Hello! Thank you for looking at this story!
So, I've been getting into MadaTobi ever since a friend recommended it to me and now I'm obsessed!
Unfortunately, there aren't many MadaTobis out there...
So, I'm going to bring in a new MadaTobi into the mix!
Also, surprisingly, there aren't a lot of Fem! TobiMadas...
Which is why we have this fanfic!
This series has a lot less planning done to it than my other Naruto fanfic: "Kakashi Chronicles: The Tale of the Silver-haired Kunoichi", so I really might need help on scenarios and stuff! So feel free to ask to see a scene!
Though this story is more plot, there will also be funny moments, especially later on in the series!
((So feel free to request scenarios))
I hope you enjoy~
The full moon shines high in the sky highlighting the night yet casting shadows as if to mock the world below it. A storm of pitter patters races across the stone road, throwing pebbles in the air every so often on impact. Madara huffs irritably as he rushes down the path of the river where he and Hashirama always meet. The boy with messy dark hair glares at every rock with his obsidian eyes, overturning them mentally in search of something.
Earlier, he'd left something there—something very important—and he needed it back in his possession, safe from harm. If it was found by another it would mean trouble for him, and he couldn't let that happen.
A faint splash echoes through the night. Madara's trained ears catch the hushed sound despite the distance from the origin. Madara reasons that it's due to how quiet the night is. Could someone be here? The Uchiha heir slows his original pace in response to the thought.
Now, the raven-haired boy decidedly walks on across the stone path in the direction of the splashing sounds. With every step he took, the sound got louder, indicating that he was heading in the right direction. Despite his focus on stealth, Madara still took the time to search for the object he had originally traveled to the river for—after all, he couldn't just forget about his main objective, now, could he?
Soon enough, Madara had reached the end of the line. His obsidian eyes, hungry for details, scans the area ahead of him. Madara is not so surprised to learn that the river begins with a waterfall. The nature around the cliff holding the down-pouring water wraps around it perfectly, creating a small lake-like shape before it narrows into an outflowing river—the river where Hashirama and he meets. Like the rest of the river, stones surround the perimeter of the lake and lead up to the trees which make up the forests around both Senju and Uchiha clan lands.
Another splash echoes through the air, catching Madara's attention. Hastily, his obsidian eyes chase after whatever could have made the sound. In a moment they find the cause.
Obsidian eyes widen as Madara's lips part slightly to release a strained breath.
In front of him is a beautiful girl dancing on top of the water as if she is a water nymph. The Uchiha boy almost deludes that she is one with the grace she moves in. Her pale skin shimmers under the full moon and water droplets that fly in the air around her. Her silky short hair glows silver just the same under the moonlight as if it were reflecting the light to shine in the beautiful way it does. Almost faintly, Madara barely catches the vivid red of her eyes as she twirls around; they give off a mysterious air to the girl when he catches sight of their brilliant scarlet again. Carrying the water into the air gracefully, the mysterious beauty escapes into the night.
Madara stays unmoving, frozen in the pure magnificence of the scene.
Senju Tobirama is a highly skilled sensor. Hailed as a genius from a young age, the pale-skinned young soldier is known for "his" genius intellect and skills as a ninja and sensor. So when someone with an Uchiha chakra signature had invaded her training grounds she knew right away. However, she was unable to escape fast enough and now there was an Uchiha boy—probably around Hashirama's age—staring at her.
In a flicker of a moment, Tobirama assures herself that the boy had not activated the Uchiha clan's hailed dojutsu—the Sharingan—before examining the boy. His hair is a wild mess of dark tuffs yet they fall into place perfectly to show off his rather handsome face and clear obsidian eyes. She memorizes the face in that brief moment before flickering away from the scene. Tobirama heightens her senses to make sure the boy wasn't following her, just in case he was as much of an idiot as Hashirama is. Thankfully, the boy stayed stagnant where she left him and by now there was no way the boy could ever catch up with her.
However, that doesn't mean the silver-haired girl can relax at the moment—no, the boy had seen her body. Which means that an Uchiha knows that she is a girl. Tobirama knows that the boy did not catch sight of her face, thankfully. This means that the Uchiha boy did not recognize her as Tobirama, the cold-hearted genius of the Senjus. However, if they were to meet again, the girl was positive that the boy would recognize her—at least with the way she looks now that is.
After sneaking back into her bedroom, Tobirama locks all the windows and doors, not wanting to be interrupted in her task. Not that anyone would really dare to enter her bedroom uninvited besides her older brother, Hashirama, her cousin, Touka, or her father. Thankfully, the latter would knock beforehand unlike the first two who charge in without a single notice.
Tobirama makes her way into her private bathroom which is connected to her bedroom. She flicks the light on as she strolls over to and stands before the mirror and bores into the sight of her pretty, short pearl-colored hair; it was just above her shoulders and longer than a bob. Her magnificent scarlet eyes gaze blankly at her reflection as she accesses her appearance.
Tobirama remembers the first person to praise her hair was her older brother, Hashirama. The idiot for an older brother had given her a soft smile as he felt the ends of her silky hair. "Your hair is really pretty, Tobirama. You should grow it out!" She remembers how she was so happy that her older brother had praised her that she refused to get her hair trimmed for months, growing out her hair to her shoulders. This infuriated their father so much that one day he had just walked up to her and cut it off himself.
Afterwards, she never cried. After all, she was suspecting that reaction from their father, Butsuma, who only ever wanted sons to be born for him. Sons that would make perfect little soldiers in this ancient foolish war against the Uchihas. But, instead, his second child was a damned daughter—not a son. It made the old coot grow mad enough that he doesn't even think of Tobirama as a girl and instead treats her as if she is a boy. Tobirama doesn't care—she has been living like this her whole life, after all. Tobirama has only ever known how to live as a man—and these warring times created no sense in her being brought up as a woman anyway. In fact, Tobirama was surely happier brought up to know how to defend herself rather than to do tea ceremonies and host guests which are worthless skills in this era.
Tobirama grabs a tuft of silver hair and contemplates for a second before using her dagger to slice through it. She lets the dead hairs escape from her hands and slowly drift to the floor.
"Nee-san!" She could hear Kawarama's smooth voice. "Nee-san!" Tobirama lifts another group of hair and brings the dagger threateningly closer to it. "Can I touch your hair?" The sharp edge of the dagger snaps the pearly hair loose and lets it disperse towards the ground.
Tobirama continues to cut her hair slowly—almost painfully as memories flood her mind. "Your hair is so pretty and smooth… I really like your hair, Nee-san!" Itama's grin flashes through her mind as another group of her soft pearly hair falls to the dirty floor.
More strands of hair disappear to the ground before Tobirama puts down the dagger and looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair was now takes on a spiky, boyish cut—at least she looked more handsome than her own brother with his tacky hairdo. She can't help but admit that if she didn't know better, she would say that the child in front of her is a boy.
Now, finished with her hair trim, Tobirama decides to take a hot shower to wash away the sweat from training and loose hairs that stuck to her skin.
The moment she steps out of her shower, refreshed, she would no longer be able to linger as Tobirama Senju—younger sister of Hashirama, older sister of Kawarama and Itama. After all, two of the things holding her to that identity have already disappeared—all thanks to those bloody Uchiha and this stupid, bloody war—and the idiotic adults that uses their own children and their clan's children as soldiers. From now on, she or "he" is Senju Tobirama—the genius child soldier under Senju Butsuma, his perfect "son"; his "perfect" little warrior; his perfect doll—
—and there was nothing she could do about it. Especially not if she wants to protect the only brother she has left—and his purity, his naivety, and dreams of peace.
The next morning, when Tobirama arrives at the dining hall for breakfast, those who are present gawk. Hashirama's brown eyes widen as his gaping mouth falls the the tatami floor. Touka has a similar reaction, except she does less of letting her jaw hit the ground and more gaping like a fish.
Butsuma takes on a glance at her as she sits down next to her brother. "I see you're putting more effort into being my perfect son." He nods without a smile and continues to eat his breakfast of fried fish, white rice, and miso soup. "Good, I was sick of your long hair."
Tobirama stays silent as per usual, even when Hashirama and Touka start bothering her about her hair. The two whine about how it was such a waste to cut it and fervently question why she did it. However, Tobirama doesn't give an answer—no, this was something he could absolutely not give an answer about. She wouldn't want to reveal weakness when in front of their father and clan head—not a single drop of it.
"Okay," Madara huffs in exasperation at the sight of the sulking figure in front of him. "Why are you sulking this time?" It was noon and, like usual, Madara finds his friend, Hashirama, by the river. However, this time his friend was sitting down on the rocks and obviously sulking. Then again… when is he not?
Hashirama pouts, "It's nothing."
Madara scratches the back of his head. "I'll listen to you." The raven-haired boy releases a sigh, "Come on—tell me."
"It's nothing. I'm fine." Hashirama continues to sulk, answering without even thinking.
Madara's eyebrow twitches in annoyance at how stubborn the brunette is. "You're obviously not with the way you're sulking." Madara finally snaps, not wanting this conversation to drag out any longer when he knows what is going to come from it. "Hurry up and tell me!"
Hashirama mumbles something before digging his face into his knees even more. Madara was unable to understand the boy's gibberish due to how low the brunette talked and becomes even more irritated. His eyebrow twitches as he releases a growl. "Talk clearer, you moron!"
"S-sorry!" Hashirama jumps up. "But, I don't know what to do…" the brunette bow bows his head to sulk some more. "My little sis—brother cut his hair."
The statement confuses Madara. What's the deal with someone cutting their hair? The raven-haired boy arches an eyebrow at his brunette friend. "And, what's the problem with that? People want to cut their hair every once in a while."
"B-but—it was so pretty!" Hashirama flails. "And, now it's—it's—"
Madara gives the boy a deadpan look. "Don't tell me your little brother decided to copy your lame hairstyle."
"Wh-wha—" Hashirama gapes like a fish for a second before he falls to the ground and tucks into his knees to sulk again. "Is it really that lame…?"
Madara's face contorts at his friend's annoying bad habit of sulking in a flicker of a second. He scratches his chin, pondering on a way to deter the conversation and cheer up his friend when he remembers the sight from last night. "Oh yeah!" Madara catches Hashirama's attention with the sudden burst of emotion. "Last night, I came here to look for something important to me—"
"Hmm? Do you mean your locket?" Hashirama interrupts him, interested.
"Ahh… yeah." Madara presents a sour expression for being interrupted.
"Oh! I picked it up yesterday!" Hashirama's face brightens as he digs into his shirt, pulling out the familiar old locket. "Here, I meant to give it to you, but I forgot until now!" The brunette boy hands Madara his locket back with a grin.
Madara stares down at his locket and blinks. He then begins to seethe. "Hashirama…!" Hashirama jolts with a squeak at his best friend's growing rage. "You kept my precious locket away from me!"
"Eh?! I'm sorry!" Hashirama waves his hands in front of him as a protection mechanism before he returns to sulking. "I'm such a terrible friend, I totally forgot to return your treasure. I can see why you would be mad at me…"
This causes Madara to facepalm with a ragged sigh. The dark-haired boy tucks away the locket into his shirt, deciding not to go any further, less the consequences of dealing with a depressed Hashirama. Madara decides he would continue to tell the event from last night to his friend. "Anyways, last night I was searching for my locket here when I heard a splashing sound." Hashirama finally crawls out of his sulking position to face his friend and listen to his story. "So, I went to investigate it, which lead me to the waterfall upstream, and that's where I saw it—"
"It?" Hashirama tilts his head curiously at his dark-haired friend. "What did you see?"
"A girl—a super beautiful girl." Madara hushes Hashirama when the brunette tries to cut him off. "She was like a water nymph dancing in the water when I found her! Her skin was pale and her hair glowed under the moonlight! And—"
"You sound like a pervert." A hand covers Hashirama's mouth as he snickers.
A vein pops from Madara's head as rage blazes like fire in the young raven-haired boy.
"HASHIRAMA!"
So, what do you think? In this chapter, I wanted to nail in some background rather than put any actual plot... The next chapter will be dealing with the plot :P
I might be doing a SYOC for this fanfic (because, well, it's the Founders Era and there aren't many characters so half of them end up being OCs...) This gives you all the opportunity to add in your characters! Whether civilian or ninja! You just need to comment with this information:
Full Name: [last to first]
Age: [or age group- ex: "Tobirama's age" or "Madara's age" or "Touka's age" or "Izuna's age"- there aren't clear ages yet, but once I've figured it out, I'll tell you all!]
Occupation: [ninja, civilian, merchant, etc.]
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Personality: [include prominent quirks and hobbies, etc.]
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Skills/Fighting Style: [mostly for ninjas, but can say skills like blacksmithing or fishing and etc.]
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