A/N: I finally decided to try my hand at writing fan fiction. I haven't really written anything creative before, but decided to anyway since I need to focus on different things for a change. Anyway, I know there will be a ton of grammatical and punctuation errors in this. Please bear with me, I learned English about six y ears ago and was never formally taught grammar or punctuation. The only way I learned was through mistakes. That being said, go ahead and provide constructive criticism, but please don't be harsh. Seriously I beg you! I get discouraged very easily. I hope you enjoy my very first fanfiction :)

Warning: Yaoi and language

Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters be long to Masashi Kishimoto.

Updated.

That look in his eyes. It was love no doubt. Absolute admiration and unbridled ardor. Those red eyes never shone like that for any other being. Tobirama couldn't have cared less if the owner of those eyes was any other Uchiha or any other human for that matter, but those blood- red eyes belonged to a demon.

Madara Uchiha, the personification of the devil himself, had fallen deeply in love with Tobirama's older brother, Hashirama and from what the younger Senju could tell his fall wasn't recent.

Tobirama knew those eyes since childhood. His very first encounter with them was during his espionage on behalf of his father. He had found his brother there with another Uchiha boy and had noticed the tenderness in those charcoal eyes as he stared at Hashirama talking. Tobirama could not hear because of the distance, but judging from his expression and hand gestures, his brother had seemed utterly zealous about whatever he was talking about and Madara did not mind listening as his lips were softly stretched in a gentle smile.

To think that Madara Uchiha could produce such a gentle thing as that smile was beyond belief. There exist very few people in this universe who had seen such an expression adorn Madara's face.

From just that smile, Tobirama was able to conclude that this friendship was not a superficial gesture of goodwill. It ran deeper than that, the depth of which the younger Senju would not fully understand until decades later.

A myriad of reason kept that friendship from fully transforming. War, hatred, vengeance, the general disapproval of homosexuality, however slight it may be, (though Tobirama was aware that feelings this strong seldom concerned themselves with such societal limitation) the list was a mile long. However, the reason that stayed forever on top and could even be said to cause every other reason on the list was the caustic difference of their last names.

If Hashirama would have just killed that nuisance on the battlefield when he had the chance, then this time of peace would have been truly peaceful instead of a breeding ground for Madara's insanity.

If things had the tendency of being this solvable, then the war would've probably never happened and if they were that lucky then Madara Uchiha would not even exist, but things naturally drifted towards disaster and Tobirama's luck had long since ran out.

The younger Senju could sit here and fill a book with all the ifs and buts while Hashirama would stay pleasantly oblivious, married to Mito, and unaware of the madness brewing in the man inches away from him caused by months?...years? of unrequited love.

Why did Hashirama have to make him vow not to kill Madara? Why didn't Madara just fucking confess his love before Hashirama got married? And for God's sake why did Tobirama have to be so fucking observant and notice the actuality of the situation?

Madara's pride held him off from confessing his love for a man who was suppose to be his eternal rival and Tobirama could see that repressing an emotion like that will not work out so great for a dramatic little shit like Madara.

The Uchiha clan leader would take out his aggressive on the village; to destroy something so precious to Hashirama would be the ultimate revenge for something that wasn't even his fault because one thing Uchihas are great at is misplacing guilt.

Being the only one aware of this impending disaster, Tobirama couldn't stay sedentary any longer. Knowing the destructive and capricious tendencies of not only Madara but his whole accursed clan, he needed to effectively rid Madara of his detrimental feelings without getting rid of the man himself.

Hashirama could be quiet a clueless fool sometimes.

'God of Shinobi, my ass.'

Tobirama's decision was a dangerous one. Unfortunately and not surprisingly so, it put the Senju's life in danger more than Madara's.

Before he could even put his plan to action, the mere thought of what was about to transpire had quite a severe impact on Tobirama's mental and physical health, the full realization of which came to him a little too late.

As he looked up towards the concerned faces of Hiruzen and Homura and a tearful one of Koharu, he slowly became aware of his location and condition.

He laid on a hospital bed with a slowly dwindling headache and a surging pain coursing through his body. Both things were indication of malnutrition and severe psychological stress and both were very familiar to the Senju.

As a young participant of the recently ended war, Tobirama suffered through some similar things in his early ages which showed that despite his stoic external appearance he was just as human inside, a fact that his strict father did not appreciate and rightfully so.

The memory of his father made him feel ashamed of his state; such display of weakness from his son would have disappointed him greatly.

To overcome his state of weakness, Tobirama decided to get up. For someone who is the prospective second Hokage, lying in a hospital was incredibly unflattering, his father would highly disapprove.

"Don't move, Sensei! The nurse said you need lots of rest." Koharu exclaimed as she wiped her damp face.

"I am alright, Koharu." He smiled amiably at his concerned student, but ignored her warning and sat up anyway.

Wincing slightly from the pain, Tobirama shifted his legs and placed his feet on the floor.

This wasn't so bad, he had definitely experienced worse.

Standing up, the Senju stretched his sore muscles and faced his students who were staring at their sensei curiously.

"So who's ready for training?" Tobirama asked his three eager students.

"Wha...What?! You're suppose to rest, sensei." Homura said as his sensei made his way towards the window from which he jumped out and swiftly landed on the nearby tree.

"Yeah...you're sick and stuff. The nurse told us." Hiruzen added, not too happy with the idea of going back to training. Hiruzen noticed his sensei fold his arms and intensify his gaze of him.

"Was she cute?" Tobirama asked as he narrowed his eyes towards the particular student he knew would notice this kind of thing.

Koharu was absolutely dumbfounded by the question and looked back and forth from her sensei and Hiruzen with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Uhhh...not..really." Hiruzen replied, his cheeks tainted a little with blush.

"Then we have nothing to do here." Tobirama said as he turned to jump off the tree branch and land on the ground underneath.

"What does that even have to do with anything?!" Koharu said as she climbed down the hospital window along with her other two team mates.

"That has everything to do with everything, Koharu. Wouldn't you want a hot nurse to take care of you? " Hiruzen said matter-of-factly.

"I would want a nurse that can actually treat me."

"Pfft ….you girls are so weird."

"Stop!...Sensei, Hiruzen is being a mjosinist...uh...mnosijist...misonisit!" Koharu exclaimed as she ran behind Tobirama to complain about Hiruzen who was snickering uncontrollably.

Tobirama stopped to turn and look at his young pupils. Chuckling a little a at the trival problems of the youth, he placed his hand on Hiruzen head and ruffled his hair.

"Be nice to your peers, Saru." Tobirama cautioned lightheartedly.

Tobirama stared down at the carefree trio. It was hard to believe that they were the leaders of tomorrow, but he could see in their eyes a light of aspiration that never had the chance to ignite in children from his era. When one had a couple of years to live how could it?

Today, peace and hope for the future was just the perfect fuel for this light to burn brighter, but the frailty of those two was what concerned Tobirama along with the fact that he was struggling alone with a good portion of the burden to keep these fragile things intact.

There was a sudden stabbing pain in the middle of his abdomen which interrupted Tobirama's deep thoughts.

Ulcers. Ulcers caused by stress, the Senju was no stranger to this pain. Maybe leaving the hospital wasn't such a great idea.

Tobirama grimaced a little and saw concern appear immediately on his students' faces.

"Are you okay, sensei?" Hiruzen asked looking up at his sensei.

"Yes. I am fine. Let's go" The Senju and led the kids to their intended training ground. Not wanting to physically exert himself, Tobirama decided to lay low and let his students deal with genjutsus.

What was he doing? Cowering and complaining. He was taught to put anything on line for duty, not mope in misery like a pathetic coward when things got a little too difficult to handle

If some cruel deity had cursed him with this task to test his strength, then Tobirama will gladly remind him or her that he's a force to be reckoned with.

Madara was his enemy during the time of war and he has remained his enemy in this time of peace and just as he had clashed with him then, he'll fight with him with all his might now.

A different tactic didn't scare Tobirama, defending this village was his utmost responsibility and if it required services that would completely disintegrate his pride and dignity, then so be it. Corporal damage has never stopped him so neither will moral.

With new found determination, Tobirama felt confidence arise in him along with a diluted amount of fear that once he initiates his plan his life will never be the same, but that was to be expected when he was about use his body, for the first time, for something very different than fighting.