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Why do you do this to me muses? I am way too busy right now to write a story about an Omega Tobirama (who is going into pre-heat) distracting a large group of Uchiha by flashing his red eyes at them and taking off, much to his kins distress. Tobirama expects all kinds of bad things to happen when they catch him, and then the Uchiha are upset when they realize that Tobirama expects all sorts of bad things to happen to him.
Friends, comrades, take this plot bunny from me. I beg you.
To Pledge One's Troth
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one Inspired by Emilx311’s Captured Crimson. Same basic idea that the Uchiha have a tendency to carry off people with red eyes, and that Tobirama is sneaking around as a mysterious cloaked ninja. Only he has managed to avoid the Uchiha all the way until adulthood. Also, sorry Indra, but this is my entry for MadaTobi week so go back to your position as honored ancestor.
Slowly sipping one’s tea was a transparent stalling maneuver, but a well-respected one. What were the Uchiha going to tell him to do? Hurry up? That would be unspeakably rude, even for clans that had been feuding as long as theirs had. So long in fact, that no one even remembered how the conflict had started.
The negotiations, Hashirama had to confess, even if only to himself, were not going well. When his childhood friend finally agreed to meet him to discuss a possible peace treaty, Hashirama had been over the moon. Things had even started out well as the pair quickly hammered out an agreement to make official the unspoken rules that had stood since their Fathers deaths. For example, the hunting of children and non-combatants was now explicitly forbidden.
Unfortunately, the situation had begun to degenerate almost as soon as the ink on their first policy was dry. It seemed neither side was willing to forget, much less forgive. And the idea of willingly giving ground to their ancient enemies? Unthinkable. In spite of Hashirama and Madara’s best efforts, it seemed the negotiations would soon fall apart entirely. And then they would be right back where they started.
It was a good brew, nevertheless Hashirama tasted bile as he stared down into the cloudy liquid in the vain hope it would grant him some sort of inspiration. Though in truth, he did have one trump card left to play, no matter how his soul railed against it.
Hashirama wasn’t sure if he would ever be able to forgive himself. It didn’t matter that Tobirama had given him permission. That it had been his brother’s idea in the first place. He still felt like the worse kind of traitor. Father, he knew, must be rolling in his grave. Tobirama’s cool, logical voice echoed in his head as though his brother was aware of his inner conflict.
‘There are worse things in life than a lawful marriage anija.’
‘And what if you succeed? Will I be a prisoner in my own home?’
Then there was perhaps the most damning of all. ‘To be a shinobi, is to sacrifice,’ and no one could argue Tobirama did not do his duty.
Forcing himself to relax, Hashirama swallowed hard before schooling his features into a neutral expression. “The Senju,” he said formally. “Are prepared to offer a sign of our goodwill, in the hopes our clans will one day be as brothers.”
Madara caught on to what his rival was implying almost immediately. He would deny it until his dying day, but he was disappointed in his old friend. With a different clan, it probably would have worked. But here? Now? He had thought Hashirama knew him better than that.
“A generous offer,” Madara returned neutrally, still hoping he could salvage the situation. “However the Uchiha do not wed for politics, and I could never ask one of my kinsman to make such a sacrifice.”
“I am aware.”
Left brow twitching violently, Madara resisted the urge to dive across the table and strangle his childhood friend. That utter moron. If he had known, than why . . .
Hashirama tried to smile, failed. “You see Madara, my brother.” He swallowed hard.
Madara’s eyes automatically slid back and to the left towards where Kawarama stood glaring at Izuna; who was of course happy to glare right back.
“Not Kawa,” Hashirama said seeing the look. “And not Itama, our other brother.”
“You mean,” Madara paused, searching his memory for the other’s name only to come up blank. He shifted uncomfortably, a frown tugging on his features. “The um, sickly one.”
This time Hashirama did smile, though it wasn’t a happy expression. “He isn’t sick. Tobirama,” he said with a soft intensity. “Is an excellent ninja.” Better than him in many ways. “And much beloved by the clan.”
Firmly, Madara reminded himself he didn’t actually want Hashirama dead. Still, when he remembered all the arguments within his clan over this matter, the shouting matches about how they could never trust a clan who so easily disregarded their own kin. And now, NOW! Hashirama was saying that the rumors weren’t even true.
“Then why?!” he demanded, barely managing to prevent his sharigan from activating.
Hashirama didn’t even seem to notice, too lost in his own head. “Because,” he answered head bowed. “Tobirama has red eyes.” Strong fingers clenched on the edge of the table as he forced himself to go on. “If,” he stated firmly. “The Senju and Uchiha clans can come to an agreement; my brother will stay with you as your guest for six months. He will allow your kin to court him, and he will wed the Uchiha of his choice.”
This time, Madara wasn’t the only one staring at the Senju clan head with wide eyes. Those blessed by the goddess Amaterasu were rare. Only two or three per generation. On rare occasions more, and many times less. Slowly, he exhaled. If this was true, and he had no reason to think it wasn’t, than matters had changed a great deal.
“You understand of course,” Madara said regaining his composure even as he considered new possibilities. “I would need to meet him.” The Uchiha would never believe it otherwise.
Whatever uncertainty Hashirama had been feeling earlier had evidently left him as he stared fearlessly into his rival’s eyes. “That is entirely dependent on my brother being allowed to leave afterwards.” No one had to remind him of the Uchiha Clan’s reputation of kidnapping those with red eyes. It had been his greatest nightmare for as long as he could remember, even worse than one of his brothers dying in battle. At least then he would know.
The Senju leaned forward, making absolutely no effort to appear harmless. “Know this Madara, regardless of the outcome of these negotiations, the Senju will never allow one of our own to simply vanish.”
After several long moments Madara nodded in agreement. “Very well.”
“Aniki!” Izuna objected stepping forward. It was their duty to protect the blessed wherever they were found. How could his brother agree to simply let one leave, Senju or no?
“Izuna,” Madara said warningly. It was just for today. He was confident the blessed one would be safe among their clan soon enough.
Dark eyes searched his old friend’s face. Whatever he was looking for, he found it. “Touka,”Hashirama called barely raising his voice.
The woman looked furious. In spite of this, she obeyed, turning to vanish into the forest. She wasn’t gone long, almost immediately reappearing accompanied by a tall cloaked figure.
Madara had only seen the other once before. A brief glimpse years ago and at a distance. Nevertheless, he recognized the new arrival immediately, and he was not the only one. The White Ghost. Briefly he considered that this was all a trap, a way to get the infamous phantom close enough to strike. Such thoughts were immediately disregarded even as Hashirama stood, gesturing the figure closer.
“Tobirama.”
And then, the Ghost threw back his hood.
Madara’s heart nearly stopped in his chest as he wildly wondered if Kisshōten had blessed the Senju as well. Tall and slender, Tobirama moved with a grace uncommon even in other shinobi. Moon kissed skin, silvery-white hair, and of course those piercing crimson eyes. Hashirama’s brother was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
That was when Madara decided. He would be generous; he would allow his kin to court the other. But in the end, Tobirama would marry him.
The Uchiha’s obliviousness about kidnapping being wrong was recently on discord so I thought I would add my thoughts.
1. Even in Naruto, it is super rare to have truly red eyes. Like, I can count everyone I can think of in the entire multi-generational series on my fingers. And this is including Kurenai’s family as I am not convinced her eyes aren’t related to some sort of blood-limit even though they don’t specify in canon. They have those odd rings and both her Father and child have the same eyes.
2. Most people aren’t nearly as good at hiding their red eyed members as the Senju were. Probably most of the blessed were captured fairly young. I can also see some clans just giving said children to the Uchiha because they don’t want trouble.
3. Any civilian born blessed was likely not treated very well by their community. Given the society in question, I can see your average Joe as being somewhat superstitious. The Uchiha were probably a step up.
4. The Uchiha, all of them, truly believe that red eyes are a sign from their goddess. And, if you don’t follow the edicts of your religion than why bother being religious at all.
Saw the summary of the really dark bridenapping AU that got mentioned on tumblr and was like nope. Not for me. Here Emi, have something a little lighter.
Random Uchiha: Err, Tajima-sama. It’s the Senju.
Tajima: What about the Senju?
Random Uchiha: They’re at the gate.
Tajima: WHATT!!! How many?
Random Uchiha (cringes): All of them.
Tajima (pauses sword halfway through his obi): Did Butsuma say why?
Random Uchiha: Not exactly. (frowns) Does it count as a declaration of war if you are already at war? He said he had demands.
Other Uchiha: ????
The bridenapping AU (Captured Crimson) plunnies bit me again. I did some poking at it when cleaning at work and realized if I shift it just a little I can use it as one of the madatobi week entries.
I did want to participate this year even if I don’t tend to write explicate stuff. The question is, can I hold onto a one-shot until August? Well, I guess we’ll see.
