Hime

Tobirama heard some muffled voices.  His mind kept screaming for him to wake up, yet he couldn't bring himself to wake; sleep had a strong hold on him, keeping his eyes shut.  He felt someone lifting him in a sitting position and heard a deep, rich, muffled voice telling him something that he couldn’t bring himself to understand. He felt his lips move but didn't understand what he was saying. There were strong arms lifting him out of bed; he whined at being separated from the warmth, nuzzling closer to the person carrying him around. When he returned back to the warm, fluffy bed, he was fed fish, and that was all he could remember before deep slumber overtook him again.

Tobirama was stunned. He woke up with large, strong arms around his waist and a broad, muscular chest at his back. He froze up trying to remember what happened. he remembered being ambushed and making Kagami the next Hokage before he stayed back and bought the young shinobis some time, and then he was dying in a pool of his own blood. The next time he opened his eyes, he was fighting Izuna again. Before his lower region started to burn and the pain came with it, he remembered the Uchiha handling him like a maiden as his pain got worse and worse before he blacked out in Madara’s arms. So he was at the Uchiha compound, and he needed to escape, get home to Hashirama and maybe start some strategies on how to achieve peace as soon as possible and without killing Izuna this time around.

His escape plan was to gently pry the arms around him to make a quiet escape, but as soon as he moved a little, he was pulled into a crushing embrace. Wondering who had his arms around him, he turned his head around. His whole body froze up when he saw Madara’s sleeping face. Relaxed, and he’s smiling in his sleep. ‘Since when was Madara so tall and… handsome?’ Tobirama turned around to see as his face heated up, and he let out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. He had no shame admitting that he was attracted to men even if it was a taboo. He remembered when one of his clansmen was outed, his father made sure he was publicly beaten and banished for being a ‘degenerate’, months later, a young Tobirama found the body, or what was left of him. The man died of his injuries and collapsed in the woods, where he was eaten by animals. Tobirama knew for his whole life that his attraction to men was something he would have to take to his grave, and now that he’s alive again, he’ll have to go through it again.

“Tobirama-hime, you’re awake. Are you hungry?” Tobirama jolted and carefully looked up to see who was calling, it was Hikaku. he remembered him from his previous life; he was an admirable, hardworking and dedicated man. He was loyal to the Uchiha clan and later Konoha. And Tobirama, through years, learned to feel at ease with him, so he quietly nodded. “Alright, I’ll make breakfast for you and Madara-sama. Do you mind waking him up?” When Tobirama nodded again, the older man left. The albino turned around to Madara and patted him on the top of his head. The man grumbled in displeasure.

Scared, he decided to speak to the man softly, he was still in enemy territory and was held by the clan head himself. “Madara-sama, you need to wake up… breakfast will be ready soon…”. That got Madara up, he lazily looked at Tobirama before a brilliant smile grew on his face.

“Is that so…” The man mumbled, lifting his head lazily. Tobirama’s breath hitched at the image in front of him, Madara’s hair was a mess. His thick black hair has always fascinated Tobirama. he always wanted to brush that thick hair, which surprisingly was very soft, so he lightly patted the top of Madara’s head again. “Hmmm…” The Uchiha nuzzled closer to him.

“Your hair is so soft…” It slipped his lips without thinking. 

“Why thank you, Tobirama-hime…” Madara purred.

Tobirama jolted and decided to sit up, making the now taller man whine. He looked down at him with a puzzled expression, this was the second time he was addressed this way. Feeling brave, he asked. “ Why is everyone calling me hime?”

“ Because you're an empress, the rarest type of omega…” He explained to the omega, but when all he got were a few rapid blinks, he prepared himself to explain further. His face heated up. How ironic that an alpha had to explain to the omega about his dynamic. He got up and pulled the omega back to himself, enjoying the cute little sound of surprise the albino let out. “I guess your father never taught you this since he assumed you were a beta…” He heard from spies and Hashirama how Butsuma saw Tobirama as less, not only because of his gender but because of his condition, so his second child was only fit to be a weapon and he didn't care to teach the albino a thing about sex, as he was pretty sure he would die fairly young. 

“An omega is a gift from the kami. They're the clan's matriarch, the ones who, no matter the gender, give us healthy, strong pups.” Madara pulled him even closer, pressing his nose into the soft white hair, ignoring the rather cute protests. “ There are rarely any omegas around if any…” Some clans in the past hated omegas as they were seen as weak and decided to get rid of them. Every child that was born an omega was either killed or neglected, so many omegas died fairly young and soon, omegas were becoming an extinct gender. But when an omega did survive and mate, their children were stronger, with large chakra reserves and better senses. It also didn’t help that clans who actively killed omega children have become extinct or were destroyed by other stronger clans. Nowadays, omegas are rarely born in a generation and are mostly only desired for bearing children. Even now, the prejudice against omegas was there that they were weak and fragile, but Madara knew better, as one of the strongest shinobi he had met was in his arms, and he was an omega. “And every few generations, an empress is born, an omega of considerable strength…”

He drew away from the omega, looking him over for a reaction. What he found was sheer baffledness. He wanted to say more, he wanted to ensure the omega that he saw his value as a fighter, as the omega was very vocal about his desire to fight and protect pups. He wanted to express his admiration for the albino’s wit and strength, but Tobirama was faster. “Ah…” he hesitated. “ May I go to the bathroom?” The older man nodded and released him without a word.

Tobirama knew anatomy well, he studied it to perfect a lot of healing jutsus, and if what Madara said was true, did he…Tobirama sat down on the toilet and reached down his hand to feel up, and he yelped, there was something he suspected he had, and he really hoped he was wrong, but there it was; it was something new, something he didn't have in his previous life. ‘This world is weird…’ He looked around for a way to escape, he needed to find more answers. He-

Someone was knocking at the bathroom door. “Are you alright in there?” It was Madara.

“ Yes…” Tobirama was shocked, to say the least. The Uchiha showed no hostility or malice, they were rather kind to him, and Tobirama thought that maybe he could try to get peace another way, maybe they’ll listen to him and comply with Hashirama, if this world Hashirama was anything like his, he would be trilled at the notion of the Uchiha offering peace. ‘I’ll have to play nice then…’

After doing his business, he washed his hands and splashed some water on his face. He needed to cool off.

In the bedroom, he saw Hikaku and Madara, the clan head patted his lap, signalling to Tobirama to sit there, the albino tried to ignore him just to be dragged into it with his arms locking around the Senju. “ Sit…” This will be an exhausting time. “ Do you want to go for a walk, Tobirama-hime?”

“ The library.” He needed to know more, he needed to understand what this whole world was about. Madara’s explanation helped a little, but it wasn’t enough. This word was an enigma, and he needed to understand what he was dealing with. And the library should have what he was looking for.

Madara tried to kiss his cheek, but Tobirama covered the man’s mouth, the older shinobi was acting way too familiar for his liking. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this yet, but he also knew that this type of relationship was frowned upon, two men can’t be in love. “ Not…not now.” He got a whine from the man, but the Uchiha obliged his request. After they finished their meal, they went to the library, and Tobirama opened a book about dynamics. 

Madara blushed and looked away when the omega started to read the medical books. It was embarrassing, but he also craved the albino’s presence. “Hmmm, what’s an empress? You said I was one, but I can’t find a trace of it here.”

Madara perked up, this was not as embarrassing as watching the omega read the medical book. It was a story he had heard from his uncles and aunts from the capital. “Ah, an empress is a rare phenomenon. How do I describe it? The last empress was in rice country, and she somehow combined four clans into a small city that still stands strong today, two hundred years later.”

“Oh, that’s interesting…” The omega smiled at him, and Madara couldn’t help but smile back.

“Tobirama-hime, I think it would be good for you to bathe, it's been a week…” Hikaku blushed like a tomato and presented the omega with fresh clothes.

Tobirama wordlessly went to the prepared bath. He was asleep in the Uchiha compound for a week after all. When he dipped into the warm water, he relaxed and closed his eyes, stretching his senses, reaching out to the Senju compound, seeking out his brother. Hashirama was alive in his office with Touka and Mito…his chakra was spiked with anger over something, but Tobirama relaxed, happy his brother was doing his duties? He didn’t know, and that was fine with him, as long as his brother wasn’t alone, it was fine. Humming into the warmth, Tobirama started to think more about what he had read in the library about omegas and what Madara had told him as well. It was as scary as it was fascinating. A world that had secondary genders, how peculiar. They were quite similar to the dynamics of Hatake wolves. The alphas are the leaders, the betas are the followers, and the omegas are the heart of the pack. And if the story Madara told him was true, he could use it to his advantage. Maybe it will be easier to build the village this time around.

Getting up from the warm water and putting on the soft yukata, Tobirama exited the bathroom just to see Madara patting the space in bed, knowing better than to disobey unless he wanted to be manhandled by the talker man. He lay down, humming when Madara pulled him closer. Maybe this world wasn’t that bad, even if it was weird.

Madara curled around the omega and let out a satisfied pur. Tobirama was already fast asleep. “Is he still asleep?” Izuna was impatient; they just learned that Tobirama was an empress, and Madara was being possessive over him. He worked in the bed, with the omega curled around him, never leaving Tobirama alone unless he had to bathe or eat, but then Hikaku took over watching the empress for the alpha, preventing Izuna from snuggling with the omega alone. Tobirama was his rival, and if anyone could claim him it was Izuna, their babies would look so cute. But here they were, with Madara snuggling against the empress like it was his rightful place.

“Stop stinking up the place with your jealousy, Izu, you’ll wake him…” He cuddled closer to the albino, his scent was marvelous as he was pretty, softly kissing the nap. He will definitely ask Tobirama to become his mate when the omega wakes up. Madara admired Tobirama’s sleeping form, he was breathtakingly beautiful and deadly. A strong fighter, he could keep up with a strong alpha as Izuna, even outsmarting him on multiple occasions. Madara wanted to spend as much time as he could with Tobirama, learning more about the beautiful man he intended to court.