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Day 4: August 7th – Marriage of convenience // Any alternate universe

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basic idea for this one was by @raendown (thanks, senpai!) I added some more stuff.

Basically Rikudou Madara goes into another dimention to destroy them all but is amazed at no-fucks-given-tired-student-Tobirama who has exams to deal with and no time for this shit.

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For @perelka-l‘s sake I ended up using the feral prompt comic as a basis for this x3

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get a grip on yourself. if you get what I mean.

Day 1: August 4th – Arranged marriage // Mythology and folklore

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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.

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"Brother, no! You can't!"

"I must." Madara approached the door, knowing the Senju Brothers were inside. The wood creaked in the darkness. "Our clan values and honors the offering of one's eyes over all else." He paused, a heavy weight on his chest. "Tobirama has offered his eyes in exchange for peace."

Izuna looked at him incredulously, candle light flickering against his skin and robes. "We have no idea what will happen if you take his eyes! You could lose the Sharingan forever!"

"Is that all?" The coolness of his tone cut his little brother to the core. Madara turned to look at him, tired written across his face, "What would my Sharingan matter in the face of peace? For our youth to grow in a world where they are not sacrificed for war before they know the taste of a kiss?"

A long pause. Izuna breathed out.

"Ever the romantic. I think you are making a mistake."

"Hn." Madara turned back and opened the door, eyeing a weary Hashirama kneeling by his younger brother staring at the ceiling as he lay on the floor. "Then I suppose you'll have to clean up my mistake when it is all said and done."

--

It was a quick procedure with Hashirama's unparalleled healing techniques, and all parties went their way afterwards. Madara soon found himself inside the new village they had built together, him and Hashirama. His movements echoed through the stone passage down under the shrine, newly erected, into the basement. 

He stared blankly at the stone tablet in the fire light, as he had done time and time again. His- no- Tobirama's eyes piercing through the darkness. The Uchiha had seen them the moment the eyes were is.

Memories. Tobirama's memories and emotions attached to said eyes.

Bustuma beating him and threatening Hashirama. The loss of Itama and Kawarama. And then.. the moment he had laid eyes on Madara by the riverside laughing with Hashirama. 

To say it unnerved him to see himself through someone else's eyes was an understatement. That said someone else saw him in such a way, was even more unusual. A young.. very young Tobirama in love with a young Madara. The swirling conflict of emotions in every memory involving himself after that was strong and relentless like tidal waves. The push and pull of love and pain and endless anxiety. Madara often contemplated the cool exterior of the younger Senju in light of this new information.

How strong a man to withstand the tide of emotion so dense it would rival an Uchiha's. How selfless to give his eyes for his brother's peace, knowing he would never again lay eyes on the one he loved. Madara channeled the emotions given to him through his chakra into his-Tobirama's- eyes and watched as the world sharpened beyond a normal Sharingan capability.

The raspy voice came from behind him. Another encounter much like the first few, but this time the demon was no match for Madara. This time he had Tobirama's eyes. Madara whirled on him, catching him by the throat with gloved hands. It made a sound of choked surprise and Madara sneered. Trembling promises, empty taunts and temptations fell from its lipless jaws. 

But it fell on deaf ears.

All Madara could hear was the sound of a younger Tobirama's heart pounding at the sight of an adolescent Madara in yet another memory. 

"....rinnegan.." It croaked before Madara snapped it's neck, and drove a hand through it's chest to ensure it's demise.

What kind of power had Tobirama entrusted him with? Did the Senju even know? Madara blinked, withdrawing the chakra from his eyes and pondering for the infinite time if Tobirama had known what would happen should the bloodlines cross.

It dawned on him in that moment.

Tobirama gave him more than just his eyes.

Tobirama gave him peace.

Tobirama gave him power.

Tobirama just might have saved his life.

--

His steps were sure and solid. More than any steps he had ever taken in his life. When he spoke, Hashirama jolted with surprise.

Red eyes shimmered at Hashirama who looked bewildered now, waiting for whatever it was that brought the Uchiha into the Hokage office.

"I was visited last night by a demon." Madara paused, taking in Hashirama's terrified surprise. Demons were hard pressed to come by. "He tempted me of my new power.... and all I could think of was Tobirama."

"I am changing the peace agreement. I want your brother." 

The Senju lept from his chair, slamming hand and fist on the desk. Chakra hot and wild and blistering like the noon day sun. "No, Madara! He gave you his eyes and now you want his life?!"

"No, Hashirama," Ruby eyes closed slowly, opening again in violet hue. An image of Tobirama was fed to him by some unknown source of power. Lily white tresses, bandaged eyes, red marks, and moonlight skin standing under a willow. "I want his companionship."

"What."

----

Me too, Hashirama. Me. Too.

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MadaTobi Week 2019, Day 6 [8.9.19] Time or Dimension Travel // Feral