The end. Or is it?
Izuna couldn’t concentrate on the papers in front of him. He was too busy gawking at Tobirama. The normally serious man was suddenly doing everything that he had lectured Izuna about doing. Slouching, tapping his pen, fidgeting, and the man even had a separate piece of paper that he doodled on.
The Uchiha was about to give up on the day and just go home when he noticed something. “Senju! Why isn’t the floor wet?”
Tobirama paused, looked up and blinked at Izuna. Cocking his head he asked, “What are you talking about?”
“You made it rain in the office! Why isn’t the floor wet from that?”
Bouncing in his seat a bit and grinning, Tobirama answered, “When the water was about to hit the floor, I evaporated the drops and reincorporated them into the cloud, where they’d reform back into rain drops again.”
“That seems like an extreme amount of effort, but,” here Izuna threw his hands up in the air, “why isn’t the floor wet?!?”
He hunched into his chair and said in a low voice, “If I caused any water damage, Mito would be angry with me.”
“She’s not even here!”
“She would know.”
Absolutely frustrated with everything that had happened today, Izuna shrieked, “WHY AREN’T YOU ACTING MORE LIKE YOURSELF?” He paused. That sounded really familiar. It mirrored something he had told the Senju yesterday. “Are you kidding me! THAT’s what this is about?!? And to think I was actually worried about this!” He flailed around the office, screeching out a string of rather creative expletives, culminating in what Madara affectionately called his ‘teakettle noise.’
Once he finished, he looked over at the subject of his ire, only to notice that Tobirama was totally ignoring him, concentrated on his paperwork and still acting like he had been before they started talking.
Nope. Izuna was out. Done. Who cares if work still needed to be done.
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After the weirdest (and productive) meeting with Hashirama, Madara suggested a quick spar would be perfect before lunch. Hashirama agreed quickly. (Acting like Tobirama or not does not get rid of his absolute hatred of paperwork.) While they were calmly walking towards their chosen training field, Madara noticed Touka walking towards them.
Touka paused, took one look at Hashirama’s face, promptly turned on her heal and went back the way she came from.
Once they got to the location, Madara calmly asked, “What is going on with you and your brother today?” as Hashirama was in the middle of his stretches. The man was more likely to answer things honestly if his mind was occupied with something else.
“Oh, Tobi and I were sick of people comparing us to each other.” His brain seemed to catch up with his mouth as he paled, covered his mouth with his hands, and tried to escape the field.
A very angry Madara caught him. The fight resulted in a couple C rank missions to clean up the mess.
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Mito glided into the weekly dinner. “Husband. Brother-In-Law.” That tone was not a good sign. Then the fan came out. “I hear you had an interesting day while I was away. Please explain your actions.”
“My darling, my dearest, beautiful flower-”
“Husband. Less flattery, more story if you please.”
“Aneue, there were absolutely no damages and paperwork was completed, with exception of Izuna, who was being a dramatic twit.”
“While that is nice to know, it also does not inform me on what happened.”
“We only did what they told us to do.”
“Husband.”
“What? They told us, ‘be like your brother’ so that’s what we did!”
“And you could not wait a week so I could see this spectacle? I had to hear about it from gossip!”
“If you had been there, Anija would have ruined it.”
“Hey! I would not!”
“Prove me wrong. Act like me in front of your wife.”
“Brother-in-law. One should not ask for the impossible.”
“RUDE!”
“But your explanation is accepted. However, have you thought about continuing what you did?”
“What do you mean Aneue?”
With a mild smile that was simultaneously gentle and terrifying, Mito explained her plan.
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Sarutobi Sasuke glared at the men in front of him. “This is a total disgrace! This mission paperwork should have been completed two days ago! Why you were voted in as Hokage is beyond me!”
The entire cafeteria was watching the drama unfolding at the table housing the Hokage and his family.
“Why can’t you be more”
Shit! NO. Not again.
“like”
No less than ten shinobi stood up from their seats.
“your”
They rushed towards the angry clan head.
“Brother!” Too late, many hands slapped themselves over Sasuke’s mouth.
The two Senju brothers visibly switched their posture. Madara and Izuna twitched. They were exposed to this nonsense more than any other, as they worked with the brothers.
“I’m going to kill you and no one here will stop me.” Madara hissed at the confused man his hand was still on.
No matter if the words were aimed at them or not, if anything resembling that phrase was used in their presence, the Senju would do what they were asked.
If there is a moral to this, it would have to be: Be careful what you wish for or you just might get it.