#mitotoka

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Rarepair Valentines - MitoTōka (?)

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Happy Wanksgiving Everyone!

Here's what I've written, enjoy! ♥♥

Everything's rated E. Mind the tags.

Too Much // TobiIzu Orders // TobiIzu The Grey Sweatpants // TobiIzu A Pleasure // KisaIta Creampie // KisaIta Want Me To Help // MitoToka

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Mito's Journal

Chapter 2 - Bad Hair Day

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Modern Witches Toka Senju and Mito Uzumaki :p

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MiToka, for my wonderful waifu (& fellow ship queen) doctor-queenie. Happy belated birthday, dear <3 (reference from here)

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Chopsticks : A Mito x Toka drabble

Pairing : Mitoka, angst HashiMito, one side HashiMada

Rating : T

Angst/Romance/Confort

Words : 800

Beta by swirly my sunshine <3 (thank you bby)

“Oh shi-I mean, damn. I'm sorry Mito-san, I'm afraid it's broken.”

“It's okay, Toka. There is another comb inside my night table.”

The tall Senju woman stood up and went to the other side of her friend's bedroom, easily finding what she was looking for. The dark wooden comb was indeed in the drawer, but that wasn't what grabbed Toka's attention.

She was genuinely surprised to see a beautiful hair-clip beside that comb. It has been Mito's favorite for a while. If she remembered correctly, it was the first gift Hashirama had given to her, just before they got engaged.

He had told her that it was nothing extraordinary, that he would give her so much more when he'd had time; but she couldn't have cared less. After all, it was a political marriage. She wasn't supposed to end up happy, she wasn't supposed to fall in love, she wasn't supposed to hit reality so many years later and then, be miserable for the rest of her life.

But, surprisingly, this small gift had troubled her. Toka remembered the conversation they'd had the night she had asked her about the beautiful hair-clip she was wearing.

“It was really nothing. A small silver hair-clip with a sakura branch on the top. But it is indeed very...sophisticated, and very unexpected coming from Hashirama. Back in those days I used to think he was just good for fighting on the battlefield and know nothing about women. But with that simple gift, Hashirama Senju had also succeeded in the impossible task of intriguing me...”

Toka blew on the dust that had recovered the hair-clip. She couldn't really remember the last time she had seen her friend with that gift in her hair.

“At first, I only wore it for special occasions. I don't really know why, but Hashirama tended to look at me differently when I was wearing it...he was...making love differently, definitely. It was more passionate and – oh I'm sorry Toka, I didn't realize. You probably don't want to hear about it, he's your own cousin.”

Maybe it was that time at that traditional Japanese restaurant. Yeah, she remembered now. Mito had already had her okonomiyaki in front of her and Toka had been waiting for her beef yakitori.

“Back in that time I supposed it looked very good on me. When Hashirama stopped being...needy, after I gave birth to our child, I realized he would only touch me when I was wearing that hair-clip.”

Toka remembered it had taken forever for her meal to come. Maybe it was just because of the tension her simple question had evoked. Mito had been playing nervously with her chopsticks while Toka's stomach was gurgling.

“Then, one day, as we were about to go out for some special occasion – a reunion with the daimyo if I remembered correctly – I decided to wear it again. I took it out of the drawer, but then I got distracted by our little daughter – she was three that time. I went to the corridor to take her in my arms and when we both came back in our bedroom...”

Mito had just broken her chopsticks when she had told that part of her story. Toka had then immediately given Mito hers; she didn't really needed them for some yakitori. She never knew why she had asked that stupid question so suddenly. It had just been to pass time until her meal was ready. She would have never imagined it would have cause her so much trouble.

“...He was holding it, as if it was his treasure. And he had that look on his face – that sad and sorrowful look, that he only wears when he is thinking of...him.”

The waiter had set down Toka's plate with a loud 'bang'. Mito had stayed silent for a bit, and Toka had felt too horrible to even think of something nice to say.

They had eaten silently.

And during the whole time, Toka had kept wondering why Mito had chosen to wore that hair-clip that night.

“You know Mito...I think you don't need that hair-clip to look pretty. In my opinion, you'll look gorgeous with just a chopstick to fix your hair.”

Toka had never been good with words, but that night, her thoughts had touched somebody's heart deeply.

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“Mommy! Mommy!”

The next morning, Mito woke up, her hair all undone. Alone in her bed. Hashirama had always been an early riser – but the place next to her had been cold and empty for too long.

She sighed as she adjusted her night-robe and, neglectfully, took her favorite chopstick in her drawer and fixed her hair, before taking her little princess in her arm.

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Mitoka FTW !

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Made of Silk : A Mito/Toka drabble

She had never thought it would end like this.

She had always had a sort of religious respect for her cousin's wife. She didn't know why, but Mito just had that kind of warm aura that made you want to be close to her, in a surprisingly non-selfish way; it was noticeable from the moment she had seen her standing next to Hashirama, with that bright smile on her face, just before they had said 'yes' to each other.

The Senju clan was filled with many soldiers and young children; women often died early during delivery, ultimately serving their sole purpose of giving their husbands new tools for war. There was distinct lack of a feminine presence that Mito could rely on, and it was only inevitable that she and Toka would soon become close.

Toka especially loved to comb that ginger hair she loved so much at night. God, she would have killed for those beautiful locks. They were so soft, just like silk, and it seemed she could do every single fantastic hairdo she liked! If it had been anyone other than Mito, Toka would have been jealous. So, she'd just comb her hair in silent adoration.

She hadn't noticed that her adoration had turned into love until the night Mito's warm aura and true smile had disappeared.

Toka had heard some noise from upstairs; it had been coming from Mito's room – the marital room. Some years had passed since her marriage, and a child was born, too; but the second was slow to come. It never seemed to bother her, and Mito would never talk about it, so she assumed it was not much of an issue. Mito had always seemed quite content with her little daughter – Toka was so sad she didn't have her mom's long ginger hair – and didn't think they needed another heir.

Everything was already so peaceful; women didn't need to be those shinobi factories anymore, and to be honest, Toka admired her for choosing the path that she did. Mito chose to believe in Peace – in Hashirama's dream – and had the strength to confront peoples' prejudices.

But Toka had never known that the truth, the reason for never having that second child, was far from being that glorious.

“It has always been him!” Mito's gorgeous ginger hair was in a terrible mess this time; Toka had trouble brushing the comb to the tips of the silky strands. She tried to sympathize with her, but couldn't find the words to calm her down. Toka – along with everyone else, including Mito – had long known who Hashirama had chosen back then, and it had not been Mito. It had never been her.

It had always been him all along.

“I'm so sorry...I shouldn't be...I mean, I knew that before I married him-”

That's when Toka realized she didn't feel bad for her. In fact, she was feeling...happy. Happy about Mito's misery. If Hashirama was making her so sad, then maybe...maybe...

The comb dropped from her hand at the realization.

“Toka...what's wrong? Is everything alright?”

How could Mito look so graceful? Her husband was in love with a dead man, who had been an enemy to the village – and maybe to the entire shinobi world, itself – and everybody knew about it; but here she was, proud and unharmed, weathering the elements and the nasty looks people gave her behind her back, magnificent as ever. She was always so good at hiding her misfortune.

But eventually she'd need to free herself from it all.

“You don't always have to be strong – it's okay to just sit down and cry. Nobody would blame you...at least I won't. I would have gone crazy long ago if I was in your shoes.”

Toka held her in her arms that night. She thought the action was rather stupid and regretted it at first, but then Mito started to hold her in return. So Toka spent the night stroking her hair while they laid on the futon, and pretended not to hear her silent sobbing.

When the first rays of sunshine fell upon her face, she felt like a completely different person. She felt at peace; Mito's warm aura was back once again, and it enveloped her like a mother would do with her child, and knowing that Toka had been responsible for its return made her feel blissfully happy.

She would have never asked for so much.

That morning, before going back to Hashirama's bed, Mito had kissed her on the lips and whispered some words of goodbye. But the words were lost on Toka, as she'd blanked out the moment she'd felt those soft pink lips on hers, and then wondered if Mito's whole body was made of silk.

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Thanks to my lovely sunshine for the beta

This crack pairing is her and moonie idea.

I hope you like it