A Perfect Storm

Author's Note: I got a request for a rather unique pairing and decided to grant it. In this case, it will involve time travel and the pairing will be female Sasuke x Tobirama. In this story, Sasuke was born female and her name is Suki. This story will also obviously diverge from canon in some pretty radical ways. If any of that bothers you, you might want to turn back now. For those of you still here, I hope you enjoy this story and reviews are always appreciated.

Chapter Notation: I'm not certain if the show ever went into detail about chakra transfusion, but I consider it a fairly plausible canon idea.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and make no profit from my fanfics.

Chapter 1

So much blood had been spilt to get to this point, but the ninja world was finally at peace. The price to achieve was still weighing heavily on many a soul, but it was here.

Survivors had banded together to mourn those who had been lost and rebuild what they could. Everyone as far as Suki Uchiha could tell was looking forward to writing a happier chapter in history. Content to turn the page on the bloody chapters in their past.

Everyone except her.

"You were right." Suki sighs as he fingers trace over Itachi's name on the Memorial Stone. "I am foolish, but I have to try. You didn't deserve this. None of our family truly did. Neither did the countless ninjas who died achieving this peace."

There was a certain comfort in seeing his name finally on the stone. If anyone had deserved such a macabre honor, it was her brother.

The truth behind Itachi's actions was now known. The Leaf was safe and in theory, all was well. She could move on with her life.

It should have been enough, but it wasn't.

"I'm sorry, Itachi." She places some daffodils on his grave. "I have to at least try. They say these flowers can represent new beginnings and that's what I intend to give you and the rest of our family. Ironically, I think it will be Tobirama who helps me pull this off."

He was the most suspicious of their Clan, but Suki was now fully aware what had happened during the fight with Madara and afterwards. The Second Hokage had helped to heal her injuries.

His actions had likely been guided by guilt to some degree, but he didn't have to. It would have been all too easy to allow her to die. He hadn't, though.

"Hashirama is friendlier, of course." To Suki, Tobirama was about as cuddly as a cactus. "It was really the Second Hokage who set most of this in motion before. His decision to have our family lead the Uchiha Police Force that lead to this."

It'd be a lie to say that it was all Tobirama's fault. The strife between her family, the Senju Clan, and the Leaf had been like magma. Existing just underneath the surface of the volcano and sometimes it would explode. The lava turning everything into ash.

This time, she knew when the eruptions were supposed to occur. She could rewrite history. The risks of going back in time were great, but after studying the technique she had devised for countless hours and carefully analyzing as many possibilities as she could foresee, Suki Uchiha was ready to take that risk.

Sighing, she Flickers back to the privacy of the newly rebuilt Uchiha District. She could hardly perform this Jutsu in public.

Suki activates her Rinnegan and Sharingan as she summons her chakra. This was it. Her chance to save her family and countless other lives. All she had to do was play her cards right.

The chakra pools around her, formerly blue skies were now heavy with black clouds as the lightning strikes.

She didn't flinch. Controlling lightning jutsus were now almost as easy as breathing. Suki would channel the power of the lightning, her own chakra, and her bloodlines to send her back.

There was just one catch. If she ran out of chakra during the Jutsu, Suki knew that Kakashi was right. If she used up all her chakra, she would die.

"I won't let that happen." She'd only get one shot at this and Suki wouldn't waste it. That was her last coherent thought before the lightning slammed into her and she had the sensation of being shoved into a spinning void.

The sound of thunder and lightning in the distance makes Tobirama's heart catch in his throat. The weather had been perfect only a moment ago and now, the sky was so dark…it looked as if day had turned into night.

"Tobirama, we must hurry. This kind of storm can't be natural." Hashirama races along his side.

His brother was right. There was also the matter of the chakra density in the air. One didn't need to be a sensory type to realize that a powerful jutsu of some kind had just been utilized.

The charka was all at once familiar and yet not. "Damn Uchihas."

That was an Uchiha Chakra signature, he was sure of it but not one he recognized. Then again, the Clan was a numerous one. It was possible that he hadn't encountered every single member. Surely, some would have blended into the background, but the intensity of the jutsu was one that was too prominent for a wallflower Uchiha.

The prospect of a wallflower Uchiha was an amusing one. An oxymoron if he had ever heard one. Tobirama would have laughed had the situation not been so serious.

When they got closer, he hears his brother gasp. "Tobirama, I can't believe it. I think it's Izuna."

On instinct, Tobirama was prepared to swat his brother upside the head for such a foolish notion. "It can't be, he's dead."

Tobirama had landed the mortal blow himself. It had almost evoked yet another conflict between his Clan and the Uchihas. Only Hashirama's and Madara's agreement had stopped it.

"I know. I was at the funeral, but I'm telling you that it's him." Hashirama stared in confusion.

Still, his brother could almost be forgiven for his mistake. The sole moving figure on the ground was indeed Uchiha and looked a great deal like Izuna. There were however a few noticeable, key differences.

The person in question had far longer hair than Izuna and was decidedly female. Slowly, but surely that was becoming more apparent as she slowly tries to rise to her feet.

"Idiot, that's not Izuna. Last I checked, Izuna Uchiha was not a woman." Tobirama scoffs.

She was bloodied from battle, the left sleeve of her kimono had been burned off, and it was all too obvious the only reason she hadn't lost consciousness was due to sheer Uchiha stubbornness.

"A woman in need of help." Hashirama starts towards her, but Tobirama was faster.

Things between their own Clan and the Uchihas were far too tense. The last thing he needed was for this woman to die on them. Madara would likely blame him for the death of another member of his family.

"Conserve your energy. You can explain all of this later." He gingerly lifts the battered woman into his arms, mindful of the injuries he knew about and the ones he likely didn't. "You're chakra is too low. You'll need an infusion."

He begins racing her off, trying to be gentle as Hashirama follows him. His brother as always was well, a chatterbox.

"Don't worry, you're alright. We've got you. We're going to take you back to the village and get you patched up. What were you doing out here? Who were those ninjas you fought?" Hashirama looks at her with concern.

Indeed. There had been several ninjas who had gotten caught in whatever jutsu the woman had cast.

"Hashirama, the woman is only a step or two away from death's door. She can answer those questions later. Right now, we need to get her medical care and as much as it pains me to say it, we need to notify Madara." Tobirama frowns at the thought as he looks down at the woman in his arms.

Madara was going to be furious. He'd want answers. Answers that currently Tobirama didn't have access to.

To make matters worse, her resemblance to Izuna was too striking not to notice. This woman had to be closely related to Madara.

"Of course. You take her to the hospital. I'll tell Madara what happened." Hashirama flits off.

She couldn't possibly be his sister. Madara's father had five sons, but no one had ever mentioned a daughter. In the unlikely event an Uchiha woman hadn't been trained for combat, her existence surely would have been common knowledge at least.

"T-Thank you for saving me." The voice was little more than a hoarse whisper, but Tobirama hears it all the same.

"An Uchiha saying thank you?" He arches a brow, racing them into the village and towards the recently built hospital. "That's certainly a first. I'd wonder if you were an Uchiha at all in light of that were it not for your ignoring my earlier order. You need to conserve your strength. You can thank me by surviving."

She looks as though were going to say something, perhaps even apologize. The woman catches herself though, casting him an apologetic look.

That's when he notices something that makes his blood run cold. "Gods and Goddesses, you Uchihas are going to be the death of me. You have the Mangekyo Sharingan."

How was that even possible? Such an occurrence was rare enough that every member of the Uchiha Clan who had managed to manifest it, would have been widely known.

There were only two possibilities. Either she had only just now activated it or somehow this woman had kept her true visual prowess a secret.

Amusement dances in her crimson eyes along with the tomoe. He'd never really thought about the aesthetical appeal of the Sharingan before. It had always been a symbol of battle.

"I cannot believe you're mocking me without saying a single word. Don't think that I don't realize you're laughing at me. You've got a great deal of explaining to do." He snorts, taking her inside the hospital.

There was apparently a first time for everything, though. This woman was in no shape to fight and he was carrying her. It would have been impossible not to ponder such things. It was strange how the crimson red hue of her Sharingan when complimented by long lashes produced an oddly alluring effect when he knew damn well what those eyes were capable of.

A pained giggle was her only response. Wonderful. Uchihas were evolving. Now they came with long eyelashes, apologies, and giggled.

Clearly, the traditional Uchiha archetype that Madara embodied wasn't bad enough to deal with. Now, they were trying to doom them all through a more sneaky approach. Luring them all into a false sense of security.

"Lord Tobirama, what happened to that woman?" A medic rushes over to him, her eyes filled with horror.

"We're not certain. There was a battle of some kind. She will need emergency care. A chakra transfusion is a must." He grimances, following the nurse to a treatment area. "I do not know her affinity for certain and she needs every drop of chakra she has. So performing a test seems risky. She is clearly an Uchiha, though. Try a fire chakra transfusion."

"Yes, Lord Tobirama. I'll get started right away." The medic nods, saluting him as Tobirama places the Uchiha woman onto the bed.

He really did have to get her name at some point. Just calling her woman would get rude and repetitive after awhile.

No matter. Madara would likely be arriving soon. He'd surely know who the hell this woman was.

"Excellent. My brother and I shall do our best to ensure that Madara doesn't interrupt your treatment of her. I do encourage you to be swift, though." He smacks his forehead in frustration. "We all know how patient Madara is not when it comes to anything, but particularly his Clan."

Pretty eyelashes and giggles aside, Tobirama knew one thing without a doubt. This woman was going to cause him to have a many headache in the near future. Whether it was intentional or not, it was inevitable.