except for one.

With the last to leave being Tajima, Izuna bid his father farewell without having an answer for him, feeling like the flawed one in the family, the piece that doesn't fit. In a world divided in two, black and white, the younger Uchiha had no direction, did not belong to any group, and did not identify with anything.

Without showing himself as Alpha or Omega, he was trained like the dominant race, his father's secret hope decreeing he would be equal to all his superiors. Never falling behind or showing weakness, he was able to stand head-to-head with the strongest, and follow his elder brother's course without problems.

At 24 years of age, Izuna still did not know what his body had in store for him.

With peace achieved, Tobirama Senju offered to study him, once the two reached a friendly relationship not involving their older brothers constantly keeping them from killing each other. The albino conducted a series of unknown experiments, trying to find answers or solutions, but Izuna's body did not seem willing to react.

Neither the stronger hormones awakened him as an Alpha, nor the weaker ones as an Omega.

Surrounded by people presented and defined, he lost all hope of fitting in and abandoned the dream of knowing what his role was.

Madara's rutting seasons, both controlled and unsteady, took place mostly in silence, locked in his room. Izuna could notice how in the first days nothing seemed to happen, but at the peak of the season, on the day when everyone's inner Alpha tries to break through all barriers, his older brother fought hard.

The younger Uchiha got into the habit of trying to help him, bringing him food and water when his brother refused to leave the room for fear of hunting down an Omega and destroying it. Izuna would stand against the door, listening to the way Madara thrashed against the walls, growling and clawing at the floor and furniture, fighting against the ferocious animal inside him.

His father never allowed him to see his brother while this happened, always sheltered by Tajima or within the four walls of his room, but Izuna had no doubt he was genuinely having a hard time.

According to the Senju brothers, the more powerful the person, the more terrible their respective symptoms, and they themselves recounted how they had to resort to methods similar to Madara's in order not to do anything crazy. Both Alphas rectified the power of a rut in a strong human, and he couldn't wrap his head around what his brother experienced several times a year.

The last one, by any means, was the worst.

Madara, sensing that terrible week coming, announced to the Senjus and his brother he would take the days off, as usual. Locking himself in his room, and counting on Izuna to bring him food and water. All was fine, the first three days, but on the fourth, something changed.

With his room locked under Tobirama's own jutsu, the younger Uchiha knows it would take far too much to break the door, the walls, to breach or transgress the protective barrier the albino closed over his Aniki. Still, he hears his brother growling more than usual and banging desperately on all the walls of the room.

The Senjus, visiting on the worst day just to check if everything was all right, join a round of tea with Izuna in the courtyard, listening to the terrible chaos Madara causes trying to escape.

Something is wrong.

The Uchiha shares his concern, mentioning the erratic behavior of the leader, and hopes to find answers from the two Alphas. Puzzled, all three together approach the room's door, and Hashirama asks loudly through the wall. "Madara... my friend, can you hear me?"

The only answer is a terrible growl, followed by astonishing rumbling sounds as if the wall is about to give way. The albino is next, "Uchiha, are you okay? Do you need more seals?" Same response, with the door swinging back and forth from the Alpha's onslaught from the other side.

Izuna decides to try his luck, convinced his voice will reach his brother, and will be able to soothe him, "Aniki... what can I do for you? How can I help you?" Everything falls silent, and the Uchiha believes he has succeeded.

The satisfaction, however, is short-lived.

After a few seconds, the thrashing becomes so loud that all three jump back, surprised by the force of each lunge and listening to the guttural grunts of the clan leader. They all gape as the door gives way, Madara overcoming all the Senju's seals, and the Alpha is released in a cloud of violence and primal need.

Hair rains down on his face, longer than normal, and blood-colored eyes gleam in contrast to his sharp dark claws. The older Uchiha pounces without a second's hesitation on Izuna, and tries to ruthlessly bite his neck.

Fortunately, with Hashirama used to one-on-one battles against him, he manages to stop him in a wooden prison before he can reach him, and when Tobirama reacts, he combines a few seals just to make sure.

The Uchiha snarls and charges his new prison, baring his fangs, and unable to generate a coherent thought. Izuna, on the floor, doesn't understand what just happened.

"Why... why...? Why me, and not you?"

"Because you're a fucking Omega, and I hadn't noticed until now," Tobirama replies with disappointment in himself, having successfully ignored his former enemy's condition for so many years. "Look at your pants, it's a clear reaction to what's going on with your brother."

Following the prompt, he notices his clothes are readily soaked, a warm liquid covering the back of his garment, something he never felt coming out. Bodily reaction to an Alpha wanting him, desiring him, trying to take him.

"Why....why?! Why now and not years ago?!" The Uchiha cries out in desperation, having many more questions than answers, looking up from the ground at the beast his brother became, who almost bit him and claimed him as property without even knowing he was an Omega.

"You wouldn't be the first case of someone presenting late... it just took you extremely long. Anija, we're not letting go until his rut is over." Hashirama, stunned and having reacted only by reflex, is at a loss for words to reply, still in the same position in which he released his jutsu to trap his best friend.

"Go get cleaned up, Izuna, and get out of here. Don't come back until Madara is conscious again."

After the fiasco of not even knowing he had presented himself as Omega, and once his brother recovers and no longer wants to jump at his jugular, Tobirama resumes his investigations and finds a number of patterns in the younger Uchiha that weren't there before.

Apparently, his development had been growing extremely slowly for years, gradually gaining his glands, his attributes, and his overall condition. Madara, in his strongest moment of rutting, was able to pick up on what any Alpha would not normally feel, and it could have happened to Hashirama or the albino himself.

His Aniki was the one who found his progression thanks to the amplification of his animalistic senses due to the rut, and his natural instincts skyrocketed. All Izuna's body did was react, enormously speeding up the process in order to be ready for meeting the demand of the nearest Alpha in need.

...

This time, they are both ready.

Izuna's first heat seems to be coming, according to Tobirama, and it coincides with his older brother's rut. Ahead of the situation, Madara decides to travel along with Hashirama as far away from the village as possible, leaving as an emergency a few days before the process begins, while the younger Senju stays behind to assist his former enemy.

Izuna has never gone through heat, he does not know what it feels like, but he is familiar with the story of many Omegas. They all report losing control of their bodies in a similar way as Alphas, but not to hunt, if not to surrender themselves to the first dominant cock that crosses their path. It's disgusting, degrading, and humiliating. The Uchiha never felt so vulnerable as he does at the thought of becoming the whore of the day, but he decides it's time to take charge of his condition.

While he locks himself in his room under the Senju's seals, the latter stays outside, living in his house for the week it takes for him to go through his natural process. Just like he always did for Madara, he brings him food and water, and makes sure the Omega has everything he needs to survive.

A few villages away, Madara and Hashirama arrive at their destination, booking a shared room in the middle of a small town lost on the map. The Hokage's jutsu is fundamental to keep him trapped while he fights against his will.

The first few days go well, with no problems on either side. Izuna suffers the hellish warmth in his body for the first time, the need to be filled and bred, and how his inner Omega takes control of the situation completely. He quickly loses himself in his new, young, natural instincts, never having learned to master them, and cries for someone who will deign to fuck him.

On the other hand, Madara endures the first few days as usual, still conscious and functional, playing cards and winning every bet against his best friend.

On the fourth day, the Uchiha dawns differently, and the Senju is forced to cover the room they rented in his jutsu, protecting himself with his own wood to avoid the wrath of the out-of-control Alpha.

Without the help of Tobirama's seals, it isn't long before disaster strikes.

The fight begins between the two, Hashirama trying not to unleash his power in order to maintain the integrity of the small retreat they rented, but to no avail. Neither fight with their maximum power, the Uchiha consumed by a force without coherence or thought, releasing a bestial force that does not intend to hurt anyone, but to hunt a target.

Suddenly, entangled in wood, Madara stands still, ceasing to clash against the power of his best friend and smelling the place. There is an expression of displeasure on his fierce features, as if he doesn't find the atmosphere pleasant, and his eyes search desperately for... something.

Even from miles away, the Hokage watches as Madara's nose twitches in a particular way, sniffing for something in particular, and there is no doubt in his mind as to what is going on. The Uchiha leader senses his brother even separated by all the land between them, and it won't take long before he tries to hunt him down.

The door of the rented room rattles, and Hashirama hears the voice of the sweet old lady who owns the place from the outside, asking if everything is all right. It's the one moment of distraction that kills his strategy, and the rampaging Alpha takes the opportunity to exert all his strength on the wood, smash it to pieces and make a quick escape.

The Hokage quickly and profusely apologizes to the little old lady, tossing an unconscionable amount of money for the local repairs, and running full speed after his best friend. The velocity of a liberated Alpha exceeds that of any normal human, primal instincts developed to their fullest, but he does his best to at least keep up with him.

He knows Madara has only one goal, and it is at his home. Life seems determined to mock the Uchiha family, bringing an Omega and an Alpha together in the same household, making their rutting seasons overlap.

While a few miles away Madara approaches with terrifying speed, Tobirama hears the sobs of his former enemy, how he begs through tears and cries of pain for someone to take him, to fuck him, to help him. The house fills with a sweet scent that would be impossible to resist if he were not such an experienced Alpha, and the Senju lies down for a nap of fresh air in the home's courtyard, away from that intoxicating perfume.

An hour of peaceful sleep passes, and he is awakened by an overwhelming rumble followed by a desperate cry, "TOBIRAMA! HELP!" the voice of his brother, in a frantic tone rarely heard in him. Moving urgently, he enters the home, only to see Madara break down the sealed door separating the world from Izuna and Hashirama barely holding him with his jutsu.

The Omega, surrendering to the alpha circle, simply presents his butt in the air, hiding his head between his arms and revealing smooth white skin, unblemished, and a hole that keeps producing lubrication.

His own mouth waters, and he reacts a second too late.

The Uchiha leader breaks free of the technique again, breaking the barriers and pouncing on his younger brother, trying to bite the neck that Izuna submissively delivers before being captured by the Hokage again, "TOBIRAMA!".

Finally reacting and getting professional, he combines his power with his brother's, controlling the beast a second before his fangs close on the younger Uchiha's skin.

[siringadev]

I was thinking about why I love Nero so much, and I realized that there is not only something so magnetic and unique about him and his design, but how the core of his whole personality is built on a deep love for Weiss, despite the fact that he is an antihero and does not very good things (first under orders from Shinra, since he is a Deepground soldier, and then out of duress, to summon Omega = to revive Weiss), but all this is out of desperation and love. I do not know any other character inside the FF7 world and beyond, who is so motivated to act out of love as Nero. Even take other iconic pairs of loving brothers (because it is brother's love that is depicted as the strongest in JP games and anime), their motivations were different, and love was secondary.

Take Itachi and Sasuke, for example.

Itachi is stated to have a very strong love for Sasuke, but what he does ultimately causes Sasuke great pain. Yes, Itachi wanted to save him, but at what cost? And his main motive was: to prevent a world war. So, at the cost of his clan's life and Sasuke's mental health, he does something terrible, and I still can't accept it as an act of love. It seems such an unhealthy, twisted form of love, illogical and scary.

And yet, I cried watching those scenes where Itachi reveals the truth, where Sasuke cries, everything is built to squeeze out tears.

Next, Madara and Izuna.

It is stated that he loved Izuna, and loved him even more than Itachi loves Sasuke. And how is this shown and proven? Well, it seems like almost nothing. Madara's main motivation is to become the strongest shinobi, to take control of the world and establish his own order, and thereby establish peace through strict control and then through magical illusions when he became disillusioned with contradictory and rebellious human nature. I understand his motivations, and he is one of the most admired character in Naruto. But what does love have to do with it? Izuna is not even present in his motivation. He simply died and caused Madara's grief, making him cruel and aggressive. And also gave him his eyes. But what besides this?

As for the others, like Lothric-Lorian from Dark souls, their connection was forced by the curse, and their motivation is simply to disobey their superiors. Their essence is nihilism and fatalism. Love is just an accompanying quality.

Not to mention Miquella, who did not show love as a personal emotion, although it seems he should embody universal love. We just can't see his love for Radahn or Godwyn or anyone to the point that we start to wonder if there was love at all? Or if there was love but it wasn't shown? So he is out of the love list.

If we talk about the love of Sephiroth, Cloud and other characters of FF7, they are so far from ultimate love that it does not even occur to me what can be said. Probably, Sephiroth wanted to love, but could not find anyone, suffering from loneliness and his own inability to build healthy relationships, and Cloud had many friends whom he valued, but never found "the one and only", whom he would love completely and unconditionally (which is why ship-wars still rage). It seems that Sephiroth could have become that one and only, considering how much Cloud idolized him, but Sephiroth ruined everything. Yes, Shinra is to blame for this, but partly it is Sephiroth's character, his selfishness and inability to put someone else's feelings above his own. Considering that Nero and Weiss grew up in much worse conditions than Sephiroth, and suffered abuse and pain from Shinra that Sephiroth did not experienced, yet somehow they were able to form the strongest bonds of love with each other and the healthiest relationships with each other (not toxic, not abusive, but built on loyalty, devotion, trust, unity and intimacy).

Sephiroth was so unlucky in love that even his own clones wanted to leave him in the DFFOO, and Weiss even laughed at this, telling Sephiroth that his puppet (Kadaj) cut his strings. And Kadaj, embodying young Sephiroth personality, longed for a family and to find someone who understood and cared for him, and he saw this in the illusionary form of Jenova. Sephiroth could have given him this care and love, but he simply used him as a tool, which hurt Kadaj. As for Weiss, he remembers Nero as the only one who understands him and cares for him, someone without whom he feels incomplete.

"Without Nero, there is no me" - this shows Weiss and Nero's relationship from Weiss' perspective. In DoC, we see their love from Nero's perspective and might have doubted about the reciprocity, but DFFOO shows that Weiss loves Nero as much as Nero loves Weiss.

Each case is unique, and each deserves its own respect and admiration. I simply analyzed one aspect, like love in a character, and came to the conclusion that Nero may be the strongest embodiment of this love at the moment.

[doveywovy]

usually a/b/o aus start with tobirama being an omega but hiding it. society looks down on it, the senju especially, etc etc. but i think it would be interesting to go at it from the opposite perspective:

tobirama's an omega, and this is basically meaningless. They've all developed ways of handling the hormone issues, there's no strong prejudices against an omega as a shinobi, and the senju in particular are Totally Chill about everything because of their medical background. So tobirama isn't hiding it, and everyone knows, and it's no big deal.

Except for Izuna.

who's like- so normal, and progressive, usually, he's never cared about this sort of thing before. Hikaku's an omega and Izuna was the first to suggest he should still be a frontline fighter and the secondary heir, okay- he's not some old man with deeprooted prejudices blinding him!

Except every time he sees Tobirama on the battlefield he gets a deepseated sense that something is wrong. Tobirama should be at home!!! taking care of some kids or- or lounging around in a nest in preparation for his heat!!! he shouldn't be on the battlefield!! and then he tries to kill tobirama, because that's his job and obviously the man will kill a bunch of uchiha if he doesn't. He's got some weird shit going on in his head but he's not stupid.

It's izuna's private shame that he keeps entirely to himself, hoping eventually he'll squash the instinct into nothingness....until an uneasy truce is made between the Uchiha and Senju, they're meeting in public more often, and suddenly it's getting really hard for him to not just say something. Why is nobody giving up their seat so tobirama can sit down on something soft at the meeting????? why are all these alphas making intense eye contact with an unmated omega?????? why isnt anybody making sure he's eating enough when his heat is approaching??????? izuna can't actually say this stuff because it would make him sound the worlds oldest most out of touch grandpa, but he does act on it. if nobody else will give up their seat, he will. if he can't tell people off for the eye contact he can block their view. he's going to ply tobirama with so much food it's going to make him sick-

his behavior is obvious and deeply fucking embarrassing for everyone witnessing it. but tobirama thinks its funny so theres nothing anybody can do about it

[lossie92]

A snippet from a short-ish story I might be able to post this week. The title is Growing Pains and it was inspired by a conversation I had with @kooriicolada.

Hope you enjoy!

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Warnings: a/b/o au, pregnancy

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Madara paces.

Twenty five steps, turn, twenty five steps, turn. Rinse and repeat. Over and over and over again.

It's the only thing he can do right now. To say it's driving him absolutely crazy would be an understatement. 

He hates being useless and that feeling of hopelessness that has settled inside his stomach, making him feel sick, but it's not like he can help in any way. If he was allowed inside his own house at the moment, he has no doubt he would only get in the way. An alpha has no business watching anyone give birth either way, even if that person is their mate. It's tradition that only omegas and beta women can be present for this occasion, since they can understand all the new mother is going through, and in a convoluted way Madara supposes it makes sense.

That doesn't in any way stop him from wishing there was something he could do to make this easier on Tobirama.

His wife is strong. Of course he is. Madara knows from the stories he heard from both Hashirama and Izuna, and from his own experience that Tobirama is strong and fierce, and probably capable of anything he puts his brilliant mind into. At the same time though, Madara has seen the fear in his eyes as Kameko-obaa and Jin have led him away to their den. He remembers smelling it too, a bitter scent that he used to smell on his wife all the time in the weeks following their wedding, before Tobirama seemed to accept that Madara wasn't going to hurt him. 

To smell it again was like being doused with freezing water. A shock to his whole system. He had to fight against every instinct that was telling him his mate was scared and needed him.

He feels like this might be the reason why fathers are not exactly welcomed in the birthing room. If the scent of Tobirama's fear alone was enough to elicit this strong of a reaction, he can't imagine what would have happened if he heard him scream.

[taiyoooh]

1-2: f!alpha Madara and m!omega Tobirama

3-6: sexy no jutsu bunny Tobirama ft. Madara in horny jail

7: just a nice furisode

8-9: mtf Tobirama

10: in a server i'm in, they were talking about a Borderlands AU and Izuna was a siren but was clad in a slutty look to show off his tattoos and I was like man I want to see him serve but also i have no idea how to design tattoos or what Borderlands is even about

[asukaskerian]

hello! I mean this with ALL the deepest respect in the world but. I shan't forgive you for FINALLY getting me into the tobirama side of the fandom, via your cherry wine verse, only for me to figure out I can't find anything quite like it -- no, it's not the (FANTASTIC) abo shenanigans... it's the Izuna. you have fully convinced me of the (rival)ship. WHICH IS AN OTHERWISE NONEXISTENT RARE PAIR AUGH-- anyway, I keep wondering, what made you go that route instead of focusing more on Madara?

bwahahaha aww come on, there ARE good fics around for tobiizu! trust in AO3 XD

as for why the ot3, i had been DESPERATE to find a way to set up an ABO 'verse where betas serve a biological/social function apart from washing the socks and being the reasonable love advice auntie in the background of the Real Relevant People. so.. the worldbuilding made me do it. if the majority of people are betas and every alpha/omega pair can count on at least triplets each pregnancy, they NEED to keep their beta sibs very closely intertwined with the childrearing or else the infant mortality rate is gonna skyrocket, most betas are gonna be pretty disenfranchised (no future! pointless dead ends!), and society's gonna crumble.

and we had a unit on other ways marriage can be arranged one time in high school and amongst other fascinating poly facts i learned the words "fraternal polyandry" where one woman marries all the brothers and i've always wanted to write about something like it XD

so then madara *and his siblings* logically had to marry tobirama, but his siblings are dead unless i wanted to handwave reasons why not and create three interesting uchihas, or i could have made them all the same age and kill all but izuna, but then if izuna is hashi and mada's age then tobi also has to be or else imbalance with izuna, and then i have to add hashi to the sex pile, so then instead i went with adoption for the extra mourning + not quite fitting together right angst, which was delicious.

and let's be honest, madatobi is hot as fuck and tobirama IS extremely breedable, but canonly speaking his nemesis is izuna. madara doesn't know him as a person outside of "hashi's brother" and "izuna's rival" so to start with, tobiizu is where all the TAKING THIS PERSONALLY must come from.

[domoz]

THE WIP LIST

Non-exhaustive, there are even more ideas that I decided weren't developed enough to make this list. For the curious, usage in ask games, and whatever else.

Naruto

Hand over Hand Over Hand - Ongoing - Madara/Hikaku/Tobirama. Omegaverse arranged marriage slowburn, where high ranking alpha/omega couples sometimes bring betas into their marriage.

Foxfire - Yokai are real and the tailed beasts were given power by the sage rather than created by him. This will have consequences for Naruto (and everyone else)

Canon Rewrite - This is the devil speaking to me and (@firecoloredwater). Naruto was raised by Hiruzen('s hired help), Itachi didn't kill all of the Uchiha and is the clan head. Sakura is an orphaned Senju. And more!

Something like Sort of Like a Disciple - Tenten activates a seal that sees a ghost of Mito stuck with her. Said ghost has opinions on the current state of Konoha.

The Academy Three - Kakashi sends Team Seven back to the academy, and Iruka picks up his slack.

Wood Tar, Charcoal Ginger, And Honey - MadaTobi. After Kawarma died, Tobirama turned his jutsu creation towards healing instead of war.

For in this Garden, We grow the Future - Izutama. Same Universe as above -- Izuna and Itama don't trust each other at all, but are made to work together in Konoha's new ANBU corps.

Heart of Flowers - MadaTobi - Hanahaki. Madara finds out that the Senju can catch a strange disease, and that Tobirama has been suffering from it for years. He decides he'll be able to cure it.

Woodland Succession - MadaTobi - Hashirama has been acting odd -- Odd enough to leave his brother tied up like a gift for the Uchiha to capture. Tobirama is willing to work with even the Uchiha, if it means saving his brother.

Tengu AU - MadaTobi - A comic. Madara is the lord of the mountain and Tobirama is his yearly sacrifice. Neither of them care too much about such things. Tag Here

Trust in Reverse - IzuTobi. The daimyo of fire forces an arranged marriage between Izuna and Tobirama that he clearly expects to fail. They are spiteful enough to make sure it doesn't.

Brothers in Bond - IzuTobi -Tobirama and Izuna are captured and put into captivity together, which leads to, ugh-- mutual understanding.

In the Corner of Another Room - IzuTobi - Izuna falls in love with a mysterious masked shinobi, who he believes Tobirama has killed. Years later, that shinobi appears again.

For this is Just a Body - IzuTobi - Butsuma puts a cursed/obedience seal on Tobirama. Somehow, Izuna is the only one who notices.

A Storm Sweeps Out to Sea/The Wind Brings it Back to Me - IzuTobi - Tobirama fled from the Senju after killing his father years ago. ANBU Commander Izuna has just gotten a new recruit that he recognizes.

The Senju Ghost - IzuTobi - Izuna doesn't believe in spirits until he gets caught by one. He hates it, but what he hates even more is Tobirama showing up an announcing that it's his job to get Izuna free. Some things already written in this AU here and here.

Unnamed #1 (Tobirama Memory Loss) - IzuTobi - Tobirama is captured by the Uchiha. Only, he seems to be suffering from some kind of memory loss. Izuna puts himself in charge of getting information out of him.

Unnamed #2 (Nowhere Else to Go) - IzuTobi - Izuna recognizes and purges Zetsu's influence from himself, but he can't free the rest of his clan. Circumstances lead him lead him to seek help from Tobirama. Not only does he not kill Izuna as he was expecting, he also gets into his own trouble for helping him.

Unnamed #3 (Hanahaki Adjacent) - (Probably) IzuTobi - The Senju clan form chakra bonds with each other, and not doing so leads to adverse health. Tobirama has never been very good at forming connections with people.

Crane's Return of a Favor - HikaTobi - Tobirama has crane summons. Someone else does too. They become pen pals, of a fashion.

East of the Bend - HikaTobi - While his brother is off making friends, Tobirama makes a friend of his own. They're a bit more pragmatic, when it comes to making peace.

Unnamed #4 (Pollitical Hostage Hikaku) - HikaTobi - Hikaku led the Uchiha defectors after Izuna died. Now that Madara has finally made peace, the only way he can think of to save himself from Madara's wrath is to make himself too politically valuable to kill. So he marries into the Senju.

Unnamed #5 (Oops! Arranged Marriage) - HikaTobi - The Uchiha offer Hikaku to marry Tobirama fully expecting the offer to be rejected. It is not.

Unnamed #6 (Concubine Hikaku) - HikaTobi, HashiMada - Madara refuses to accept peace, and so the Uchiha are defeated. Unwilling to kill Madara, Hashirama claims him as a concubine. In order to support his brother, Tobirama picks an Uchiha to become a concubine of his as well.

These three are in the same continuity:

Hands and Tongues - Hashi/Izu/Mito - Izuna is healed by Hashirama, leading to a peace he doesn't agree with at all. He decides the best thing to do to ensure his clan's safety is to get blackmail on the hokage by seducing him and/or his wife

Like Gravity - HikaTobi, Hikaku is the only Uchiha who is willing and able to work with Tobirama. He goes into it with an open mind. Slowburn

A Place to Fall into - MadaHikaTobi. Madara finds himself lonley, in a world at peace. It takes a few realizations before he understands he doesn't have to be.

Desert Spring - Tobirama kills his father on accident. He flees to wind country, where he just so happens to fulfill some folkloric prophecies. He's 14, he doesn't want a harem, and he really doesn't want people calling him a god or organizing a coup around him.

Everything Stays/Everyone Lives - The Everyone Lives AU where nobody knows everyone lives. Some fics in the AU already exist (Here and Here) (And in a different but adjacent AU by Para Here), but there are drafts and ideas for other fics such as: Izuna realizes Tobirama is blessed, Tobirama finds Madara's youngest brother, The Rescue of Madara's older brother, The Return of Madara's Oldest Brother, and: Izuna finds a guy who looks a lot like Tobirama.

The Necromancer's Apprentice - Edo Tensei is a little nicer, and Tobirama makes a name for himself (and a lot of money) allowing the rich to speak to lost loved ones and getting confessions from the dead. When peace happens, the Uchiha elders demand that Tobirama takes on an Uchiha apprentice -- which to the Senju, is functionally the same as having him adopt the child.

Unnamed #7 (Pokemon AU) - The Warring States are still at war, but it's pokemon, so it's a hair nicer. The daimyo is encouraging Dojo/Gym challenges as a way to settle disputes and gain status, as it's cheaper than war. Hashirama decides to go challenge them -- if he succeeds and gains status his father will be forced to accept them. He's left his little siblings behind, and there's a magikarp in the pond that doesn't much like the way Butsuma treats it's favorite trainer.

Unnamed #8 (The Brothers Patricide) - Hashirama knows that he needs to kill Butsuma sooner rather than later. He knows that Tobirama is loyal to him and would never agree. Tobirama knows that Hashirama is too naive to see the ruin Butsuma is leading their clan towards. He needs to kill his father before it's too late.

Unammed #9 (Tobirama buys a courtesan) - Outsider POV. Tobirama goes to a courtesan to keep cover on a mission and enjoys her company so much that he buys her contract so that she can work for him -- as a research assistant.

Unnamed #10 (Haku Timetravels) - Zabuza dies with an Uzushio scroll in his pocket, not that Haku knows anything about that. He just knows that he's woken up in the past, and that he's skilled enough to attract attention there.

BNHA

Strangers Met on Summer Jobs - Ongoing. Shinkami. Modern Fantasy, Siren/Human. Denki is a college dropout who meets a siren working his summer job as a tour guide.

Late Night Comedy Hour - Ongoing. Aizawa adopts Shinsou, Ms. Joke helps.

ATLA

Dragon Eats It's Tail - Ongoing -Canon-rewrite with a focus on worldbuildling+folklore. Zuko is blessed by Agni -- which means he's got a horns and a tail.

The Everyday Work of Ordinary People- Zukki. AU where Aang was never freed from the iceberg and the fire nation more-or-less won the war. The spirits aren't happy about it.

Orchid Blooms on Tree Bark - Jetko - Zuko joins the freedom fighters post exile.

Sokka, Alone - (possibly) Zukka - Hakoda takes Katara with him when she leaves, but not Sokka. Elsewhere in the world, Zuko becomes a pirate.

[ikemenomegas]

Itachi Uchiha x Reader

Fear is the mind killer (1)

cw: navel gazey fake sherlock holms bullshit, set in the omegaverse although that's largely irrelevant to plot, alpha!reader, this oc suffers from a good amount of justified paranoia, also warning for attempts to be realistic about the whole child-soldier thing

A better member of the village would have put it all behind them, the whole sordid affair of one of the village's founding clans, a noble clan, being all but wiped out in a night.

It was an act of madness, of power, sometimes seen in the shinobi world. In a single night, the entire clan, fair and shrewd, cruel and arrogant, kind and dedicated, had been made martyrs.

Everyone except the eldest son of the clan head, who was now a villain, and the youngest son of the same, who was now a victim.

If anyone else was stunned into denial and disbelief they, like you, kept their silence. If this was the work of an enemy then it was one that was strong enough only the highest ranking members of the village would know much about it. If it was, more terrifying, the work of a supposed friend to the village, then there was something rotten in the roots of Konoha's great tree.

If it was truly madness, part of you didn't wonder if maybe the village deserved its grief. Itachi had had friends, or at least people who considered themselves his friends. He was an ANBU, one who waded into the dark. Those around him should have never let things get this far.

There was no funeral, which would have been the choice of the last village-bound Uchiha.

Still for there to be no public memorial for a founding clan was strange.

It would have been Uchiha Sasuke's choice, but you wished someone had counseled him to make a different one, even if it would dredge up painful memories. The completely silent and echoing absence of a whole clan in the village was resounding.

The knowledge of who had done it - the jounin and chunin were all whispering about it, it was impossible to keep secret and the village had given up trying almost before it had began - felt like the aftermath of a punch pulled right before it hit your nose.

You suspected you weren't alone in feeling like the massacre being just the Uchiha had been a near miss.

Your mind craved distraction from its own grief, and for better or worse, any information about the event was placed into some box in your mind like sweeping up the shattered remains of a vase. And like broken porcelain, it rattled when you walked with it.

It rattled when villagers fell suddenly silent at odd moments in their own conversations, whether what conversation you heard had seemed to hint at ill will or sympathy towards the Uchiha.

It rattled when you realized it was the forty-ninth day after the massacre and while your steps had taken you past the village's largest temple, your fear of being watched - you had after all been one of the friends (or at least acquaintances) of now traitor Uchiha Itachi - kept you from going inside.

It rattled whenever you caught sight of the other clan heads, distant and alone or with a cohort of vassal clan members and trusted guards, and wondered what they made of the event. What did they think of the lack of response from the village? What did they make of the power vacuum?

You walked back to your apartment in silence after leaving your teammates each day, the back of your neck prickling.

Most jounin sensei preached against fear. It froze the senses or focused them without the benefit of incorporating other information. Your sensei was a beta woman from no clan lineage in particular who had taken one look at your team, fresh out of the academy, in the middle of a village still somewhat resentful of how it was still rebuilding itself after being trampled on by a hundred meter chakra monster, and told you all that fear, like pain, meant something was wrong.

Sometimes it could be ignored or fought through to be dealt with in the future. Sometimes it was telling you something important about yourself or your environment.

As fear was in the mind, however, it liked to be more difficult to deal with than pain. It was the shinobi's responsibility, she counseled, to discern when your body was being reasonably ridiculous about it (like when your teammate put a thorny beetle down the back of your collar), or when it could put you in danger.

Such as would be the case for one trapped in a potent genjutsu. Or one of likely a number being watched for their response in the aftermath of a local upheaval.

Everyone seemed to be watching with bated breath to see if anyone else would do something. You had no idea what would happen if someone decided to break rank. The enemy on the other side of the field was entirely obscured.

Or at least they were trying to be.

You went to training and returned home day by day with only the varied and mindless sort of wandering someone both surprised and grieving might do.

The pieces rattled around as you sifted through them, thoughtlessly tracing the edges.

There was a formation among many others that your sensei had laid before your team. Shinobi had many ways of laying traps for their enemies, and for those they were not sure yet were enemies.

Nagano Botan was a branch member of the Akimichi family and blessed with the corresponding large build and large chakra reserves. He was the center of a strategy in your team that involved his intentionally neglecting to suppress his chakra if you suspected yourselves being monitored. The enormity of his natural power effectively drowned out the other chakra signatures in close proximity so that a typical sensor who wasn't sure what they were looking for could underestimate your team's number or miss a position.

It also had the secondary effect of intimidation. There was less likelihood of an attack from those without enough information if they thought they were outclassed to begin with.

This plan didn't work all the time, but it worked often enough on simple protection missions where the enemy were hill bandits or mountain bandits or simply cowards that the technique was taught to genin.

Sometimes the best defense was a distraction. It aligned at least with the philosophy of those whose job it was to be a constant and possible threat, lurking in the dark.

You frowned to yourself. ANBU was about as deep as the shadows got but there hadn't been any other announced defections from the village in the same week or even month.

There had been very ostensibly nothing else happening at all.

Not that you would know what was happening, you thought sourly, pulling your mind back to the exercise at hand.

Your other teammate, Kuniko, was on a hidden branch practicing throwing senbon through leaves that you sent spiraling into the air

She was very good with them and it had become one of your favorite things to see a fall of steel needles coming down like rain from a direction that your enemies hadn't anticipated. She was however working on precision and you were working on control and cultivating a second chakra nature, so this resulted in you sending leaves spiraling the wrong way in relation to the ground and trying to will your chakra to split them before Kuniko could pin them through with her throwing needles.

By tally, she was winning and it seemed more and more likely that you were going end up buying her the wagered plate of sakuramochi.

It was one of the less physically demanding but mentally taxing exercises your team had in its training repertoire and you and Kuniko, who was experimenting with adjusting throwing angles with chakra threads as well, took scheduled breaks to let Botan ply the two of you with snacks and meditate in order to recenter your control and focus.

They were talking, each pressing Arakawa-sensei with questions about their individual training, while you twirled a leaf between your fingers. You were comfortable, nestled between the roots of a tree with your back pressed to its warm trunk. You were trying to sense the layers of the leaf and direct your chakra to split it that way, rather than along the main vein.

It was perhaps a tad too complicated, certainly too complicated to be useful in the field right now, but you were feeling a bit mischievous and bifurcating Kuniko's target in a way that appeared to duplicate it was tempting.

You rolled the stem between your fingers, careful to maintain the chakra-cycling breath that was the base root of this particular meditation. The leaf's top side was shiny, glossy and very green, the other less vibrant and soft, spongy. You brought it to your nose and pulled in the green growing scent. The underside prickled your skin, not as soft as you had imagined.

Kuniko was laughing at something but somehow that sound suddenly made you wary, like there was something at just that same frequency you couldn't hear.

You were careful. This feeling was not unfamiliar since the massacre. The sudden and unprovoked sense of panic, of missing something. Intentionally, you avoided catching Arakawa-sensei's eye. She would help you if it was unreasoned panic, but you felt like this was one of those thing she had mentioned.

One of those times when fear meant that something was wrong and that something important was right there, just beyond articulation, and it needed to be brought into the realm of thought before it could be dealt with.

What kind of threats were simply too deep to be acknowledged?

The kind that lived at your very back.

Kuniko called your name to begin again and you used the tree to support you when you stood and picked carefully over the grass when you walked over.

It was now time for a rotation. Botan was to practice tree walking, standing upside down or sideways in order to avoid detection, so fluid that not even a leaf would fall from the trees above. Kuniko was to try burning the leaves that did fall before you could catch them in your hand. At the same time, you were each trying to tag Botan out before he got to one of you, without being seen.

You fought back a scowl, because there was already an answer. Like a sliver of porcelain found under the wardrobe or stabbed into your palm. A shiver passed over your back when Arakawa-sensei popped up behind the two of you on the ground, a sinister warning to get out there and get started in her eyes, but the shiver stayed for different reasons.

For one, the kind of wind that promised a chill storm had kicked up, helping Botan to hide within the noise. For another, you quite literally felt like you would jump at your own shadow if the forest hadn't already swallowed it.

What kind of shadow was deeper than ANBU?

You didn't know, but you were certain that Uchiha Itachi had a good idea.

A/n: This is the promised start to a short series that is about Itachi's Alpha's decision to go find Itachi, and their thought process in discerning what was going on behind the scenes of the Uchiha massacre. It is incredibly navel gazey and doesn't have much to do with the omegaverse apart from being set in that realm. As writer and readers I think we understand that despite the shinobi practice of treating academy graduates as adults, this does not mean that genin and advanced ranks are making completely rational/unemotional decisions. Itachi's decisions, which are focused on here, were incredibly emotional. Despite being saddled with an adult's burden and expected to make an adult's decisions, after watching and rewatching the relevant scenes of his conversations with the elders, as well as his confessions to Sasuke and others later on, I have come to a greater appreciation of the writing for those scenes(whether this is confirmation bias or truly present I don't know). Itachi's decision regarding the massacre is made based on fear, anger, desperation, love, and watching him makes his youth more obvious, even behind the reputation of his being an ANBU captain and the clan heir. The mc in this is an unreliable narrator partly due to their own age, as well as what I imagine would be incredibly stressful circumstances post-massacre. In part 1, they don't love Itachi. Yet. They just remember him. If you've had such similar experience regarding persistent thoughts about someone before, you may recognize the experience of the object of mc's thoughts becoming a kind of obsession as they replay scenes and ideas over and over. They also know that although Itachi was at a level far beyond his own peers, he was also part of their age group, which is a bit like watching one of the gifted kids go to all the advanced classes but still know they're in the same literature class as you or something. So I don't think they, starting off as a genin when this happens, has quite the understanding of ANBU to really believe that Itachi is behaving like an ANBU or jounin veteran would. Everything in this will come from the mc's point of view and they are not always aware of the assumptions they are making at every step, despite doing their best to reason things out. Importantly, they are being coached by Itachi's "voice". Some assumptions they eventually will have to admit came into being because they didn't want a friend and someone they looked up to be a murderer and leave it at that. Sometimes the things we want to be true about ourselves and other people give us blinders. Shinobi are taught to be unfeeling and told that the highest honor would be to be a perfect tool, easily molded. But we see how that works out over and over again, with Itachi, with Obito, with Kakashi, with Sasuke, with Rin, with Tsunade and so on. And we see how individual thinking or great problem solving abilities, often in the children deemed prodigies by the villages (including many of the series' missing nin), sometimes going hand in hand with a nearly curse-level ability to empathize, buts up against the shinobi ideal. After all, empathy with your enemies would make you a fantastic strategist, but only if you can also stop thinking of other people as people. For better or worse, this mc becomes aware that they are "not a good shinobi" early on, and this transforms into an internalization of a "ninja way" that is not quite in lockstep with the village policies.

[pachu09]

MadaTobi

Superstition

Madara knew his eyebrows were twitching crazily for the last few minutes. He knew without looking that the Elders and Izuna had been eyeing him skeptically for at least close to an hour now. He gritted his teeth and endured their pointed stares. He didn't want to ruin this joyous day with his temper flaring.

" He looks very beautiful. Just like you my Wife. I am pleased to know we have another Omega in the family. " he gently cup his beloved Wife's blushing cheeks. He knew his Omega is quite please at his praise. It almost made Madara forgot the pointed stares at his back.

" Aren't you gonna greet your nephews, Izuna?. " Tobirama confusedly ask his Brother in law. He gently rock the twin babes in his arms who started to fuss about.

Madara nearly snarled, because the face his brother is wearing is starting to make his Wife anxious.

" Don't worry. I find that he's very very cute, Tobira. I'm just disappointed that it took at least four children before you gave birth to him. " Izuna answered with a loud disappointed sigh...

Tobirama stares; utterly confused at what his Brother in Law is talking about.

" What do you mean by th— " Tobirama didn't even finished his question because his Husband had managed to tackle his brother and had proceeded to violently kick him out of their private rooms.

The Uchiha Elders only shook their heads and muttered amongst themselves. Even with their hurried leaving, they managed to respectfully says their wishes and greetings to their Matriarch.

Tobirama blinks confusedly at the retreating Elders. He turns to Hikaku. The man looked like he's the only one who still had his sanity intact.

" What was that all about, Hikaku–san?. " he asked his friend.

Hikaku scratches his cheek in embarrassment.

" Well, the short explanation is...the Uchiha had a superstition that when an Omega birthed a child that looks like them; it means he/she had enjoyed the sex far more than their Alpha or Beta Mate. "

Tobirama looked stump. He looked down at his youngest child who definitely resembles him a lot. From his skin coloring and to the pale tuft of hair on his head. He really looked like a mini clone of him. The largest difference is...his youngest had the typical black eyes of an Uchiha.

" Surely, you're joking?. " Tobirama felt feint at that insinuation. But Hikaku's embarrassed look and avoidance of his eyes tells him the man is telling the truth.

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Courtesy of this plot..I posted long ago from the Nart Art server.

There's this weird superstition in my country where if a child of the couple looks like the Mother. Then it means that the Mother enjoyed the sex ( at that time ) far more than the Father.

Apply this to Alpha Madara and Omega Tobirama in an A/B/O AU and out of their 5 children only one got Tobirama's looks.

I can just imagine the sheer despair Madara would feel if the Uchiha Clan had this kind of Superstition...🤣😂

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Happy (belated) New Year! Many happy returns✨✨

For the WIP ask game, my eyes immediately zeroed in on "ABO TobiIzu" 👀👀👀👀👀

Thank you, Torship! Happy New Year! I hope 2024 treats you and yours well. 💖

It's a Naruto fic in which the Senju have been assigned a mission by the Daimyō they can't fail. Itama (who's still alive) accompanies Tobirama on the mission and gets dosed with chakra inhibitors and heat inducers on the way in an ambush. Tobirama has to complete the mission, so he marches right into an Uchiha campsite with his little brother and leaves Itama with Izuna. The Uchiha, because of their stance on bloodline theft, are well-known for protecting Omegas and never laying a hand on them. None of the Senju have ever come to the Uchiha for protection before and Izuna is over the moon Tobirama trusts him to keep Itama safe.

[slrsunfire]

I’ve been trying to get a little mdtb piece out for Tobirama’s birthday but I don’t think I’ll be able to post it for his actual day :( 

It’s a re-work of a mdtb a/b/o fic I’ve been playing with in the background between all my projects and I’m thinking I’m just going to keep this a one shot due to time constraints. I can always add on to the ‘verse later if I so desire and interest is there. 

Anyway, here’s a sneak peek until I can get this posted: 

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Izuna shot up from the desk fast enough his form blurred when the briefest surge of electricity was conducted through the wood, and Tobirama couldn’t help but smirk viciously in vindication at the yelp that followed.

“Ow, what the fuck Tobirama!”

“I told you to get off the desk, Izuna,” Tobirama lightly reminded the man, “it’s not my fault you can’t follow directions.”

Izuna glowered at him for his cheek, and Tobirama smugly rolled up the scroll he’d just completed before standing to walk it over to the outgoing document box that was due to be picked up in an hour or so.

“See if I come to check on you again. I can’t believe you shocked me.”

“I warned you,” Tobirama calmly retorted as he checked to make sure he’d already deposited all of the other vital documents needing immediate filing for the day.

“What is this?”

At the question, Tobirama’s head snapped up and he spun around, just in time to see Izuna pick up the hanten jacket he’d kept stored in his lower desk drawer, it’s furoshiki covering discarded on the floor beside Izuna’s feet.

For a moment all he could do was stare at Izuna in shock before his face flooded with color.

“It’s a coat, what does it look like?” Tobirama waspishly retorted, trying for unimpressed as he glared at his formal rival.

Tobirama had no idea how to classify the stare Izuna turned on him next as the shorter omega shifted to really look at him, his pleasant, almost cinnamon tinged scent unfurling around him with his quickly shifting emotions.

“Where did you get it, Tobirama?”

At the question, Tobirama’s lips pursed as he juggled being honest or brushing Izuna off.

“I don’t know,” he finally admitted after a moment of struggling with himself, “I came back to my office and found it waiting for me on my birthday. Is it really so surprising I’d get a gift?”

Izuna’s expression turned utterly serious, which in turn made Tobirama’s hair stand on end out of pure instinct. Nothing good usually came from such a thing. He’d learned that very well during their constant and repeated battles over the years.

“It’s not just a coat, Tobirama. This is—”

Tobirama watched Izuna pause and take a deep, almost calming breath before he continued.  

“These seals, they’re proprietary Uchiha seals. The coat stitching, too— I’d recognize it anywhere. My mother had a jacket just like this that our father gave her at the start of their courting, made with good Yuki silk like this that our seamstresses wove to make the coat. It’s the first gift you give someone you wish to bond with, Tobirama. It’s a promise to cover you in their protection, and a sign you are already being pursued to any others who would dare to approach you with alternate offers.”

He theoretically understood what Izuna was saying, but Tobirama found himself also doubting he was understanding Izuna properly. An Uchiha was—or wanted to—court him of all people?

“I had no idea,” Tobirama breathed out the moment he got his voice back, certain his eyes had to be incredibly wide. “I haven’t even—how will they know if I agree or not?”

[doeinstinct]

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

[belit0]

 I'm hunting you, Izuna - Tobirama's version

No, Betas don't exist in this verse Dark Tobidrama!

Pairing: Alpha Tobirama / Omega Izuna.

We define life in black and white, simple. Well, not for Izuna, since his anatomy decided it would be inappropriate to present a status ruling by the age they normally suit it for.

Now the young Uchiha is in his twenties, and he still doesn't know what he is. People present as Alphas when being nine, in Omegas' case at twelve. As for Izuna, no hint of anything appeared, branding him as the odd case of the Uchiha clan.

It really is frustrating. Everyone talks about heat and love, marks and deep close relationships, bites and rut... Izuna can't get involved in any conversation, as he doesn't know about all that world. Never aware of whether he would be an Alpha or an Omega, he neither bothered to understand their habits. It left him in the middle, where no other case like his exists.

Everyone expected he would present a dominant status. After all, they know Uchihas for the large number of Alphas populating the clan. Only Senju compete with them, having a similar or even higher number of Alphas.

But as the years passed, hopes were disappearing, leaving room for doubt and fear. What would happen if Izuna never presents as anything? What would be his future? His destiny?

Izuna himself had felt pressured by these concerns as a teenager, but growing up, he understood there is much more in life than just two popular branches. While the unknown is scary, it opens an immense window of opportunities.

He had a hard time imagining what people meant by "scent". Many complained about Madara's overpowering aroma, a hostile and frightening fragrance for anyone. He couldn't wrap his head around it, because when he inhaled, his brother smelled of shampoo and clean clothes, as usual since he was a child.

Those special smell everyone described were imperceptible to his senses, and in a way he was grateful for it, for the disgusted face Tobirama makes when Hashirama goes to work while in heat doesn't leave much to be desired.

Izuna can deduce Alphas loathe the sensations other Alphas generate, while whatever an Omega releases into the air, whichever it is, is highly pleasurable. Every time he asks and demands a description, an explanation conducive to a rational concept in his mind, no one can answer him.

No one can explain the physical sensations of a heat, of what it feels like to be marked, of what it feels like to smell someone you are very fond of.

Eventually, the Uchiha understands answers to his questions will not come. He does not belong to that world. The only missing link in the chain, he must learn to deal with it.

Immersed in these depressing thoughts, he finds himself while Aniki and both Senju brothers argue in front of him, the four of them sitting in Hashirama's office while ignoring a monumental amount of work.

He only snaps out of his dark haze of self-pity when Tobirama's voice stops aggressively addressing Madara, changing the subject drastically.

"Do you smell that?"

"You're not getting away from this discussion with a foolish and poor distraction-" Uchiha leader tries simply to be interrupted before finishing.

"I mean it. Don't you sense it?" the white-haired man goes again.

"Your brother is pathetic." Madara resolves addressing Hashirama gravely.

"There's a scent, you futile fool. Inhale."

"I feel nothing, Senju."

"Anija?"

"Scent? Tobi, I can’t smell anything with those suppressants you're forcing me to take."

"Don't you dare put the blame on me with you being the one who neglects keeping track of his rut."

"You're both pathetic." Madara corrects, looking up at the ceiling.

“What does it smell like, exactly?” Izuna tries on a desperate chance to get answers.

“Well... it’s like something... beckoning you. As if someone placed your favorite meal in the next room and you cannot fathom the source of the scent, but you sense it. Need to devour is there.”

“Oh... sure, right, yeah... sounds to me like I don’t want to be you right now, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.” Younger Uchiha gives up on trying to grasp onto this strange world. He rises from his seat in front of Hashirama’s desk, but as he turns around, Madara’s voice stops him.

“Izuna...?”

“Aniki?”

Following his older brother’s eyes, his vision fixes on the chair he was occupying moments ago, being completely stunned at what he finds there. The seat is covered with a clear liquid, texture that presumes to be sticky from how densely it drips to the floor.

Only then do his hands have the reflex to touch his backside, feeling this wet sensation through his clothes. It is incredible to think he did not notice it until now, and he cannot understand where it came from. His eyes widen in panic at the thought of something being wrong with him, a strange thing happening to his body, when a growl bursts onto the scene.

It sounds animalistic and comes directly from Tobirama’s chest, who is now standing and leaning back on the desk while resting both hands on the surface. Long fangs suddenly grow out of his mouth, his eyes turn completely red and ten claws cover his fingers. A true predator.

An Alpha eyeing its prey.

Common sense seems to have completely abandoned the white-haired man, who cannot speak any words unless it is an incoherent sound. Despite Hashirama’s futile attempts to calm him down, the Senju does not back away, his gaze fixed on Izuna.

It is Madara who leaps from his seat and scoops his younger brother into his arms, carrying him as he jumps out the window and flees at full speed away from the other Alphas.

“Aniki?!”

"Of as many moments you could choose to present your status, you had to do it in a room full of Alphas!"

Madara leaps from rooftop to rooftop in desperation, knowing he must hurry if they want to beat the fastest man in the whole damn village on the run.

Who is precisely chasing them.

Several Alphas raise their noses to the air in order to feel Izuna's scent, which seems to suddenly spread all over the place, and the Uchiha leader knows Konoha is not safe anymore.

Their course changes towards the forest, shooting different fire techniques at their feet, so Tobirama loses time behind them.

"Aniki what's going on?!"

"You're a damn Omega, Otouto. Congratulations! We could toast with some Sake for the news if we didn't have a Senju trying to hunt you down!"

"But how can that be?! Why aren't you affected?!"

Jumping, blowing fire, talking and carrying his younger brother would be a nuisance if Madara didn't have the goal of protecting the precious cargo in his arms.

"Does it look like I have answers?! I don't know, Izuna. Maybe because I''m used to your scent? I don't notice any difference in you!"

"But you're carrying me, even though I can use my legs perfectly!"

"Yeah... alright... but... shut the fuck up and do some thinking!"

"Aniki let go of me! It's my rival! I know how to deal with him, I've been doing it for years!"

"No."

"Aniki!"

"I said no!"

"Aniki let me go!"

"I'm not letting go of my Omega-"

Madara will argue later, having mistaken his words because of the branch which hits him right in the forehead, making him fall unconscious to the ground from the height.

Izuna might feel guilty for leaving his big brother there on the forest floor, but he has a hunter to run from, and there's no time to waste. He quickly stands up, thanking fate that branch wasn't in his path as his legs shoot out at an even faster speed than the Uchiha leader.

In his thighs the stickiness is unpleasant, but he is a Shinobi, and knows he must assert himself in any adversity if he wants to survive.

The Senju was always faster than him, but at least he's not using that stupid technique he recently created, the one he keeps bragging about. Looking slightly back, the black-haired man can swear his hunter is running on all fours, and he's getting closer and closer.

A kunai brushes his cheek and the matter becomes more serious, almost grave, a sense of danger plaguing his body.

Izuna didn't regard this game as unsafe, he thought the Senju was having fun. The Uchiha never saw an Alpha's reaction to a newly presented Omega.

Suddenly, Izuna runs because he really wants to escape, not because he wants to win a competition who thought friendly with Tobirama.

"LEAVE ME ALONE SENJU!"

The shout is almost desperate, and the only reply is growls sounding nearer and nearer.

Hours ago, the Uchiha was not for this world, simply a mistake. Now, by being in the wrong place at the wrong time, he is about to lose everything he earned minutes ago.

He is not ready for that.

A seal sticks on his clothes and his entire body is paralyzed, making him fall hard to the ground. All he can do is insult his hunter as the latter walks menacingly towards him, enjoying the sight of his captured prey.

"Who would have thought... Uchiha Izuna an Omega..."

"Let go of me now and I might not cut your head off, Senju!"

Though his words are laced with venom, fear runs deep under his skin, anxiety whispering in his ear that it is over.

"Why should I spare you when it cost me trouble to hunt you down, Omega?"

"Don't call me that, I have a name!"

And what the Uchiha certainly didn't expect is the slap he receives at that retort. His face turns from the impact and Tobirama's hand mark is clear on his white skin.

"We'll work on your fashions and mannerisms. Nothing beyond fixing, Omega. We shall now proceed to that which concerns us."

The Senju's fangs glint impeccably as he crouches down beside Izuna, leaning over him and going right for his neck. The Uchiha knows what's coming, he's seen too many people bitten to not understand.

"WA-IT! WA-AIT! How... how come you reacted... so fast?! to what happened in your brother's office?!"

Talking won't buy him much time, but if only Madara would wake up and show at the right moment....

"It's simple, Uchiha. Your older brother always bears a scent far too sweet to be his own. It took me a while to deduce it was yours, but it became clear as you made a mess of your seat."

"Ah... ah... and how-"

"Enough, Izuna. I know you too well as to play your games."

Is the last thing he hears as Tobirama closes on him, digging his fangs in.

That day Izuna loses many things, but gains one. One he never asked for and never wanted.

An Alpha.