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why have one when you can have fun (Senju Tobirama/Reader)

Summary: Tobirama knows that your frequent visitations has more than one meaning, and of course, your words exchanged with his own leads to another, and another Tobirama...and more.

Content: Smut, MMF, shadow clone smut

Word Count: 4k

Commissioned by @celestialsweettea

Posted on AO3: why have one when you can fun

Part One: two's not enough, baby

Tobirama knows his wife is up to something, when you keep coming by the Hokage office for the previous couple hours, bringing him lunch and other random objects from his home office that he did not need, with the most eye-catching and jaw-dropping outfit that you definitely should not be wearing outside of the house. Tobirama seethes under his breath, and while he definitely does not mind the very deep plunge of the front of your kimono that reveals your supple breasts, or the high slit of your skirt that reveals your legs that he has put over his shoulder countless of times, he definitely does not want to see you flaunt yourself around with outfits only meant for his eyes, nor let a layperson set eyes on you. So Tobirama keeps his lips pressed in a tight line, and he keeps mum, trying to diligently focus on his work, speeding and skimming through paragraphs that he has no idea how he had dealt with before. At this point of his day, he is ready to come home and push you into your shared bed with him, and make you sing in pleasure and supplication.

He tugs down at his hakama, trying to settle the growing frustration that it hides, especially now that there are a couple jounins in the room, reporting to him about their missions. His shoulders tense, expecting you to slide into the room, with another outfit he would rather see in the confines of your marital bed, but he relaxes once the jounins filter out through the door, one by one. Perhaps, you decided not to be a tease today.

However, you never do what Tobirama wishes, and today is definitely not going to be that day.

“M-my lady!” The last jounin exclaims as he opens the door to exit.

Tobirama draws a quiet breath, preparing himself. He glances at the flustered jounin who is averting his gaze, and glares at him to make haste, at which the jounin gulps and runs out of the office, lest he receives the wrath of the Nidaime.

Tobirama pushes all the paperwork he supposes are done with, and he slowly lifts his eyes from his desk and towards you.

You are smirking at him, and your hands fold underneath your breasts. You transfer your weight to your left hip, accentuating your figure further. Your kimono is loose, with the collar exposing the expanse of your neck, and Tobirama stares at it for a moment, before turning his gaze to meet your eyes.

“If it’s another book or random object from the house you have brought, save it,” Tobirama slowly warns.

You laugh lightly, and walk towards his desk. You sit on the edge of his desk right beside him, and you lean backwards, with your hands flattened against the desk. Then, you lift a leg back, exposing your thigh.

“I was just about to bring a couple problems with you, my lord, some that you may be able to fix if you act on it now,” you bite your lip coyly.

Tobirama leans back coolly on his chair, and places his arms on the armrests. “And pray tell, what could these problems be, wife?”

“You rarely have fun with me anymore, Tobirama,” you lean forward this time, and Tobirama gets a glimpse of even more of your cleavage. “You’ve been so busy being the Hokage all this time, I am feeling a little neglected.”

You bite your lip, but the glint in your eyes does not show any remote shame. “And besides, don't you think you deserve a little break?”

Tobirama sighs, and he calms the blood that is pumping towards his groin. He has a feeling he is going to regret asking this of you, but he gives in as he can never really say no to you. You have a way of setting his inhibitions loose. Besides, you do not really ask much of him. “And whatever can I do to make it up?”

Your lips curve upward mischievously. “I was thinking that maybe you can divide and conquer, love. Delegate, if you will.”

Tobirama raises an eyebrow at this.

“Perhaps, we can revisit utilizing that shadow clone technique of yours,” you prompt.

Tobirama immediately feels a blush creeping up his neck. His mind flashes back to the last time that he and his shadow clones had his way with you, and the way you enjoyed yourself thoroughly. His skin suddenly feels warm at the thought of the shadow clones’ orgasms adding an intense heat to his own.

“And maybe you can just send one of you anyway to do the job, and keep me company as my husband,” you suggest, and this time, it earns a glare from Tobirama.

Tobirama’s neck snaps up so quickly to meet your eyes, unable to stop the betrayal and the disbelief from spreading across his face. “That is absurd, I am your husband.”

Your leg starts to slide up and down against the side of his own, and it sends a pleasant shiver through his spine. He puts a hand on your knee and he presses your leg away, and then, he abruptly stands, sliding his arm around your waist.

The light in your eyes glows playfully, and Tobirama leans forward. “I am at work,” he murmurs.

A hand travels down this torso, then suddenly, two hands grip the belt of his hakama and you pull him towards you.

“At work, you say?” You peer up at him, your breath on his skin like a spark to an astute match.

Tobirama feels a powerful aura near the Hokage office, and he knows without a doubt that his elder brother is about to enter. He panics for a split second, especially more aware of the hardening of his cock, it threatens to pitch a tent against his hakama.

His arm slips away from your waist, and then he quickly disperses another shadow clone in place of his to deal with his brother, and without another word and a knowing smirk growing across your lips, he bends down to carry you over his arms, and he uses his Flying Raijin Jutsu to teleport the two of you into your bedroom.

You feel yourself being flattened against the bed, and Tobirama’s hot mouth against your neck, licking and sucking the side of your throat, pressing kisses on your jaw, the space between your collarbones, and then his hands framing your breasts together as he plants even more kisses across your chest. His teeth graze the slope of your breasts, and his hands pull apart your kimono hastily, eager to drink the sight of you.

When he gazes upwards at you, you note the way his red eyes darken to dying embers, sending an excitable spark at the base of your skull, and it makes the very pit of your abdomen warm from arousal.

“You like what you see?” You ask coyly, and your hands reach down to stroke his hips. Then you part your legs, completely pulling what else remains to keep your kimono together.

Tobirama licks a stripe from your abdomen and up to your sternum. “I love what I see, and I see what I love,” he intones, his voice slightly deeper now. He undoes the tie of his belt, and he shrugs off his yukata.

Your eyes move to roam hungrily across the expanse of his bare chest, the defined muscles of his shoulders, arms, and his very toned abdomen, marked by hard lines that converge downwards towards his hardening cock.

His reply moves your hips to arch towards him, creating a pocket of air underneath the base of your spine and the bed. His body covers your own and presses against your skin flush, and you grind against him as his lips devour yours, his tongue nudging yours, then the roof of your tongue. You suck at his lips, your hands tangle inside his hair, and your thighs rub against the sides of his torso, and then you are kicking his loose pants away from his waist. He kisses you breathless, his hands wander down, and gathers your knees towards your chest.

You have a feeling that Tobirama is excited now. His eyes are wide, and his pupils are blown, and it feels like you have set a beast free from the cages of his self-imposed sternness. Tobirama takes a ragged breath in, and he dives into another kiss, his mouth hungry and desperate, loving and wild at the same time. You continue to grind against him, aiming to slowly press your aching clitoris against his concealed cock, and the action makes you close your eyes and see dots of light in your dark vision. Your breaths begin to quicken, as Tobirama moves against you, hips rocking, hands cupping your ass, kneading them as if the last vestige of his self-control rests there. You moan into his mouth as two fingers slip down to press against your growing wetness, and you hook a leg over his waist, wanting him to delve into your folds even more, for his fingers to drag against the inside of your walls, but Tobirama pulls away, having other ideas.

“Did you really think wearing these clothes around the village and the office for others to notice would go unaddressed by me?” Tobirama murmurs, the same two fingers parting your lips apart and tickling the roof of your mouth. “Whatever did you hope to gain from this?”

“That you fuck the living daylights out of me?” You reply crudely after unsheathing his fingers from your mouth, with your tongue dragging against the line separating them.

You see Tobirama resist rolling his eyes at you.

“You really do act as if I deprive you of your needs,” Tobirama says, and then you see a dangerous smirk teasing his lips. “Perhaps, we ought to change that today.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you muse, your gaze flitting from his eyes, to his tall, strong nose, and then his parted lips. “Maybe instead of talking, you can make that mouth useful and show me what you mean.”

Tobirama unapologetically takes his hand and places it at your nape, gathers your hair, and tugs lightly at the roots. “Oh, I aim to.”

He tugs again, and you grind against him, watching as his eyes darken deeper with lust. Your heartbeat hastens in anticipation.

Tobirama stares at you as he rears back, and kicks off the last piece of his clothing. His cock comes alive, and your eyes are immediately drawn towards the way it stands up proudly, the flesh pink and fully engorged. A hard vein lines the underside of his cock, and you bite your lip to suppress a moan, and possibly, from sitting up and taking him on completely by your mouth and ravishing him until he is gasping for breath and moaning with his head thrown up to the sky. That image further makes your clit throb, and instead, you lick your lips slowly, and reach up to scratch your nails against the side of his rib, and then towards the dip of his hip.

Tobirama unleashes another shadow clone, another him that has an undeniable erection hitting the base of his abdomen. He pulls you towards the edge of the bed, just as his clone moves to settle above your head. The clone above your head sits you up so that you are pressing your back against his chest. You adjust your legs quickly so that you are in a kneeling position, almost as if Tobirama has planned to have you on your knees in supplication, in regret, for the way you dressed so beguilingly around him. You let a hand wander behind you, and you tug at the clone’s hard cock, your thumb pressing against the wet slit of his head, and then you adjust yourself upwards so that you are pressing your ass against his dick.

Tobirama stands in front of you, observing you. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” you whisper and let out a sigh, as the clone’s cock wanders in between your legs, brushing against the slickness of your entrance. One of your hands flies to the clone’s waist as he continues to rub against the folds of your pussy. You lean your head back, each movement heightening with every pass of the cock in between your legs.

You peer underneath your half-closed lids, watching Tobirama and the way he neglects his throbbing cock, waiting patiently—disciplined like the warrior that he is. Finally, The clone’s cock presses hotly against your entrance, the head pushing through and making you quiver from the way it easily slides inside, the drag making your walls constrict. The flesh inside you feels heavy as it spreads you out, and the sensitiveness makes you wonder where you begin and where the clone ends. The clone drags its cock in and out, inciting a low and drunk-like moan through your lips.

You hear Tobirama exhale harshly in front of you, and you see his cock twitch with want.

“Lay down, both of you,” Tobirama commands, and your walls clench against his clone’s dick at the sound of his voice. Your insides feel full, but you keep wanting, craving more of Tobirama at each passing second.

The clone underneath you lets out a low moan as he lowers the two of you on his back. Your legs spread open, and you start to move against the clone from above, slowly grinding your hips as your ass meets the base of his cock. Then, Tobirama grabs your hips to still you, as if to tell you to behave, then he lowers down to place his lips against your clit, and you press your lips together as his tongue pads against the aching mound that is begging for his attention. You throw your head back, as the clone’s cock pierces into you, his hips snapping up every time Tobirama grinds his own tongue against your clit. Tobirama sucks your clit in intervals with each grind of his tongue, and the sensation makes you shiver and gasp. You feel yourself becoming slicker and slicker inside, and you can only brace yourself as Tobirama adds more pressure to your clit. Your hips disobey Tobirama’s hands and you begin to grind down against the clone, chasing and wanting to reach the edge of your pleasure, but Tobirama continues to lap against your pussy, his powerful tongue sending tendrils of electricity through your spine and to the rest of your body.

Your moans come unvarnished, raw, and so labored with lust, you feel the clone’s orgasm explode inside of you, and as he pops out of your entrance, you glance Tobirama tasting his own clone’s cum from your entrance, and eventually, surprising you as Tobirama takes his clone into his own mouth.

The sight makes you feel feverish, and you feel yourself clench inside with even more want. Tobirama’s eyes meet you as his tongue flicks up against the clone’s dick, and he disperses the clone.

Your husband lets out a sharp gasp, and his body turns pink as he feels his clone’s climax slowly building on to his own.

“Be careful what you wish for, wife,” Tobirama utters and he brings his hands together to make another shadow clone.

Suddenly, Tobirama grasps your hips, and turns you to your stomach, and then pulls you towards him. You get the sense of the clone moving behind you, and you hear him moan as he pushes into your entrance once more.

“Fuck,” the clone gasps. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You lower yourself into your elbows, and the clone begins to slam harder and deeper inside you. This rips a scream that comes from the back of your throat, the sound of it high-pitched and ragged.

Suddenly, the shadow clone stills, and you glance back as Tobirama himself teases his own cock against his clone’s ass. The sight almost enrages you, and you feel a possessiveness you have not felt in the previous time that Tobirama used his clones to bring you to the brink of your delicious unconsciousness. He has never done this before, but now he has proven you wrong—Tobirama is aiming to ensure that you have your fill, and that he shows you that he can be fun as well.

Two can play at that game.

You narrow your eyes as the clone shakes, inside and over your body, as Tobirama sheathes himself in, well, himself. The clone moans loudly, his voice thready, and it transforms into a whine that you find sweet and delicious, and it makes you want to ruin the clone and Tobirama, to make them come so hard that Tobirama relinquishes every last bit of his inhibition.

You shift your weight to your hands, and you slam down into the clone, sheathing yourself against him fully to the hilt. The clone gasps, his eyes closing from the sensation of his cock inside you, and from the burning and intoxicating way that his original is ripping through him, tearing him open in such an agonizing way that it feels both suffocating and like he is falling into an abyss with each time you slam against him and clench your walls against his appendage.

The clone is crying out in a melodious moan, and you hear Tobirama rut against himself, his low growls making you feel more alive.

You begin to find a rhythm, each push and pull stinging and burning underneath your lids, making you see stars. Your hair is pulled back, and you cry out, wanton and in so much heady need, rapturous and intense, and you feel yourself being stretched out like a taut strand ready to break with so much of a tug. An impossible heat strikes you below your belly like lightning, and you come with an unvarnished keening moan, and you collapse onto your arms. Sweat runs from your forehead and down your chest.

The clone’s moans begin to hit a higher note, and he plunges himself back into Tobirama, meeting his thrusts violently, and keeping his own cock buried in your pussy, grinding and riding the tails of your last orgasm. You close your eyes, feeling your own blood roaring in your ears, and pumping at your temples from the sweet adrenaline that Tobirama is granting you. Your body trembles without your say, and your legs shake from the angle that you are on.

Suddenly, Tobirama’s clone climaxes, and lets out desperate moans as he bursts his seed into you. You try to catch your breath, but Tobirama wastes no time, as he flips you on your back, and is now aligning his length against your entrance, and pushing your legs towards your head.

Tobirama looks ruined, his breath coming out hard and heavy, his chest heaving with breathlessness, and his neck red from the clone’s previous orgasm. He groans as he sheathes himself into you, claiming you once and for all, like he has aimed to do so in the very beginning. Your breaths turn into moans, and your hands claw at Tobirama’s shoulders. He sets your legs free, and you hook them over his lower back, and Tobirama sets an erratic pace with his hips, that each time he pulls out and impales you repeatedly, you feel yourself being split open by his cock, like you are cut anew each time he delves into you.

“Tell me what you really want,” Tobirama growls near your ear.

Your walls clench against him tighter, and Tobirama’s body adapts even more to yours, his torso curling over you as his hips begin to rock against yours rapaciously.

“Fuck,” you cry out, and you shut your eyes from the intrusion and the next cliff you are about to dive from without control. “I want you! Ah-! I want you!”

Tobirama changes his pace into an agonizing and tedious one, and you groan from frustration. There is light threatening to disperse from the back of your eyeballs, but it is snuffed out by Tobirama’s slow grind inside you. With his cock making you whole and his low, velvet baritone voice caressing your ear, you let yourself open wider to receive him.

“And have I not given you every need to satiate you?”

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders again, and you buck up wildly, trying and failing to set the pace that will surely send you unconscious from the pleasure.

“And what could my shadow clones possibly achieve when I could do so much more?” Tobirama suddenly lifts your hips up with both hands and slams you against him.

You gasp as he finds a spot that lights up your nerves all around. You see the haughty smirk on Tobirama’s face, and when you clench around him again, it is wiped off and is replaced by a wild look in his eyes, like a raging fire that he is keeping at bay.

You want to feel more of him, for him to keep on burying himself so that you can mold your insides to his likeness. You grind against him at your own pace—unashamed and with abandon—while Tobirama is rutting into you deeply. His mouth finds your breasts as he bends over you and begins to ram you like he is stuffing you into the mattress.

“Tobirama, yes, please, more!” You plead, urging Tobirama to batter himself into your mercilessly.

He acquiesces, and this time, you cry out with the effect of mescaline surging through your blood vessels—you feel delirious as if your soul floated away from your body and is slammed back just in time as Tobirama comes with a heady moan, it makes you shake underneath his hold.

Tobirama keeps thrusting for a couple more times, riding his own high, his eyes closed in pleasure and his mouth parted in reverie. You feel a flood burst from you, the mixed cum from you and Tobirama dripping from your pliant hole.

Your husband covers you with his own body, and your arms come up around his back. His own sweat drips to you, but at this moment, you both do not mind the contact. You can hear his heartbeat thundering from his neck, and his breaths brushing against your nape.

Tobirama pushes himself up to look at you, and then brushes his hand against your forehead to wipe away the hair and the sweat painting it.

“You are right that I have been so busy,” Tobirama whispers tenderly. “Let me make it up to you.”

You smile in bliss as you surrender your weight to Tobirama, and he uses his own arms to lift you up. You lean heavily against your husband as he pulls you off the bed, and then he transfers you into his arms, and carries you to the bathroom. Tobirama carefully sets you down to sit at the edge of the bathtub, and then he moves to draw hot water into the bath, and in no time, it fills and Tobirama is urging you to slide down.

Your limbs feel heavy and leaden with impossible weight, but you do not mind being pampered by Tobirama. You feel him slide behind you, and then he pulls you up against his chest.

Your head rests on the space between his neck and shoulder, and you turn your head slightly towards him.

“How was fucking your own self? Or better yet, feeling that you fucked yourself, too?”

Tobirama chuckles to your surprise. “It was…different. I wanted to impress you.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing out loud. “Oh, my love. Would you really do anything for me?”

Tobirama squeezes your waist. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

You feel yourself drifting to sleep, and you are vaguely aware of Tobirama moving you again, of his hands with a towel drying you and dressing you, and then tucking you back into bed where you can be comfortable.

He kisses your forehead goodbye. “Sleep well.”

You hum as he kisses your cheek this time, and you succumb to the sweet sleep that is inviting you.

END.

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touch your heart [senju tobirama/you] - chapter 12

.[Summary: Hashirama might go down as the worst matchmaker in history, but he thinks he might be on to something. Tobirama sees through his brother's schemes and is determined not to fall for it. Or fall for you.

Word Count: about 5k

AO3 LINK TO TOUCH YOUR HEART

AOR SERIES LINK TO ‘TIL DEATH DO US PART

[<<<CHAPTER ONE] [CHAPTER TWO] [CHAPTER THREE] [CHAPTER FOUR] [CHAPTER FIVE] [CHAPTER SIX] [CHAPTER SEVEN] [CHAPTER EIGHT] [CHAPTER NINE] [CHAPTER TEN] [CHAPTER ELEVEN]

Tobirama has always been a volatile man, as opposed to his almost calm demeanor—as calm as a storm is before it wreaks havoc, that is. He has a penchant for disappearing for days on end, and sometimes those disappearances lead to great discoveries, and sometimes, they bring big trouble. Like right now.

Tobirama, to put it in Hashirama’s terms, has been moping around, and in order to distract others from the fact that he is moping , Tobirama had the brilliant idea of inventing a weapon that shoots straight lightning out of its hilt. The consequences are dire, as it almost ended up singeing Tobirama’s eyebrows off. It also left several burn marks on Tobirama’s arms and hands, and Hashirama is not okay with watching Tobirama have no regard for himself.

He knows his brother is feeling guilty over what he pulled with you, and your sudden leave confused Tobirama. Hashirama thinks that maybe, just maybe, Tobirama hates your absence.

Life has been pretty quiet for Tobirama these days. In which there is one less person in his life that can only stand up and point out his mistakes. Hashirama tries to keep him busy by sending him to travel all over the country, and he was also hoping that somehow, by some serendipitous fate, Tobirama would be able to meet her.

However, she was nowhere to be found, and Tobirama does his job perfectly, albeit with a more closed off air that Hashirama has not seen him put on since they were younger.

Hashirama does not want to give his brother false hopes–not that Tobirama is eager to buy into that either. No, what Tobirama needs right now, is something he can hold on to, physically.

And so that led him to dragging Tobirama into their weapons storage past midnight.

Tobirama was murmuring under his breath grumpily, his arms crossed and eyes darting around as if he expected the shadows to jump at him, to grab him by their claws and swallow him whole.

“Ah, here it is!” Hashirama exclaimed excitedly.

Tobirama frowned, clearly displeased at being interrupted from his work to look at old Senju weapons.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” Hashirama reprimanded. “I am doing this for you.”

Tobirama rolled his eyes, but he gave Hashirama a chance. He held out his hands, and his elder brother placed a blade on his palms.

“Draw it,” Hashirama advised.

Tobirama glanced at his brother, doubtful, but he did as he said.

Tobirama stared at the steel in front of him, not sure what he was supposed to be looking at.

“What did she tell you about her family?” Hashirama inquires.

Tobirama shrugs and he sheathes the blade. “Not much. She said she had to run from them.”

“Did she tell you why?”

Tobirama shook his head no.

Hashirama stared at his brother, and he tapped a finger against the scabbard. “That blade was made by her family.”

Tobirama’s eyes widened. “What?” His breath quickened.

“And many other swords. Of course, we made most of our weapons, but we were warriors first, we had to get them somewhere,” Hashirama continued. “Her family, however, had to stop because their craft was sought after by many clans. This resulted in them being hunted so that they could steal their secrets.”

Tobirama unsheathed the sword again, and he thought about the first time she disarmed him. She seemed to know a lot about swords.

“Her family married off to merchants and other craftsmen that spread them out, but before that, they had no choice but to do whatever it took so that their women and children could not be taken away to fight or to be exploited for their craft.”

Tobirama thought about the things she told him before, like her having to run from her family because they end up killing the women and children in it. The lies she told were closer to the truth than he thought. It is just that she knew how to tell a story without revealing the whole plot.

Tobirama clutched the hilt and he pressed his lips together. He kept quiet as Hashirama led him out of the storage room, his hand gentle on his shoulder, steering him so that he does not bump into walls.

“Will you be alright, if I leave you alone?” Hashirama asked his brother.

Tobirama does not see himself letting go of the blade anytime soon. “Yes. I’m a grown man.”

Hashirama nodded. “I will talk to Mito to stop the arranged marriage dates. You should be free to choose who you want to be with. It is not like it is required of you, just because I had one.”

Tobirama glanced at his elder brother.

“You have many responsibilities, Tobirama, but one of those is not with love.”

Tobirama frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Hashirama smiled knowingly. “Oh, please. I know you, brother.”

Tobirama looked away from his brother’s gaze. “It doesn’t matter.”

“I just want you to be okay, Tobirama,” Hashirama gave his shoulder one last squeeze and left him with those words.

Hashirama peers at you and Tobirama, his eyes darting between your face and his brother. He scrutinizes the small distance between your shoulders, and the way neither of you seem to want to look each other in the eye, but there is no hint of awkwardness or any hostility between the two of you at the moment. He is relieved that the two of you made up because to be frank, he cannot stand Tobirama’s worsening irateness from the past two years. He knows his brother more than anyone else in this world, knows him like his own mind, and he knows that his brother initially liked you. For him to come to terms with that, is a different thing to Tobirama.

The Hokage sighs to himself. At least the two of you seem to be on good terms again.

“The flower festival is coming, and many visitors from outside the village are coming to participate,” Hashirama begins. “I’ll task the two of you with providing them hospitality, entertainment, and the like. They will arrive in three weeks.”

Hashirama watches the two of you nod at the same time. He smiles kindly at you.

“I heard that you are interested in being a sensei?” Hashirama inquires, suddenly changing the topic.

Tobirama narrows his eyes at him, signaling him to stop talking.

Your eyes slide to Tobirama briefly, then you direct your gaze to the Hokage. “Not really...but I’m thinking about it.”

Hashirama grins, and Tobirama glares daggers at him, willing him to be quiet. The tips of his ears are noticeably pink. Hashirama knows that this is what happens when he is embarrassed.

“That’s good,” Hashirama chirps. “You will now be working even closer with Tobirama. I think you’ll be as great as him–he does make astounding students.”

Your face falls at this, and Hashirama is suddenly mystified.

You let out a strained chuckle and your eyes go to your feet. “I don’t think it will be to that extent, but since I have a lot of free time these days, I’ll have to try something new.”

“Is that all?” Tobirama interjects, but not because he is trying to be rude or curt. Hashirama sees his eyes go to you, a hint of worry in them.

“Yes, yes,” Hashirama finally says. Maybe he said something wrong?

The two of you quickly bow and hurry out of his office, and Hashirama wonders if something is finally blossoming between the two of you.

Tobirama hates the way his eyes can’t seem to avoid tracking you. He knows that something has made you upset, but he cannot put a finger on it. He finds himself being willing to fix whatever it is that has made you upset, and he tries to pull all the stops for himself. He should not get ahead of himself. He does not know yet what you feel towards him, and if anything, he knows that it has been impossible to get along with him so he does not expect you to harbor any attachment towards him. Besides, he does not want to impose his feelings on you. He is responsible for his own heart and he will never give that burden to you.

And maybe, just maybe, given the time, these feelings will go away like a purchased item from a store with a return receipt. Better yet, maybe being around you more will make him see more of your flaws and make him realize that this has all been a long, running (and cruel) joke and that it is just an attraction to the unknown and the unfamiliar.

Of all the logic Tobirama surrounds himself in, these reasons are one of the most ridiculous ones he has ever come up with.

However, despite his many reasons, nothing stops him from calling your name in a tone he does not recognize himself.

You turn to him, eyes clearing into a more inquiring gaze.

“I have some books for you,” Tobirama says, instead of asking if you are alright. “To study.”

You frown for a second, but then your face brightens. “Oh yeah!”

Tobirama studies your face, trying to read in between your expressions, but he knows that he will find nothing, unless you give him an inch.

And you rarely ever do.

Your eyes are on him as well, and he reckons that this must be your expression when you are thinking.

“Also, about that flower festival, when will it be?” You ask him, and the two of you walk together, your steps matching in tandem.

Tobirama leads the way towards the library, where a stack of books awaits you. He spent last night and this morning picking these books and tucking in several notes for you to read. He hopes that you pay attention to them.

“About a month from now,” Tobirama replies. “It’s just a normal festival that the Yanamaka clan chooses to include the rest of the village in.”

“What do you do?”

Tobirama shrugs. “Who knows? I’ve never really been.”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. “Why not?”

“It’s not my thing,” Tobirama slowly states. He opens the doors to the library, and he steps aside to let you enter first.

“Well, then you have got to go in this one!” You smile at him. “I’ll go with you and drag your ass out if I have to.”

Tobirama shakes his head in amusement. “We’ll see.”

You shrug. “Is that a challenge?”

Tobirama rolls his eyes. “Everything is a challenge for you.”

You let out a breezy chuckle. “Well, excuse me for trying to find something to stave off boredom. Sometimes hanging out with you isn’t as fun as you’d think.”

Tobirama gives you a look and he leads you to a table and gestures at the books sitting on it. “There’s your remedy for your boredom.”

Tobirama tries not to smirk at the way your face withers at the sight of the thick books laid out before you.

“Again?” You ask him, dubiously.

“Finish them by next week,” Tobirama says. “It’s a must. There is much to know about chakra natures. The theories you’ve read last time were just the surface.”

You put a hand on one of the books, your eyes growing determined. You nod to yourself as if you are psyching yourself up. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Tobirama finds that he feels proud of you. He keeps that to himself, though.

“Right,” he almost stammers, but Tobirama is a man of composure, and he does not stammer. “Well, let’s get to planning for that festival, shall we?”

You smirk at him, and Tobirama freezes and he is caught off guard. Something about this scene is both familiar and new to him, and it is almost easy to fall back to the way the two of you used to do things.

“Just like old times,” you speak his thoughts out for him.

Tobirama nods, and his breath catches in his throat as you smile at him genuinely. “Yes,” he says, his voice stiff.

You roll your eyes at him as you pull your old chair away from the desk. “Lighten up! I won’t give you a hard time!”

Tobirama goes to his seat across from you, and he gives you an exasperated look. “Please, if I have learned anything, it is that you never make it easy for me.”

You shrug, and you fold your hands underneath your chin. “So. Any idea where to begin?”

Tobirama sighs to himself. He has never been one to attend festivals, and the fact that he has to show a bunch of people around the village and ensure that they have a grand time makes him feel weary. Hashirama is more suited to these kinds of things. Entertaining and accommodating are not his suit.

“First, we need to find a place for them to stay at, and make sure that we can cater for their meals, and whatnot,” Tobirama starts off, his mind already racing to come up with a plan. There are several places opening up in Konoha that can house many people and also provide relaxing baths and excellent food.

However, you interrupt his running thoughts.

“How about the mansion?” You suggest.

Tobirama’s eyes snap to you. “Here?”

You shrug. “It’s a huge place to keep them all inside. The location’s practical. The courtyard below is empty and the space is enough to gather many people. We can have the festival in this area too, so that everyone does not have to travel around, if that is not too much trouble for the Yanamaka clan.”

Tobirama blinks. It does make sense.

“And you know, they’re coming from outside. It is easy to group them in one place and keep an eye on them, just in case…”

Tobirama nods, and he writes it down. “That seems plausible. We do have to get people to help us set up the beds and make this place more comfortable and neat.”

“Enlist the Genins to help, as well as your students too. That way, everyone gets to participate. We can get jounins to supervise and guard the area and all that.”

Tobirama finds it agreeable that you do not have to guess around with him and instead, spells out the direction his thoughts are taking him.

“As for entertainment…” Tobirama begins. “We should hold an event to welcome them.”

“Do we have dancers? I do remember some time ago, when you were sending me around on those crazy errands that we do have some musicians in the village.”

Tobirama rolls his eyes. “Those errands were necessary.”

“Sure,” you give him an amused look.

“I am not sure about dancers, but if there are musicians, there are bound to be some.”

“Alright, then let’s start now!” You exclaim, pushing back your chair. It squeaks against the floor in protest.

Tobirama cringes. You never lose your ability to keep him on his toes and test his levels of patience and tolerability.

Somehow, he does not find himself complaining. He is surprised that it does not bother him as much like before.

You are starting to hate the way you cannot make yourself meet his eyes for a longer period of time. Tobirama’s gaze is intense and piercing, and it never really bothered you as much before, but now, you feel like you are burning under them. If he was trying to figure you out before with his scrutinizing gazes, this time, he is peeling you layer by layer, and soon enough, he will get to the core. You are apprehensive to that thought, since Tobirama did compare you to an empty can back then. You feel more vulnerable since Tobirama seems to no longer focus on your farces. At least, having an activity to do makes you feel at ease since your thoughts are somewhere else.

Then again, you hope that Tobirama does not think of you like that anymore. A part of you wants him to seek what is underneath your mask. Maybe he may not like what he sees, but at least you’ve tried.

The two of you walk through the streets of the village, and your attention is easily caught by the little details around you, like the stall of pinwheels, colorful kites that are shaped like animals, and red and gold lanterns.

You wave at kids that happen to look at you, and you playfully glare at babies in their mothers' arms, earning a startle of a cry.

"Stop that," Tobirama reprimands.

"Heh," you sigh sheepishly. You inch closer to him, trying to gauge his reaction by the small between the two of you.

He seems to tolerate you a lot more than before. You wonder how much you can push his buttons before you can get something more from him. Just because he sees you as a student to mentor or a normal citizen to help, does not mean you have to refrain from your old antics. Besides, his company is enough.

At least by annoying him, you are able to affect him.

Tobirama glances at you as you bump your shoulder against his, and then his eyes come forward to watch his steps.

You grin at him, as the surroundings are becoming more familiar to you.

"Hey, remember this street?" You bring up mischievously.

Tobirama pauses to think, and when he comes to a revelation, a shudder seems to go through his features.

"You mean the street where you decided to put on a ridiculous show to humiliate me?"

You laugh. "It'll be funny if I pull something as ridiculous as pretending you pushed me."

Tobirama sighs, exasperated. "Please, don’t." He is practically begging.

"Come on, it will be just like old times."

Tobirama stares at you incredulously, but your eyes catch a quaint shop.

"Hey, let's check that out!"

"Wait," Tobirama blurts out but he does nothing to stop you from dragging his sleeve towards the shop.

The air inside smells of a thick, warm aroma of coffee, and you gasp as you peruse over the desserts on the menu.

"It'd be good if we can order some of these in bulk for our visitors to try," you suggest.

Tobirama raises an eyebrow in suspicion. "Not for you to binge on?" He deadpans.

You throw him a glare, but then you can't help but break into a smile. "So you've discovered my ulterior motive! Do you want a gold star to come with it?"

Tobirama rolls his eyes. "Please. Just say your order."

You look at him, puzzled. "I can pay…"

"Let me, as I will also put in an order for the said desserts for the visitors,” Tobirama coolly says, already stepping up to the counter and fishing out his pouch of money.

You grow quiet, and you step forward to his side. You suddenly feel shy. Tobirama is being nice today and you wonder if that implies something else.

Maybe he’s just actually just being nice because he is actually a nice person and is only looking out like he would look out for anyone in general.

You try not to think about it too much, so you tear yourself away after ordering and plop into an empty table to wait. From your seat, you observe Tobirama, out of mere curiosity to find something new about him and not just to make him uncomfortable. However, you find yourself admiring minute details, such as the tip of his nose and the way his lips jut out on his side profile when he slightly pouts. Your eyes unfocus towards the floor, still thinking about Tobirama’s lips when his shadow suddenly appears on your line of vision and you start, as if you are caught with your hand on the jar.

Tobirama’s eyes narrow. “Are you alright?”

You hope that your face and your neck are not turning red, because it suddenly feels very hot here. “Yes,” you say quickly.

Tobirama nods and he slides to the chair across from you. “Where are you staying?” He seems to lean forward, as if he needs that little space to hear you better.

You hum, trying to buy yourself time to answer. You cannot really lie to him anymore, because not only will he know, you also just want to start being honest with him. You do not want him to think badly of you anymore.

Normally you would not care if someone is misconstrued towards you, in fact, it’s what protects you from getting discovered—but with Tobirama, you feel at ease to share more. You want him to get to know you and see that maybe there is something else to you than an empty can. You’re not just loud.

Of all the words he has said to you, being called an empty can is what sticks out.

You shoot your shot. You are willing to let him in.

“I’m staying with Madara for now,” you reply and you watch his reaction. You know, from what Madara has told you that the two of them do not really get along. They are civil, at best.

“Oh,” Tobirama slowly says. He is expressionless.

Your order is called out and the two of you straighten up to get it.

“Let me,” Tobirama murmurs, already jumping to his feet.

You watch the back of his head as he goes get your food, and when he is turning to go back, you look away.

Once Tobirama is on his chair again, he serves you your order and you smile sheepishly at the action.

“I can help you find a new place, if you want,” Tobirama says quietly, after a moment of silence.

“Okay,” you say, because you want it.

Tobirama’s eyes are on you for a minute too long, and you try not to think about it because you are starting to feel giddy over that prospect. Maybe using up all the hours he is willing to spend with you is something you can be content with. You don’t want to encourage his image of you being just another citizen of Konoha or the proverbial empty can, but you also cannot resist the chance to be near him to learn more about him by garnering reactions from him. You bite a smile away, and turn your attention to your food.

A few days later, Tobirama is nowhere to be seen. You are beyond miffed because on top of organizing the preparations for the incoming visitors and arranging the festival with the Yanamaka clan, you are also tasked by Hashirama to keep up with his share of work. You can tell that Hashirama also knows nothing about Tobirama’s disappearance because he is a little frantic and more strict with you and tends to be more demanding with the work that is required of you. He wants it exactly the way Tobirama does his job and while you have an idea of what Tobirama does, actually doing his job is daunting. Who knew being the right-hand to the Hokage was stressful?

You try to delegate, but most of the stuff that Tobirama is entrusted with is something you just have to learn by thinking on your feet. You are not one for organization because it is easy to lose track of things, but in an environment where Hashirama is the one harping on you, the pressure springs you to action.

There are mountains of papers everywhere, some you have to read or stack on a pile. There are deliveries and visits and meetings all day, and it makes your head dizzy with all the information to report and you think you may have mixed up a thing or two, but you just have to deal at the moment until you find the free time to search for the younger Senju.

You curse Tobirama throughout the day, and the only thing keeping you going is the sweet revenge you will enact on him. A sock on the face will do him well.

You are suffering.

You are also even more annoyed at the fact that Tobirama said all these things he will help you with, but he leaves you alone to go who knows where.

As the day slows down, you start to brainstorm his whereabouts, and the worry that builds from that begins to eat at you. What if he did something as dangerous as wiping his mind again? What if Tobirama is in trouble?

The thought puts you on edge. You remember telling him that you should be there if he chooses to experiment on himself.

You are not there right now.

You are frustrated. No one has ever made you worry this much. You think you are about to be sick.

When night comes, and you have managed to make it through the day with the added responsibilities, you give Hashirama a quick bow and you bursted out running from his office. You are going to try and find him and give him a piece of your mind.

You first go through the Hokage mansion, and you find no signs of him, you comb through the training grounds, the streets of Konoha, and even had the courage to sneak into the Senju compound, looking for signs of him. You find none and your searching makes you feel like a fool.

You go back towards the Uchiha compound, ready to talk off Madara’s ear about your day, when you spot Hiruzen and Danzo walking towards you. You hurry to them, and the two visibly perk up with your presence.

“Sensei!” Hiruzen greets.

Danzo greets you enthusiastically as well.

“Have you guys seen your sensei?” You ask them, and they must have been worried about the same thing because Hiruzen’s face wrinkles with concern.

“He may be in his lab again,” Hiruzen replies solemnly.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Sometimes this happens,” Hiruzen elaborates. “It won’t take long, but when he gets busy, he tends to get really obsessive over his work or inventions...when this happens, he usually never tells anyone and then he disappears.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Not even his own brother?”

“No,” Danzo replies. “It just happens out of nowhere, without warning.”

“It’s not like him,” you state.

“Yeah…” The two boys look at each other, then at you.

“I guess I’ll go tell Lord Hokage, though he may already know by now. They’re brothers,” you say, but it is more to yourself.

You excuse yourself and you head towards the Senju compound again, but a part of you does not want to go near it. The other part wants you to go to Tobirama instead. For a moment, your feet do not move.

But your mind has made up itself.

Your steps slowly lead you towards the location of Tobirama’s lab. You have an inkling of where it is, but you actually have not been there before. One of it is underground, and the other is nearer to the Senju compound, near the forest.

However, before you can get far, a familiar silhouette is walking into your own direction, head down, and mindlessly muttering to themself.

You pause, and narrow your eyes at the sight.

It is Tobirama, but he looks disheveled. His white hair is tousled more than usual, and when he passes by under a streetlight, his eyes are frenzied by a storm and his face has shadows in it.

Instead of the worry you felt earlier, you suddenly feel anger. It is an anger that you do not feel often and so nothing stops you from going up to him and making him halt his steps.

Tobirama looks alarmed when he sees you, and it takes all of your will not to land a slap on his face.

“Where the fuck have you been?!” You exclaim.

Tobirama’s eyes are wide, and they look different. His jaw tenses, and he moves his trembling hands behind his back.

“What are you doing here?” Tobirama says in a monotonous tone.

“Looking for your ass!” You almost shout. However, instead of complaining about what you had to do today, you blurt out your worries for him. “I thought something bad had happened to you!”

Tobirama’s eyes soften slightly, but he looks away. “I’ll be fine.”

Tobirama turns to walk away, but you will not have it with him. He is not going to get away from your sight if you can help it.

You close the distance between the two of you, and you begin to weave signs. Then, you reach out to slap his wrist, and a string made from your chakra and his forms between you two.

Tobirama whirls around and he pulls his wrist back, and in turn, pulls you closer to him.

“What is this?” His tone lowers dangerously.

“You like it?” You challenge haughtily. “I made it myself. Took some time perfecting it, but your books and your lessons really helped.”

Something glimmers in Tobirama’s eyes, and you find that it is close to pride, because you see that expression on Madara’s face whenever you do something that he approves of.

You step closer to Tobirama until he is forced to meet your eyes. “You can’t undo it. Only I can.”

Tobirama narrows his eyes and tries to lean his head back. “How wise of you. Now enjoy the consequences of what you’ve done.”

You frown at him, but before you can come up with a retort, the ground lurches under you and the sky swirls in colors of brown and blue and gray. There are no more trees, no more houses surrounding you. There is no moon and its stars. You are hyper-aware of Tobirama’s presence but everything is moving too fast, and it feels like you are hurtling towards a cliff, only that cliff gets farther and farther away, delaying the inevitable with the knowledge that you’ll run out of steps. There are many voices fading in and out, and when the world settles, you lose your vision temporarily and you fall to the ground, feeling queasy.

You groan, but before you can even get back your senses, you are sent into that dizzying space again, and you close your eyes because it feels like you are about to slam into a wall any moment now.

It doesn’t feel like falling, exactly. It just makes you feel part of something bigger, like there is an infinite amount of knowledge and your brain cannot process it at a human speed.

Finally, it stops, and you manage to stay on your feet.

Tobirama tugs at your joined wrists. “Undo this.”

“No,” you tell him stubbornly. You swallow the incoming vomit from the back of your throat.

“Undo it or you will spend the rest of the night travelling like this.”

You glare at his direction because at the moment, you are seeing double. “Is this your idea of taking a lady around the village? Because you suck. No wonder no woman wants to marry you.”

You focus your vision just in time to see Tobirama scowl.

Tobirama tugs again, and it closes the distance between you two. You bump into him roughly, and the mere motion makes you want to–

You keel over and you empty your stomach, nearly missing Tobirama’s feet. Nearly. You are spot on.

“Bitch…” Tobirama hisses.

“Bastard,” you croak out.

“Not you,” Tobirama says through gritted teeth. “It feels fucking warm.”

You cringe, not liking the taste of bile in your mouth. “Uh, well. Sorry.”

Tobirama shakes his wrist to remind you, and you quickly undo the string that is attaching you to him. You glimpse his fingers slightly shaking. He hefts a sigh, and while his eyes remain dark and cloudy, there is relief on his features. Like you have broken him out of a suffocating room.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, after what seems like hours.

“Not really, you just vomited on me.”

“That is on you, my lord.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Tobirama’s face twists. “I’m going to go home.”

You turn your head away from him, the embarrassment starting to grow on you. “I’m sorry. I'm really sorry.”

“It’s...fine.”

“No, it’s not. I just threw up on you!” You want him to react some more, really let out some sort of cathartic action.

“I said, it’s fine. So it’s fine.”

“Why do you keep repeating the same words? You can tell me the truth. You can tell me you hate me too, for throwing up on you.”

Tobirama lets out a frustrated noise that is unbecoming of him. “I don’t hate you. You just...you never shut up. So just stop.”

You shoot him a glare. “I have been worrying over you all day.”

“Don’t,” Tobirama snaps. “I’m fine.”

You tighten your fists. “No, you’re not!”

Tobirama’s eyes swim, and for a moment, he looks so vulnerable that it makes your heart twist.

“Why?” Tobirama demands. His eyes watch you carefully. “Why care?”

You throw up your hands, not really sure how to answer that without revealing your secret feelings. “I don’t know! Maybe because you’re important to this village. You have a good head between your shoulders, Tobirama. Your mind is brilliant. You are needed by your brother, this village, your students...”

And I want you to be okay...I just want you....

You shake those thoughts out.

The light in Tobirama’s eyes dies, as if he is disappointed by your answer.

“I see.”

“Yeah,” you follow up awkwardly.

Tobirama turns away and this time, you let him go. Every step he takes that is away from you is like a thorn finding its home into the muscle of your heart, and it hurts to breathe and there are tears pricking your eyes. You do not really understand this feeling, just that it is unbearable and that all you want to do is go to him and make sure he is alright. Maybe liking someone also hurts this badly. You want to shout at him, and maybe that will make you feel better.

“If it’s your experiments,” you suddenly blurt out, despite the fact that you want to keep quiet. “I’ll help, okay? I told you, long ago. I’ll be there.”

Tobirama stops, and his shoulders, seemingly pulled up over him by puppet strings, lowers. “You might regret that. I’m not the most ideal companion.”

“Me neither, but we’ve made it this far.”

A sigh escapes his lips, but it sounds light-hearted. “Maybe you’re right.”

Your reply dies on your tongue, and you watch him walk away. You exhale through your nose slowly, and when you feel calm again, you start your way home.

You make a mental note to yourself to look out for Tobirama some more. Someone has to. No one else really seeks him out, except for his brother. The others seem to be hesitant to.

Your heart feels heavy as you walk home. You hope that tomorrow can be better for Tobirama.

[CHAPTER THIRTEEN >>>]

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