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Headcanon for our muses - meme

(I swear if anyone had been able to hear the ungodly sound that I just made... They might want to euthanize me xD)

Kagami is born with water affinity. Which, not only rare between the Uchiha, was also a bit of a problem for them. Almost every Uchiha was born with really high Fire affinity, giving them the ability to perform highly difficult fire Jutsu and developing them as such.

Yet the curly haired Kagami wasn't such a phenomenon. Before the village was ultimately founded, he had great troubles adjusting, constantly being pushed into using fire which only burned and scarred him. Luckily, he was still very young when peace happened -- and Tobirama put together the first teams for the academy. While Tobirama's distrust towards the Uchiha was still fresh at that moment, he took to Kagami very quickly. In a way, he probably reminded him of himself when he was that age: misunderstood, rather lonely. Just that Kagami was without any family. The young boy of course didn't talk about it, but for Tobirama it wasn't difficult to find out about his parents, the horrible ambush.. the planned murdere right inside the safety of their own homes. A terrible thing to face and yet he saw how Kagami easily made friends: Torifu and Hiruzen where appointment into his team at first. Later, Danzo was put into Hiruzens position. And with each, Kagami took up on friendship quick.

Tobirama was able to see even the Uchiha from a different angle here, a tame one, a warm one. He could watch how this one tiny Uchiha was filled with so much compassion, that he could offer it to the whole village and still not run out. Even towards Tobirama. His voice was always level, respectful and polite. Kagami had no hesitations to look up at his Sensei and yet, with a guilty feeling in his heart, Tobirama always looked past him, at his forehead, at his nose or chin... But never the eyes. It was ingrained from the years of war against a clan with such a powerful bloodline. The sharingan, one of the truly powerful tools, terrifying within its own rights as it could warp the mind until nothing was left of it. But Kagami was unrelenting, growing more softer and more warmer towards Tobirama the more they trained.

Of course, he had picked up on the strong water affinity. Tobirama didn't play favourites, but he knew he needed to help him navigate the world of water. To have the young Uchiha feeling capable, seen, useful. So he often took him aside for extra training. It often was meditation by a water body, training to attune his chakra to the fluidity, the shapeless element that could fit any crack and make even stones explode from within. Kagami took to his Sensei's teaching's quickly and showed great potential.

A potential that developed so rapidly, that Tobirama decided for Kagami to be the first Shinobi trained into the newly formed ANBU. The scrawny, almost lifeless boy grew into a warrior, one that filled Tobirama with personal pride. He had a liking towards him, akin to what a father probably feels. And Kagami? Kagami would give his life for the man who showed him light in a dark world.

So I’m obv thinking about these two a lot and got to thinking what their height difference would be and!! He can easily rest his chin on top of her head!!!

Ofc she has to tilt her head back just to look at him 😂

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The Shimura Clan is a clan of finances, taxes, and money-vaults. They are burocratic, stoic, unfeeling. The clanhead, Shimura Karen, is true to her name, and minimalist too.

Tobirama discovered that her son was a sensor. The boy was wholly untrained, absolutely unequipped to deal with the intensities of the world, thus mini Danzo appeared rarely on the battlefield. He was told to do other back-up work.

After the creation of the village and academy, Tobirama scouted all mighty clans for all the best ninjas and craft (in Hashirama's words)

. "The Ultimate Perfect Team".

The plan was easy. Hashirama could be Hokage with a mediocre team, Tobirama would make an All-Star Unit with candidates who could become Hokage or would support a future (Uchiha) Hokage.

The untrained Danzo wasn't in it.

However, Tobirama couldn't ignore him.

Child!Danzo had sensor powers that made him overstimulated 24/7, so in order for Tobirama to get some (any) rest at all, he needed to at least teach this kid some basic skills to become Zen. He acknowledged that Danzo did need sensor training. The Shimura weren't going to give it, and denied anyone of lower status who offered because "my little boy danzo is perfectly fine, thank you very much."

So Tobirama pulled rank, and offered. He would only teach him one skill, no more.

Danzo latched on to Tobirama like Naruto latched onto Iruka. Finally someone understood his struggles and could teach him something! Danzo potential opened. Danzo began to learn like no child in his generation had ever learned before (save, perhaps, Kagami).

First, Danzo worked to catch up with his peers on basic skills, then, he began mimicking Tobirama in attitude, interests, facial expression. Eventually, he was aiming to make Tobirama's life easier by lightening the burden of his duties (helping the team arrive on time, packing lunches for individual memebers, reminding a slacker of what needed to be studied). He wasn't on the team, but he was 100% invested all the time. He was a child who said "I have to do my duty, mom".

Tobirama made a calculated decision, and removed the biggest slacker on his team, so Danzo could try out that spot. He put the slacker in a different team. During the trial period, Danzo made himself indespensible. Danzo never left team Tobirama.

"Either there is something unusually pressing on your mind....or you are intentionally letting me win."

She was picking up her uncle's black stones from the Go board like a crow picking at seeds in a field. Her white ones were consuming the space between them, and she couldn't remember when that had last happened.

They were in the back end of the library, searching through archives when they stumbled upon nearly forgotten knowledge on fuuinjutsu. Had it not been for Hashirama’s proposal to form an alliance with the Uzumaki Clan, these scrolls would’ve been lost to time at the bottom of the ocean along with the Land of Whirlpools. It was an exciting discovery, soon overshadowed by the moment the two were having tucked away behind the shelves. 

Clutching the scrolls to her chest, Chitose’s back meets the bookshelf ladder as the Senju looms over her with one hand braced against the shelf, the other capturing his assistant by the chin to lift her gaze. His thumb tenderly brushed over her bottom lip. 

“ Lord Senju, ” Chitose whispered, breathlessly. 

There was no denying their chemistry in the laboratory or as people, try as they did for professionalism’s sake. Tobirama, terrible at sorting his feelings, and Chitose, steadfast in her formalities, the merging of their chakras did most of the talking for them. More than enough talking because now he’s reached his limit, and she desperately wants him not to stop. 

But, but…

“ We’re not alone, ” She says, shakily. 

“  you made pancakes?  ”

"Chocolate chip pancakes with coffee and some whip cream I bought yesterday at the market." Do added to the pile in the middle of the table before placing both of their cups down, she guessed his tastes, opting for something like hers where it was more cream and sugar than actual coffee. The pan was walked back to the kitchen, getting a quick scrub down before she motioned for him to sit at the table.

"Thought I'd give you a good morning while I'm in the village." She joined him, letting her chin rest against her folded hands. "Honestly I'm surprised I could make anything at all, you hold me hostage in your sleep." She woke up in a tangle of arms and legs and that little hat thing slung half hazardly over her eyes that morning. That was- starting to become a regular occurrence when she came to the leaf, just staying over and eventually falling asleep together as the night progressed.

Chitose flinched as the cold caressed her skin. With scarred arms raised and her eyes cast downward, she complied silently with the Senju's request to tend to her wounds. They were both injured from their previous battle but faired much better than their enemies.

Tobirama is careful in slipping the top over her head and she stands before him, feeling half vulnerable in just breast bindings and blood dribbles down her side in rivulets. Though her gaze is to the ground, she feels his carmine eyes scanning over her lithe body. She can sense the stirring of his watery chakra nature, no matter how valiantly he smothers his emotions behind a blank expression.

Heat spreads to her neck and chest in the form of flushed splotches, and Chitose takes a deep breath to compose herself.

Would he believe her if she told him that she can heal herself? After all, medical-ninjutsu was her forte. Perhaps it's best not to mention that right now.

The thought is kind. His show of thoughtfulness feels out of place in their wretched predicament, but Chitose dares not spurn it as his fingers trace her wounds.

" It looks worse than it is, " She tells him, cutting through the intense silence.

She winces, a flash of pain swoops at her raw nerves.

The pure shock of the request elicited an involuntary Sharingan reaction, borderline incurring a headache in Madara. The dark of his irises blistered with color with haste, tensing all the veins encircling his sockets and forcing them to bulge from the skin. When the initial shock waned ( within a handful of seconds ) a gloved hand raised to squeeze index and thumb over his temples, releasing the tension fixed into his head.

" Itama-kun— " he says near breathless, " you know not what you ask for. "

The Senju spare is fully aware of the deadly ability of the Sharingan, it wasn't so much that— it was the implication. Madara's cautious imagination flashed every lamentable consequence that could come of this and all of them were headlined with the leading Senju irritants of that clan.

Should he reprimand a boy who is merely curious? The amount of trust within his possession was beyond valuable to request a vile act upon himself. Most people of sane, conscious mind wouldn't wish on their worse enemy, least of all, themselves.

" I can cast it on you at any point. I don't necessarily need to be looking at you myself to invoke the jutsu, " he outlines succinctly.

The intricacies were far more convoluted and elusive than that, but no one, not even some Uchiha, deserve to know the formula. " How you react, see, expect, and experience is all under my control. You'd be at my very whim. "

Angling his head towards the shoulder Itama rested on, he stared hard into those dual-colored locks attempting to decipher a motive from body language alone. Even now, he believes himself of the ability to rip into that unguarded mind and demand where the audacity burned from. Hypocrite Madara; he who is finding himself enkindled by the prospect borderline eager to string this little one under his influence.