Summary: By nature, Hashirama was prone to making mistakes and that was understandable, Madara was usually there to correct him. However, even Hashirama has to admit that he's gone a little too far when he accidently "misplaces" his infant son and mismatches him with a...musk melon. Oh dear, Madara won't be pleased. Read warnings.
Pairings: HashiramaxMadara, IzunaxTobirama
Genre: Romance, Family, Humor, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Past Mpreg (HashixMada, IzuxTobi), Same-Sex marriage, Yaoi, swearing, Somewhat irresponsible parent.
"And this here..." Hashirama began, holding a fruit in his left hand. "Is a banana." He gestured towards his son in his right arm, who attempted to reach for the yellow fruit. Hashirama chuckled, placing the banana back down with the others. His son began to whimper.
"Oh come on, are you really about to cry over a silly banana? You've only been on this earth for three weeks, certainly you'll find something more interesting than a banana." He placed his lips on his son's shaggy brown hair and smiled. "Let's go look at these other fruits!"
His son whimpered again, and then yawned. He blinked his big grey eyes a few times before closing them and nuzzling his head into his father's chest. Hashirama frowned.
"Hey, don't go to sleep on me, we're supposed to be bonding!" But his talking was no use. His shaggy haired baby was already napping. "Well...I guess we'll just go home_"
"Hokage-sama!" Hashirama had hoped nobody would recognize him in the vendor's market, but it seemed he just stuck out like a sore thumb. He turned around to see a young woman running towards him, this caused the little infant in his arms to wake up.
"Hello there?" Hashirama didn't know the girl.
"Hi! I know this is weird, but I just...I just saw you here, in the vendor's market and thought it was strange." She said, tugging on her hair. "My name is Ayana Uzumaki..."
"That's odd, I wouldn't expect and Uzumaki to be working in a vendor's market."
She laughed. "I'm disbanded from the clan, so..." She paused for a while an instantly her eyes lit up as she softly took the baby from Hashirama's arms without really asking. "He's so cute! How old is he? What's his name?"
"He's three weeks old, and his name is Yuukanna Senju. Personally, I think he looks like an old man because of these bags under his eyes, but...nevertheless he's cute."
"What a mean thing to say about him Hokage-Sama!" Ayana held him as she walked over to her own fruit stand. Hashirama followed her.
"He's just so adorable..." She handed him back to Hashirama.
"Yeah." Hashirama took him, and began looking inside of her stand and felt his heart pump faster when he saw a familiar fruit, his favorite one. "Are those muskmelons?"
"Oh yes!" Ayana smiled.
"Can I buy about three of them?" He asked with a smile on his face. "I haven't had one in months."
"Sure!" Ayana smiled and withdrew three of them from the stand and handed them to Hashirama.
"Thanks a lot Ayana," Holding Yuukanna, he saw his dilemma. "Can you hold him real quick. Wait..."
"Sure." Ayana took Yuukanna from the Hokage again.
"I'm going to start coming here more often!" Hashirama proudly announced, holding his melons.
"And that brings me to ask, why are you here? You're the Head of a Noble clan and you're the Hokage...why not shop somewhere more suitable for the upper class?" Ayana crossed her arms.
"That's simple. My spouse strongly dislikes upperclass food, he grew up in an area where all they had was a vendor's market."
Ayana nodded. "I see."
"Well, thanks a bunch Ayana."
"Any time, Hokage Sama."
Hashirama returned to the Kage tower about thirty minutes later with the melons. He'd made it up the stairs and into his chair before sitting down and looking at the paperwork already sitting on his desk.
Tobirama didn't come by to sort this? He thought to himself, placing a couple of melons on his desk and rubbing his head with his free hand.
"Guess we've got a lot of work to do, Yuukanna." Hashirama spoke, surprised by the response he didn't receive. He then remembered that his son had dozed off in the market and that presently, the best thing to do would be to put him to bed.
"Okay," He spoke quietly, looking at the bundle in his arms. "Time to go_"
He was caught short when he realized that there was something missing. Something very important. He gulped rather quickly and withdrew a melon from his arm...but Yuukanna was supposed to be there, not a muskmelon.
Shit. That was all Hashirama could muster as he stood up and began looking around.
He had no idea how he could misplace his son, of all things and then to make matters worse, mistake him for a muskmelon. Was anyone really that stupid?
Grunting, Hashirama sat back down in his chair and ran his fingers through his long brown hair. The last place he had gone was the vendor's market, right? So perhaps he was still at the vendor's market, yes! However, that was the shopping district of the lower class citizens...which meant more than anything that...someone could have stolen Yuukanna.
"Agh!" Hashirama managed, slamming his fist on his desk.
Okay, so maybe thinking that someone stole her was too drastic, but Hashirama was just expecting the worse. But he still had some time left, he hadn't left the vendor's market all that long ago. That girl, what was her name? Oh yeah! Ayana, she was the last person to hold little Yuukanna, she probably still had him. Hashirama just had to get up and leave before_
When the door to his office opened and a familiar person walked through, Hashirama already knew that he was too late. He stared in fear as the man closed the door behind him and turned around, he then faced Hashirama.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Madara spoke humorlessly, walking towards Hashirama as his armor made loud clanging noises.
"H...how was the mission?" Hashirama managed as Madara sat on the edge of the desk. "There was no combat_"
"There were bandits." Madara cut him off instantly. "But I dealt with them instantly, no one else was hurt. The mission went fine, we were able to bring the scrolls to the Land of Rice." Hashirama wore a concerned faced.
"You fought?"
"I am a shinobi." Madara replied. "Did you expect me to stand there while we were being attacked?"
"No but...you just...there weren't supposed to be any bandits on the route."
"Well there were. Don't sulk about it either, what's done is done."
"But the wound in your heart, and you just had a_" Madara slammed his fist on the desk and glared.
"You inflicted that wound on me over a year ago, get over it Hashirama it's there, but it's not going to stop me. And please stop trying to cage me! I'm a grown man, I'll do what I want when I please! You should be lucky..." And Madara went on while Hashirama just listened.
It had been like this for a while, even after he had given birth to Yuukanna, he would have these massive mood swings. Madara wasn't normally the person to be all smiles and sunshine, but his chronic moods swings made him a hundred times worse. Hashirama wondered how he handled his squad, they were probably scared out of their wits.
But that wasn't the only thing concerning Hashirama about his spouse. Their battle at the Valley of Ends had left Madara and his heart very weak. Sometimes he'd faint out of the blue or even cough up blood. Hashirama was still working on patching up the hole, but Madara insisted he was fine.
"But it's not your fault you're an idiot." Madara's casual insult brought Hashirama back into reality. He realized that Madara had taken off his armour and was now holding it in his hand. His back was towards Hashirama, revealing the large Uchiha crest on the back.
"You still insist on wearing that?" Hashirama asked.
"Well excuse me for holding on to at least something of my old clan. I'm an Uchiha by blood, and a Senju marriage. When I'm on the battlefield, I represent the Uchiha clan." Madara smiled for once. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go change."
"You go do that." Hashirama quickly added, causing Madara to look back.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "You seem fidgety, are you sick?"
"I'm fine!" Hashirama assured.
"Okay...but you know, I get worried about you too." Madara's voice was sympathetic. "So if something is troubling you, please tell me."
As soon as Madara left to change, Hashirama stood up, ready to return to the vendor's market. He would simply ask the girl, Ayana , for his baby back and return home like nothing had ever happened. The plan made perfect sense, nothing could ruin it...nothing except for Madara, who had re-entered the room. He wore a standard green house yukata, with a brown kimono robe over it, revealing the Senju crest on the back of it. He looked much more welcoming, much more pleasant and if not for the situation, Hashirama would've made that comment.
He stood in front of his husband and looked up with his tired eyes. In his right hand, he held a cane, causing a twinge of guilt to run down Hashirama's spine. Madara seemed to notice this and managed a warm smile. He softly kissed Hashirama on the cheek.
"Don't think about it." He said, like he would always say. "You had to." There was a silent pause between the two, as they just stared at each other. Moments like this were common between then, as they reflected on events of the past and how exactly they ended up where they presently were. There were many factors that seemed to make this life for them somewhat of a fairy tale, like Hashirama's first marriage to Mito , the village, politics, etc. Still, the duo (now trio), managed to pull through no matter what obstacles they faced, and for that, Hashirama was happy.
"I want to see him." Madara spoke, bringing the Senju back into reality. "Yuukanna, I want to see him. He wasn't in his room, so where is he? I want to nap with him, you can join us...but I just want to hold him first." Madara's face was unreadable.
"I um...er...well..." Hashirama was trying his best to form words, but his guilt was overcoming him. Madara seemed to notice this as well.
"Where is my baby?" Madara's voice became more stern and serious, his calm demeanor changed as well. "Hashirama?"
"He's at a friend's house." Hashirama attempted to lie, but Madara saw through it like a piece of glass.
"Hashirama, cut the crap, where is he?"
"I...I..." Hashirama's expression said it all.
It didn't take long for a series of emotions to run through Madara's face before he lost it. "You lost my baby!?" He asked angrily.
"I misplaced him!" By now, Hashirama had backed up, hitting the desk with his butt. He desperately wanted to run, and to avoid Madara's wrath, but the former Uchiha would catch up with him eventually.
"You misplaced him? Where?" Madara's fists were clenched and his was breathing faster than he ever had before.
"In the Vendor's market, but here_" Hashirama took a muskmelon from the surface of his desk and handed it to Madara. "It's a muskmelon, it's really sweet. I mistaked him for it...I thought I was carrying Yuukana, but it was a muskmelon, instead..."
Madara held the fruit in his hand, and looked mortified. "Are you joking with me, do you think this is funny?" Madara threw the muskmelon with such a force, that a small crater was created in the wall. "You damn Senju!" He began to chase Hashirama around the desk. "I carried your heir for nine months enduring drastic body changes, swollen feet, terrible pain , morning sickness and you repay me by misplacing him, and mistaking him for a...muskmelon!"
"Madara, I'll find him! I promise!" Hashirama held his hands out in defense as his spouse inched towards him.
"You're a damn idiot! Never would I imagine that you would lose a baby, and not just any baby...but my baby!" Madara's voice began to crack. "What happens if someone takes him!? We'll never see him again all because you were too focused on a ...on a...M...muskmelon!"
Hashirama made way to say something, but by that time Madara had burst into tears and quickly exited the room, leaving his husband feeling both confused and guilty.
It had been months, since he'd seen Madara cry like that, and luckily that had been on their wedding day. But the anguish, the hopelessness in Madara's eyes, killed Hashirama inside.
He knew that his Madara was over reacting, but for a good purpose. Yuukanna was the happiest thing that had happened to Madara in ages, and now...thanks to Hashirama's dumb move, that happiness was gone.
Hashirama sighed and placed a hand on his head. This was something that he'd have to handle on his own, he knew that Madara's mission had stressed him out, so he wanted more than anything to give the former Uchiha time to rest, and time to think. Hashirama handled so many things, so why would retrieving his son be any harder?
Hashirama felt at a loss when he figured out that the vendor's district was closed for the day. It would open early the next morning, still, Hashirama didn't want to go home empty handed. He knew Madara would certainly kill him for that.
Hashirama, at that moment, found himself wandering down the familiar roads of an all too familiar area of residence, until he stood before the doors of the main house, and knocked on the door lightly. He hadn't remembered how his last meeting to the Uchiha Residence went, but he hoped things didn't play out too badly. He had a way with words, at the time, especially calling Tobirama fat.
It wasn't a surprise when Tobirama opened the door, looking somewhat pissed when he saw Hashirama standing there. On the side of him, was a young girl about seven. She clinged on to Tobirama's house kimono. A smile crept to her face when she saw Hashirama and through her tangled black curls, her eyes opened wide.
"Uncle!" She yelled, ready to run towards him, but Tobirama grabbed her arm softly.
"He brings bad luck dear, go inside." He calmly stated, watching as his daughter pouted, but obeyed. He then stepped outside and closed the door behind him.
"What do you want?" He sneered, crossing his arms. "It better be good."
"It is...um, is Izuna here?" Hashirama knew that his brother's spouse greatly disliked him, mainly because Izuna was just an overprotective husband.
"No, he's on a mission..."
"Good..." Hashirama laughed. "This may sound dumb, but I um...I lost my baby in the vendor's market. And the vendor's market is closed."
Tobirama paused for a while, opened his mouth slightly and then paused again. All the while Hashirama just stared at him. It had been a while since Hashirama had actually had a chance to focus on his brother, and he began to forget how kind Tobirama looked without his armor or forehead protector on. However, is attitude was just as dangerous as his battle skills, and Hashirama suddenly remembered that.
"If Izuna lost our daughter when she was a baby, I'd kill him." He snapped.
"I know but_"
"No you don't know. I don't know how you're going to be able to go home tonight. Madara is probably plotting your death right now!" Tobirama laughed. "I know I'd be_"
"Tobi! I know this is too much to ask, but I need your help. I know I'm an oaf, and idiot, a simple minded man...but I want to prove to Madara that I'm useful, and frankly I want to prove to you as well...but I need your help."
There was silence for a while, as Tobirama placed his hand's on his hips and smiled. "You don't know how long, I've been waiting for you to say that."
"So will you help me?" Hashirama asked, with hope filled in his voice.
"I would...but my daughter, I_"
"We can just take her with us!" Hashirama mused, receiving a displeased grunt from Tobirama.
"We'd just better hurry before Izuna get's back, then that'll be another Uchiha who wants to kill you."
This is just a two chapter series, next update will be the final chapter, so I hope you like it! Anyway, I never neglect to add TobixIzu in many of my stories, they are a wonderful couple, but I will always see Tobirama being the female figure in the relationship, just because of his personality. But I hope you like it...please review! And I don't own Naruto.