Uchiha Clan Head

Summary: A different take on the forming of Konoha when people are not aware of Uchiha Madara's greatest secret that should have really been too obvious. Hashirama's an idiot, Toka and Mito are disbelieving, the world is completely unprepared, Izuna is amused and Tobirama is lovestruck.

''We need to talk,'' was the first thing Tobirama said to Madara when he entered her house at the agreed time, looking almost like a ghost in the black night behind him. The Uchiha district was one of the best lit places in the entire village when they actually bothered to light up the lanterns, since they were the only ones who could light up all of their lanterns in some reasonable time without exhausting themselves. That, however, did not mean they often did so, as at this time the children were confined to their homes and all those who were on guard duty already had developed at the very least the most primary form of the Sharingan so the dark of the night was nothing that could influence their duties. Anyone who deigned to pay them a visit at this time of day, though, would complain if they were a friendly and die if they were not, not being able to navigate the Compound at all. The only reason Tobirama might not be complaining was because his sensory abilities allowed him to 'see' despite the pitch blackness surrounding him.

Madara looked up from where she had reheated some of the tempura and smoked salmon she had made for dinner to meet his gaze, finding something she had not expected, a sort of nervousness in those red irises that had never been there before, not even when he requested this meeting. ''I thought that was the whole point of this endeavor?'' She cocked her head to the side in a curious manner and Tobirama kind of just froze for a moment and stared at her. She wanted to smirk but felt it was inappropriate to at the moment. Yes, she knew she looked awfully cute when she did that - Todara did, too and they were both reminded of that fact a lot more often than either mother or daughter liked to think about.

''I- yes, but that was not what I meant.'' The Senju said, running fingers through his already messy spiky hair. This was the most disheveled she had ever seen him outside of that one night they had shared together that had started this whole mess in the first place. It looked kind of good on him. And yes, Madara was aware this was her hormones and feelings and six years of repressed desires talking but it was also the truth. Senju Tobirama was one handsome man and only someone completely blind could claim otherwise.

''Ah, then what is it that you meant?'' She asked as she placed a plate in front of him and motioned for him to sit down. ''Eat. I know you well enough that you can get so caught up in your projects and experiments and paperwork that you forget all about your basest necessities.'' Something Toidara, unfortunately, did too when she got stubborn and decided that was the day she would learn this or that jutsu, master one taijutsu move or another or finish some book meant for either her studies or just the pleasure of reading. It was why Madara never took too long missions or never left her to her own devices. The Namikaze were godsend angels in that regard, looking after her the few times Madara took on a longer mission. ''We can talk while you actually put something into yourself today other than that retched coffee you insist on drinking.'' Personally, she preferred green or black tea. It had the same effect as coffee did and both teas were almost just as bitter. Why drink that brown brew when she could have her favorite teas?

''Thank you,'' the white haired man said as he followed the instructions and uttered a small 'Itadakimasu' before taking the first bite. His eyes widened and his head snapped up to stare at the smugly smiling Madara, one elbow on the table, her face leaning on the hand of that arm. ''This is delicious.'' He himself wasn't much of a tempura person - that was Hashirama's preferred food; he liked fish more - but this was really, really good. He hadn't eaten this good of a tempura since a very long time ago, when his mother used to make it for Hashirama and Kawarama, who both very much loved it. He and Itama liked fish, although Tobirama could eat fish every day for every meal and never get sick of it while Itama could only eat it once a day. He took another bite of the noodles before turning to the fish. A moan of appreciation spilled form his lips before he could stop it but he didn't even bother to be embarrassed by it. Besides, Madara seemed to be soaking up the compliments. He can live with that. ''This is really good.''

''Thank you.'' The Uchiha Clan Head said. ''I personally like inarizushi, Todara has this strange obsession with anything doing with fish. Although she does also like anything that has any sugar in it. The only non sugar food that I can make her eat are noodles and fish and the occasional onigiri. I swear that she picked that up from Izuna. He was a picky eater, too, at that age. At least she likes vegetables and fruits.''

Something in Tobirama's gut fluttered at yet another similarity but he did his best not to show it. People, however, often forget that the Uchiha don't really need the Sharingan to have some insight in someone's behavior. They were born with that insight, it was just well hidden. Madara was a prime example of such. Her temper blinded people o her intelligence and her gift of insight and just assumed she was oblivious to the world around her when it was the furthest thing form the truth.

''So, what is it that you wanted to talk about so I can at least prepare for the topic while you eat?'' She questioned with an interesting look in her eyes that told Tobirama she had noticed his earlier reaction but didn't yet quite understand it. She needed a few more clues before he could make sense to her. He paused, gathering his courage and focusing on not choking on the food he currently had in his mouth as he swallowed, throat unhealthily dry during such an important act. Once he had gathered both his courage and his wits, he lifted his eyes and looked into not onyx black ones but rather a ruby red pair of the infamous doujutsu of the Uchiha Clan. It would seem she had caught on as to where the conversation might lead and was not about to let him hide anything beneath the cold or impassive facades he liked to hide behind in public.

''Originally,'' here she arched an eyebrow at his wording, wondering what that was about and what had changed his mind. ''I wanted to talk about what happened that night, six years ago. Between us.'' Tobirama had never felt so awkward in his life as Madara studied him, her face going blank so as not to give anything away. Tobirama for the first time wished his red eyes were also a Sharingan so he could pierce through that mask and see the emotions beneath it. ''However, an occurrence this afternoon had me thinking that we might have a few more things to talk about. Mainly the consequences of that very night.''

Madara straightened up and her posture went very stiff for a long moment, her eyes never leaving him. If he had not faced her brother for as many years as he had in battle staring at those very eyes - there was this procedure that the Uchiha siblings had gone through to stop their vision from deteriorating even further through the frequent usage of the Mangekyo Sharingan and it involved them switching their eyes that allowed them both to now have perfect vision provided by the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan - he would have been far too unnerved to have the dangerous orbs fixed on him with such intensity and might have lashed out. As it were, he sat very still and waited for the woman's reaction.

Soon enough, Madara's posture went from frigid to predatory relaxation, placing both her elbows on the table top this time, intertwining her fingers together and resting her mouth there so the focus was definitely on her deadliest assets. With less than a blink, she could kill him if she wished. Tobirama had seen and heard of the Mangekyo's infamous black flames hotter than the sun itself, appropriately named Amaterasu. With the intensity of Madara's stare, maybe she was contemplating if she could activate it fast enough for his sensory skills not to pick it up and for him to use Hiraishin to escape.

When she finally spoke, her rigidness made sense. ''You found out.'' It was all that she said, those three words and yet Tobirama already felt his world shifting. That was as much of a conformation as he might need, coupled with Madara's tired wariness and her willingness to fight him on this. The Senju couldn't help but nod absentmindedly as he lowered his chopsticks and leaned back into the backrest of his chair. He felt dazed. He felt himself forming a whole new perspective of the world, shifting to fit that of a father and an unimaginable happiness spread through him.

He had a daughter.

Todara was his daughter.

His and Madara's. Their's.

''So it's really true, then?'' He asked in a faint voice, almost not seeing how Madara was bracing herself for a reaction. ''Todara is ... She's mine?''

''No.'' The raven said in a cold tone, snapping him out of the warmth that had cocooned his heart. It was too painful a return to reality, far more painful than any dreams where he was still playing with his siblings had ever been, where his mother was cording her long, delicate but strong fingers through his hair, where he could hold Madara's hand as they watched the sunset from the Hokage Mountain. ''She's not yours. Not unless you are willing to embrace all that that entails. I will not give her a father only for it to be a shitty father. She is better off imagining that she will one day find him on her own on some travel than knowing her father is a few streets away and doesn't give a damn that his child is there and needs him. Uchiha don't do things halfway, Senju. I will not let you become an emotional or mental scar on my daughter.''

Anger rose to the surface and for once Tobirama didn't bother to hide it. He felt indignant despite knowing he might have deserved such words due to how he treated Madara in the month following their coupling. ''So you would hide it from her? Hide her form me? That is better in some way, deceiving her like that?''

''Uchiha Todara is part of the Uchiha Clan, its next heir.'' The current Uchiha Clan Head said, voice still strangely cold. ''As Clan Head and her mother, I have a right to say what will happen to her. No Uchiha would disagree that such a blemish on a young mind should be prevented. The few Uchiha whose parents came from outside of the clan and who eventually ran away because they could not cope with the intensity of our emotions would agree that it is best to let her imagine a good father than have one that would not be worthy of the title.''

''I think we both know I would never do anything that could in any way negatively affect a child,'' he hissed back, their roles reversed. In the past, when they have found themselves in arguments like these, serious or trivial, it didn't matter, it had always, always been Tobirama was was the cool calm and icy rage underneath the surface with scathing comments while Madara had been the more aggressive attacker, all fire and boiling blood. Being accused that he would in any way bring harm to the only child he might ever get - because he knew his heart was very stubbornly set on Madara and he was glad for it, thank you very much - when everyone knew just how much he loved children grated on his nerves more than anything anyone had ever dared say about him.

''Do we?'' The older one challenged, arching an eyebrow. Tobirama grit his teeth. ''Hn, I can't be so sure.''

''If you didn't know that,'' The Senju challenged right back, not backing down. He had hoped for a more peaceful way to resolve all of their unfinished business, but let's face it: this was them we are talking about. Most of their most civilized conversations were considered bickering by normal standards. He distinctly remembered that even during sex they had been exchanging snips like innuendos. ''Then why did you assign Kagami to me?'' Everyone knew Kagami was Madara's apprentice and practically adopted son. Letting him learn under Tobirama was a show of trust he would have never expected and had clung to so that he could not fall in despair. He had dreamed of the day Madara would return and that that show of trust would mean he had a chance to do things right by her, tell her how he felt, what he would do for her, for them to be together, how much he loved and adored her. He didn't like how that trust was being so casually questioned by the very person who had unexpectedly extended it in the first place. ''And who ever said I wouldn't embrace all that it meant to be Todara's father? I love children and have always wanted my own, and if not from my own blood then adopted with a partner I loved. I thought my only option for having kids was to adopt since I used to think you were a man.''

Madara's jaw dropped from out of its hiding place behind her intertwined fingers and her eyes widened, the tomoe spinning in surprise. ''W-what?''

Tobirama snorted, relaxing now that the tense air was gone even though he had never noticed it developing around them. ''What, you thought I just fancied you because you were a beautiful woman? Madara, I always preferred personality and mind over something as trivial as looks. Sure, I like it when someone is aesthetically pretty, but isn't it a bit shallow to like someone just because of that if their true self doesn't match that beauty?'' He looked away for a moment, feeling his cheeks redden. He was sure the markings on his face were indistinguishable due to his blush. ''You were always all that I wanted in an ideal partner, what with your love for your family, protectiveness for your dear people and your dream, your strength, your courage, your hidden kindness and your wit when we argued. It's hard to find an engaging opponent as a genius and I always liked how you never once backed down from me, even when it was becoming clear I might win some argument. I only later noticed that you might be the most beautiful person that I have ever met and I decided to maybe try and pursue you. That night, I decided to test my boundaries and your interest and to see if we could be more than friends and co-founders and all that jazz, but I didn't want to push you, either, by using your mission against you. So I left you an out by calling you out on your mission and letting you chose to proceed. When you did, I was very happy, and not just because of the incredible sex.'' They both resembled ripe tomatoes at the mention of the sex and couldn't quite meet each other's eyes. ''I thought if you were willing to get physically intimate with me that I knew you well enough for that to mean you might give an actual relationship a chance. But then i realized you were a woman - and while that wasn't a deal breaker, it made things different and I needed to sort out my thoughts. The first being that I had just stolen the virginity of Uchiha Madara.''

Said woman snorted at that, shaking her head. ''Stolen it was now. Had I not liked your advances, you would have know. You would have been painfully aware of it, I assure you.''

Tobirama dipped his head in acknowledgment of the words before returning to the topic. ''I guess I just ... stalled too long considering all the things that would change and before I gathered my courage - and yes, I am implying that I have acted cowardly - you left and we could never find you again. So I just resigned myself to waiting and at least apologizing to you for never being the man I should have been and making an honest woman out of you. I should have at least talked to you.''

''Yes, you should have and apology accepted.'' The Uchiha matriarch said, lowering her hands and gracing him with a small twitch of her lips that was a hesitant smile. ''You can make it up to both me and Todara now. Starting with a nice meal where we can explain to her that you are her father.''

Tobirama chuckled, feeling hope rise in his chest. ''Actually, I think she very much knows already.'' At the curious - and warning, that was definitely a warning - look sent his way, he explained. ''That's why I said originally when our conversation began. Todara found me during my training today and said some things that had us both looking at each other a bit more closely and we both came to the realization of what might be the truth. I can't believe I didn't notice at first. Greatest sensor of my generation my ass.''

Madara snickered behind her hand, obviously enjoying his anger at himself and how oblivious he had been. ''Hey, at least it took you only one day to figure that out. It took years and me actually revealing it for the rest of you idiots to realize I was a girl.''

The albino sent her a dry look at that, obviously not impressed and Madara's snickers turned to genuine, quiet laughter s as not to awaken her daughter. Their daughter. Tobirama really liked the sound of that, and Madara's laughter, as low as it was at the moment. He anticipated with bathed breath the day she would release it fully in his presence. He really, really liked seeing her so happy and carefree.

''Still, a family meal is probably the best idea to see how she feels about this.'' The mother said after she calmed down, a warm smile on her face. Tobirama couldn't look away. ''I would rather have her opinion. Even Tajima when he was the most assholish still asked for my opinion.''

''What about your meetings with Hashirama?'' If what she said was true, then why hadn't that day been avoided? Then again, maybe she would have ended up dead had her father and brother not been there with the same plan as Butsuma had forged. Perhaps this was for the best, the way it had gone down. After all, they had peace now and even a daughter of both clans! That was more than anyone could have hoped for. Still, he was curious about what was different that day.

Madara snorted, disgusted and unimpressed. ''He worried Hashirama was trying to defile me or something and since I look so much like Kaa-san and was his last living memory of her, he was kind of overprotective of me. I was his only daughter, after all. Besides, a female clan heir? Very rare, especially since other clans usually try to kidnap said female heir's to get the upper hand against an enemy. You'd be surprised how many times someone had tried to force the Uchiha's hand by kidnapping our women and trying to force marriages on them. Only Uchihas don't marry anyone but who they love, so even if it happened that they managed to force a legal marriage on a clansmen before we could save them, it's not legally binding by clan laws and we can easily cancel out the marriage.''

''Someone tried that on you?'' He asked, reading between the lines. The humph was answer enough, yet his companion elaborated further.

''The Earth Daimyo's son wanted to marry me after a mission as his secret bodyguard when I was seventeen. I declined, of course, so they dared hire some ninja called Ginkaku and Kinkaku from the Land of Lightning, if I remember right, to capture me.''

''I take it they were not successful?''

''They managed to get me back to the capital, but by that point I had the Mangekyo and Susanoo might or might not have trashed the house of the Daimyo's son.'' The smirk on Madara's face should have sent a shiver of dread down his spine, not arousal. Then again, it was common for shinobi to find strength more attractive than mere appearance. The civilians called them an odd bunch and no shinobi denied it. Civilians were just as strange to them, anyway, all about aesthetic beauty and riches. A shinobi wouldn't know what to do with either if there was not some skill backing it up, or intelligence at the very least.

''Good to know that we probably shouldn't send you into Lightning or Earth Countries for negotiations.'' The Senju mused and was surprised when Madara chuckled.

''If anything, you should send me. They're all so scared shitless of me that they just might agree to whatever treaty I bring with me.''

''Why do you say that?''

''Kinkaku and Ginkaku are infamously strong ninja. They survived an encounter with Kurama, if only barely, a few years before I fought them. Kurama told me they had some of his chakra because he had swallowed them when they tried to seal him away and they ate his meat from the inside until he spat them out, who knows how much later. The fact that I could take them both one had let everyone more than soiling their pants.''

Tobirama let out a whistle, throughly impressed. ''I have chosen well.'' And yes, he did enjoy the blush he received for that comment a bit too much to be healthy, that was for sure.

''You ... really are serious about this, aren't you?''

''I thought it was obvious?''

''Not really,'' the woman said while turning her gaze away. ''I honestly thought you just wanted Todara, as the heir or something. She is part Senju, after all.''

"I ... never did manage to ... confess ... to certain desires of mine." The albino offered a bit haltingly. "I always wanted a family of my own and I had ... developed a certain hope that I could maybe have that with you, one day. It's the whole reason I started flirting with you in the first place, so we could maybe become something more?" Tobirama didn't even realize he was nervously rubbing the back of his neck until the small hairs there tickled his fingers and he forced himself to stop. "Could you ... consider us becoming a couple? And if you're going to say yes just for Todara's sake, then don't. I want a true relationship with you, not one you entered because you felt obliged to."

He looked away when there was silence and just waited, wondering what Madara would do next. He heard the scraping of a chair being pushed back and then shuffling of cloth before his own chair was grabbed and pushed back. He looked up, wondering if he had perhaps somehow offended the raven haired beauty enough for her to punch him when gloved hands took hold of his head and angled it upwards. His eyes widened when soft lips boldly descended on his own before fluttering close, enjoying the chaste kiss, more a brush of lips than anything else. Still, it sent flutters of pleasure through his whole body and he groaned in delight. When Madara started moving back, he snapped his arms out and wrapped them around her waist, pulling her towards him. He was surprised when she went willingly with but a giggle as a reaction. She landed on his lap, easily spreading her legs so his hips were in between her thighs and she deepened the kiss by pressing closer to him. Her hands traveled to his hair as he grabbed her hips, humming in delight as they just made out. After a few minutes spent like this, the Uchiha pulled away, cheeks flushed and lips red from the kissing, a little out of breath. Tobirama was aware that he was not much better off but he still enjoyed the beautiful sight.

"Is that a yes?" The younger asked, never taking his eyes off of her as Madara hummed and leaned forward. Red eyes shuttered when a feather like kiss was placed on his forehead.

"I thought it was obvious?" She teased, lips still brushing his pale skin and he swore he will go mad from just that simple contact. His grip on her tightened and he lifted his head until their lips were aligned, taking her mouth with his yet again. He had missed her taste, despite having sampled it only a handful of times. It was an addicting taste he had not been able to forget even though six years have passed.

''Not really,'' he answered her tease, continuing their little game with a downright seductive grin. He enjoyed the way her eyes lingered on his lips as her gaze rowed over him. ''Would you be willing to clear it up?''

The Uchiha woman threw him back an even more seductive smile as she rolled her hips into his once, making him gasp, before she stood up with the grace of a deadly feline. She took hold of his hand in both of her own and tugged, signaling for him to follow her. ''Gladly, if you are not too scarred to follow?''

Lust shot through Tobirama like a kunai to the heart and he all but ran after his beloved. He didn't care what one might say about him later because of such behavior. For now, he had the only woman he had ever loved leading him to her bedroom and he was not going to complain, far form it.

When they arrived at their destination, Madara wasted no time in pushing him towards the bed, using her surprising strength to topple them down on the soft mattress, a snicker escaping when Tobirama let out an indignant ''Ooph!'' Before he could make a sarcastic comment about the move, though, Madara made her next, sliding into his lap and pushing him down until he was spreadeagled on the bed with the Uchiha beauty straddling his hips. The Senju suddenly felt like he had swallowed his tongue, especially as Madara leaned down and nipped at his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest in a way that would drive any sane man mad. A moan escaped from his throat as skilfully hands slipped under his shirt and started heading upwards, taking the black material with it. Madara leaned back just long enough to rid him of the cloth before she leaned back down and kissed his chest. The teasing of his nibble by deft fingers had Tobirama reciprocating, grabbing gently a handful of Madara's little dress and almost tearing it in his haste to rid her of the offending garment. The dress made Madara look even more beautiful in all of her feminine glory but it was nothing but a hindrance at the moment so it had to go.

''Eager,'' the woman teased as she let herself be disrobed, enjoying the feeling of big hands sliding over her exposed flesh. She liked the way he kneaded her thighs and sensually rubbed her waist, up and down, up and down until she was grabbed and sharp hips ground into her. A delighted gasp escaped her when she felt something hard rub against her womanhood through the panties she wore and she quickly let her hands wander lower to deal with the pants. There were still far too many layers of cloth separating them for either of their liking.

''No sense in denying it.'' Tobirama said in answer, leaning up to a sitting position, lathing his mouth onto hers as he debated slicing through the panties to leave her bare save for the wrappings around her breasts. He knew she might get angry but he decided to ignore that and took out a kunai, making quick work first of the wrappings so her top was open to his ministrations to distract her while he ruined a perfectly good pair of undergarments. He held her hips with one hand and sucked on an erect nipple when she jumped at the cold feeling of a kunai by her other hip as he let the weapon easily slice through the thin material. ''I've been wanting this for a very long time.''

''We've done it once already,'' was the breathy response as long fingers slipped into silver locks. The pants had been barely shifted halfway down his thighs before he had distracted her but ti was now abandoned as Madara doubted she'd have the mental capacity to focus on it while Tobirama was fingering her entrance. She had to bite her lips pretty hard to stop all the moans from escaping her throat. It felt too good. She probably wouldn't have been this sensitive had she had any intercourse during these past six years - some nights in her early pregnancy had been torture without a partner - but she was Uchiha and she would be damned if she let anyone but her chosen touch her. ''You've had a taste.''

''Hm, yes. A taste that served to drive me mad these past six years.'' Well, at least the sentiment was shared, she thought as she shuddered under his ministrations. She cried out when he suddenly bit her shoulder, ensuring there would be a hickey there come tomorrow. She was just glad he hadn't left it in a harder to hide place. She wasn't sure she wanted to be suffocated by Hashirama's overzealous hugs should he find out that they were together and that Todara was actually his niece. All thoughts of her best friend's embarrassing reaction fled her thoughts, however, when Tobirama rolled his hips into hers and she felt his bulge again.

That was motivation enough for her hands to wander back down, her breathing increasing in speed as she finished her earlier task. There was a warm, wet tongue giving her earlobe enough attention to have her a squirming mess in her partner's strong embrace but Madara didn't let that distract her from stroking the straining erection. She throughly enjoyed the moan she got in return for her efforts, purring like a cat as she felt it vibrate from Tobirama's chest into her own.

''You were mad long before I gave you a taste.'' She whispered against his lips, tangling her free fingers into white hair, pressing ghost kisses against the younger man's lips. A tease, to drive him mad further, if he was complaining so much. She steeled herself for the bucking she had expected and remained in her position, not letting Tobirama turn them over. Where would the fun be in that? ''Ah, ah, ah!'' She tutted while waving a finger in front of his eyes as though he were a misbehaving child. ''None of that.''

''Can you please not torment me like this?'' That made the Uchiha Clan Head stop altogether to stare at him, startled by the request. Yes, request, not a demand. The last time they did this, he had been the assertive one, Madara spread out before him like a delicious meal he had devoured all too eagerly. But she guessed they were on even footing this time around. It would seem he had abstained as long as she had, for he had wanted no other. Just like her. Madara had to commend him for that. Even ever fateful Uchiha men had a problem abstaining that long, should it ever lead to that. Madara's aunt have always told her that it was a power women held over men, making them want so much that if they want for too long, they might go mad or into rut like common beasts. Not even the best trained male courtesans could induce such desire in a man like a woman can, especially if she was a woman they loved.

That thought softened up Madara's face, a loving look entering her eyes that she feared might be lost to Tobirama in his need for her at the moment. She wasn't the best socially apt person and she wasn't sure she could properly convey her emotions to another person, especially one almost as bad as she was. She and Tobirama truly will make quite the socially awkward pair. Still, she wouldn't want anyone else.

Due to this revelation and her own frustrations, Madara didn't dwindle any longer and grabbed her lover's member, positioned it where it should be and slowly sank down until Tobirama bottomed out. Both of them gasped at the feeling of being united like this again and Madara leaned her forehead against his, trying to gather her wits from where they had been scattered to the winds as soon as he sank into her fully. She enjoyed the fluttering kisses he placed all over her face in an almost too soft glide of lips against her flushed skin. And he looked utterly wrecked, something that greatly appealed to Madara's pride.

She set a slow, sensual pace, rolling and grinding her hips, the delicious pressure between her legs making her moan. Tobirama caressed her thighs as she moved, uttering praises as he bucked his hips up to match her, drawing moans and gasps from them both as they moved in that ancient, instinctual dance of love and life. They were not nearly as frantic as they were the first time, instead taking their time to properly learn each other's bodies, likes and dislikes and all of their scars and weak spots. It was a gentle meeting of lovers, not just a quick fuck and that only turned them on more. This was what proved to the other that maybe they could have more, more than just quick encounters to sate their mutual needs.

As their peak came closer, though, their pace increased as well but it never lost that affectionate edge that had them clinging to each other as they chased that pleasurable release just out of reach. Tobirama reached with one hand towards Madara's, entwining their fingers and drawing her body flush against his as he got close. Madara reciprocated by slotting their mouths together as though they were puzzle pieces, meant to fit each other perfectly, and rode him quicker, harder, clinging to his bicep for leverage as she finally brought them over the edge, white flashing in front of both of their eyes before they finally fell still. They never let go of each other, even as Tobirama gently pulled out and laid down with Madara on his chest. Despite them both being active duty shinobi, trained to last hours and maybe even days of battle, they were still panting from their activities, legs entwined and their hands still gripping each other, as though fearful if they let go, it would all be revealed to be nothing more but a beautiful, wistful dream that could never be.

Tobirama sighed in content, bringing one hand up to card his fingers through the messy mane of midnight black hair that belonged to his beloved, enjoying the feeling of those spiky-looking but incredibly soft strands sliding through his fingers. He felt honored to be allowed to touch this woman's beloved hair, as he knew only her closest family members could get away with it without an attempt at strangulation, stabbing or burning on Madara's part. She really did have a prickly personality, he though with both fondness and exasperation, all of it somehow mixed in with affectionate adoration. Dear Sage, what he wouldn't do to make Madara happy!

He wasn't even aware he was falling asleep until it finally registered that there was a pleasant humming sound reaching his ears before his world went blissfully dark.

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"Tanima, you should seriously stop messing with Todara," Tobirama said with a reproaching tone and a slight scowl three weeks later as he, Todara, Kagami, Tanima and Tsunade helped Hisaki and his small clan move into the house Hashirama had built for them in Konoha. They had been at it for two hours, unsealing the blond family's possessions and placing them around the house, as per Madara's request. Hisaki's father tried to reassure her that no help was needed, as they weren't exactly a wealthy or big clan like hers, but the Uchiha matriarch would hear none of it and so here they were now, unpacking. The Senju still couldn't believe he, too, had been roped into this but he figured he ought to be in her good graces considering what question he wanted to pop.

He couldn't believe that it had been three blissful weeks since Madara's unexpected return with an even more surprising companion. In those three weeks, Tobirama swore he had seen a glimpse of heaven, starting from the moment he had woken up to Madara in his arms, that promised family lunch they had that very same day with Todara and continuing on when he finally had some help in dealing with Hashirama at work. Goodness sake, he had missed Madara's ability to make Hashirama focus on his work! His Anija never dared piss off his best friend as they all knew she was petty enough to give him the silent treatment like you would a five year old. Hashirama was unable to withstand it from Madara of all people and she was completely immune to his sulking and pouting. If you wanted something done on time, you had two options: take it up to Tobirama and wait for it to be done an hour before the deadline while Tobirama scolds his brother and Hashirama returns from his sulking due to get scolded by his baby brother or risk her ire and take it up with Madara and have it done within the hour. More than one person despaired when they realized they no longer have that option six years ago, only to celebrate Madara's return three weeks ago.

There had been a cake.

Tobirama himself had paid for it.

Hashirama had just been glad to have his friend back.

In those three weeks, Tobirama had taken his promise to heart and had spent as much time as he could with his lover and their daughter, resulting in him falling in love with Madara all over again and becoming completely besotted with the girl he had had a part in creating. Todara had taken the news in stride and had accepted Tobirama with arms wide open. She said she had had a suspicion it was him long before she met him, due to how much her Kaa-chan talked about him, which had caused pride and affection to rise in the Senju, especially since Madara had went beat red as soon as the words were out of her daughter's mouth. Both father and daughter had decided that they will need to team up against Madara more often than not to get by every day, but Madara still reigned supreme and it was clear who wore the pants in that household, as the biju always took Madara's side. They had agreed to get Izuna on their side, too, as soon as they actually tell anyone that Tobirama was Todara's father and maybe try to bribe Kagami, too, but the boy was not leaving Madara's side quite yet.

With Hikaku, they already knew it was pointless, as the cousin had suffered enough under Izuna the past six years. He, more than anyone, could not stand the tensions between Izuna and Toka, especially since he had to follow the Uchiha Heir around all the time as his bodyguard.

It took the village a week or so to get used to not only Madara's return and the fact that the Uchiha Clan now had one more Main House member, but also to the biju that often followed either mother or daughter around like lost puppies. You rarely saw Madara without Kurama slung around her shoulders or at least walking beside her, the size of a horse, and at least two more biju went after them, varying from day to day. Todara also seemed to drag around at the very least three with her all the time, mostly Shukaku and Chomei. When Son Goku trailed after Madara to a council meeting, he sneered and flared at anyone who even looked ready to argue a good point just for the sake of arguing it. Things went a lot more smoothly if Matatabi was there to manage him. Saiken and Isobu no one had a problem with, as they were the nicest of the lot, Kokuo stayed mostly silent when outside of Madara's house but in contrast, Gyuki was loud enough that people flinched away from him when he talked. Still, they all feared Kurama the most, the Kyuubi being the most powerful of the nine and also the most fiery and argumentative, a lot like Madara in that regard. It was now a nightmare when Tobirama and Madara eventually ended up in one of their bickering matches regarding this matter or that. Hashirama always looked ready to cry and half of the council were ready to tear their hair out. Toka and Izuna had bonded well over their cackling at everyone's misery and Tobirama and Madara ...

Well, let's just say that the make up sex was amazing and well worth it.

What really surprised Tobirama was that no one had realized there was a large difference between their past relationship and their current one. Yes, they still snapped at each other, but there were a lot more meaningful glances the other's way when they were exchanging similar opinions on some matter. They didn't even argue as often as they used to! Surely someone would have noticed if their bickering lessened? But no, no they did not. They were as oblivious to it as Hashirama had been that his best friend was actually a girl. Tobirama wondered if they were really surrounded by so many idiots. Not even the Nara seemed to have gotten it.

Then again, most of the male population of the village was still busy staring at Madara every time she was in presence. She had stopped wearing her armor every day, a habit she had picked up from living with the Namikazes in a small civilian village where such behavior would have caused panic. Tobirama would have been annoyed had he not been appreciating the results of this new habit himself. The only thing that annoyed him was that at least he was allowed to look while the others ... He felt no remorse when Todara eventually got fed up with them and started using both fire and water to chase them away. He only helped Madara scold her when she got the biju involved, too, and it was only just affirming grunts to whatever reprimands Madara made. He knew his lover was well aware that he didn't much mind Todara's approach to the matter, if her glare was anything to judge by, but she had not called him out on his jealousy yet so he wasn't going to bring it up himself, either.

That should have been clue enough that their relationship had changed. That and Tobirama spending every free moment with the two Uchiha ladies of the Main House, but people had written that off as catching up with the work Madara had not been doing in the village but rather sending from a distance and him also taking Todara up as one of his students, which sounded like a logical enough conclusion seeing as she was both a sensor and a very powerful suiton user even if it was only her secondary affinity. They saw them training together once and had simply assumed. Neither one of them corrected them on it and it stayed as it was. It was none of their business what father and daughter did to pass their time, anyway.

The amount of time he spent with both females made him feel like he had made up for at least a fraction of the lost time and he was happy, unimaginably so, for that, yet he knew he could spend his whole life with them and never feel like there was nothing new to learn about them. A side effect of being an Uchiha, he guessed, as they were all just so baffling day in and day out. He loved them both just the way they are.

Which was why he was a bit nervous about the decision he was making. He had not informed anyone about Todara being his daughter or the fact that he wanted to ask Madara a very important question today, whenever he got the chance to speak with the woman. Not even their closest family members knew who Todara's father was. Maybe Hikaku and Mito were beginning to suspect but Izuna and Toka were a bit too focused on each other these days and Hashirama was his oblivious self. Maybe it was only a matter of time or maybe it will take them actually spelling it out to them, but that didn't matter. He had more worries in the form of Madara's answer. He didn't even care what his own Elders or the Uchiha Elders might say. He knew the Uchiha Elders won't make a fuss after Madara tells them who he was to both her and Todara but the Senju Elders will have some not so nice things to say and he would rather not be tempted to wring their necks.

He can only bless the gods for making Todara so open with information regarding her Kaa-chan when she had just arrived in Konoha and revealed the most ancient of Uchiha traditions regarding them sleeping only with those who they plan to marry and spend the rest of their lives with and marrying only out of love. He had not known that, he would not have been nearly as confident that this will go okay as he was now and yet he was still nervous. Uchiha don't ask like this; he knew, he had asked Kagami and Izuna both very subtly. But the gesture was very important for a Senju and he hopes Madara will accept it.

''It's not healthy, Tanima-kun,'' Kagami said with a chuckle, carrying around a box of silverware and plates to find their rightful places while Minoe directed him from her rocking chair. She was a small, polite woman whose hair still showed signs of that signature blond that seemed to define the Namikaze Clan, despite being eighty. Takahashi was arranging some charms that resembled dream catchers around the house, something he had explained to be a tradition for their wind natured family and that it helped sooth their chakra while keeping evil spirits and foul wishes away from their home. He had noticed Madara had one beautiful charm in her own kitchen, looking as though it had been forged out of fire itself with its reds, yellows, oranges, purples, blues, whites and even greens. ''I see how much she is like Madara-sama and you better hope her reach is not as long as Shishou's or else you'll be dead before you register she's making hand seals.''

''Kami forbid if she actually uses fuinjutsu to shut you up forever. You won't be able to breathe and you'll die in minutes!'' Hisaki added, wide eyed, still not used to how very aggressive the Uchiha can be despite living six years with two. Learning there was an entire clan like them had shaken him up a bit, as he was a mild-mannered boy, gentle spoken and a bit on the quiet side.

Todara snorted, disgusted with her older friend's behavior. ''He'll die faster from not talking at all than from a lack of air.''

"Hey! You're all being so unfair to me!" The whine the man produced was far too close to Hashirama's for any of the Konoha shinobi's comfort. Tobirama even snorted at the resemblance to his brother. Rare few could match his whining. "Besides, it's only a matter of time until Dara-chan gives in and goes on a date with me."

It was Kagami who snorted in disgust this time around. "Unlikely. Uchihas don't change life partners ease, even when one dies. It takes years and a life changing experience for an Uchiha to consider a new lover."

"Besides," Minoe croaked from her rocking chair, giving Tsunade a few books to arrange on the shelf a few feet away. "Madara-Joo is absolutely in love with Toda-chan's father. Madara-Joo won't be taking another lover for the rest of her life." Tobirama felt his heart skip a beat and he refrained from either crying out in joy or from puffing his chest up in pride to have had earned Madara's affections like that. That was a good boot to his confidence levels regarding his certain question.

"I don't think she'll appreciate us talking about her affairs behind her back, you guys," Takahashi called from the kitchen, arranging the cupboards there. "Joo-sama can hold one hell of a grudge."

"Why do you call auntie Madara a queen?" Tsunade asked the one question half of the village had been wondering upon hearing how Hisaki called the woman who had raised him and his family since they first arrived. No one else really dared ask, Tobirama found it a bit offensive since Madara might as well be a goddess in his eyes - yes, he was that lovestruck, if anyone is asking - and the Uchiha Clan simply approved. "I mean, she is all pretty and commanding, but I still want to know."

"Dara-chan protected our little village for six years." Tanima responded almost immediately. "Yes, she is pretty - very much so! - and she is commanding, but we call her Joo-sama because we respect her and for her strength. Yes, the ninja world has declared that idiotic father of yours as a God of Shinobi," there was obvious derision in his voice as he said Hashirama's title and the younger Senju brother arched an eyebrow at the strange behavior. He'll have to keep an eye no him. He sounds envious. "But Dara-chan is obviously the Goddess of Shinobi. But since no one wants to call her that and she would prefer not to be called that, either, we settled for Joo-sama. Well, except for me. I call her Dara-chan!"

"Which she hates," Todara countered, a glare on her face. "She doesn't let even Uncle Izuna call her something like that."

"Even Hashirama knows not to call her that." Tobirama agreed and the two exchanged secretive smirks. "And he's the only one who can beat her."

"Not anymore~!" Chomei chirped from where she was keeping Minoe company. The old woman was as at ease with the biju as the two Uchiha kunoichi were. The entire Namikaze family and even Tanima were, too. Tobirama was still only getting used to their oppressive presences constantly invading his senses. At least he was not uneasy around them like the rest of the villagers.

Minoe chuckled and nodded in agreement. ''Not with these cute creatures on her side.'' She pet Chomei for emphasis.

''These cute deadly creatures.'' Madara's voice came from behind them and Todara immediately put down whatever it was she was holding to bolt towards her mother, an excited laugh escaping her lips. Madara scooped her child up with a chuckle of her own, spinning her around in a circle before cuddling her like any mother would. More than one person was jealous of her. "Creatures that can grow bigger than the Hokage Mountain and can level actual mountains with just their tails."

"Not that we do," Shukaku said grumpily, coming to cuddle up to Madara, too. It was quite surprising that such deadly beings could be so cuddly and friendly. They really did act like animals out of a petting zoo where Madara and Todara were concerned.

"Not that you can," Kurama teased, jumping down from her shoulder and sauntered over to the couch, lounging there as though he belonged there. "I, on the other hand, can."

"Oh by the mother of chakra, not this shit again." Matatabi groaned while Gyuki laughed.

Madara laughed at them before shaking her head in amusement. "You guys are ridiculous." She said it with no lack of fondness in her tone, ruffling Todara's hair and depositing Shukaku on her head. She looked towards Tobirama pointedly and he couldn't help but feel his breathing hitch. He had noticed it in the past few days but Madara looked especially beautiful today. There was something like a certain glow around her that made her amazing beauty stand out even more. He couldn't tell what it was, exactly, but it made her even more lovely than she usually was and he fell in love with her over and over again each and every day, several times a day. He just felt enamored with her whenever he saw her. "Can I speak with Tobirama in private for a moment or do you need him?"

"It's fine," Takahashi dismissed with a wave of his hand and a small smile. Madara nodded at them in a sort of farewell before she walked out of the small house again, fully expecting Tobirama to follow her out. The Senju did after bowing to the small family and ruffling Kagami's and Todara's hair on the way out. Kurama stopped the other biju from following after them, seeming to know what they were going to talk about. The albino wondered what it was all about but he didn't question the woman when he caught up to her and she lead them to the little bench on the porch.

"I suggest you sit down. I don't know how you will react to these news." A white eyebrow arched but at her pointed silence he did as he was bid and sat down, waiting for her to continue. She graced him with a thankful and slightly strained smile as she came to stand in front of him, taking his face in a gloved hand and caressing his cheek with her thumb. Tobirama leaned into the affectionate gesture, enjoying it throughly. He could stay here for the rest of his life, with Madara's eyes looking at him so lovingly and he'd die happy.

"You can tell me anything and I promise not to overreact." He swore, lifting one of his own hands to tug off the glove so he can feel her sightly calloused fingers on his skin. Madara more often than not fought with her gloves on so her hands were still pretty soft. It felt heavenly.

She chuckled, warm and affectionate. "I'm not sure anyone can not overreact to these type of news." Before he could question her or think up a smart comeback, she lifted her other hand and stepped closer, holding his head with both hands and guiding it to her stomach. He went to question her when something spiked in his sensory abilities as soon as his forehead touched her stomach. Her chakra signature felt ... different. It was such a small difference that he would not have noticed it had he not been touching her. This change in her signature ... it almost felt like another chakra signature beside her own.

"Wha?"

"I sensed it the first time around when I was only two weeks along," the Uchiha said, petting his head as though he were a child in need or comfort and affection. "I realized what it was when I was three weeks along. It now feels just like when Todara was coming. The last time, I left before it became obvious to other sensors but I thought you should know this time around. You'd probably have noticed it in a week's time, anyway. I wanted you to know. I thought we could maybe ... start a real family."

Red eyes were huge as he got out of his seat and sank to his knees before Madara, a hand reaching up to gently rub the flat stomach that will eventually grow as the weeks pass. "You're ... pregnant?" He was sure there were stars in his eyes as soon as he received a nod. He might have startled Madara when he buried his face in her stomach and hugged her around the waist so suddenly before letting go and pushing her back and around gently until it was she who was sitting down. "That's wonderful!" He told her with the largest, silliest grin forming on his face. He didn't remember ever grinning this widely in his life. Another child, like Todara? One he could watch from birth, love and care for every day? He was thrilled, he was so impossibly happy he feared this had all been just a dream, these last few weeks, that Madara had never returned and that they had no daughter let alone were they expecting a second kid! If it was a dream, he hoped he never woke up. "That's fantastic!" He surged up a little so he can kiss her, enjoying her giggle. He'd never heard her giggle before. It was cute.

"I'm so glad you're pleased." She told him, carding her fingers through his messy hair again.

"Of course I'm pleased! I'm happy!" He told her exuberantly. He for a second wondered if he looked like Hashirama as he grinned like this. He didn't really care. "This is perfect! It gives me even more reason to do this!" He didn't see how confused Madara was as he pulled away a little, rummaging through his weapons pouch. He smiled even wider and he was aware his face was red when he found what he was looking for. He out the pouch away and presented his find to Madara, who let out a delighted little gasp. He took hold of her hand and placed a kiss on it while opening the velvet little black box with his other hand, revealing a simple but charming white gold ring with a ruby and a sapphire. He locked his eyes onto Madara's startled Sharingan ones and smiled lovingly up at her. "I already wanted to do this since you came back but I figured we should get used to each other in both our old and this new capacity before I asked for your hand in marriage. I hope I am not presuming too much when I dare ask you to marry me. I love you and i adore our little Todara and I am prepared to get hassled by your biju every day for the rest of my life if you would only say yes. I promise to never be so cowardly as to not say anything like I did six years ago. You are my goddess, Madara. You might have only one follower but I promise to worship you more than a million other followers could. Would you make me the happiest man alive by marr-"

He was cut off by an overenthusiastic kiss that he had no complaints about as he now had an armful of beautiful Uchiha. He ignored the cheering from Todara, Kagami, Tsunade, the Namikazes and the biju as well as the startled sputtering from both of their respective brothers and cousins, the demands of when and how going right over his head. He couldn't care less. What did they matter? All that mattered was Madara in his arms, his daughter and adopted soon to be son a few feet away and the still yet to be born babe his beloved soon to be wife - or already legitimate wife, by Uchiha traditions - was carrying.

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9 months later ...

"Tobirama," said man's sister in law called out gently, a happy and elated smile on her face as she entered the waiting room. Tobirama's head and everyone else's snapped up at her approach and they stared at the red haired Uzumaki, silently demanding that Mito reveal the news. The white haired Senju looked ready to start bitting at his nails in a nervous gesture he had never had before. The biju - save Kurama, who refused to leave Madara's side even after even Tobirama was kicked out of her room - were all chewing on one of their tails each, except Shukaku who was chewing his tail and one of Matatabi's, much to the Nibi's displeasure. Hashirama had actually managed to walk a circular hole in the floor and Tsunade, Todara and Kagami were vibrating with excitement. Toka, three months pregnant with her and Izuna's twins, looked ready to snap at Mito to get it over with already while Izuna's hair was messier than anyone had ever seen it before. Hikaku was fidgeting. At least Mito had remained coolheaded, as had the Uchiha Clan Head despite her water having broken during an important meeting with the Kirigakure delegation. She was a kunoichi through and through.

Outside of the hospital, the entirety of the Uchiha Clan and a good number of Senju were waiting for an update of a new heir while there were a few bitter Senjus waiting to see if birth had managed to do what no amount of jutsu and weapons could and take down the Uchiha Clan Head. Many villagers had also gathered to hear the newest gossip and Tobirama had been ready to chase them all away with how frazzled he had become when he realized it was time for the baby to come. It was the first time anyone other than Madara had seen him lose his composure so completely.

"Are they both okay?" The father asked, jumping to his feet jerkily. It had been a fast labor, Madara being a naturally strong woman with a high pain tolerance so that she had not uttered a sound and the baby had taken after both mother and father and had sped into the world in a matter of two hours as opposed to some lengthier labors.

Mito couldn't help but smile wider as she fully stepped into the room, revealing a little bundle in her arms. "Madara is just fine, if a bit tired. We're cleaning her up a bit now - she had demanded to hold the little one before we could clean him up, some Uchiha tradition or something." She offered before directing her dark eyes to the slumbering babe. "Your son ... Well, you can see for yourself."

Tobirama all but teleported to her side, shaky hands reaching for the tiny boy that was his and Madara's second child. It was already clear that he, too, looked more like his mother although that could change as he grew and when puberty hit. For now, he had a chubby, round face and large Uchiha-black eyes, midnight black hair - and lots of it - with a tuft at the top of his head the same silver as Tobirama's hair and Todara's bangs. "He's beautiful." The proud father breathed in awe, smiling when his son gripped the offered finger in a strong hold. "Did she name him?"

Mito nodded and ruffled Tsunade's hair as she begged to meet her younger cousin. "Meet Uchiha-Senju Todama."

"Todama?" The younger Senju brother asked in confusion, ignoring how Hashirama had fainted as though he was the father, the over-excitable idiot.

The redhead grinned. "She thought it a good joke to name him after both of you and your daughter, but she wanted to carry on the Senju naming traditions by adding the 'ma' at the end of his name. Maybe your next one can be Matobi or Tobima or something." She was definitely enjoying this, a bit too much.

"She can't be serious." Toka laughed, knowing full well the Uchiha was. Izuna didn't care much, too busy cooing at his little nephew. Kagami had Todara on his shoulders and both were making funny faces as their youngest brother. Todama just gurgled happily.

"Senju-sama," a nurse called out and Tobirama looked up to see her smiling nervously at him. "Your wife is asking for you and your children."

"Go on," Hikaku urged him while trying to fan Hashirama back to consciousness with little success. "And don't drop my nephew, Senju."

Tobirama would have ran or Hiraishined to Madara's side if only he didn't fear it might be bad for his newborn son, who was now falling asleep against his chest as Todara and Kagami ran after him excitedly. When they entered her room, Madara looked exhausted yet happy and content as she watched her approaching family with warmth in her eyes. She never looked more beautiful to him than she did now, despite how sweaty she still was from bringing their second child into the world. Tobirama sat down beside her on the bed and put Todama in his wife's arms, kissing her forehead affectionately while Kagami and Todara found spots on the hospital beds for themselves, too.

The Uchiha Clan Head was content to spend the next hour or so cooing with her family at their youngest member, leaning on her beloved husband's shoulder and watching over all her dear ones as they slowly filed in. She could have never thought that her friendship with that dorky boy she met by the river could bring her such peace and happiness after a lifetime of hardships and she had never been so glad to have taken Hashirama's hand that fateful day.

Her life as it was now was just perfect.

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