The valley was eerily still, the air thick with tension as the pair of two brothers, Hashirama and Tobirama faced off against Madara and Izuna, the feud between both Senju and Uchiha alike had reached it height––this was the end.
One of the pair of brothers was going to leave as the victor, and the others the losers.
Both were certain it would be them (winners not losers).
“There could never be peace between us!” Spat Tobirama, his lip curling to a snarl.
Madara sneered, his Mangekyo Sharingan spinning. “For once, I agree with you, Senju.”
He said the man’s name like if it were an insult.
Izuna pointed his sword towards the white haired man, “ I am going to shov––.” The younger Uchiha was cut off as there was suddenly a tremble in the earth, the four men stumbled.
Looking around wearily, Hashirama felt a shift in the atmosphere as the earth beneath his feet began to tremble and the plant life seemed to cower. He frowned, “Madara, maybe we should resched––”
There was a large surge of chakra, the air becoming thick and then –– whoosh.
The very air between them split––like a swirling storm before them. They watched as the scene before them shifted, like a mirage. Hashirama rubbed at his bleary eyes, leaning forward.
The other three froze.
Out of the swirling vortex stomped an angry, pink-haired, heavily pregnant woman dressed in a brilliant green Haori adorned with the Senju crest. The men shifted uncomfortably and Izuna returned his blade to its harness, turning to the Senju brothers with a mix of confusion and annoyance.
The woman was screaming bloody murder, and the Senju flinched, Hashirama going as far as to cover his ears.
Following closely after the woman was a darkhaired man who resembled the younger Uchiha––the resemblance uncanny. He was attempting to (albeit poorly) restrain the woman. The Senju tensed, there was no mistaking the Uchiha was harassing the Senju woman that up to today, none of them had ever seen.
Tobirama turned to the Uchiha. Madara’s gaze narrowed, “I can assure you, that is not one of our ow—”
“HOW DARE YOU!” Roared the tiny pink woman, her shrill voice echoing across the valley. The Izuna look-alike attempted to wrap an arm around her waist and with a tiny foot she stomped a crater into the earth.
Pooling out of the portal was another individual, a frantic blonde Uzumaki following with a look of concern and fear, “Sasuke! Control your pregnant wife before she kills me.”
The four men balked at the mention of “Wife” and “Pregnant.” Exchanging concerned looks at mixing each other’s DNA. Though Tobirama was curious, he was a scientist after all.
The lzuna-lookalike shot the blonde a dirty look before turning back to the pregnant woman with a platicating look, “Sakura, please,” he coaxed her gently, shooting glances to the side as if pleading for some form of divine intervention. “Please, think about the baby.”
Sakura was having one of it seemed as she slapped the darkhaired one known as Sasuke to the side so that he landed at their feet. He looked up at them startled before shooting his wife a concerned look, “Honey, you did it again you punched a hole into ti––”
She paid him no attention as she continued shouting, “Sasuke, I AM thinking about the baby! That’s why he needs to apologize!” She pointed an accusing finger at the blonde, as her lip trembled.
The finger she pointed trembled like her lip. Behind the yellow haired Naruto, a casual silver haired man walked out, orange book glued to his face, hand in pocket. He stood behind the other man almost supportively, but he kept a safe distance from the angry Sakura and her destructive fists.
The man, clearly a Hatake by the looks of him, raised a brow. “Sasuke, control your woman,” he said casually as if he was not just standing in a crater Sakura created.
Sasuke sighed deeply, his Sharingan blazing as he shot the other older, more wise man a dirty look. “Why don’t you try? She’s your student,”
“Hard pass.”
Seeing her opportunity, Naruto was wide open as the Sasuke and Kakashi were arguing, she lunged towards the orange clad man.
“I am going to beat him into next week!” Naruto yelped as he jumped behind Sasuke for protection. The other four men observing gave the orange clad man an affronted look as he now directed her rage towards them.
Madara raised a finger.
The Hatake turned a page in his book.
Hashirama cowered.
Tobirama glared.
Izuna was already hallway across the field, beckoning his brother to follow.
“Sasuke! Put her in your Susano!” Naruto cried desperately.
Sasuke’s eyes widened at the brilliant idea. With a flick of his wrist, Sasuke surrounded Sakura in the glowing purple ribcage of his Susano.
“Shhh, Sakura. Calm down. I’ve got this.” He soothed.
But Sakura wasn’t having it. With a single punch, she shattered the Susano like it was made of glass. Sasuke barely caught her as she stumbled, her tears of rage turning into sobs.
“I’m just…so…angry!” she sobbed into Sasuke’s chest.
He stroked her hair soothingly. “I know, I know. It’s okay to be angry. But remember what Tsunade said, not to stress the baby is du…”
She hiccupped. “I still want to beat him into a pulp.”
Sasuke kissed the top of her head. “I understand, I’ll do it for you.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Anything for you.”
Turning back to the Naruto Sasuke’s expression darkened. “Apologize to my wife,” he said coldly.
“For what? Eating the last Dango?” Kakashi asked incredulously.
“Yes, for EATING MY PRENGNAT WIFE’S LAST DANGOI!” Sasuke’s voice
thundered, a Chidori crackling dangerously in his hand.
“THEY WERE MINE,” Naruto cried indignantly.
“Armatures?” Kakashi scoffed. “I wouldn’t have even asked for an apology, I would have went straight with the chido.”
“As serious as a heart attack.” Sasuke threatened,
The onlookers, Madara, Izuna, Hashirama, and Tobirama watched in stunned silence. The infamous Uchiha and Senju clans’ bloody war came to a screeching halt as they stared at this baffling scene.
An Uchiha man, whipped by a Senju woman. At war against an Uzumaki.
When did foe become friend?
When did foe become lover?
“She…she broke his Susano,” Madara whispered, horrified.
“And he’s threatening to kill a man over…desert?” Tobirama added, blinking.
“This…” Hashirama started, a slow, bewildered smile spreading across his face.“This, this changes everything.”
Madara’s jaw tightened. “What do you mean?”
“Madara,” Hashirama said solemnly, clapping his rival on the shoulder, “if this is what the future holds, then maybe peace between us isn’t impossible after all.”
Madara stared at the chaos—the pink-haired woman sobbing into the Uchiha’s chest while he calmly comforted her after he had threatened the Hatake and Uzumaki with lightning. A firm hand placed on her round belly.
The Senju sighed, “We’re family.”
“Fine. Truce.” Madara said begrudgingly.
Madara was curious the couple in front of him, they looked to be both directly related to the both of them ––perhaps a grandchild of Hashirama and Mito…and one of Izuna’s future heirs.
And so, history was rewritten, not by a great battle, but by a pregnant Senju woman, her whipped Uchiha husband, and a single piece of stolen dango.
That was not hers–– semantics.
Izuna raised his hands from where he stood across the field. “Hey! What are you all talking about? Madara, why are you shaking their hands?”
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Before there was peace
“Hey, I’m kind of cold. Do you mind if I borrow your Haori Lady Tsunade?”