A/N: There are no stories that I can find that have Itama or Kawarama as active characters. Usually, they're either dead or it's a flashback, and I find this highly disappointing. So, I'll try my hand at this.

Drabbles.

Chapter 1

Hashirama sped away from his younger brother's shocked expression, grinning in contentment as he escaped that loudmouthed crybaby.

Finally, he was free. The sense of satisfaction he felt from (gently) shoving Kawarama into his Tobirama's arms could have devoured him whole, if he were a lesser person.

Kawarama was five, and should at least have been able to care for himself a little. When he was that age, heck, when he was younger, Hashirama recalled waiting with his pregnant mother in an emergency base for hours, along with other Senju women and young children. He did have adult supervision, but with everyone so jittery, it would've been the same as if he didn't.

Everyone his age was shivering and some were crying. The adults were all occupied comforting each other. His mother, in particular, was receiving extra attention from the women and medics, due to her pregnancy.

He'd got out just fine without the unneeded attention, and was sure that, obviously, Kawarama was capable of doing the same.

Still, he also knew his pushy, younger brother, Tobirama, was probably following him that very moment, intent on returning Kawarama to him.

Due to that, he was sure to be stealthy.

Tobirama frowned, glancing over his shoulder at his laughing younger brother as he practically flew on the wooden floors.

Hashirama raced down the halls, his feet silently tapping the wooden floors as he swiftly made his way to Itama's room. His dark eyes glinted with excitement as he rounded another corner.

If I can only convince Itama to accompany me, Hashirama mused, glancing through the window at the orange sun as it crept over the horizon, If I bring him, and we're long gone by the time Tobirama-

Hashirama skidded to a halt at the sight of someone Body Flickering into his direct line of sight few meters down the hall, blocking Itama's bedroom door from his vision.

"Older Brother!"

Tobirama was standing there, awkwardly holding a squirming Kawarama on his back. "Hashi-nii!" Kawarama reached for his eldest brother. Being eight, Tobirama wasn't that much bigger than Kawarama himself.

"Kawara-? T-Tobirama! I- Uh, ahaha." The brunette laughed sheepishly as Tobirama stalked toward him, wearing a deep scowl. Tobirama wasted no time in shoving Kawarama into Hashirama's arms.

Hashirama was quick to protest, "But Tobirama-" he fumbled a bit with Kawarama, eyes pleading as he pouted at Tobirama. The younger of the two crossed his arms.

"No! You have to take care of Kawarama yourself."

Hashirama put Kawarama down, the latter climbing onto his feet and clumsily walking over to Tobirama. "I need to-"

"You need to stop being immature!"

"I'm eleven, T-!"

("I'm five!" Kawarama excitedly shouted, head looking from Hashirama, to Tobirama, and back.)

"Silence. You won't get to simply dismiss your necessary responsibilities when you're Clan Head." Tobirama glared at his older brother, ignoring Kawarama as he struggled to climb back onto Tobirama's back.

"But I can trust my younger brother to pick up where I left off when I need to go and hone my also necessary fighting skills by training, right?" Hashirama asked, winking at Tobirama.

No one noticed Kawarama getting bored and walking off, what with Hashirama trying to convince Tobirama with a pout, and Tobirama, in turn, trying to discourage Hashirama with his glower.

"No." Shot down. "I'll have my responsibilities as well. Father told you to watch Kawarama. Stop being irresponsible."

"But why can't you do it? I want to train!" Hashirama's pout intensified as he took a step towards Tobirama. Really, he was aiming for Itama's room, but why not kill two birds with one stone?

"Because I have other things to take care of! If something were to happen to Kawarama, it'd still be you being blamed since it's your respon-"

"Then I'll take the blame! What could happen anyway?"

"Hashirama!" Tobirama snapped.

"Whaaaaaat?" Hashirama slumped and blew out his cheeks.

"Shut up and listen!" Tobirama clenched his fists and glowered. Hashirama wasn't really affected, "But I want to train-"

"No, Older Brother, you need to-"

Itama yawned, stretching his arms and smiling blissfully at the sounds that his bones provided. Sleeping stiffly only paid in the morning, the wages being the satisfaction of his muscles and bones sighing in relief as he stretched. He rubbed an eye with a fist and stood up, dragging his feet out through the back door, to the baths.

Glancing out of the window, he caught sight of the bright and yellow sun, high in the sky. A tired smile adorned his features as he trudged to his destination. He'd just returned from a mission a night before. Finally, after stripping himself of all fabric. Itama stepped into the bath.

After a satisfying 30 minutes, he returned to his room, a towel wrapped firmly around his waist. Then, he set to slowly getting dressed.

"You're probably not even going to train. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you just wanted to go see Uzumaki-san." Tobirama narrowed his eyes at Hashirama, who panicked and started waving his arms around wildly.

"Nonsense! I want to train, which is why I'm bringing Itam-"

"Or, you could be planning to bring Itama because Uzumaki-san has a soft spot for him." Tobirama suggested offhandedly.

"She- I don't-"

"You. Are. Taking. Kawarama." Tobirama spoke with finality. Hashirama sulked, going into a fetal position, depression radiating off of him.

"Taking Kawarama where?" Itama stepped out of his room and slid the door closed behind him, "He's not even here. Is he with mother?"

"No," Hashirama responded, looking up at Itama from his spot on the floor, "Mother went out to greet the visiting Uzumaki, along with Fath- WHERE'S KAWARAMA?"

Itama flinched, jumping back a little, but Hashirama was in a panic and didn't notice. "Tobirama, he's gone!" Hashirama dived into Itama's room, before flying into the closet and ransacking it.

Itama looked confused and fearful, watching Hashirama look under his bed and out of the window, before taking off down the hall that leads to Itama's bathroom.

Itama then turned his head in time to see Tobirama speed in the direction of the kitchen without a word.

"W-Wha-"

"FATHER IS GOING TO MURDER ME, I LOST KAWARAMA!" Hashirama screamed, emerging from Itama's room. He ran in the opposite direction that Tobirama had gone in.

"Kawarama's lost?" Itama asked, looking confused. He stood there for a few moments before he got a hold of himself and bounded off toward the window. Even though he could sense Hashirama halfway across the building, he could clearly hear his brother shouting "KAWARAMA?! COME OUT! KAWARAMA!"

Tobirama searched for Kawarama more stealthily.

By then, Itama had gotten the gist of what was going on and had flung himself out the window, doing a small flip to land on his feet. The moment they touched the ground, he dashed for the gardens. If Father finds out we lost Kawarama, Itama grimaced, we're all dead.

Soooo, you likey? I have what I'd like to call a bad habit of seemingly not continuing stories. But I think I'll try to pick back up, yeah? Tell me what you think!