Hey, guys! So I know I already have lots of stories to work on, but I couldn't help myself with this one!
I thought of this idea when I was fooling around with other ideas and now I'm hooked!
I mean I already have like FIFTEEN chapters mapped out.
So expect a long story~
Anyways, I just want to explain the character ages right from the beginning to avoid confusion.
Senju and Uchiha Siblings List:
Senju: | Uchiha:
Hashirama (10/23) oldest | Madara (12/24) oldest
Tobirama (2/19) 2 years younger than oldest | Izuna (2/10) 2 years younger than oldest
Kawarama (January) 4 years younger than oldest | Takuma (?) 3 years younger than oldest
Itama (4/10) 5 years younger than oldest | Yutaka (?) twins with Hotaka - 4 years younger than oldest
| Hotaka (?) twins with Yutaka - 4 years younger than oldest
With that explained-
Please enjoy the show!~
Summer is a season of dreams.
The saying has always been that spring is the season of beginnings, fall is the season of death, winter is the season of rest—and summer is the season of dreams.
Summer was when they had first met—
—their dreams began to sprout that day—
—only to grow into what, in the future?
"Damn that Nii-san," A young raven-haired boy with hair that stuck out the back fumes as he strides towards his usual secret hang out—the river. 8-year-old Uchiha Izuna was frustrated at his position as the younger brother once again like usual. He swears about how he should have been the older sibling instead of Madara with his murmured threats falling on deaf ears as there was no one around besides the forest animals. "One day, I'm really going to throw him into the koi pond and see how he likes kissing the fish!"
It was around the time that he was just about to exit the brush in order to enter the area around the river when he heard a loud splash—
—a splash too loud to be one made by a mere fish or even a stone.
Izuna knows what the sound of a stone crashing into water is like. In fact, he has heard it enough times to be able to distinguish what size the rock was thrown was and how hard it was thrown. It was all natural if you have an older brother who can beat you in just about everything but stone-skipping—especially if said brother is too stubborn to admit defeat and so would continue their competition until sunset even after Izuna had surrendered for the thirteenth time.
Therefore, since Izuna is capable of recognizing the sound of a stone being drowned, he knew right away that this was no ordinary occurrence. Someone is here…?
Using all the skills in stealth he can muster, Izuna carefully peeks into the river's perimeter to get a better look at what had created the sound. Izuna breath hitches at the sight. So—so cool…!
Past the brush and into the river stands a boy. He looked no older than Izuna with messy silver hair, a loose black tank top and gray hakama pants on as he holds a rather large katana in a battle stance. The boy slices through the air, his sword leaving quick arcs of silver and water droplets as the mysterious silver-haired boy practically dances on the water.
Izuna wishes for a better look—he wishes that he could just go up and touch the empirical looking floating bubbles before they fell back into the river. With this thought, Izuna inches forward unconsciously.
Snap!
The dark-haired boy stepped on a twig, causing an echo which announced his presence. Oh, snap! Izuna instantly begins to retreat on instinct. However, he freezes to observe the boy more out of curiosity. Crimson eyes that Izuna has only seen in the experienced ninja of his clan pierce through him from the silver-haired boy.
It is said that curiosity killed the cat.
The mysterious boy lowers his sword and sighs. "Whoever you are, come out."
But, then again, it also said that "satisfaction brought it back".
Izuna steps out of the shadows, jumping out from the brush and into the light. The dark-haired boy nonchalantly has his hand behind his head as he saunters over to the other boy.
The mysterious boy doesn't visibly tense but Izuna's reflexes and sharp eyes catch the slight change in the boy's stance.
If it wasn't clear from the fact that the boy was balancing on the water's surface—an effort that required quite a bit of chakra control—and that he had a katana, there is only one conclusion one can make from these facts.
The boy is a ninja—and a pretty skilled one at that.
A smile plays on the raven-haired boy's lips, causing the other boy to narrow his crimson eyes at the boy in question.
Izuna jumps into the river as well, displaying his somewhat okay chakra control with how little he wobbles and how he walks as if he is walking on solid ground rather than on water despite how he trips up every so often. The silver-haired boy has a calculating glint in his eyes as Izuna makes his way over yet he seems to not be overall as cautious as Izuna had expected for someone born in the period of war.
This only made Izuna more curious.
Izuna extends a hand out to the boy, a smile on his face as he introduced himself. "I'm Izuna! What's your name?"
The silver-haired boy across from him arches an eyebrow at Izuna's behavior, definitely viewing the boy to be quite strange—not that Tobirama wasn't used to strange with his family after all.
Tobirama hadn't been actively sensing for any presences when he had been training his swordsmanship; however, the sudden snap of a twig caught his sensitive ears, causing him to instantly turn towards his chakra senses.
In that instant of concentration, the whole world turned dark as if Tobirama was looking at a white outlining of the world while the lights were turned off. Inside this world, there were various sources of light scattered all over the place. He promptly ignores those though in favor of identifying the one who has disturbed his training.
He finds it within a few seconds—a bright chakra signature in the brush just ahead of him. He had called out to the intruder, causing a young boy with dark hair to escape the bushes. The boy strolled onto the water, slowly approaching the silver-haired boy with a nonchalant demeanor. As he does, Tobirama observes the boy's chakra, letting it indicate the boy's current emotion-set.
The chakra was like a flame—no more like wind. But it was bright orange and gradient red like fire yet undeniably free and sharp like a blade—like wind—unlike fire which burns and is untameable. Tobirama eyes the boy carefully; however, the boy's emotions were quite clear to the silver-haired genius. This cause Tobirama to relax slightly.
Once the boy reached Tobirama, he extends his hand to the silver-haired boy. With a smile, he introduced himself as "Izuna" before he questions, "What's your name?"
Tobirama knows this is wrong.
He knows—they both know—what they are.
They are ninja—the two of them are ninja.
They are ninja from two different clans—possibly enemy clans—no, most likely enemy clans.
Yet the boy extends his hand to him as if expecting something and introduces himself.
It is only polite to return the favor.
Tobirama takes the warm hand of the other boy, Izuna, and shakes it. "Tobirama."
Another excited grin brightens the raven-haired boy's face as he releases Tobirama's hands in favor of clasping them together. His obsidian eyes sparkle as he leans slightly towards him. "Hey, hey!"
Tobirama raises an eyebrow at the boy with a sparkly aura. "Yes?"
"Can you teach me what you did just now?! That sort of 'whoosh'-thing and swings you did with your katana!" Izuna asks like the over-enthusiastic child he is.
Tobirama blinks his crimson eyes at the strange boy's behavior.
The boy reminded him of his older brother—bright and pure and, overall, naive.
Tobirama bites back a discreet smile as he tries to reason with the impulse growing in him.
If Tobirama taught this boy how to wield a katana this would be boosting his strength and, ultimately, if he is then pitted against his clan, he would be an even stronger opponent to defeat.
On the other hand, what if he didn't teach Izuna the sword?
What if Izuna went into the field with a sword and was unable to wield it properly?
He would end up being another child sacrifice—like all the other poor buried souls of young children that haunt the thoughts of war with their bloody and mangled bodies.
Tobirama did not want another victim of the adults' stupidity.
The silver-haired boy nods, "Sure."
At the agreement, Izuna jumps into the air. "Yes!" The raven-haired boy then snickers, "This way I can definitely beat Nii-san next time!"
"You want to learn how to wield a sword to beat your older brother?" Tobirama arches an eyebrow at the boy. He had initially thought it was for survival purposes yet here it is a boy who doesn't even think all that much about war. Izuna was really just like his older brother in sense of naivety.
"Yeah!" Izuna replies before his bright expression twists into a pout. "Nii-san and I always end up sparring for training back home since we are the two oldest siblings and he always wins!" The dark-haired boy fumes in place. It was a bit funny since his feet would suddenly sink into the water from his lack of concentration, making the boy almost fall over more than once. Izuna always seemed to be able to orientate himself again right before he actually fell into the water though. "And, whenever he wins, he always ends up dunking me into the family koi pond! A koi pond! Do you understand how disgusting it is that you've had your first kiss with a fish rather than an actual human being?!" Izuna rants, exasperated at his older brother's antics. A fire burns as he clenches his fist and swears. "I will definitely shove him into the koi pond and see how he like it when he has to kiss a fish himself! See how he likes it!"
Absolutely astonished, Tobirama blinks for a few moments, allowing Izuna to mutter out a couple more revenge plot ideas. A chuckle escapes the silver-haired boy's lips, drawing the other boy's attention back to him. "You are ridiculous." Tobirama shakes his head, amused. "I have an older brother as well—except, I'm the one who ends up beating him whenever we spar."
Izuna's obsidian eyes widen at the claim and in an instant, he is begging. "Please teach me your ways, Sensei!"
"I already said 'sure', didn't I?" Tobirama deadpans.
The raven-haired boy blinks for a second, thinking back. "Oh, yeah. You did."
"Here, first I'll show you how to do it while explaining to you the different stances, and then I'll lend you my sword so you can practice." the silver-haired boy explains as Izuna nods in response.
They spend an hour doing such—starting with Tobirama showing each stance slowly, explaining each one separately and patiently answering any questions Izuna had about them. Then the lesson shifts to Izuna practicing with Tobirama correcting his form. Izuna finds that Tobirama is a really skilled teacher—not just because of his swordsmanship skills but also because of how patient he is and how he tries to explain them in a way that Izuna can understand it. It works too—Izuna finds that Tobirama is much easier to understand than Madara, who usually too impatient for the task.
Izuna really appreciates Tobirama's serene sort of teaching style.
After the hour of teaching and practicing, Tobirama decides to call a break so Izuna can rest. Tobirama states, "In order to improve, one must know when to rest."
Therefore, the two boys relax on the stone ground of the river, enjoying the other's company as they discussed different topics. The boys discover that they have a lot more in common than they originally thought. In the first place, they both had rather idiotic brothers—the two shared their most memorable descriptions of some of their idiotic brothers' messes. Izuna laughs out loud at the stories of the hopeless older brother of Tobirama's. In turn, Tobirama shakes his head with a small smile playing on his lips from hearing about Izuna's rather hilarious brother. The two also discover that they are both the second child of their families. On Tobirama's family's side, he has three other siblings besides himself and then, on Izuna's family's side he has four siblings in total with three younger brothers and one older brother. The two end up chatting for hours before returning to training.
The next time they stop is at sunset.
Izuna feels mysteriously relaxed—he couldn't tell if it was from the satisfaction that his training was going well or the fact that he had made a new friend. Friend…
The raven-haired boy glances at the silver-haired boy who watches the river with his crimson orbs. Friends, huh. A smile smooths onto Izuna's lips. "Hey Tobirama,"
"Hmm?" Tobirama turns his silver head to the dark-haired boy, his head tilting slightly.
"We're friends right?" It was a strange question to ask—after all, Izuna had just met the silver-haired boy today. Heck! He barely knew the kid! Yet something pulls him towards Tobirama—some sort of invisible force that he can't explain.
"Idiot," A small smirk quirks up Tobirama's face. "Don't you already know the answer to that?"
Yeah.
We're friends.
"See you again, then!"
"Yeah."
The two boys turn to opposite sides, heading down their respective paths to home.
"It's a promise."
So, what do you think?
I hope my Tobirama and Izuna weren't too OOC X(
Anyways, I'm thinking of taking scenario requests for this one as well!
So if you have any funny things you would want to see happen then please comment! I have a period during their teenage years that is pretty much in need of filler unless you want to skip straight to the epic plot-changing war battle.
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