Chapter 2
“Aniki… there’s something up with the white demon.” Izuna spoke up, as soon as the two brothers had made their way from the battlefield to their shared home.
“No shit Izuna, people don’t normally fall over screaming bloody fucking murder for no reason.” Madara huffed exasperated, throwing his armor into a heap on the floor next to the entrance of the home.
“No, Aniki you are not understanding! I tried to attack him when he was down… my body physically would not let me.” Izuna spoke, a puzzled look still etched into his features, as he replayed the moment over and over in his head.
Where his body jerked at the last second and ended up giving the white demon a slightly deep cut on the arm instead of a mortally grievous wound to his stomach.
“What are you even talking about otouto?” Madara grumbled as he sank down into one of the chairs in their living area, sighing as his tense muscles finally relaxed.
“When I attacked the white demon for the last time, my body made me subconsciously avoid giving him a grievous injury… I was aiming for his stomach but my body redirected the blow subconsciously to his arm instead.” Izuna said, sinking down onto the couch next to his brother's chair.
“What! Are you sure that’s what happened out there Izuna? I’ve never heard of anyone’s body, at least within the Uchiha clan, betraying them like that…” Madara spoke, rubbing his forehead feeling a headache coming on from having to use the sharingan too much already that day.
“I’m positive Aniki, I’d never mistake something like this. My body would not attack him, it would not let me aim for his stomach, for the final blow.” Izuna groaned, slinging his arm over his eyes while leaning his head back against the couch.
“This is indeed a peculiar situation otouto, I’ll have to have Hikaku look into it. Maybe our records have recorded something like this in the past, that can help us find out why your body wouldn’t listen to you.” Madara spoke, continuing to rub above his eyebrow, praying to Amaterasu this headache would go away before it formed into a migraine.
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It had been two weeks since the incident on the battlefield with the white demon, all the Uchiha, Madara had asked Hikaku to look into the matter that was plaguing both him and Izuna. As it has it the fellow Uchiha had yet to find a situation that was similar to theirs, he had yet to find a record holding any information on why someone body had or would betray their own thoughts and movements.
As it stands even with the uncertainty and curiosity of why Izuna’s body didn’t listen to him, Madara and Izuna still happened to be baffled by the blood curdling screams that had left the Senju’s mouth, The man that had been Izuna’s rival since they were young children, he hadn’t even screamed like that when he had been sliced by Izuna’s blade so badly it nearly took his hand clean off. Thankfully for the white demon, Hashirama was able to salvage his wounded hand with his healing abilities, making it like the cut on his hand almost didn’t even happen. The only remnant of the injury was the giant white jagged scar around Senju's hand, that could only be seen when Tobirama would move in certain ways.
What was even more odd was that within the last two weeks Madara had yet to receive his usual ‘Madara, my old friend, let’s make peace!’ letter from the overexcited, too optimistic Senju that usually would send a letter for peace the day after any skirmishes would take place.
“Aniki you don’t think… he’s dead do you?” Izuna spoke, breaking Madara out of his thoughts, looking up Madara was met with a look on Izuna’s features he hadn’t seen in a while, concern.
“Shit, I don’t know Izuna… Hashirama still hasn’t sent any kind of word for peace talks, or otherwise. That big oaf has usually sent word by now, for either peace talks or a cease fire agreement.” Madara said, picking up his inarizushi and biting into it angrily. Looking off over his little brother's shoulder, as if the Uchiha messenger would rush in at any second declaring the clan head of the Senju had yet again sent word via messenger hawk, asking for peace between their clans, yet it never seemed to come. That was until night had fallen upon the Uchiha’s compound, full moon shining in the night sky above, trees leaves blew in the chill of the summer night's air.
Unlike all of the other times that a message was delivered to the Uchiha from their greatest enemy it was done through a messenger hawk, but different from all times previous, word was sent that the clan head and clan heir’s presence was needed immediately at the compounds gates, groaning Madara stood from the dining table, rushing over to the front door where the messenger who had adjust burst in was still panting from lack of oxygen from running half way across the compound, Madara begrudgingly put on his armor that he always kept by the door incase of late night attacks, soon followed by Izuna who were led out by the messenger to the gates.
Madara and Izuna stood at the front of the gates in utter shock, eyes as wide as dinner plates and mouths hanging agape. Never in Madara’s 26 years of life had he thought he’d meet someone that would be willing to do something so reckless.
There at the Uchiha encampments gate stood Hashirama Senju, and beside him stood the man’s wife Uzumaki Mito, and most surprisingly of all, on his other side stood his younger brother, the white demon. Much to all the Uchiha’s shock and unease of those who had gathered around the gates at the commotion from the outer guards, no one had a clue whether or not the younger Senju had even survived the last battle they had at all, especially with the way he was whisked away so suddenly from the battlefield by his elder brother, not even being able to walk of the field himself, accompanied with the fact of the screams he had let out after collapsing most had been sure he had perished.
Madara knew Hashirama to be a skilled healer, so it wasn’t so much a shock that the white demon was alive as it was they they were all standing dead in the middle of Uchiha territory, their greatest enemies territory, an enemy that could sooner strike them down with how outnumbered they had left themselves, who just goes into their enemies territory as a three man party?? Apparently Senju Hashirama does. Madara groaned and rubbed his head, this was going to be a long night.
Although all three of them stood before the Uchiha at the gates, the white demon looked the least happy to be there, Hashirama as always had a blinding wide smile plastered to his face, Mito’s facial expressions were neutral as always and Tobirama was scowling clearly on alert as anyone should be in enemy territory. He didn’t look happy in the slightest to accompany his elder brother and his wife here for whatever reason they had at all, from what Madara was gathering from the situation it was definitely not the younger Senju’s idea to show up at their greatest enemy's compound at sundown.
As Madara stepped forward, followed by Izuan, Hashirama's impossibly wide smile somehow became an even wider grin as he saw his childhood friend emerge from behind the other Uchiha at the gate.
“Madara! Old pal! We come bearing great news.” Hashirama’s voice boomed, nearly waking half the compound with its range.
“Anija, stop being an idiot… this should strictly be a Senju matter, I have no idea why you must insist that the Uchiha know of it.” Tobirama grumbled, crossing his arms giving a pointed look at his elder brother.
“Of course they deserve to know, it’ll involve them as well Tobi, no matter how much you may dislike it… he didn’t have a choice in the matter either otouto.” Hashirama sighed out at his younger brother's disapproval of letting the Uchiha know of the situation at hand.
“What the hell are you weirdos talking about?” Izuna shouted, arms flailing about trying to understand what this conversation was even alluding to.
“I request that this discussion be done in private. The conversation itself doesn’t have to be done here within your clan's compound, it can be done at the Naka river if need be.” Hashirama spoke, voice becoming dangerously calm, Madara straightened his back knowing this voice on Hashirama meant that he meant business and this was serious. Madara sighed signaling for Izuna and Hikaku to follow him towards the Senju’s at the gate, “Well lead the way Hashirama.” Madara said, even if he and Hashirama had been friends in the past he wasn’t about to lead the way and leave his back open to someone who was still his enemy.
Hashirama flashed one of his signature smiles, leading his brother away with a comforting hand placed upon his back, soon followed by his wife who was as poised as she always was given the situation. Madara, Izuna, and Hikaku followed the three to the Naka river, the place where Hashirama and Madara’s friendship and began and ended so quickly, soon after a long walk they had arrived at the Naka river, Hashirama lead his brother to a place next to the river's edge, making a stump of sorts out of his Mokuton that could double as a chair and forced his younger brother to take a seat, the white demon subsequently rolling his eyes at his brothers antics, crossing his legs in an attempt to get comfortable on the stump his brother had created, while Hashirama fussed around the younger.
“Alright Anija, I’m not some fucking invalid. You can stop with the unnecessary fussing, I am fine, just because of the situation I don’t need you to baby me.” Tobirama glared at his older brother, who reluctantly stopped fussing over his brother.
“But otouto…”
“No but’s Anija! I am fine, let's just get this damn conversation over with.” Tobirama glared.
All three Uchiha looked between one another and the scene at hand, just what in the everlasting fuck was going on with the Senju brothers.
“Alright, Hashirama can we please just get to the point and know what all of this is about? You show up at our compound unannounced and then drag us out to the Naka river, after the sun has gone down, at that. This better be important.” Madara growled out.
“Don’t worry about it, sleeping beauty you can get back to your cat nap soon.” Tobirama teased, glare aimed at Madara. Madara’s blood boiled, as he went to lunge for the smart ass Senju it was as if his feet were glued in place he could not get his feet to move, he struggled for a while before ultimately calming down and stopping his unsuccessful struggle against himself.
Once he had fully calmed down he was able to move his feet freely again, he suddenly looked to Izuna with wide eyes. His body had betrayed him just like Izuna’s had on the battlefield when he was fighting the white demon, by the way Izuna’s eyes were also wide he knew exactly what had just happened to his older brother.
“What jutsu have you cast on us, you damned Senju!” Izuna growled out in anger towards the white demon.
“That’s exactly what I would like to know, Uchiha.” Tobirama spoke with just as much hatred as Izuna had towards him.
“Calm down Tobi, it isn’t good for you to be stressed right now… think of the b-” Hashirama was cut off with a swift elbow to the side courtesy of his lovely wife, groaning as he rubbed his side he spoke once more.
“Mito don’t you think they deserve to know about it?” Hashirama asked, looking down at his wife exasperated.
“Of course I do, dear husband… however I believe our dear otouto here, should be the one to do the honors of telling the Uchiha here about the joy that will be coming to us both soon.” Mito spoke, gracefully pointing to where Tobirama sat, frown etched onto his features with his arms crossed.
“What do you mean by a joy coming to us soon Mito-Hime.” Hikaku asked politely, towards the Uzumaki princess.
“Well Hikaku, I shall let our dear Tobirama take this one over.” She said, smiling deviously. If Madara was honest with himself he would admit that she scared the living daylights out of him and most of the Uchiha clan when she spoke in that tone.
“Well? We don’t have all day you bloody Senju, tell us what was oh so important you had to come and drag us out of our compound personally?” Izuna asked, clearly trying to diminish the importance of whatever it was that the white demon was trying to convey to them.
“You know what? This is not worth my time in the slightest, they don’t need or deserve to know shit. They can be a Senju clan kept secret for all I care!” Tobirama yelled, huffing as he got done shouting at the stunned Uchiha. Standing to leave and cross the Naka river to head back to the Senju compound, Tobirama swayed nearly falling over and hitting his head on the stump he had been previously sitting on, had it not been for Hashirama hovering so closely by the younger Senju would have surly left with a concussion, if he had not ended up a split head.
Madara, Izuna, and Hikaku looked on in disbelief at the white demon who was a fierce opponent to face on the battlefield was now in Hashirama’s arms looking incredibly weak and tired. Hashirama steadied his little brother out and back onto his feet, lowering him back down to the stump.
“Okay just what the hell is going on here?” Madara asked, looking back and forth between the two Senju brothers, hoping to receive an answer.
“Just tell them Tobi, everything will be better once we do… you said so yourself that you need to receive his chakra weekly if not daily to sustain yourself and them. Don’t risk it all because of a snide remark.” Hashirama spoke soft and lovingly towards his younger brother, rubbing his hand up and down the younger arm, while Mito quietly brushed a hand through his white locks.
“Fine.” Tobirama grumbled, sitting up more than he had before, looking dead at the three Uchiha across from them.
“I’m pregnant.” huffed, rolling his eyes as all three Uchiha’s mouths dropped open catching flies.
“But aren’t you biologically male, Senju-Sama? If so then how are you carrying a child?” Hikaku was the first of the three to finally speak up as the shock wore off.
“Yes, I am biologically male. I do not possess a uterus or anything that is required to sustain a child while in gestation, this was done by a jutsu it seems, one that someone placed on me while I was unaware. It being such a small life form I was unable to detect the chakra of the jutsu and chakra of the baby, until as of recently.” Tobirama spoke, eyes still glaring at all three of the Uchiha.
“If you do not believe me, you may activate the sharingan for a way to confirm.” Three sets of eyes spun to life with the sharingan, looking at the Senju’s midsection and searching until all three saw what appeared to be a fetus still developing, nestled in between a few of the Senuju’s organs. They all understood now this wasn’t some fake out it was real, red eyes disappeared as black replaced the red, signaling the Uchiha had turned off their clan's Kekkei Genkai.
“That’s great and all Senju, but what does this have to do with the Uchiha? All of you have been going on and on about how we deserved to know, but I fail to see how this relates to us at all. Hopefully you didn’t come to ask for a cease fire just because you got knocked up did you?” Izuna laughed out, as the white demon growled at him.
“Of course not.” Tobirama grumbled, sitting up straighter while crossing his arms yet again. “I just figured you may be interested in who the other father is.” Tobirama smirked, watching their shocked faces morph into confusion.
“Why do we care who your baby daddy is Senju?” Izuna laughed.
“Well because you see Izuna… my baby, they share a lot in common with you.”
“What are you getting at Senju?” Madara asked, eyes glaring at the albinio shinobi.
“To be exact Madara-Sama.” Tobirama purred, clearly making the Uchiha uncomfortable with the respect the Senju had addressed Madara with. “My baby shares a lot in common with all of you, Uchiha.” shit eating grin clear across his face.
“What do you mean Senju, out with it already!” Izuna shouted.
“My baby… They will be a Senju and Uchiha child by blood of both clans, they will be the first to be born between both clans.” Tobirama spoke, finally revealing to the Uchiha what he had been alluding to, placing his hand on his now slightly protruding abdomen.
“What, you cannot be serious!?” Izuna shouted looking back and forth between his companions and the other shinobi across from them.
“Dead serious, on my fathers grave this isn’t a lie and trust me I wish it were a lie as well.” Tobirama grumbled.
“Why don’t you just get rid of them if it bothers you so much to carry them?” Hikaku spoke again.
“It isn’t their fault some crazed shinobi put them inside of me without my permission and used one of my greatest enemies to also help father them.” Tobirama said, rolling his eyes.
“Also there’s something peculiar going on with this pregnancy.”
“What do you mean by that?” Madara asked, no matter his feelings towards the Senju if what he was saying was true the man carried one of his future clan members within him.
“The fetus that resides within me seems to be protected somehow, any other pregnancy would not have been viable after what I sustained in the last skirmish, but the baby was fine I however still seem to be able to take substantial damage, so the protection doesn’t seem to spread to me just the baby and anything that could harm them.” Tobirama explained what he had discovered while conducting tests and experiments on himself and the fetus that now resided in a makeshift uterus his body had formed around the fetus itself.
“Okay that explains a lot then.” Izuna bemoaned.
“What does it explain exactly?” Hashirama asked, head tilted to the side.
“During the last skirmish once Tobirama was down I aimed for his stomach hoping to give him a debilitating wound when I had the chance too, but at the last second my body refused to aim for his stomach and made the trajectory of the attack go off course and hit his arm… It has to be because my body sensed he was carrying another Uchiha.”
“And why I couldn’t lunge at him a moment ago…” Madara spoke bewildered, looking at the white haired Senju.
“The baby will be a Senju.” Tobirama glared at both the Uchiha brothers, arm wrapping unconsciously around his abdomen.
“Not if the father is a Uchiha, if that baby develops the sharingan he’ll be declared a Uchiha for sure.” Izuna snapped back.
“You won’t even see them! We are at war, and I will not give a child of my blood or clan over to you, Uchiha’s.” Tobirama growled, gaze sharpening even more.
“Well with this being known we may have to work harder to achieve that dream of peace we once had, Hashirama.” Madara spoke, looking at the dark haired Senju he once called his best friend.
“What!?” Tobirama whipped his head in the direction of the older Uchiha brother.
“Aniki you can’t be serious!” Izuna shouted, looking over at his brother as if he had grown a second head.
“Izuna, we cannot allow a child to be born outside of the Uchiha. If peace and possibly a village is what it takes to allow us to see a baby that will be one of the clan members no matter who likes or doesn’t like it we will do it.” Madara said, eyes darkening, voice tone extremely serious.
“Why can’t a child of Uchiha blood be born outside of your clan Madara?” Hashirama asked.
“The child will need guidance with Katon and if they should develop the sharingan they will require immense training, this dojutsu of ours could lead to blindness if not trained and taught correctly. We also cannot let our treasured blessing from Amaterasu be stolen by another clan.” Madara said.
“Ah I see.” Hashirama said, rubbing his head trying to grasp all the information just relaid to him.
“Then while we await peace talks I shall stay with Madara in the clan head house in the Uchiha compound.” Tobirama spoke up, four sets of wide eyes turned to the albino Senju.
“What!? Tobi no, you need to stay with me!!” Hashirama sobbed, tears streaming down his face shaking his little brother in his grasp back and forth.
“Anija if you do not stop right now I am going to throw up.” Tobirama grumbled, hand shooting to cover his mouth as Hashirama’s shaking soon came to a stop.
“Sorry.” Hashirama smiled sheepishly.
“Trust me I don’t want it to be this way either but I am going to most likely need Madara’s chakra every day with how this pregnancy is already going and I’m only around four months as it is now.” Tobirama sighed out.
“Why do you need Madara’s chakra specifically? Won’t any Uchiha’s chakra do?” Hikaku asked.
“No.” Tobirama answered but didn’t elaborate further.
“Why not?” Izuna asked, eyebrows raised.
“Because the baby is Madara's,” Tobirama said, shrugging his shoulders and rolling his eyes as if it were common knowledge.
“What?!” All three Uchiha yelled.
“The baby I’m carrying, the father is Madara, come and put your chakra in me and see that what I say is the truth.”
All three Uchiha came closer to the White demon and placed their hands on his abdomen, pushing chakra within him and sensing the baby’s chakra signature. After a moment two gasps were let out, the Senju wasn’t lying, the baby inside him was Madara’s, it was his soon to be son or daughter, his heir.
Suddenly a splash was heard, all eyes turned to see Madara had fainted into the Naka river, Hashirama rushing over to pick his best friend up out of the water and place him on the ground.
Izuna and Tobirama both let out a laugh at both of their brothers' expenses as they watched Hashirama try to almost give Madara mouth to mouth only to be slugged in the face as the other came too.
“This kid is in for one hell of a ride I guess.” Izuna laughed.
“Yeah… I guess they are.” Tobirama sighed, hand once again finding its way to rest on his small baby bump.
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TBC?