Izuna, Hashirama, and Tobirama were walking in the Senju's largest garden when a messenger bird landed on the Uchiha's shoulder. Knowing full well who the bird belonged to because of its beautiful colors of red, orange, and yellow and carefully managed feathers, Izuna strolled towards a bare tree. Hashirama and Tobirama sensed a familiar chakra lingering from the animal, so they made no suspicious movement to attack the small creature.

The bird hopped off and perched on a tree branch. Its head turned to the right, then left, eight times.

Izuna slipped the small canister from the bird's neck and opened it. He read the contents on what he recognized as Nyorai's cloak.

Tobirama squinted, unable to read the hideous handwriting. He stopped himself from speaking. There was no time for him to make a snide comment on her chicken scratch writing.

"What does it say?" Hashirama saved Tobirama the trouble of inquiry.

"From the movements of the bird, he says he was summoned several minutes from when we had split apart from Nyorai and Itama," Izuna spoke. "On the piece of cloth is broken sentences, but I'm assuming Nyorai has written down that she and your brother are fine. They will try to arrive between morning and afternoon, so prepare lunch."

"That idiot," Tobirama murmured. "Is she trying to be funny in a situation like this?"

Hashirama patted his brother's shoulder. "It is fine, isn't it? She's just trying to reassure of their positions. And, anyways, it's nearly afternoon; we should tell the servants and cooks to prepare a big meal for the two, and possibly a bath, too."

Izuna stopped Hashirama. "Someone needs to relay this message to your father. From the events of last night and the guards he has spying on me, it is safe to say, I should not be the one to do the job."

Hashirama nodded. "You're right. So, my dear, sweet, little brother that the gods had sent as a gift to me, please goes tell Father of what news we have found on Itama-kun and Nyorai." He grinned.

Tobirama glared. After Izuna had offered the torn cloak with the message, he stomped away, arms crossed.

Hashirama waved him off with a big smile. "Ah. Little brothers, what adorable things they are..."

Izuna spoke no words.

"My bad, my bad. You're the youngest child, right?"

"... Yes."

With her chakra back to the norms, Nyorai decided to use Teleportation one more time to close the distance from where they hid in the tree trunk to the Senju compound. She didn't want any more troubles from the man with the Sharingan and his men. If they were to be spotted, the two children had no chance of winning. Shortening the distance and teleporting to a busy street lifted a few weights off Nyorai's shoulder. (She thought she was finally able to breathe, which the cause was really Itama's head resting on her chest when they took refuge in the tree trunk.)

"I'm really sorry about this morning," Itama apologized for the millionth time. Nyorai had lost count after ten.

"You just needed a pillow, and I guess your body just reacted by itself, so no worries. I have no control over my body when I'm asleep, too," she reassured. "One time, I snuck in Madara's room because I was afraid to sleep alone in my own room. I don't remember for what reason, though. The next morning, I was suffocating him, or so he told me. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs around his stomach."

"E-Eh?!"

Nyorai laughed. "I know. I didn't think that was possible of me. I figured that Madara must've been really tired from the training menu Great Grandfather had decided, so he was fast asleep and didn't realize I had him in a chokehold until he nearly died."

A loud growl escaped from the younger ninja's stomach, causing blush to dust his cheeks. Embarrassed, he wrapped his arms around his abdomen. "O-Oh!"

Nyorai snickered. "I don't have any money on me, and I'm assuming you don't either."

Itama shook his head dejectedly. "Sorry. I-I can wait until we reach the compound..," he spoke quietly.

"No, that won't do. I told Tobirama that I'd take care of you." Nyorai looked around. A shop caught her eyes. She grabbed Itama by the hand and pulled him along.

They entered an empty thrift shop. Nyorai made her way towards the cashier, leaving a nervous and confused Itama standing in the middle of the store. She spoke a few words, and the cashier responded with a few words. Nyorai pointed to her shirt. The man nodded. In a second, Nyorai peeled off her dirtied overcoat, slipped out of her top, and handed it to the cashier. With a wrinkly hand, he placed several coins and three paper money on the table. Nyorai spoke, and the man added a coin.

Before Itama was able to register what Nyorai had planned, she came back, pulling the torn outerwear through her arms, with money in her hand. She smiled.

"N-Nyorai-san, you didn't have to!"

"I promised to return you to your family in good condition, so it's fine."

"B-But, that shirt was worth a lot more than he had given you!"

"Don't worry. It doesn't really matter to me. He's just trying to make a decent living, and I have enough for a meal." Nyorai nudged the protesting Senju boy out of the shop and to a nearby restaurant.

Itama ordered the cheapest item on the menu, and Nyorai ordered the same.

When their food arrived, Nyorai pushed her ordered dish towards Itama. "You need food to replenish your chakra. Healing me last night must've been really tiring."

"Wh-What? I-I can't take it!"

"It's no problem. I'm not hungry. Now, don't let the food go to waste and eat it while it's still warm. Eating warm food when it is cold isn't very yummy."

Itama hesitantly nodded.

It took them - rather Itama - an hour to finish the two dishes. He had wolfed everything from the two ordered plates of fried rice, two cups of water and one cup of tea, and the two egg rolls the waitress had given them for free out of pity.

When they got up and left, Nyorai patted Itama on the shoulder. "Are you still hungry? I have a few coins left. We can probably afford dango or a kabab," she mused.

"No, it's okay. My stomach can't have any more food," he murmured.

Nyorai laughed. "Let's get going, then."

"Y-Yes."

Once Tobirama had repeated the message Izuna had spoken - because he couldn't read what Nyorai had written - to his father and handed him the cloth, he left the head study without speaking any other words. It was nearly afternoon, a couple of minutes more. He impatiently walked to the front gates of the compound and met the second youngest son of Butsuma, Kawamura.

"Kawamura, what are you doing here?! Never mind that! You must get back inside - in bed!" Tobirama exclaimed.

Kawamura Senju was the third son of Butsuma and his wife. He, compared to his older and youngest brothers, was the weakest of the link. He was always ill and often in bed resting. His white complexion was proof of that.

"I'm fine, Tobirama-niisan. I'm fine," he spoke quietly.

Tobirama scowled, but gave up. "What are you doing out here?"

"I heard Itama did not arrive with you, but he is with your fiancée. I am waiting for them."

"You can wait inside your room for him. When he comes, I'll call for you."

"No. I want to be the first to greet them."

"You're really stubborn."

"As you are."

"I am not."

Kawamura smirked, and then laughed light heartedly.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, Tobirama-niisan."

"Nothing my ass..," Tobirama muttered under his breath.

"By the way, what is your wife like? Is she the same as the other Uchiha - Izuna, I believe?"

"No, she is unlike Uchiha Izuna; she's the complete opposite of what Uchihas are known for." Tobirama found a faint smile growing. Immediately, he schooled his emotions. He kept his gaze forward and jaws tight.

"Oh? How so?"

"Nyorai is energetic, boisterously loud, and an embarrassment, at some extent. She tries to be funny, but can't. She loves her family a lot, especially her father. I believe she doesn't particularly care for her position in status and will make friends with anyone, no matter their class. She doesn't hold hatred against us, either, like the other members in her clan. She's definitely different."

"Do you like her?"

Tobirama froze.

"Tobirama-niisan?"

"Yes, I like her, but as a wife, I am unsure."

The two grew silent and waited. The sky was clear with a few specks of white clouds. At the horizon, they spotted two figures coming their way. Upon a closer look, Tobirama recognized them as Nyorai Uchiha and Itama Senju. He quickly left his post by Kawamura's side and ran over to the others.

Itama's eyes lit up, and Nyorai gave Tobirama an unexpected hug, causing her and Tobirama to topple over and dirtying his kimono. Itama laughed and snorted in between breaths. Panicked, Nyorai stood up and pulled the white haired boy along. She blushed. They walked back to Kawamura.

Tobirama had his hand resting on Kawamura's shoulder. The relief he felt seeing the two was nothing he had ever felt before. "Kawamura, this is Uchiha Nyorai. Nyorai, this is my brother, Senju Kawamura."

"Nice to meet ya!" Nyorai smiled brightly.

"Same," Kawamura bowed his head.

"Let's get inside; we'll all catch a cold." Tobirama led his brothers and wife inside.

Author's Note: I'm sorry about any mistakes. I only reread it once!