A.N: I've been gone for a long time, haven't I? I'm sorry about that, and even more so to say for the moment all of my multi-chapter fics have been put on hiatus or for some discontinued. These Soulmate Drabbles are cross-posted on my Ao3 account under the new/same name as this one. Enjoy.

'This kid,' Tobirama thinks venomously. 'Is going to be the literal second death of me.'

"You're getting too reckless!" Tsunade fumed as she manhandled her teammate out of his shirt so she could see the extent of his wounds. "I wouldn't be if someone," a burning glare shot in his direction. "Would stop distracting me!" both the Senju bristle angrily and the blonde rounds on him. "How much longer until you actually kill him, Tobirama?!" snarls the medic and ruby eyes sharpen more as he internally flinches.

Orochimaru fitfully fell back against the bed, a muffled squeak of pain escaping him just barely. "It's hardly my fault that I get dragged along wherever he goes! I thought I'd get some rest when I died, but clearly that's not the case." He shot at his grandniece before reflexively stepping forward as the pale man on the bed coughed and blood spilt from his mouth. Fast as a snake, Orochimaru was upright with a hand over his mouth and a disgusted expression that would've made the Nidaime chuckle if it were anyone else.

But since this was his soulmate, it just made him flinch uncomfortably with the knowledge that the wounds Orochimaru suffered were because of him.

"Our squabble is pointless. He'll die if you don't heal him, Tsunade." The light haired man said, turning away when he couldn't handle the sight any longer. Tsunade grumbled in response before audibly getting up from her seat, no one even blinking as the door slammed open. "Don't you even start, Hiruzen, I swear you so much as make any comment-." Tobirama snarled when he felt the prick of anger radiating off his former student, the clop of Jiraiya's ever annoying choice of shoes announcing the white haired Jounin's rush to his teammate's side.

After a while of listening to Jiraiya's rushed demands, Tsunade's barked responses and the icy chill of Hiruzen's disapproval; the Senju wheeled around and sat on the bed near Orochimaru's head. The snake-like other pried open his eyes, pain dancing in the beautiful golden depths, and lifted his uninjured hand to intertwine it with Tobirama's own hand. The Nidaime once again mentally thanked the fact that his chakra was potent enough even in death for such contact. Though she remained silent, Tsunade was clearly sated by the slight sign of affection and continued carefully healing the smallest of the group.

"Guess panic gives you enough motivation to be able to touch others that aren't me." Orochimaru tried to joke before a noise of sheer pain weaseled its way from his throat, making everyone tense in apprehension. From the sheer expectation – and slight demanding included in Hiruzen's part – in the gazes of the others, the pale haired man let out a sigh of resignation. "Rest now, call me back when you have more chakra." He said, his chest going tight when his other half's grip tightened on his hand. "My chakra levels are fine." The snake said pointedly, clearly aiming at the others of his team with the words, but allows his chakra to settle with a frown as his hand passes straight through Tobirama's.

Knowing that the others could no longer see or hear him, the Nidaime leaned down and placed a light kiss on Orochimaru's forehead. "Rest well, I'll wait for your call." Murmured the ruby-eyed male before he allowed his form to dissipate in order to keep from leeching chakra from his soulmate. The boy makes one complaint filled noise and closed his eyes to relax most likely.