Misunderstandings
by InsomniackNixie
Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto anime or manga, nor am I making any money from this story. That honour belongs to Mr. Masashi Kishimoto.
Summary: Madara is lusting after Tobirama, but believes him to be a cold-hearted ass who hates all Uchiha. Tobirama has been seeing Madara in a new light since he was fifteen, but believes Madara loves his older brother Hashirama. Izuna is in a coma not dead.
Chapter 1:Idle Musings
Madara was being cantankerous again. What! He had nothing else to entertain himself with, being a dick would just have to do. It isn't as if he could do what he really wanted to do, he was sure that at least Hashirama would object if he tossed his younger brother onto the table and screwed the little prick brainless in front of everyone.
His mind traitorously supplied him with flashes of pale sweaty skin, heavy lidded eyes, and panting breaths before he abruptly cut that line of thought off as he felt a stirring in his loins. 'Damn it! I need to stop thinking these things in meetings when I can't do anything to relieve myself.' He scowled in frustration, and of course Hashirama chose that moment to turn and, seeing the thunderous scowl on his 'best friend's' face hesitated slightly. Madara quickly schooled his features into calm neutrality, in no way did he want to have to think up an excuse for his previously vexed look. 'I can just imagine his reaction if I ever did tell him I wanted to fuck his 'little' brother. He'd probably cram an acorn up my ass and grow a mighty oak out of it.' He thought irreverently, fighting a smirk.
'Yes! Finally! The meeting is finished.' Madara all but bolted out the door before Hashirama could ask him to stay and 'discuss (argue)' future plans for Konoha. Half way to his home Madara became aware that his icy-haired nemesis was following him and, thinking of his desk back at the Uchiha residences silently fumed, 'What now?' While his desk wasn't anywhere near as piled up as Hashirama's was he liked to keep it up to date so he knew what was going on with his Clan. Glancing over his shoulder he spotted the tell-tale white spikes. "Hurry up, Tobirama." He growled impatiently. "I have things to do. If you wish to speak with me you will have to do so as I attend to Clan matters." As expected Tobirama increased his strides until he could walk beside Madara to the Clan Head's house in the Uchiha residence. The house was of a respectable size, three floors; the first being for meetings, cooking, storing records and other social obligations. The second was currently for guest rooms (until guest quarters could be built), while the third and later the second floor was for the Clan Head's immediate family's bed-rooms. The entire house was tastefully decorated but very obviously the home of a bachelor who had little interest in, or time for, anything but minimal entertaining. Once they were in Madara's office Tobirama was waved over to a chair with a clipped 'Touch nothing.' As both men got comfortable, or as close as they could with the other in the room, Madara waved his hand for Tobirama to speak his piece.
Tobirama took a deep breath as he organized his thoughts before looking Madara in the eye to show that this was serious. "I have a suggestion that I think may help bring Izuna back to wakefulness. If, after you hear me out, you believe it won't work I will not bring it up again." He paused, waiting for Madara's reaction, at Madara's curt nod he continued. "It has to do with one of the Mangekyo Sharingan's abilities, specifically the Tsukyomi." As Madara's jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed Tobirama hastily added, "Just hear me out. The Tsukyomi pulls the consciousness of the target into a 'world' controlled by the user, but still within the target's mind, for what feels like seventy-two hours, correct?" Madara nodded stiffly. "Now just because you have only used it previously to damage the target for the allotted time, is it possible that you could use it to 'talk' to Izuna and perhaps, with enough 'conversations', get him to wake up?" Tobirama waited as Madara thought the idea over carefully, no one had ever thought to use the Tsukyomi as anything but a weapon before and he honestly didn't know if it would work or not. He groaned, he was going to have to talk this over with the Clan Elders, he absolutely hated talking to them about anything, they always took months to debate every little detail to death. If he had left it to those old farts this Village would not be built yet with them still debating the merits and drawbacks of the idea of a multi-Clan Shinobi village.
Madara gifted Tobirama with a venomous glare. "How confident are you of this theory? It does sound plausible but I need you to convince me before I go before the Clan Elders with this, or if you're sure that time is an important factor you will have to back me up in by-passing them entirely." At that Tobirama grimaced slightly, the corner of Madara's lips twitched upward briefly. "Take heart, Tobirama if this works and we play our parts properly we should be able to convince the correct people to view this as a sign of significant co-operation between our Clans, and we will be able to help my brother without much backlash being heaped upon us. Now, is time an issue?"
Tobirama considered for a moment before nodding his head reluctantly. "According to all of the skilled Medics I consulted, yes time is an important factor. The longer someone is in a coma the lower the probability that they will awaken. That is why I asked about this now instead of letting the Medics try other things first. He is your brother, Izuna loves and trusts you as he does no other. That makes it so much more likely you will get results when no one else may." He sighed tiredly, and gave Madara a wry smile. "If the Elders of your Clan are as similar to the Elders of mine as your reaction indicates, it would probably be quicker and a great deal less irritating to go the way of an old saying, 'It is easier to beg pardon than it is to gain permission'. Am I correct?" He offered dryly, prompting a small snort of surprised laughter from Madara.