Hey guys what's up? The last few episodes were about the founders, it was a bit obvious that Madara was jealous of Hashirama because he still had a brother left but also because he felt that Tobirama disliked him and stole from his friendship with Hashirama. So I was playing around with the idea of what if Tobirama and Madara actually got to know each other better? Here goes nothing and be gentle please.

Note: I will try to make them as in character as I can. The story will be around three chapters unless I decide it needs another few. This is not and will not be Yao.

CH1

Madara isn't quite sure how he landed in this particular position only that he was an utter fool for volunteering himself for this particular assignment. Curse Hashirama and and his infuriating personality insisting that the village would acknowledging him if he at least tried to stop being such a hate full grump. He alighted from the branch he was on propelling himself onto the clearing followed closely by none other than his brother's murderer the accursed Senju, Tobirama.

He suppressed a hiss as the white haired nin joined up beside him. Face blank mouth pressed in a thin line of determination. Sensing the Uchiha's glare crimson eyes slid to Madara's own and then when Madara made no snide remarks they slid back onto the plains ahead of them.

This hadn't been Hashirama's idea of this he was certain. But he as well was sure as kami certain that as per usual Hashirama acted upon his brother's advice. He wasn't trusted that much had been clear from day one. Tobirama insisting to accompany him was another chink in his pride. Mistrusting him to hurt the Senju clan was one thing but to mistrust a betrayal of the village where his own clan resided was nearly unforgivable. If it was up to the sensor he was sure the only place he would be allowed to reside in would be the Konoha's prison cells. Hashirama may have asked him to look over his brother but frankly Madara sure as hell didn't care. If Tobirama hindered his mission in any way the solution would be simple. If not including the small fact that many in the village would point their fingers at him should anything befall their beloved Senju. He clenched his teeth in anger not only was he to retrieve highly sensitive information from the Mist but he was to play protector for the one man in the world he wanted to run his kunai through the most not counting himself that being a given.

Why was Tobirama so adamant at refusing to outright show his hatred for the Uchiha? It would have been far simpler to deal with him if that were the case what with Hashirama being the one who brokered the peace. He would have had a decent excuse to kill him then.

"We're close." He gave a quick nod to show that he had heard. Unlike Hashirama, Tobirama like himself was quite for the most part, which was a good thing. It allowed Madara to seethe at the younger man in peace. He as well doubted his own ability to have a decent conversation with the man who had in essence his brother's blood on his hands and would most likely not hesitate to kill Madara if he were he strong enough to do so.

It was getting cooler. The moisture in the air was soothing like a balm from the scorching thirst of the run. His eyes narrowed as he quickly skimmed through his brothers orders. It would have been a quick and simple retrieval had his brother not had doubts about sending him. An uncontrolled sigh escaped his lips at his Anija's antics. When would Hashirama learn that Tobirama was a powerful ninja in his own right? That's not to say that he thought himself the most powerful nin but he knew his own capabilities and was aware of the fact that had his brother not been so overly protective this mission would not have fallen to Madara who to his surprise had excepted the mission. That is not to say that he had not expected the variable as Hashirama was aware of the fact that Madara's battle prowess far exceeded his own however such an outcome could only lead to one conclusion. He would have to accompany the Uchiha. Now that is not to say that he did not trust the entirety of the Uchiha in general however when such a sensitive retrieval was in order he would have rather it was not the one Uchiha that he feared could one day make a coup be sent on the particular mission especially since this document was one on village alliances making the exclusion of the leaf in this matter suspicious. He hoped in his heart that such rumors were unfounded with the bloody war between both clans ending finally however such things required confirmation.

He had argued with his brother on the matter but Hashirama would have none of it. His brother on occasion had his flashes of brilliance but altogether he was too trusting and if it would have been up to Tobirama he would have preferred to have solo'd the mission. After his initial argument had failed he transferred the idea of spending some time with the Uchiha in general perhaps to have a better understanding of why his brother thought so highly of him. His brother had been outwardly ecstatic which would have fooled others into thinking he had believed Tobirama. But Tobirama was aware that Hashirama understood more then he let on though the hopeful friend in him wished to see Madara at his best the Hokage in him came to understand that his friend was changing somehow.

Tobirama unlike Hashirama however was ready to understand and accept the fact that the Uchiha were cursed he himself had seen how far one could fall. The only question was how far had Madara fallen in the sense that could he be a threat to his Anija. They reached the shores in what Tobirama considered good time. The sea was however another matter entirely. For one thing it was churning mildly the season was nearing the end of fall. For another ships were scarce and they would need to secure one now otherwise they would have to wait for the sea to begin its annual icing as no sailor was fool enough to travel though the high seas of the season or wait for spring a delay which they could not afford.

His keen eyes spotted the small harbor and followed closely by Madara he made his way to the only two ships at port.

Madara cursed under his breath as he squared his shoulders and flung open the door to the inn. A delay! Curse it all and now he would be forced to spend the night in this accursed dingy run down abode.

He made his way to the inns bar and ordered the strongest thing they had. He sure as hell needed it. His thin nerves were fraying and the Senju was not helping matters. "What?" He snarled. The Senju's eyes had been boring holes through his skull for the past thirty seconds. With a shrug the Senju ordered a double of what Madara had ordered eyes glinting in challenge. It was odd, the Senju rarely made eye contact with him and those rare times he did were only with the presence of his brother. Paranoia much? He chuckled darkly. Tobirama should fear him. His eyes were that powerful. His chuckle however turned into a near jaw drop when the Senju downed the alcoholic beverage in one go his eyes returning back to Madara's glinting in challenge once more.

"Another round?"

He laughs, loudly because he can drink almost anyone under the table let alone the younger man's brother who has a near zero tolerance of anything containing alcohol. If Tobirama is anything like his brother when drunk this will be a hilarious night. He may not have the luxury of killing the man but he sure as Kami isn't going to pass up a chance to utterly ruin his reputation.

Slamming his fist on the table he ordered a double. Only to have the Senju order another round of drinks this time for the both of them. The silence was beginning to unnerve Madara as he was used to loud company in such past times. But after several rounds as the Senju wasn't breaking the silence he did.

"That girl in the corner hasn't taken her eyes of you the entire night." The Senju nearly choked on his drink causing a bout of laughing from Madara at his expense.

After several more moments of coughing the drink having went into his lungs compliments of Madara's wit Tobirama recovered himself. "She seems more interested in you."

"As if, she has a thing for boys you see." This produced a guffaw from the Senju who's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Shame she'll deny you then isn't it? She does have appearances to keep up after all preferences or otherwise."

Madara's eyes narrowed. "At least I have something to back that up."

"Really, that hair is a dead giveaway." Tobirama's laughing eyes met his own daring him to come up with something better.

Fist clenched Madara's eyes flashed his sharingan causing the Senju to flinch and look away rapidly. The brief camaraderie now gone Madara's shoulders slumped. He wasn't drunk enough for a fight and neither was the Senju it seemed or perhaps he was the more level headed of the two.

He didn't know why but the fear in the recoiling glance Tobirama had given him churned his stomach uneasily. Perhaps it was because among the Uchiha it was a mark of pride, yet now with the village built it was a mark of pain, pain for all those who had lost someone to the war. Even among the Uchiha though still a mark of great pride and one did not needlessly expose their eyes in such a manner to a non Uchiha, it was now considered a taboo. He struggled from that train of thought he shouldn't have had drank so much on an empty stomach. He eyed his glass warily as the Senju ordered another round this time only for himself.

"At least I don't wear my mother's make up." He grumbled.

"This couldn't logically be hers she's been dead for a long long time." His eyes flashed to the Senju who was slumped over his cup eyes wistful studying his cup in the same mopy fashion Hashirama did. Madara's mood soured he really hated dealing with Hashirama at times like this. "Look I'm sorry." He grumbled some more muttering at the childishness of the pose under his breath. He didn't particularly like Tobirama but he knew what it was like to lose a mother at a young age. He still cried loyally at her grave once a year, in secret of course it wouldn't do to have anyone finding out that he actually had some semblance of a soul.

To his surprise the Tobirama straightened up brushing away the mood which though still dimmed brightened into a steady acceptance. "Unnecessary, but the sentiment is appreciated, I'm sorry as well."

"For-"

Tobirama sighed heavily as if he were stating the obvious. "Your mother as well, I believe she too died young." This conversation seemed to dampen both their moods and neither of them continued said conversation resuming to their private brooding.

After paying their tab, surprisingly far less than Tobirama had anticipated the innkeeper showed them to the only room available, which happened to have only one bed. Albeit it was large but one was still one.

Tobirama had hoped to drink Madara under the table however it seemed like himself the man had a high tolerance for such things. It appeared such methods for interrogation would not work on the Uchiha. Well it was worth a try.

The Uchiha after making a circuit of the bed scowled at the innkeeper who was waiting patiently on the response of the two guests he was hosting. Madara's sharingan flashed causing the innkeeper to run for it and elicited another uncontrolled flinch from Tobirama. Tsukuyomi, he had been force into it once and had barely escaped with both his life and sanity intact. Hashirama had nearly died with him off grief. Another reason to add to the list of why he wanted to get back to Konoha in one piece not including the hyperactive students waiting for him.

"Was that necessary? You can have it." He had slept on far worse things than clean wood and in far worse conditions. He could recall a night he was forced to sleep on the ground during a rainstorm the mud had as he predicted infected the various bruises he sported and the day after he was needed on the battlefield. That had been a nightmare. Besides he was wary of sharing a bed with a man whose brother he had killed. He may have tried his best to dampen his feelings with regards to the Uchiha for killing most of his own family but he was aware that Madara most likely would do no such thing or if he would it would be doubtful that he would ever forgive the man directly responsible for his brother's death namely himself.

"Nonsense." The Uchiha grumbled and muttered several more things under his breath likely the result of his drinking. "We can share it." Madara discarded his Gumbai and several other weapons and some of his armor and collapsed onto the bed curling onto his side. The drinking seeming to have exhausted him.

Tobirama slumped onto the bed folding his hands behind his head.

Perhaps Madara was drunk to a certain extent. But to push his luck in interrogation when the Uchiha was even half sober would be a suicide mission. And because he must have been a tad drunk himself he couldn't resist another harmless joke. "Didn't know you swung that way."

Madara's eyes were instantly on him. "Don't try anything Senju I won't hesitate to kill you if you so much as draw a kunai.

Tobirama was too wise to press the issue, neither was he in any mood to start a fight especially one he could not win. Regardless the excessive drinking was bringing up memories he would have rather forgotten. Sleep was preferable though elusive. He closed his eyes allowing his mind to drift. Hopefully Madara was a sleepy drunk and would not attempt to kill him in a drunken fit.