Chapter 4
Tobirama had settled in surprisingly well, he had his own rooms in the clan heads house, including an office he converted into a small makeshift lab. Madara and Izuna had made sure settling in was as easy and comfortable for him as possible, but of course Tobirama knew it was only because he carried the future heir to the main line of the Uchiha.
The rest of the Uchiha had warmed up to Tobirama quite fast as well, women and men alike were giving him tips as they stopped him on his walks, talking to him as if he’d been there for years, and not as if he was still their enemy who killed countless members of their clan as they did his.
They’d stop him to ask how the baby was doing, if he and Madara decided on names yet, how long until the due date, but rarely did they ask how Tobirama was. He brushed it off, not letting it bother him too much. He knew it was mostly the overexcitement of another heir to the main line of Uchiha was being brought into the world, the last one most likely being Izuna over twenty-four years ago.
He was stopped again on his way back to the main house by a sweet elderly lady who sought him out to talk nearly daily.
“Oh dearie you look paler than usual, are you feeling well?” The sweet old lady asked as she placed her hands on his face. Tobirama chuckled, she reminded him of a grandma he never had.
“I’m fine granny, how’s your back been? I heard you threw it out again.” Tobirama asked, smiling as he saw the old lady huff.
“I’m fine, take a lot more to take this old coot out than a thrown out back. I should be asking you that dear, I know that babies got to be killing yours. I know my eight children did.” The elderly lady laughed loudly, patting the albino male on his shoulder lightly.
“They sit further towards my back as I did not have a uterus originally, they do cause quite the strain. What is really bothersome is the kicks to my ribs and organs, by the time they come out I swear my ribs and bladder will be bruised.” Tobirama laughed lightly, he hoped the baby would give their mama a break soon enough.
“We’ll sweetie I’ll let you get going, I know you’re headed to that appointment of yours.” The old lady smiled, patting the younger growing belly.
“Ah yes, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Tobirama smiled, walking off in the direction of the Uchiha clan house where he knew his brother would already be within the walls of the home, annoying both Uchiha brothers.
As he arrived at the house's front steps, he knew he was correct by the sounds coming from within.
“Madara!” The characteristic loud booming voice of his brother resounded throughout the house and probably the entirety of the Uchiha compound.
Tobirama sighed, pushing the door open and was met with Hashirama squeezing the daylights out of Madara and Izuna trying to beat him off of his brother with a broom.
“What in the world is going on here?” Tobirama asked the three, eyebrow raised.
“This has to be considered an assassination attempt! He nearly suffocated me and then went for Madara!” Izuna yelled, taking another swing with the broom aiming for Hashirama’s head.
“We are family now, Izuna! I don’t harm my family!” Hashirama said, throwing his head back in laughter as he kept squeezing Madara half to death.
“Anija… let go of him, all the peace negotiations will be for not if you kill the Uchiha clan head.” Tobirama bemoaned, running his fingers through his shoulder length hair, he gave up trying to cut it as it’d grow back within the week.
With that being said Hashirama immediately let go, Madara half falling to the floor as Hashirama was quite larger than him. Madara gulped in large amounts of air and Izuna went to put the broom back in the kitchen, Tobirama really couldn’t believe this was his life and soon enough another child was going to be added into the mix.
“I’m here now Anija, let’s move this into the exam room we’ve constructed. Let’s get this over with.” Tobirama said as he rolled his eyes, hand going to his back as he led the way to the room, soon followed by Hashirama and both Uchiha brothers.
“Alright get on the bed Tobi, we can get this over with quickly.” Hashirama said, smile as big as always. Tobirama hauls himself onto the bed, refusing help from either Madara or Hashirama. Laying back Tobirama waits for Hashirama to begin his examination.
As they wait for Hashirama to set up, Madara takes a seat in the chair next to him and places his hand on one of the albino man’s thighs giving it a comforting squeeze. Izuna stands awkwardly watching in the corner, even though Tobirama had told him he could come closer during the exams.
“Today we can try something new! I learned a new medical jutsu from the elder healers in the clan to where you can see the baby!” Hashirama explained excitedly, he asked Tobirama to roll his shirt up, hands flashing into a few signs and then suddenly a floating thing that looked like moving paper of sorts appeared.
Hashirama’s hands glowed green as he moved them around Tobirama, checking his vitals and health before moving their way to his little brother's protruding abdomen. When his glowing hands made their way to the swollen belly, there was a collective gasp from nearly everyone in the room.
There on the paper-like screen was a baby, their baby. You could make out the baby’s body, a head, legs, arms and a body. Tobirama knew he was pregnant, but it didn’t truly feel real until that moment when he could see his baby.
“Tobi I know you have trouble seeing things at times so I can make a kind of mold of them from what I’m sensing and copy it with the mokuton so you can feel their features.” Hashirama said fondly.
With Tobirama’s albinism it was difficult at times, he sometimes couldn’t leave the house without herbs and other things to protect him from the sun, as his skin was delicate. His eyes were ever sensitive to the sun and light in general, as well as he could only see the world in a blur of sorts, sensing helped him be able to see better but he’d never have vision as great as the rest of his clan.
“Really?” Tobirama asked, eyes watering slightly.
“Yes, let me just.” Hashirama smiled, looking at his brother fondly. He took the information he gathered from examining the baby, feeling the dimensions and angles of the baby's features, creating an exact replica as he did so with his mokuton.
When he was done making the replica he slowly placed it into Tobirama’s hands, Tobirama’s breath hitched as he felt over the features of his baby being able to feel in depth and be able to fully see his baby himself. He smiled, eyes shining brightly with tears that were threatening to fall.
“Thank you Anija.” Tobirama said, leaning up to embrace his elder brother.
“Of course otouto. Anything for my baby brother.” Hashirama said, rubbing his hand up and down on Tobirama’s back. They broke apart soon after Tobirama wiped his eyes, he wasn’t going to cry especially in front of Izuna.
Hashirama smiled, turning to the screen to explain to the Uchiha brothers about the baby and to explain to everyone the results of the examination.
“Tobirama is healthy as ever, my niece or nephew is a healthy little thing, they are healthy in weight, and length. They are about 12 inches long and weigh in at 2 pounds as of now!” Hashirama said, clearly happy about how healthy his soon to be niece or nephew is.
“Everything seems to be going well, and advancing as any normal pregnancy would. No complications or worries as of yet!” Hashirama said, hands clapping together loudly as he smiled at the way Madara was examining the 3D replica of his and Tobirama’s baby, running his finger along the baby’s features.
Suddenly the silence was broken by none other than Izuna.
“The baby seems
“Wait… do we know how the baby is going to come out?” Izuna asked, as Hashirama finished up the 6 month examination on his little brother.
“Well there are really only two ways, one Tobirama isn’t too fond of…” Hashirama said, as he sat back and let Tobirama pull his shirt down from where his abdomen with his ever growing baby bump was situated.
“And they are?” Madara asked, looking between the two Senju brothers. They hadn’t discussed how the baby was to arrive, being that Tobirama was originally a biological male without a birth canal or ability to naturally deliver a baby.
“Option one is that I perform a surgery here within the Uchiha compound when the baby is due, making an incision into Tobirama’s abdomen to bring out the baby. Then healing him immediately thereafter, if we go this route I’ll need the best of the Uchiha healers, along with a few from the Senju to aid me.” Hashirama said, with a serious look on his face while Tobirama rolled his eyes, his brother always had a flare to make things dramatic.
“And the other?” Madara asked, now looking worriedly at Tobirama. With surgery came great risks, including death.
Although they were at war and were still in the healing process of making peace and trying to amend generations of wrong doings, Madara would never wish the mother of his children dead,
Senju or not.
“Option two is Tobirama takes up the form of a woman via the jutsu I created when I was younger as a joke.” Hashirama said sheepishly.
“What kind of Jutsu?” Izuna asked, a poof was heard and smoke appeared surrounding the Senju clan head.
“This one” Hashirama spoke, as the smoke cleared there stood a very nude female Senju Hashirama.
Incoherent screeching was heard between the two Uchiha brothers as the states in shock as Hashirama untransformed from his female form.
“It will create a birthing canal as well as a vagina for the user, if I were to adjust the jutsu slightly. with a few minor adjustments it won’t just be a henge anymore, but a fully functional jutsu.” Hashirama explained to the two stunned Uchiha brothers.
“Which option is the safest?” Madara asked, eyes worryingly working their way up and down the albino Senju.
“Option two is probably the safest option I can recommend, as it will give him the right means to give birth with far less complicated outcomes.” Hashirama started, demonstrating on a piece of paper he had started to draw on, he continued.
“Tobi won’t have to take up the jutsu until the second to last month of pregnancy, he can make adjustments to the forms outward appearance how he sees fit, but it probably would be best as he can give birth naturally without the aid or surgical procedures…” Hashirama took a break from explaining to take a deep breath in, hands slightly shaking.
“It also would not fare well if he were to go into labor and I could not make it in time to assist, the surgery can be done by less skilled individuals, but it would make the process a lot harder on Tobirama and the baby inside him if I’m not there. I’d rather not leave the lives of my last brother and niece or nephew to anyone but myself” Hashirama said, clearly firm about his stance on what should be done.
“Then it’s obvious isn’t it? We should do the one that puts Tobirama and the baby in the best position to deliver safely and effectively.” Izuna said, in a sarcastic voice, obviously the safest option was the best option.
“That’s what I thought! But Tobi didn’t like it.” Hashirama yelled, hands flying in the air flailing around.
Madara and Izuna looked at Tobirama in shock, they had figured he was against the surgical procedure. Especially factoring in the fact that Hashirama ametsuru forbid might not make it in time.
“What why!?” Madara and Izuna shouted almost simultaneously.
“It is impossible to guarantee a safe birth, my mother died after our last brother was born due to complications from natural childbirth, as I see it both have risks in themselves. But one will take away my body as I know it and place me into a body that is not of my own.” Tobirama sighed, rolling his eyes already exhausted with the conversation.
“So just because you’ll lose your dick you’re gonna risk your life?! ” Izuna asked, more yelling than asking.
“Yell about it a little louder I don’t think your elders heard yet.” Tobirama groaned, rubbing in between his eyes feeling a headache coming on and as long as he was pregnant he couldn’t use herbs to brew anything to help with the headaches or pains.
“It’s not just because of that, I was with our mother when she went into labor with Itama… and I was glad I’d never have to experience that pain she did, even though I am a shinobi and have experienced ample amounts of pain, from what I’ve seen and heard it fails in comparison to that of childbirth.” Tobirama continued, playing with the fur around his shoulders as a comfort measure.
“Ah” both Hashirama and Izuna let out, finally understanding what it was about. The great Tobirama Senju was scared of the pain he was going to have to experience to bring his child into the world.
“Could you two give us a moment alone?” Madara asked, hand still on Tobirama’s thigh were it hadn’t left since the beginning of the appointment with Hashirama.
Izuna and Hashirama got the hint, nodding and making their way out of the Uchiha main houses living area into the back garden, when Izuna was now showing Hashirama the koi pond.
“Well… what are you going to tell me I’m wrong? That I should be doing what Hashirama suggested?” Tobirama grumbled, crossing his arms and staring into the obsidian eyes of the other man.
“No, if the surgery is what you want to do, that's what we’ll do. Although I do think you should think about it more extensively.” Madara said, smiling at the albino man above him before continuing.
“You still have two months to decide what will be best for you and our baby Tobirama, I’m not going to force you to do one or the other. Whatever you decide in the end I’ll go along with it, but I want our son or daughter to have two parents, whatever you decide is the safest course of action. I won't object even if I don’t like it. You’re the one having to have all these changes suddenly. I want you to be comfortable in any and every way possible.” Madara finished, squeezing the younger man’s thigh and looking into his ruby eyes only to find they were filled with an ocean of tears.
“What, what’s wrong!?” Madara asked, worried, shooting up from where he sat next to the man rushing over to the makeshift hospital bed they made for these little monthly appointments. He wiped away Tobirama’s tears and held his face gently so the other man had to look into his eyes.
“Tobirama, what's the matter?” Madara asked, eyes never leaving the albinos.
“I feel selfish for not wanting to do it the easiest way, am I a bad parent because of my decision? Because I’m putting our baby and myself at risk just because I’m scared?” Tobirama asked, red rimmed eyes still overflowing with tears.
“If so I’m no better than our fathers were, am I? sending us off into battle before we could barely grasp what we were doing, putting us all at risk, it’s the same is it not?” Tobirama sobbed, head leaning forward to rest against Madara’s chest, hormones clearly altering the normally stoic man’s mood.
“Don’t even think like that!” Madara bellowed out, anger clearly in his voice. Startling Tobirama off his chest to look up at the raven haired man.
“Do not compare yourself to our fathers!” Madara growled out before continuing.
“You've decided to keep our baby, even though you couldn’t get rid of them you could have just said you’d hand them over to me or to an orphanage here. You want to protect them and give them the lives we never got to have when we were younger. You want to raise them in peace… as do I.” Madara said, caressing the side of the albino's face, continuing.
“A mother who didn’t care about their kids wouldn’t be so distressed about making a decision about birthing, you wouldn’t feel like you do Tobirama… you wouldn’t feel so strongly about our child and their wellbeing if you were like our fathers. Don’t ever compare you or us to them, we’d never endanger our child like they did.” Madara finished, bringing the white haired man into a strong hug allowing for the tears to finish flowing.
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A little over a week has passed since the appointment and conversation between the two of them. Within the last week Tobirama had thought hard and long about what decision he should truly make on childbirth.
He was scared of the pain, seeing his mother go into labor nearly scarred him for life. He had originally planned to not father any children never wanting to have to burden another with the pain of childbirth, but now with him being the one to have to give birth he was terrified.
He knows he has to choose before he reaches his eighth month of pregnancy so Hashirama can work on helping him modify the jutsu.
While walking around the Uchiha compound for his daily walk to not stay cooped up in the main house he overheard a conversation between two women which is what ultimately changed his mind.
“Ahh Fumiko, she’s beautiful. How was the labor this time around?” A brown haired Uchiha woman who was clearly pregnant herself asked the other, tilting her head to look at the newborn baby that was wrapped in navy silk, small tufts of midnight hair stuck out of the bundle.
“It was tough but not as tough as my son’s birth was. But once they are out into the world kicking and screaming, you feel the greatest accomplishment that you brought them into the world. Once they are laid onto your chest after birth it’s like nothing existed before them.” The woman with black hair said, smiling to the other, as she gently rocked the baby as she started to whine.
“I do feel bad for those who get to miss out on actual childbirth… of course it doesn’t make anyone less of a mother or parent by having to go the other route, but it’s just something about knowing you brought that little screaming ball of life into the world by your own means.” Fumiko finished, the brown haired woman smiling and nodding along, she understood exactly what she meant.
Both the women soon wandered off to somewhere else within the Uchiha compound, leaving Tobirama alone to sit with his thoughts as he gently rubbed his stomach where the baby was currently kicking.
“Oh dear… what to do.” Tobirama sighed out as he continued to rub his belly.
When Tobirama came home later than usual that day both Madara and Izuna raised an eyebrow at the flustered albino as he took a seat in between the both of them at the dinner table digging into the dinner before him angrily taking bites, teeth scraping metal.
“What’s got your panties in a twist princess?” Izuna joked as he took a bite of his own food.
“I’ve decided I’m going to do the jutsu for the birth…” Tobirama said nonchalantly, as if it were common knowledge already taking another bite of his own food.
Choking sounds resounded all throughout the kitchen that night, soon followed by yelling and flailing from both Uchiha brothers.
TBC?