Colder Spots

a series of firsts

The day a tiny woman falls from the sky and right into Tobirama's lap marks the beginning of a series of firsts in his life, some of them pleasant, others not so much. For instance, this is the first time in his life someone has managed to sneak up on him completely undetected. After all, who would think of expanding their senses to the sky as well when meditating?

Not he, at least not back then (now he does), and so he ends up with a mouth full of disturbingly pink hair and a broken femur. Still in an awkward cross-legged position, his instincts take over and despite the white hot pain shooting up his left side he pulls the attacker into an armlock that threatens to dislocate her shoulder. He lets go when he realises she's unconscious and watches her slump forward into the grass gracelessly.

Staring down at the slim body (though hidden beneath layers of thick clothing, it is obvious she has been trained in the ways of war) he wonders what to do. He ends up lugging the woman back home eventually, which takes him annoyingly long with only one good leg to use. He'll have someone interrogate her, because pink hair or not, she may be dangerous.
When at one point the women draped over his shoulder gives a light moan and begins to stir he whacks her over the head with little preamble, knocking her out again. Better to deal with this problem once he's not limping like an old man.

A/N: A series of oneshots and drabbles about Tobirama and Sakura and their relationship over the years. This is sort of a prequel to my oneshot Cold Spots, so if you're interested in how Sakura ended up in the founding era (or generally in some TobiSaku), you might want to check that one out, it's in the A/N at the very bottom. This story is something I've whipped up in one day after chucking a litre of pure caffeine by myself (it is now 0426am and I'm still going strong. Send help! Is there something to counter the effects of coffee?), so please forgive any typos or grammatical errors. I'll try to edit everything to the best of my knowledge before I post it, but I might still end up missing some things. This story is already finished, and it's a whopping 26 pages, 15,618 words of fluffy TobiSaku goodness and will be posted in around 34 chapters (maybe I'll squeeze in some more things, depending on what you guys want to read and if it fits with the general flow of the plot).

Seen as Kishimoto has no clearly established timeline I'm just making up my own as I go along. So I've taken Tobirama's age down a notch, and bumped Sakura's up a bit, so now he's maybe five years older than her. Of course, I have no idea how old exactly they are (that's some Kishimoto timeline shit right there), but probably somewhere around 26 and 31. Jup, no teenage love story in this one. We're all adults and grown up. *sniffles*

Warning: This series might contain graphic descriptions and fluff overload. So if you're either highly sensitive to the violent ways of a shinobi or rooting for M-rated stories only and start dry heaving the moment a pure and innocent text pops up on your screen, this might not be the story for you. According to the guidelines, T is the rating for some minor violence, implied sexual themes, yada yada yada, all of which will pop up in later chapters, so T-rated it is.

A huge thank you goes out to deBrumbled and BlackKristin who have written The Green Water and i've been idolizing the thought of a door opening, respectively, as well as different colours by jaylene. Your stories have been a huge inspiration. If you're a fan of TobiSaku, go and check them out!

On a different note, I have decided to completely forgo any and all inverted commas in this story. I find that it makes for a more interesting connection with the text since sometimes you'll have to read certain passages more than once in order to figure out who said what to whom. I'm sorry, I just like to torment my readers. Where it's really crucial or simply hard to get otherwise I'll mark the change in speaker with line breaks. Also, I'm playing around with different styles of writing at the moment, so you might notice some changes as the story progresses.

Seen as this note has gotten slightly out of hand, I'll just shut up right now and let you continue on your merry ways. Hopefully some of you will take interest in this story, and maybe you'll even love it as much as I do. Love, planless

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