Summary: The Uchiha's were nothing but a blood thirsty and merciful clan, at least that's what Tobirama Senju thought, and she knew it very well. So why when, she had her chance to kill him on the battlefield, when he was nearly unconscious, did she decide to take him in and care for him? Perhaps it was the fact that she was tired of war, or just, that she wanted to show someone that her clan wasn't all that bad.

Pairings: TobiramaxOC x oneshot

Genre: Romance, Angst, Tragedy

Running, that was always an option, no matter how powerful of a shinobi you were. You could be the strongest man to walk the Earth, but when your own life was a stake and you had the option to survive, wouldn't it just be smart to take it?

If only she had that option now. But , as far as she could see, she was trapped in such a way that only death would be the escape for her and judging by the way her captors slowly began to move in, they'd be happy to end her life.

She stood there, analyzing her surroundings as the three men moved in. From what she could gather, they were all from the Senju clan. The one in the center appeared to be, if she clearly remembered what he looked like, Tobirama Senju. She already knew enough about him to hate him right off the bat, and oh, wouldn't he enjoy killing her? An Uchiha, a heartless human being who only cared about bloodshed, and killing...

Now she was just rambling to herself, and she needed to be pulled back into reality, fast.

"Taki," Tobirama called out, firmly. "Block her right side, make sure she doesn't escape. Kazuki, you block her left. I have the center."

That brought her back into reality quicker than she thought , as the three Senju pulled out their swords and , quickly advanced towards her.

Currently, she was backed up against a stone and practical escape would be futile. She could either fight her way out, or use some type of Jutsu, but her chakra was low, and on top of that the three men were physically stronger than her.

Slowly, her sharingan began to fade and she closed her eyes, and bowed her head. A strand of hair fell over her face as she waited for the feeling of death to overcome her.

"Open your eyes." She heard Tobirama in an emotionless voice. "Are you a coward?" He addressed her with a hint of sarcasm.

She glared at him, with her sharingan at its full power. "How dare you!" She managed, staring into the eyes of her soon-to-be killer. She knew that she was in absolutely no position to raise her voice, but she wouldn't be patronized by a Senju, especially Tobirama Senju.

"How dare I?" He smirked, as he advanced towards her, and pressed the tip of his sword on her neck. "You Uchiha should know your place." His smile faded. "After you've taken countless lives of those attempting to head towards peace."

She swallowed hard, as she felt his grip on the edge of his sword tighten. "Now die, Uchiha."

This is it...She thought, feeling her sharingan fade from her eyes.

She waited for her life to be taken from her, but luckily something had prevented that. In the distance, she heard a loud noise, it almost sounded like an explosion. She could hear the yells of Tobirama Senju and the rest of his team and then suddenly, someone wrapped their hands around her waist. Within seconds, she was airborne.

"Sorry for the delay!" She heard a young male voice say. Opening her eyes, she looked up to see a smaller Uchiha carrying her in his arms. He had some cuts on his face, but they were nothing to serious. He smiled when he realized she was alright.

"Saul?" Was all she could muster as the two landed, he softly placed her down, moving his bangs from his face. His large eyes were suddenly visible, giving him a youthful appearance.

The two stood in a deserted terrain, Saul must have picked the area earlier, he probably knew that there were no enemy ninja around, still, they were out in the open. They didn't dare drop their guard.

"Why would you try to go up against three Senju on your own?" That was how Saul, her little nine year old brother, usually started conversations. "You could've waited for the rest of the ambush." He tugged on her hand and the two began walking towards the direction of their home.

"Ambush? How was I supposed to know about an ambush if no one told me?" She looked down at her brother who shrugged. She too pulled her pair back, attempting to comb it with her fingers. She then wiped the beads of sweat off of her pale face.

"Well maybe if you were at the clan meeting the other day, you would've figured out!" He replied.

"Well, the shop doesn't clean itself!"

"Forget about the shop, I'm surprised it hasn't caught on fire."

"Saul stop that, let's get home, okay?" She didn't want to dive into the subject of her precious shop catching on fire, so she just focused on getting home.

Maria had lost her parents to the Senju clan at the beginning of the war. The only family she had left were her two brothers. Saul, her younger one who seemed to think he was the strongest shinobi in the world was the one who had saved her from the Senju. He was only nine, meaning that his actions were somewhat understandable.

Her second brother, and eldest child of the family, was Peter. He tended to be absent from home most of the time. Because of his skill he was needed on the battlefield much more than Maria or Saul. Yet, like most logical shinobi, he had other plans in mind that didn't focus on war. He'd always wanted to be a writer, which was kind of unimaginable due to the war the trio was stuck in. Still, he could dream.

Lastly there was Maria, or Mary. Being the middle child had its disadvantaged, but she quickly made up for that by being the only woman in the house and having an excuse for ordering her brothers around. The trio had been left a bell or wind chime shop, by their parents before the two were killed and presently, that's where they lived. Maria took care of every part of it. Whether she was polishing the old bells, sweeping the dusty floors or watering the plant that just never seemed to die (but it wasn't completely alive either.).

Maria was an average shinobi. Already equipped with the sharingan, she was somewhat skilled. However, hand to hand combat with people physically stronger than her seemed to be her downfall. While sweeping, watering and polishing did fine for her house, it didn't at all help her with her training (or her not training). Still, she didn't plan to get stuck in a situation like she did earlier that day, and if anything, she wanted to avoid the battle field and stay cooped up in her shop.

"Wow..." Saul said, sticking his fork in the object on his plate. "Chicken, for the sixteenth day in a row." He ate it. "This is good, it taste just like how it did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day..."

He continued on, as Maria swept dust off of the wooden floor, ducking and trying not to hit the chimes hanging above her head.

Peter sat opposite of Saul, either reading a real book, or a book he wrote. He was tall, and pale skinned. Usually he kept his hair tied up or cut, but that night it fell over his tired face. "This man I killed today, turned out to be a librarian part time. I felt somewhat of a connection." Peter smiled and held up his book. "See."

"It's bad luck to steal from a corpse." Maria called from behind him, still sweeping. She wasn't very tall at all, in fact she was nearly the same size as her nine year old brother. Still, she managed to stay dominant in the house. In addition to that, she happened to be, what her brother's considered beautiful. Her skin was pale, her hair was curly and more than often, got in her face. Still, they were her brother's, of course they'd say she looked pretty.

"This food..." Saul commented. "Is going to turn me into a corpse." Lastly, Saul was the smallest of the family, but he had the biggest mouth. He was youthful, but many times he tended to be annoying. His hair was only shoulder length, but it was bound to get longer.

"Okay, that's enough." Peter yelled, still focusing on his book. "There are a ton of war orphans that would be glad, to have the same chicken sixteen days in a row." He held a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Well." Maria stopped sweeping and placed her hands on her hips. "I don't see you two cooking."

She sat down at the table next to Saul and began to eat from her plate that she'd prepared earlier.

"Now you forgot to pray." Saul pointed out.

"And you told me, it was bad luck stealing from a corpse." Peter added.

Maria only rolled her eyes and chuckled. "One missed prayer before a meal isn't bad luck, I was just in a hurry today. A little jittery."

"Jittery?" Peter asked.

"She tried to take on Tobirama Senju and three other, buff shinobi without the help of an ambush." Saul commented. "I had to save her ass."

"Saul! Language!" Maria corrected.

Peter finally placed his book down and looked at his sister. "Maria, are you_"
"It was an accident really_"

"It didn't look that way when I saved you_"

"What happens if you were killed_"

"STOP!" Maria finally got hold of the situation. "It was an accident, those three were tailing me before I knew it."

There was silence for a while, until Saul spoke up. "Tobirama Senju...he would've killed you for sure, especially by the way you were smart mouthing him."

"Oh stop, you can hardly call it smart mouthing."

"Still Maria, that's bad. He knows your face now I'm sure." Peter commented. "And I don't care if all the Uchiha's look the same. Just be careful, and try not to get in a run in with him again. Okay?"

She paused and shrugged. "It's a war, I can't control who and who I don't get in a run in with Peter."

"Yeah, but remember, he hates our clan more than the average person. He's probably responsible for killing more Uchiha than anyone. To him, you're no different than this chicken we're eating."

"What?" Maria looked at Saul confused, but kept on. "We're not even such a bad clan...I mean, seriously, a cursed clan. That's what they're calling us!"

There was a laugh from Peter. "What is this?" He asked. "A chapter book? Are we in, dragon times where curses_"

"Not funny." Saul commented, standing up and taking his plate to the kitchen. "And if we want people to actually believe our clan is more than what Tobirama Senju makes of it, then I guess we'd have to...nah, never mind. I don't come up with the ideas. That's Peter. Good night."

Another wave of silence passed as the two older siblings ate, and Peter finally stood up. "I think I should head to bed as well, tomorrow is going to be a big day?"

"How so?" Maria looked at her brother.

"Minefields, we're attempting to blow some members of the Akimichi clan to bits...so it's kind of a trap. If we're lucky, we'll trap a few Senju."

"Be careful..."

"I'm not going yet. Good night, would do just fine."

She chuckled a bit and calmly breathed, "Good night."

Saul and Maria had woken up later than usual, and when they had finally gotten themselves ready, it appeared that Peter had already left. Since there was no use making breakfast or anything of the sort, the two sibilings got their weapons ready and decided to head out.

That day, the sun was shining over the terrain, which meant it was a good day for scouting the area. It seemed like a simple enough job, but that didn't mean the two liked it, or at least Saul didn't.

"Peter gets to have all the fun." Saul commented, kicking some stones underneath his feet. "And we're stuck, scouting a piece of grass."

"I swear, the more you complain, the quicker you're going to die. Wasn't yesterday a good enough thrill for you?"

"I didn't get to kill anybody, like I usually get to do."

Maria scowled. "Life isn't just about killing people, you know that right?"

"Yeah." Saul replied. "Life isn't, but war is. When are you going to realize that." Maria didn't say anything, she only kept her mouth shut and her hands glued to her side. Suddenly, her movements became faster as she wanted more than anything to be away from her brother.

"You're going to far ahead." Saul yelled from behind her.

"And you're walking to slow." She stopped and turned around, facing her brother. "Why don't you catch up."

He crossed his arms and stood there in anger. "You're being mean." He mustered.

"Am I?" She replied slowly walking towards him.

However, something changed.

The carefree feeling had vanished, and all together, the smirk on Maria's face had left her as well. She wasn't sure when it happened, or how they got there, but suddenly there was a group of Shinobi standing behind Saul. They were Senju of course, and they were older than the two siblings.

Why did I go ahead of him!? Maria thought, realizing that her brother had just noticed the position he was in. He turned around quickly, only to meet a sword that dove right through his left shoulder. He yelled in pain, as he fell back, holding his wound.

Maria stood there, feeling her heart beat faster and faster as one advanced towards her brother with his sword ahead of him. It would all be over soon if she didn't do anything.

"Saul! Stay down!" She commanded, making the all too familiar hand signs. Within seconds, she hurled all the fire she could muster at her enemy, hoping to at least singe them. However, her attempt was cut short when a wave of water collided with her jutsu, swiftly knocking her off of her feet and soaking her.

The steam, smoke, mist, whatever, left from the collision of the fire and water gave Maria a chance to get her brother. Under the cover of the thick dark smoke, Maria ran towards her enemies, close enough to grab her brother who seemed to be in better condition than she thought. However, he was as soaked as she was.

"Come on..." Saul winced, tugging his sister. "Before the...before this smoke cloud..."

"Yeah." Maria replied, undoing her thick cloak and discarding it. Her brother did the same.

(Helpful Note, as written in Peter's journal: Because the Uchiha neglect to wear armor in battle, this results in wearing thick cloaks or outer garments, bearing the crest on their back's. In a situation where these cloaks or outer garments are to get wet, then the weight would become unbearable for the Uchiha. Discarding the wet outer garment would make for quicker escape or better performance. Usually, wearing a thin kimono top underneath would be the most efficient thing to do.)

"How's the shoulder?" She asked, as the two ran.

"He didn't get any vital points!" Saul looked back. "Shit! There are no trees around!" The enemy was getting closer and closer, and Maria knew that if nothing was done, then it meant trouble for both of them.

She stopped and turned around to face the Senju.

"Maria!" Saul yelled, stopping further off.

"Go Saul! I'll take care of these guys_" What a lie...

"No!" He made the mistake of running towards her as fast as he could.

"Saul, I said_"

There was an explosion from underneath them. A scream a yell, and then Maria was lifted off of her feet. Within seconds, she hit the ground with a terrible clash and then everything repeated itself. She heard her brother yell, and she tried to call out to him, but that resulted in another failed attempt.

It seemed like years before the explosions stopped and when they did, the whole area seemed like something out of a horror book.

The land itself was destroyed with the ground up turned and smoke and fire rising every where. The most haunting images were the dead bodies around.

Saul...She thought, forcing herself warily to her feet.

"Sa_SAUL!" Her voice was hoarse, and it hurt her to speak, but she kept on calling out for her brother until there was a light tap on her shoulder.

She turned around and saw him standing there, looking almost as shocked as he was. There were a few bruises on his faces...scratches...scars...but nothing serious.

However, Maria already felt blood dripping from a terrible injury on her head, for that moment however, she decided to ignore it.

"It was...it was a minefield..." Saul said quietly, looking at the land around him. He didn't seem as disturbed as his older sister. "Lucky, the Senju were killed. I think this one was made by our clan." He began to look around.

"I...I see." Maria replied, slowly limping over to her brother and hugging him. "Let's go_"

"Look!"

Even with an injury to his shoulder he was still able to muster enough energy to drag his sister and himself over to what seemed like a dead body.

Not just any dead body.

It was Tobirama Senju.

Tobirama Senju's dead body laid there before them, motionless.

The two siblings only stared, not sure what to do however, until the not so dead body, emitted a blood curdling cough.

He was alive.

Damn.

"Okay." Maria said, putting a hand to her head. "What do we do?"

"We should..." Saul stopped dead in his tracks as the Senju began to move. He took a step back.

"You should kill him." Maria looked at her brother, then handed him her sword. "That's it. You were all talk about killing someone earlier, so why not kill_"

"It's different now." Saul retorted. "And if you're calling the shots, why don't you kill him?"

He coughed again, and there was more blood this time. The siblings stared at each other, and for once in her life, Maria entered a state of mind that she didn't know existed.

Here was this man, before her at her mercy. A man who had killed more clan members in her family than she could count, a man that talked crap about the Uchiha without even knowing who they really were and a man that would kill her in a second. She could kill him, in that instant and be done with it. He was just another Senju that would be wiped off of the face of the Earth.

But she decided against it. She had to.

It was perhaps, because at that moment, he was just so pitiful. But she also had to show him that her clan was better than what he made it out to be. That her clan was human to. If she could make him believe, if she could show him, then everything...everything would be better than it was now.

So sighing, she made the choice that could change her life for better or for worse.

"Grab his legs." She commanded, looking at Saul.

"What_" He seemed to be in better condition than she was, aside from the wound on his shoulder.

"You heard me, grab his legs. We're taking him home, if we leave him here, he'll die. We need to treat his wound_"

"Maria! This is Tobirama Senju, he wants us to die!"

"And don't you think I know that! Saul, we...we're better than him, and we need to show him that. It doesn't sound logical now, but believe me."

Saul grunted louder than usual, and in pain, bent down to pick up his enemy's feet. Maria grabbed his upper half and with steady movements, the pair quickly took him off of the battle field and to safety.

I hope you like it! Please review so I can know what you think about it and...I don't own Naruto.