Ashen Waters

"Izuna, there are invitations did you-"

"Get one? Yes. Secluded to only those with one. Seals and all that jazz."

"Mito said she can't even replicate it properly. Something with a genjutsu laid in it. You think Madara-?"

"Helped with that? Yeah. He always liked privacy like that."

"But a combined wedding?"

"Not overly common amongst the Uchiha, but not unheard of."

"But why this one?"

"Most likely just to save time since it is two clan heads getting married."

"Huh?"

"Didn't you give the Senju clan head position to your brother when you took that hat?" He said pointing to the Hokage hat that Tobirama still protested the shape of. ("Why a square?" Izuna remembered the exasperated expression easily. "A circle could be thrown better in case of attack.")

"Well yeah but-"

"Then he is a clan head whether or not both clans just come to you with issues anyway."

"I know that, just, how is it a factor?"

"Uchiha have the clan head present the spouse if no parental figure is alive. Though recent years just have them pick whoever they want to walk them down. And Ichiro is our cousin so she might have just picked Madara because of that?"

"And the Swnju just have the highest ranking member of the clan. So why not me?"

"You took the hat. So T-" he swallowed hard."Touka is going to have her cousin do it."

"Izuna-"

"Shut it. I'm making my peace with it." He snarled then took a deep breath. Hashirama sighed, bringing his head to his desk with a thump.

"This was simpler when we thought they liked each other."

"Maybe we should have tried sooner." Izuna said, just as exasperated, and falling onto the chair across from Hashirama.

"How long is it again?"

"Two weeks. And since final gifts have been accepted, there is no going back."

A groan sounded from the room. From which of the two? No one knows.

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"This is the spot, right?"

"Hard to tell, i think? The trees say they saw them here-"

"Only our invitations say an hour earlier than the rest. Why do you think that is?" 

Silence.

"Hashirama?" There was a look of horror and then anger on his face before Izuna was grabbed by the brunette and then launching both into the air in a jump further into the woods, close to the Naka. Izuna's anger boiled when he realized what he saw.

Madara and Tobirama, kissing.

And no, not a friendly kiss on the cheek some clans do as a hello. No, Madara had Tobirama against a tree, kissing him within an inch of his life.

Izuna saw the branches of the tree start to bend at the two but water cut the off at every turn.

Izuna blew fire at his traitor brother. He promised not to hurt her! He promised!

But the furat was redirected easily by Madara who had now just finished kissing a dazed looking Tobirama. Both of them with red flushed cheeks.

Madara had a look of satisfaction on his face and Izuna was in his face in an instant, screaming about the betrayal of his promise.

Hashirama on the other hand was yelling at Tobirama about propriety and how dishonorable it was to kiss a man who was spoken for.

A cackling from behind them broke the tension somewhat. They two angry men turned and saw Touka half fallen against a tree and Ichiro trying to use her as support and they both laughed.

"You were right, so worth it. Every part." They messily high fived and kept laughing.

"What the fuck?" Izuna said,now thoroughly confused.

"Oh kami, you guys really thought that I-" another laugh "would ever marry Madara."

"Hey!"

"Shut it porcupine. I played along, I get to poke fun."

"So, you never…"

"Was courting him or him to me? No, no, no. Wanted to see you squirm at what you could be missing."

"So you- me-"

"Just take this and figure it out." She chucked a scroll at him, which he fumbled to catch after it bounced off his chest.

He pulled out a Kusarigama with a gasp.

"Don't look at me like that, your brother is a font of information when it comes to you. Plus, I've had that made for months."

"But the Naginata-"

"My own, refurbished from years ago. But a new one would never be turned away." Izuna could take a hint when it was served to him on a platter like that.

"But Ichiro-san, you and Tobi-"

"Just friends tree brain. Always have been."

"But you were-"

"Cuddling and spending a night on his couch? We drank too much. Friends do that, you know. I love him platonically."

"But-the gifts Touka gave you a fan Madara. I know that means something in your clan!" Hashirama said, still confused.

"You mean this old thing?" Madara questioned, pulling out said fan, whipping it open and enjoying the crisp sound of the thwack it still made after all these years.

"Hah. He said he had something that would work. Never actually saw the damn thing till now. Looks ni-" She was cut off

"Hold up. That is the same design Tobirama was drawing for the fan he wanted to get Ichiro." He pointed accusingly at the said item.

"Oh, what you saw was a copy of one of my old sketches of what Madara is holding. Make it believable." Tobirama shrugged.

"I've had this thing for years, Izu."

"But- then- huh?" Izuna's jaw was hanging slightly open, Hashirama's looking very similar, and Touka had her brows knitted in a similar fashion to Ichiro's in open confusion.

"You kept it in such nice condition. I still love the dagger you got me, Dara."

"Then you went and slapped experimental lightning seals into it."

"Like you didn't outright tell me you got it crafted with a metal from Uzushio that was made to work the best with seals."

"Semantics. You accepted it anyway."

"Oh like water and fodder rhyme so well."

"Poetry is hard!" Madara huffed. "You on the other hand-"

"Don't even start with that. I gave you a place to store it." Tobirama said, pulling up the Uchiha's sleeve and tapping the seal there. He put a little bit of chakra into it  and out popped the weapon Madara was famous for welding like an extension of his own arm, his Gunbai.

"There was and still is no possible circumstance where I find a weapon better for you than this." He said while putting said weapon on his shoulder like it was a practiced move. "And no way was I ever going to get a better version made then the one passed down to you from generations of Uchiha Clan heads."

"You are always so feisty when I bring that up." Madara smirked, taking the weapon back and resealing it.

"Oh can it. You want me to bring up-?" his mouth was covered by a hand.

"No. I do not. I- did you just lick my hand?!" Madara screeched, pulling his hand away and exposing Tobirama's smug smirk being back on his face.

"Serves you right."

"You are a menace." Madara playfully punched Tobirama, who caught his wrist and pulled him in for a chaste kiss. "You love me though." The shorter one huffing. "Yeah, yeah. Fine."

"Eh hem?!" The two jumped, forgetting completely about their audience for those moments of bickering. Both blushing at the realization.