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Amaya Mae appeared at the Hokage's doors, broken. Tobirama was at the moment he saw her, entranced by her eyes. They were chilling — a layered gray that could reflect the sky. She asked the gods for a new fate but her wishes were shattered when she found herself falling helplessly for Tobirama Senju. She must finally face the demons of her past and accept the reality of who she is, and no longer hide behind the many faces she acquired. Layers peel and she realizes that she has finally found a home.

Chapter 1

The Girl with Grey Eyes

Tobirama Senju was beyond exhausted. He had spent no less than three hours arguing with one of the stupid fucks from the clan alliance only to be given some stupid ass information that he already knew. Oh, someone was targeting Hashirama's life? Well guess what, the majority of the world was fucking targeting Hashirama's life.

And the Uchiha? Yes, they too were planning some stupid underground bullshit that Tobirama literally had no clue about. When that shit happened, he would have to wing it. He was done. Done with it all. He was headed to Hashirama's office just to complain and threaten to run away if Hashirama didn't hire more help. He was only one man who was only slightly socially awkward, what more could he do but work his life away.

It was this exact reason he was standing in the doorway to Hashirama's office, completely frozen in shock. He had walked in a surprising scene, to say kindly. A young woman kneeled before his brother, her head touching the wooden floor and her eyes hidden by the thick strands of light-colored hair. It was not too uncommon for civilians to show their reverence to the Hokage, but it was how Hashirama stared at the woman that caused Tobirama's heart to beat quicker.

Hashirama was disgusted. He was horrified and angry and so very disgusted. It had been many years since Tobirama had seen that type of look in his older brother and truthfully, he was just the tiniest bit scared. Hashirama Senju was known to be a lenient ruler with a heart of sunshine, but the way he looked towards the girl unnerved Tobirama to no end.

"I beg of you," the girl whispered weakly and so very desperate, "please help me."

Hashirama's jaw twitch as he looked at her lowered form and he turned away, his eyes thundering his disapproval. Tobirama could see his brother's mind working, the ruthless ruler, visible for those precious seconds that passed. Suddenly, the man leaned forward and murmured something in the girl's ear. Tobirama could not make out his words but the girl stiffened and sat up. She nodded, almost totally imperceptible, and met the Hokage's eyes, her jaw set stiffly.

"Yes sir. Thank you." Her voice cracked slightly as she rose to her feet, but she straightened to her full height and lifted her chin. "I will do everything within my ability to serve you to the fullest."

Tobirama was chilled by her lifeless tone. She bowed quickly to Hashirama before turning around and beginning to walk out. When she saw Tobirama, she barely reacted, only meeting his eyes and giving a small head nod. He met her eyes once again and narrowed his own, confused as to what he saw. She was wild. Deranged. Willing to do anything. Her cold inanimate grey eyes showed nothing as she slid past him. Who was this tiny little girl?

Hashirama cleared his throat before speaking, rubbing his hand over his face then through his long hair. Tobirama was always suggesting the man to cut it. The style was dignified but a hazard in battle.

"Brother," Hashirama sighed and forced a tired grin, his eyes glittering in anxiety. "what could possibly bring you today?"

He moved on to his desk, shuffling through some paperwork then sighing in defeat and tossing the papers aside. An outsider would have said that Hashirama had already forgotten about the girl who was in his office only moments before but Tobirama was not an outsider. He could see that Hashirama's shoulders were tight with stress and how his hands were balled up into fists. The white-haired man could see his brother's quiet fury and the grimace of his mouth. It was the blank look in Hashirama's eyes that really made Tobirama curious. It was a very rare look for the village's sunshine.

"Who was that?" The red-eyed man asked, his voice strained with curiosity. Tobirama took a seat across from his brother, leaning back comfortably wearing a bored smirk. He could play his brother's game as well. He was not an outsider to political banter, he, too, knew how to weave words.

Hashirama flicked his eyes to his brother, narrowing them angrily. His jaw flexed against and his lips tightened before he shrugged. "Her name is Amaya Mae. She owes me a great debt," he said the words as if annoyed by them, "she'll be working for the village taking on the most 'difficult and soul-corrupting tasks' for the village." The world's most powerful shinobi rolled his eyes.

Tobirama narrowed his eyes at the air quotations and shifted his stance slightly, slightly perturbed. "An assassin? Hashirama, what is the meaning of this? You want a girl who cannot be older than eighteen to become a murderer?" His tone was incredulous, half-expecting to Hashirama to laugh and shake his head, but instead, his brother met his eyes with a dangerous expression.

"She is already a murderer!" He snarled his words out before immediately taking a breath and shaking his head, becoming apathetic. Tobirama paused for a moment, watching his usually joking older brother carefully. He had witnessed Hashirama's rage all his life, but it was the sudden and dramatic increase of chakra that scared the white-haired man. It truly terrified him.

"Why...What is happening?" The white-haired man demanded, meeting Hashirama's gaze angrily straightening in his seat. "Tell me."

His own chakra spiked slightly, just a small waver but the Hokage detected the anger in his brother's words. Hashirama met his brother's blood red eyes and his own surprisingly softened. He leaned on his hand and scratched his head. His next words chilled his brother. It was the words Tobirama never expected to hear from his precious elder sibling. It was words that made his blood boil.

"There are some things that only a Hokage can burden."

Tobirama Senju tched in complete and utter annoyance. When the white-haired man had announced to his older brother and Hashirama's red-haired wife that he would observe Amaya Mae, he was most definitely not expecting to be bored. He had an image that girl he saw in Hashirama's office, small and weak and completely emotionless was most-definitely not the woman he was watching.

He was expecting an assassin hiding in the shadows, not a young woman who called out to vendors on the street, grinning, and befriending them with a word or two. She had found herself in conversations with the civilians of the leaf who were all enraptured by all of the woman's words.

At first, curiosity gnawed in Tobirama's gut as he followed her. He was simply awed by how the assassin had within minutes assimilated herself into the life of a simple and kind civilian. Her words flowed easily, but the white-haired man saw how she kept most of the conversation rolling around those who spoke with her. She said almost nothing of herself, just small details that added up to nothing of importance. She was overall, incredibly boring.

Simply out of keeping to his word, he followed her to the outskirts of Konoha, staying in the trees and hiding his presence. Even a high-classed jonin would have trouble detecting the brother of the Hokage, even if Hashirama had told him she was a trained assassin.

To his surprise and eventual amusement, she made her way to an orphanage. She had immediately sat herself down on the stone steps into the building and took out a pipe from her sleeves. It took only a small low-level jutsu to light it, and she let the smoke drift into the air, swirling until it dispersed.

Tobirama snorted quietly. She must be an idiot, if she had an addiction to tobacco. Smoke permeated clothing making them useless for recon and silent killing. Any trained shinobi could detect such an obvious scent, and even untrained shinobi most-likely could smell something like that.

"Ms. Amaya!"

He had jumped at the sudden voice but the woman only turned around slowly to face the owner of the voice. "Hachiro," she smiled softly at the young boy who raced towards her followed by a small herd of other children.

They all encircled the sitting woman. Tobirama stood, waiting to intervene if she showed any sign that she was going to turn on the helpless children. If she really was an assassin, killing children would not be past her.

One small girl climbed up onto the woman's lap and Tobirama tensed. If the woman did indeed attack, he wouldn't be fast enough to take her out before she could harm the child. He went over the scenarios of what to do when one of the children screamed.

He immediately got into action, racing forward. He almost allowed himself to be visible before he found that he was not needed, in all actuality. The children were screaming in laughter. At this moment in time, Tobirama hated all children, even his own nephews.

The children scattered, giggling and screaming in delight as the assassin chased after them. If she was indeed that slow, Tobirama would have no problem either running from her or catching her. No, what was he thinking, she was playing with children, of course she wouldn't use her chakra. After several minutes, the woman caught one of the children, throwing him the air and catching him while they all giggled.

The orphans gathered around the woman and waited their turn until two fucks, as Tobirama called them lovingly, started pushing each other. One of the fucks landed painfully on her ankle and squealed out in pain. Tobirama was about to go out and heal the child but Amaya got there first.

"Can you walk?" Amaya asked slowly, her tender voice calming the children that crowded around the two. "I'll heal you." A soothing green light engulfed the woman's hand and within several minutes, the girl was up and running around once again. The woman retreated back to the steps and took out her pipe once again.

One child came up to the woman, his hair long and black with a complexion as white as Tobirama's hair. "Can you teach me?" His voice was frighteningly serious, with large golden eyes that gave Tobirama the impression of a snake.

Amaya stared at the boy and gave him the smallest of a smile before sighing deeply. "I won't be responsible for what happens after you learn. Being a ninja is cruel life I do not want for anyone."

Tobirama stared at Amaya as she stood firm and shook her head, even as the boy asked her once more. His eyes widened as each moment passed and she faced the ground, staring at nothing. Tobirama turned away suddenly, sitting down and leaning his back against the trunk of the tree he relaxed on.

Damn you Hashirama, this is boring as hell. He yawned and once again focused on the orphanage scene.

It was only when she suddenly rose from her spot on the stairs and bid the children goodbye did Tobirama realize that her hair was not the dull grey he first thought it to be. It was a lavender, a vibrant lavender, and her eyes - don't get him started on her eyes. They were beautiful. A layered gray that he once thought were deranged, but were in fact a soft, kind, intelligent, sad, mourning eyes. Eyes that could make a grown man cry.

She walked on the forest path for a few minutes, in silence, her steps long and careless. She stopped suddenly, her head tilted to the side, while Tobirama leaned forward in interest, then disappeared. Her chakra signature appeared behind the white-haired man but he did not turn around. She sighed suddenly and he imagined that she put a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you following me, Senju?" Her voice sent shivers up his spine. It was not the voice of the woman begging his brother for help, nor the one asking the wellbeing of the child. It was of something much stronger, a greater force than he originally imagined. "Why is the brother of the Hokage watching me?"

On that note, Tobirama suddenly whirled around, arching a kunai over her head. She blocked it with her own, which had miraculously appeared. Her grey eyes bore into Tobirama and she furrowed her dark brows slightly. She looked him over before flicking Tobirama's kunai away and flipped farther down the branch. She stayed balanced on one leg, barely moving.

"Are you attacking me, intending to cause me harm?" Amaya questioned, arching her eyebrow slightly, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Do you wish a battle?"

Tobirama watched her carefully, glaring daggers at her. "No... just determining your abilities."

"By attempting to stab me?" She smiled again, speaking with an incredulous and teasing tone, oblivious to his silent threats.

Tobirama could not help the blush that had flushed throughout his face. How demeaning to think that the third strongest man in all of Konoha was blushing of all things simply because of a pretty girl.

She narrowed her eyes at him and her smile slowly faded. "If you don't intent on killing me, I'll be on my way. I believe I have a mission tomorrow." She smiled once again, but this time it was cold and unnerving. She stepped off the branch and landed lightly on the ground before continuing to walk away.

Tobirama glared after her before appearing in her path, sheathing his kunai slowly. She watched him curiously, continuing forward before pausing directly in front of him. She was taller than he had originally thought, almost reaching his own height.

"Do you need something?" She murmured tilting her head, letting some of her locks of hair fall onto her shoulder.

Tobirama narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. jutting his chin out, almost touching her forehead. "Hashirama believes you won't betray us. I don't trust you. Know that I will be watching." His eyes were steady and unwavering.

Amaya paused and looked at the ground before glancing back up at him, trying to hide her smile and keep her eyebrow down. "Do you want to make your job easier?" She suddenly inquired, leaning forward. "Come for a drink with me. You can watch me there."

Tobirama stared at her for a good thirty seconds before he leaned back, utterly confused. He had threatened her, and now she was inviting him to go drinking with her. Was she trying to do something? Get under his skin maybe? Despite the fact that she most-possibly had an ulterior motive, she was not wrong. He could watch her better if he was directly next to her.

"Fine, let's go." His voice was gruff as he gave his answer, and her eyes twinkled at his words.

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