Arranged Marriage

When his brother Izuna died, Madara thought he had hit his limit. Izuna's exsistance was Madara's greatest and most likely his only driving force and consequently his greatest weakness as well. He was so confident that as his over protective older brother he'd be the first to leave this world that the thought of being left alone without Izuna never crossed his mind. But Izuna didn't leave him alone. No, Izuna left him one thing: his son, Suzuki Uchiha. And Madara only wanted one thing for his nefew: for him to grow up without living in a time of war. It was one of many reason why he agreed to stop the fighting between his clan and the Senju's.

That was over twenty three years ago. He and Hashirama were getting alone decently enough, being childhood friends helped of course, though Tobirama, albeit they didn't break into physical fights, verbally fought and had many glaring contest. Speaking of which...

Madara finally dragged his dark eyes from the wall, glanced at Hashirama not paying any attention to whatever topic he or some other clan leader had droughed up, and dared himself to look at Tobirama who sat directly across from him. The white haired Senju was staring - no, outright glaring - at him. The glare didn't faze him at all, hell, he returned the glare. Happliy at hthat.

How the hell was he supposed to get along with Tobirama when the younger Senju wouldn't trust him as far as he could throw him? Well, Madara doesn't trust the younger Senju either. They just don't like eachother, and no matter how hard Hashirama tried, they just wouldn't like eachother.

"Madara. Tobirama. Are you two alright with this arrangment?" Hearing their names, both men stopped their glaring contest and turned thier attention to the Shodaime Hokage who, for some reason, had a slightly worried look on his face. The Uchiha leader figured the look was due to his and Tobiramas glaring. Probably worried about a fight breaking out and he had ever right to be worried.

"Sure. Sounds just fine." Madara nodded to his friend.

"It's alright, Brother." Tobirama agreed with a nod.

"Oh... Okay..." Hashirama looked both amazed and confused. Madara breifly wondered why before he just shrugged it off. Hashirama was proabaly just suprised that he and Tobirama had just agreed to something without a verbal war breaking out. The Uchiha leader just wanted the meeting to be over.

"Um... Uncle Madara?" The Uchiha leader stopped in his walking and looked at his nefew. Suzuki was a rare Uchiha and Madaras most precious thing. He was unlike the rest of the clan in many ways. For one, unlike the rest of the clan, he had blond hair. Long blond hair that nearly touched the ground and was held in loose ponytail with bangs curving to his face. The rest of the clan either had black, red or brown hair. Never blond. Another unque feature about Suzuki was his eyes. They are blue in contrast to the rest of the clans eyes that are usually black or brown. His shown brightly and held no hate or pain. Something that made Madara greatly happy. Least the way dressed way semi-normal in comparison to the rest of the clan. He wore a high necked pitch black tight shirt with short sleeves and the standered Uchiha clan mark on the back. His pants were simple wore blue jeans with hole torn at the knees and he wore black sandals. He also wore black cross earrings with a matching black cross necklace and even a black cross ring on his pinky finger. Madara smiled, his nefew had grown into quite the man.

"Yes Suzuki?"

"You... you weren't paying attetion during the meeting, were you?" He asked, usually tanned face turning a dark shade of red.

"I'll admit it, I wasn't. Why? Was there something important that I missed that you deemed important enough for me to know?" The raven haired man asked noticing how the younger Uchiha seemed a little uneasy.

"Well... You agreed to something... that I don't think anyone was expecting you to agree to. Tobirama as well." Suzuki rubbed the side of his nose with his thumb,something that told Madara that the blond was nervous.

"Oh? What was it? I guess I should know what I agreed to if Hashirama brings it up again." Madara watched with amusement as his nefew turned a darker shade of red and refused to make eye contact. He was wondering if he should be worried. Did he agree to something terrible? He hoped not.

"Um... You, uh, agreed to arrange a, um, marriage of an Uchia to a, uh, Senju..." Suzuki said, voice nearly unhearable by the end of the sentence. The blond continued to look at the ground, he didn't want to see the look in his uncles face.

Madara blinked and stared at the young Uchiha. A marraige of an Uchiha to a Senju? Oh, he was going to kill the clan leader that brought that idea up. Peace be dammed.

Tobirama sighed sipping at his sake and relaxing into his thick blue pillows and his bed. His room was silent, just the way he liked it. The only light in the room was emitting from his table lamp that sat on his bedside table along with a bottle of sake. He hated meeting days. They just turned into all day glaring contests with Madara. Least until the Uchiha leader chose to stare at the wall in the meeting room.

But there was something else on his mind, Suzuki Uchiha. The blond Uchiha was also staring at him. Not like Madara had been. No, not at all. There was something in the young Uchiha's eyes that made Tobirama feel uneasy. It was a strange look, one that the white haired Senju just couldn't put his finger one. Then again, did he want to?

A sudden knock on his bedroom door drew the Senju out of his thoughts. Whoever it was didn't wait for a response as the door opened. It was Hashirama.

The browm haired Senju entered his younger brothers room, finding said brother laying in his rather oversized blue bed. He would never understand why the younger Senju wanted such a big bed, but he didn't question it. Not that he could argue much with his younger brother.

"Tobi." The older man gave the younger man a light smile as he closed the door to the youngers room.

"Brother. It's late. I figured you would've been with Mito." The white haired man said watching his older brother come lay in his bed next to him.

"I figured I'd come talk to you first before calling it a night. After all... there's something that's been on my mind since the meeting ealier today." Hashirama explained taking away Tobiramas glass and taking a drink.

"...What it is, Brother?"

"Well... I don't think you or Madara were paying attention at all ealier-"

"So?"

"-and Madara agreed to marry one Uchiha to a Senju." Tobirama stared at his brother who continued to drink his sake. He felt anger building up in his veins.

"Who the hell put that idea on the table? Because I'm going to kill them."

"You're not going to kill me, Tobi." Hashirama stated plainly. "And it will be good fo-"

"Be good? We're more likely to kill eachother than love eachother. Aren't you happy that we at least can live in the same village and not kill eachothers?"

"Calm down Tobi." Hashirama said firmly. It was a tone he used onewhen he was serious about something and there was nothing Tobirama could do against it. The white haired man sighed. He just couldn't be happy by himself. Something always had to ruin his mood. He really didn't like frowning all the time, but there was always something putting him in a fowl mood. He frowned.

"So, who are you planning to force into this marriage?"

"You."