#sennokami

[ye olde starter for @sennokami]

You have changed, Hashirama.

Madara had acquired the powers that others might consider befitting of a deity. He possessed the might to make men tremble and throw themselves upon the ground, begging for mercy. He could reshape the world with a strike of a sword.

And yet, it was a single, softly spoken sentence of disappointment that saved his life.

Not that the man himself knew it yet. The last memories he’d have upon waking would be the sword piercing his chest. Impaled by Hashirama, for a duty to something they once dreamed of together.

Madara had been in death’s slithering embrace when Hashirama made his decision to save him; the river and the afterlife would not claim Madara tonight.

Exhausted from their battle, it had been a much slower healing process, but not one Hashirama was likely to fail. He’d fished Madara from the river, healed his pierced heart, and sat down with his former best friend draped across his legs, at the shore of the river that had born witness to their final clash.

He stayed there, for what felt like half an eternity, until the sun rose and some of his strength returned. Besides Madara, there’d been a bijuu on the loose, even if the Kyuubi had been contained by his mokuton for the entire duration of the final battle. Hashirama would have to deal with it too, and he supposed on that account, he would return to Konoha and conscript some help, but he had to take care of Madara first. 

So, after reinforcing the bonds on the Kyuubi, holding it in place still with the might of the forest, he brought Madara from the scene of their battle. The constructed cabin rested high up, under the canopy of a giant tree. It would have to be the make-shift shelter for now. Masking Madara’s chakra was the second step, and it truly drained the last of Hashirama’s energy. He wanted to sleep for a month, his mind too full and yet empty.

He left Madara there, under the unseen watch of the trees, hidden from sensors, hidden from the world.

[continuation for @sennokami]

Three days’ worth of travel, and no more than a handful of words exchanged between them. 

It wasn’t the strangest journey Yukirama had ever been on, but it was certainly the oddest companion he’d ever had. Uchiha Madara. Or at least, Uchiha Madara’s real eyes, in someone’s body. The verification of the truth of his words was damn near impossible, but Yuki was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Especially now that he’d decided to put his mission on hold and follow the stranger who had revealed unto him a secret that shook him down to his bones. 

His...father, in a sense.

Thinking of him as such felt wrong and Yukirama made a conscious effort not to. A man that had his flesh scrapped and preserved wasn’t the same as a father. Yuki did not have parents, or family. Nothing about the truth changed that.

And yet, every time his eyes brushed over the man’s unruly hair or back, the familiarity churned in his gut. It irritated him. It was beyond his control and he felt like a child because of it. 

By now, Yukirama had rationalized his decision; someone this strong, who claimed to be an enemy of Konoha, should be observed, carefully. He was doing right by the village, really.

Nothing had gone as planned, nothing at all. Not that he had planned to fight endless fights with no light shinning down on an ending or to crash with Madara every full moon. Nothing of that had been planned. It had all been due to their clans, which simply couldn’t find peace in each others’ presences - or rather, wouldn’t. Hashirama knew that there was a possible future with peace, knew it, because he had seen it, even if it had been for a brief moment on that battlefield. He had seen it in none other than Madara’s eyes. When he had reached out a hand, offering it to him, there had been hesitation, the good kind, that opened up ways to something greater than this endless bloodshed. However, due to love, that hand that had almost reached out, had pulled back. It had felt like someone had taken a hold of the warmth around his heart, which he had experienced in such a moment, and snuffed it out.

Izuna had been hurt, more than hurt, Hashirama had seen it, knew how deadly his brother’s attacks could be and how they almost always hit their mark when he got the right opening, which had been granted to him. And even though Izuna wasn’t his brother, Hashirama had felt a great amount of pain, seeing the expression that had crossed Madara’s face, hence why he had offered his help repeatedly after. 

After what felt like days, the offer had been accepted, a meeting had been discussed and planned, which was how this had come to be.

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. 

[[ gOD

1) Kishi revealing Itachi’s “twist” wasn’t as much of a shock as some people think. A lot of people call it an ass-pull, a plot twist, “omg he went from evil to good”, etc. The hints were THERE as early as chapter 220, I’m not sorry you chose to ignore them. Even THEN, Obito is an unreliable narrator? Why are you trusting what comes out of a character’s mouth as 100% true. 

Of course Obito paints him as some selfless martyr when anyone with a brain cell could tell that while Itachi’s intentions were good, keeping Sasuke in the dark and lying to him was ultimately an act of complete selfishness because Itachi was protecting himself from the pain that would come with actually ending Sasuke’s life. It was an act of self protection, not any kind of real protection/consideration towards Sasuke, he just justified it like that for a while.

2) Criticizing Itachi for not being perfect is pointless because Itachi knows and tells us this to our faces. Chapters 588-590 people, come on. By this time he’s fullly aware of the damage he’s caused to Sasuke. He’s not making any excuses. Sasuke’s the only one to try to keep calling him perfect and Itachi flatly rejects this. He’s the ONLY character I’ve seen to be this self aware. No longer does he go “but I meant well!!!”, he knows it was shitty. He gives Sasuke his autonomy and his full trust and full unconditional love. There’s no insult/criticism you can give Itachi he hasn’t already figured out himself. He hates himself more than any anti-Itachi post can.

3) How man times I gotta tell people to read the novels before they stop acting as if the massacre was Itachi’s fault and Itachi’s fault alone. This was a boy who was traumatized into an anti-war mindset when he was four years old. This was a boy who was groomed by his elder peers (especially Danzo) since he was 7. The ONLY reason crusty-ass Hiruzen said Itachi had “Hokage level intelligence” was because he agreed on seeking peace. That’s it. 

He’s a genius when it comes to book learning and applied skill, but decision making under duress? Forget it. He’s the world’s shittiest spy, he wasn’t giving intel on the Uchiha OR the village, so Danzo had to literally kill a guy and have two men impersonate him to infiltrate the Uchiha clan meetings.

Itachi had his fear of war greatly abused, and when Shisui (who was ACTUALLY running the show) died? Shit fell apart. He got manipulated harder. He got his obsession over Sasuke used harder. 

The truth of the matter is that Itachi had basically 0 say in whether the massacre happened or not, even if he switched sides. He would’ve  been killed with the rest of the Uchiha, because Danzo was going to make it happen whether or not Itachi agreed to be the one holding the sword.

He was just a dumbass 13 year old with the pressure of “the entire world” on his shoulders who had his fear of bloodshed and his obsession over his brother’s safety used against him. It isn’t his fault, he was just the pawn they used. Is he still guilty? Hell yeah. But he didn’t just randomly choose to slaughter his clan, it’s been too many years and too much information since then to seriously believe that. 

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🎶Do they have a type?

Tobirama does have a type, when it comes to a person’s personality, that is. He likes an individual who can keep up with him, both physically and mentally. His partner needs to be able to entertain his curiosity and give him that spark that keeps him interested. Since Tobirama is highly intelligent, and does use his endless mind to come up with new techniques and ways to improve life, he needs a partner who supports this and even puts their own thoughts and hands into this process. However, Tobirama doesn’t have a type when it comes to appearance. What is most important to him is the person’s personality and strength. All in all, they need to able to keep up with him and understand him (maybe even better than he does himself).

🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first?

He would. However, Tobirama really isn’t good with his emotions. He isn’t the type to lay a rose on the bed with a letter or romantically say “I love you”, like normal people would when it comes to confessing. He shows his feelings with actions, some of them clumsy, embarrassing even, due to him just not being good at such sort of things. When it comes to opening up and admitting feelings, Tobirama need quite the work to be able to do so properly. The chance of his partner figuring his feelings out first is more likely than him openly/properly confessing.

🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner?

Power-play. Tobirama loves to be in control and loves to drive his partner up the wall once he gets to that stage in a relationship. This is a play that tickles his fancy for feeling in control and him feeling powerful. It should come as no surprise, but the younger Senju likes to control a situation and likes to be able to command his partner and slowly drive them to the peak of pleasure. It also boost his ego quite a lot to be talked up to, to be treated with respect. However, this only goes for this kind of activity/play. He loves the feeling of letting go and loves the knowledge that his partner does the same. He doesn’t mind the roles being reversed too. Actually, he finds it quite arousing if his partner dares to take the reins at times.

💚Are they prone to jealousy?

Oh yes. Tobirama does get jealous. Though, it might not seem like he does as it only happens with the very few people he loves. So far, the only person to be able to make Tobirama feel jealousy, all the way to the pit of his stomach, is Hashirama. This is due to Hashirama being the only person Tobirama loves (right now) and completely trusts. However, this would happen with a partner as well. Tobirama doesn’t trust a lot of people. Actually, he got quite the trust issues and tend to not let his guard down around anyone besides Hashirama. This love can make him feel quite jealousy, even if it doesn’t happen often. Example, he felt jealous when Hashirama started spending more time with Madara than him and also when he seemed to put more trust in Madara. This is due to him actually fearing losing the only person he got. This would of course change slightly with a partner. But all in all, he does get jealous at times. He is the silent jealous type, who will try everything to get rid of the feeling before even consider talking about it.

🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love?

When this war had started, Sasuke’s stance had been pretty clear. Though he still felt hatred and contempt for Konoha, after meeting the former Hokage and hearing their tale, he had decided to participate in this fight as an ally for now. It seemed like this was a good decision, since Obito may be of his blood, but clearly not interested in any kind of co-operation, even if their goal had been the same for a short amount of time.

It was different with Madara though. Sasuke had great interest in the former clan leader, especially since he was on his own currently and could imagine to perhaps continue his life differently, if Madara could enlighten him about the past some more. However, he didn’t know what the elder might do if Sasuke approached him, considering Madara had already been engaged in combat by others, even if the Uchiha elder easily and embarrassingly swiped the floor with all of them.

It was then Sasuke’s luck that someone had thrown something as simple as a kunai towards Madara, and while it didn’t pose any threat, it was symbolic when Sasuke jumped in line and struck it away to show the other he wasn’t here to attack him but rather establish some form of short truce, long enough for them to at least have a proper talk.

starter for @sennokami

Ink stained pale fingers. Tirelessly they had been working on the scroll now spread out in front of dirtied knees.

Eyes bloodshot, dark circles under them, exhaustion written into his face, his very posture, Tobirama kneeled before his latest creation like a beggar in front of a greedy lord.

Nothing, there was nothing else left in him that he could do. He had tried everything and yet, it had not been enough. Hashirama’s intentions had been crystal clear when he’d left to take on the armies of Sand and Rocks on his own. Not that he could not return victorious if he set his mind to it, but Tobirama doubted he did.

His older brother had left without the intention to return, ever. The past 5 years had all been building up to this, one endless struggle for Tobirama to somehow fix what had been broken in Hashirama’s heart. Only to find out, again and again, that it was nothing he could fix. The measures he could come up with and in his despair, Tobirama’s ingenuity in finding solutions had provided him with what looked like an endless pool of possibilities.

Now, all those years later, even the deep well of Tobirama’s inventive genius had run dry in this regard. The past half a year had been a shameful experience, for everyone involved, as Tobirama had dragged out even the most outlandish, last options that he could imagine.

But that too had all led up to this. Hashirama had gone, just like that. Because Tobirama was too weak to keep him. Meant too little. It was a heavy truth to shoulder, but there had been neither time nor spirit in him left to dwell on it.

He had known all of it before, it had been leading up to this, as inevitable as the sun rising in the East. He had even expected the pain, the loss, the grief.

Tobirama had not, however, expected it to be intense enough to jumpstart his spirit, to drive him from perceived inability to peak performance. The loss of his beloved older brother, the realisation of what was going to happen to him, brought him to act rather than think.

If I cannot do it, he can. He must.

Like a rabid wolf, Tobirama sunk his fangs into that single thought, blended out everything else.

He had banished this technique and with good reason. But this was nothing to be reasonable about, this was bigger than his integrity, his sense of honour, even his pride.

The vial with the blood sample Tobirama had kept for the longest time ever since he’d retrieved the body in secret hissed when he uncorked it. Across him, in the middle of the room, the spy, bound and gagged as he was, wound himself.

Tobirama ignored him and smeared the blood across the scroll he had so haphazardly drawn together, like a mad artist blessed with a stroke of genius.

He raised his hands and exhaled. Only he can.

Tiger. Snake. Dog. Dragon.

The seals felt like coming home. Tobirama clapped his hands, his voice hoarse when he spoke,

It was easier to settle into a routine than he’d thought. Over the past few months, Minato thought he’d intergrated into the camp rather well. He did his chores, he went hunting, but more to that, he helped the healers with what he knew and took care of the wounded that came back. In every way, Minato had kept his promise to Madara; he used his abilities to heal the Uchiha and only then. 

As acquainted as he was with everyone, as settled as he was in the camp, he still stayed to himself. In times like this, when he could get away for a bit, Minato was usually at the edge of the camp. The cat he’d found nearly a week ago was looking better. She was still rather small, but the more he brought food every day, the stronger she became. A tiny black cat she was, with a playful attitude and a strong will to survive. Minato still didn’t know what to name her.