Author's Note: Let me just say this, in addressing "Confused" and "Guest" reviews. I can see that both religion and my story offend you so simply don't read it. It's that easy, if you don't like it I'm sorry, but I'm not going to change what I have in mind for your account. In addition to Confused comment about Mito. She was really just introduced, if you would have had a virtue called patience, you would've seen her character development throughout the story. But, I can see you're not the type to wait, so sorry, this isn't your story. I enjoy getting reviews, and constructive criticism, not rants and monologues.

For those of you who are going to continue to read the story and are going to stick with it...aside from a few outlandish things...thank you very much! You inspire me to right more, and I understand that many have mixed feeling about Tobirama. I mean, in the manga/anime...there is really no legitimate reason for him disliking the the Uchiha, to the point of suggesting killing everyone of them, and honestly, I think that's bad writing and bad character development on Kishimoto's part, because it's just purely unbelievable.

And I had trouble writing Madara's reaction. I didn't want to make him out of character, and standing up and yelling would've made him out of character (that's...how the scene would've been at first.) And then of course, I was close to making him burst into tears, I just stopped right there and deleted that whole part. So I'm glad you liked his reaction, I think it was good.

And for Mito...I haven't really introduced her character...but if you can figure, I don't really her. That doesn't mean I'm going to bash her throughout the whole story, but I'm going to portray her how I think an Upper Class, Noble Clan, Uzumaki Heiress would act. And she's going to start off this chapter.


Chapter Four: Monster

From her birth, Mito's life had been planned out for her, not that she was complaining. Her life was that of unimaginable luxuries and unthinkable privileges, and responsibilities. She was a vessel for her clan, a vessel for his village, a vessel for them man whom she was to marry, Hashirama Senju.

Young Mito didn't have a say in whether or not she wanted to give her heart to this man, but her option to give away her body, to be his, to produce his heir was not hers.

This was just an example of the responsibilities that Mito had to face, as well as a great privilege.

Mito couldn't voice her opinion on the matter, nor could she go against her father's will. She knew that she would have to leave her friends behind, her mother, her lover, her freedom...to serve a man she barely knew.

She was aware, of the relationship of both Uzumaki and Senju clans. The two shared the same bloodline, so it made perfect sense as to why a marriage would be beneficial. Their heir, would be a magnificent Shinobi. With the powerful life force of the Uzumaki and then divine chakra control of the Senju, no one would dare oppose Konoha.

That prophecy, that future, seemed so bright. The two of them, Mito and Hashirama standing hand and hand, looking down at their village, their people. Mito wanted that future, she wanted that prophecy to come true, and it was just within her grasp.

But that monster, Madara had to complicate things. Why didn't the man just die?

His presence, his demeanor, ruined everything and to make matters worse, he was an Uchiha. The spawn of a demon clan! How on Earth could Hashirama, her fiance, her rightful husband, have any interest, hold any love for that monster? That...that thing!?

Mito had never felt so insulted in her life as she did at the clan meeting.

But she didn't fret over it, not one bit, for things would get better, things would be as they should. Eventually both she and Hashirama would walk hand in hand like Senju and Uzumaki were supposed to.

She or her father would just have to intervene a bit, but nevertheless Madara would be out of the picture. That she knew.


Madara knew he was being followed for about twenty minutes now. Never, had he imagine though, that someone would actually follow him into the Uchiha Clan Residence. Never, had he imagined that said person would be dumb enough to follow him into is own home!

He thought for a second, that said person could have been Hashirama, but their chakra was much weaker. Perhaps it was a spy, trying to assassinate him, or a thief attempting to rob him of his possessions. Nevertheless, Madara would end them in a terrible way.

He waited there, standing in his living room for his intruder to make a sound, and when they didn't, he decided that he would strike first.

It was fast, happening in seconds.

There was a sword clenched in Madara's hand as he turned around at a thundering speed. He heard a scream, and saw a girl as she stepped back, nearly falling over herself. She stood there, with her hands up before her, and a smile on her face.

It was the same girl from before, the Hyuuga clan leader.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, his sword was pointed at her thin neck. "Are you trying to kill me? Is your clan forming a coup_"

"No!" She yelled, lightly pushing his sword away. "I just came to check on you."

"What?"

"Well...you left in such a hurry, I thought something was wrong so...I followed you." She smiled and stuck out a hand. "My name is Nani Hyuuga I'm the Hyuuga clan leader, please to meet you.."

Madara stared in confusion, looking at this young girl before him. She wasn't that much, at all. She wore a white kimono with her dark auburn hair tied up in a bun. Her eyes were a very light violet color, as a Hyuuga's should be. Still, she looked so weak...so frail.

How she became Clan Leader, Madara didn't know. And why she followed him, and she hardly knew a thing about him...that was another story in itself. This girl was strange.

"Are you...are you okay?" She asked, walking towards him. He took a few steps back and placed his sword on the ground next to him.

"Why did you follow me?"

"I already told you, silly!" She kind of jumped when she said it. "You looked sad...so_"

"Do you do this to everyone, who looks sad?" Madara crossed his arms.

"I only do it to people who I think deserve it."

She looked around the main room, she expected it was the clan meeting room. The area was bare, with only a few mats on the floor, and windows on the wall, letting a bit of sunlight in.

"This is a nice place you know." She began to walk around, laughing as Madara only grunted. "Don't you know how to say thank you?"

"Don't you know how to leave people alone?" Madara stared at her. "And for someone your age, how did you ever obtain the title of Clan Leader, above that, you're a girl. If you're the most superior member of your family, then that's a problem."

Nani sighed, sat down and crossed her arms.

"I wasn't the Head at first. The Hyuuga clan is split between the Head Family and the Branch family...I come from the Branch family, and the Branch family's sole purpose is to serve the Head Family. I was orginally a body guard for the past Clan head, he was a young boy about my age." She giggled a bit. "Well the clan, went on a little vacation...like a caraven, and fell under siege by bandits and the Clan Head was unfortunately killed, along with his family. And because the Head Family Members lacked the combat skills that the Branch Members had, we picked the strongest Branch Member, and that was my father of course. However, he was killed in the war and since I'm the eldest child from is family, I was chosen."

"Odd." Madara muttered, looking down at her. "You're an odd person, Nani."

"Well so are you." She stood up and crossed her arms. "Do you live alone?"

"Yes." Madara blankly replied. "I do live alone…but I'm leaving the village_"

"Is it because of the Clan Meeting today? I know it's not my place to butt into your life, but if that's the reason…I don't think you should go. You're the Uchiha Clan Leader, and without a Clan Head, the Clan will be destroyed from the inside out."

"Well why don't you try telling them that?" Madara sneered. "My own clan wants me gone! This village….this village wants me dead! You put yourself in my shoes and try wanting to live in this village!"

"Why don't you come over for dinner?"

Nani's response made Madara stop dead in his tracks. His mouth hung open and his hand's fell to his sides. He stared at her, not really sure what to say.

"It's not going to poison your food, I promise, and plus…the only other person there is going to be my little sister." Nani smiled. "I'm a good cook you know!"

When he didn't say anything, Nani only giggled. Walking towards him, she took a flower pin out of hair and with a quick movement, placed the pin in Madara's hair.

"Just think about it you know, I'll see you later Madara!" And with that, the young Hyuuga girl turned on her heel and left.

Madara took the pin out of his hair and stared at it.

It kind of reminded him of a stone, a dear friend once gave him.


Regardless of if Hashirama and Mito were getting married or not, the Uzumaki clan still required to stay in the Senju Clan residence, until there was a space prepared for them in the village. Hashirama tried his best to avoid the glares he was getting from the Uzumaki's and many Senju's alike. He ended up running into his office, to find peace and tranquility.

Unlucky, that was short lived.

"Hashirama-san, we need to talk." He saw Mito enter the room with two of her ladies maids behind her. That was one thing he disliked about the Uzumaki Clan, their use of servants. They didn't fight in their world, they couldn't even clean up their own messes. He didn't want to talk to her, he disliked her presence as much as he did Tobirama's.

"Yes." He spoke with a fake smile on his face.

"Oh, spare me the trouble of explaining what has already happened Hashirama-san." She slammed her hand on the desk, causing both her maids to jump back. "What were you thinking, did you have the village on your mind or your own personal gain?"

Hashirama's day had been terrible.

First, he'd lost Madara and then, Tobirama. He didn't need Mito's scolding at the moment, yet he couldn't yell at her.

" Lady Mito, I had ideas for the village, for myself before your presence here." He spoke quietly. "While I understand your reasoning, your clan's reasoning and your father's, I will only go so far to please others."

Mito stood there, her fists clenched. "Listen to yourself, Hashirama ! You're supposed to be the...the God of Shinobi, the Hokage, I can't_"

"Mito, have you ever been in love with someone?"

Things got quiet instantly, and for a second, Mito had a very sympathetic look on her face, as if she was recalling a past event. A series of emotions ran through her eyes, and for a second Hashirama could have sworn tears formed in her eyes, but she blinked and shook her head.

"Love doesn't matter in Noble Families. Not when there are clans to unite, not when there are Bloodlines and secret Jutsus to be retained." She frowned. "Hashirama, you need to step out of your fantasy world. Things must be done."

Hashirama sighed. "Lady Mito, I just can't see your reasoning. We are family, with or without a marriage! A marriage would benefit us only in a beneficial heir! Does that sound wrong to you? We are cousins, our child….our child would be our cousin."

"Incest is a common thing within Noble Clans." Mito quickly spoke. "And I don't see a thing wrong with it. It's an honor, a privilege a_"

"You are a very wonderful woman Mito…you truly but," He paused. "You are nothing, but a hollow shell that your clan has made you out to be. You've abandoned your heart, your will…your freedom, because you think it's a privilege. And honestly, I could never give my heart to someone who has no freedom. You're a prisoner to your clan….you're a prisoner to yourself."

Mito didn't say a word, she only bowed slightly and turned around. Her maids followed her out and quietly shut the door behind them.

Hashirama's hands instantly went to his hair and grunted. A marriage, was a dumb thing in his opinion, he didn't want to ponder on the fact any longer. He was worried about Madara at the moment, of course, but he was much more worried about Tobirama.

The two most important people in his life now hated him, and on top of that, Mito and her family were practically nagging him.

He needed to calm down and get his priorities straight. First he was set things down with the Uzumaki clan, and then he'd get straight to mending his relationship with both his brother and Madara.

Sorting out business with the Uzumaki clan would be easy, but Tobirama and Madara…that would be another problem.


Izuna was fast asleep by the time Tobirama had arrived in the hospital. His nurse, Cherubim was her name, was working on him. She was a tan skinned, long browned hair girl. More than often, she wore a black long-sleeved dress with an apron covering her front side. She came from an area, later known as Iwa.

Tobirama had to look away as she changed his the bandages on his eyes. He was surprised when he heard giggle.

"So it disturbs you?" She asked sweetly.

"I guess you can say that." Tobirama replied, rubbing the formed bruise on his face.

She flipped her long brown hair to her side to get a better view of Tobirama. She rose an eyebrow when she saw the bruise on his face.

"A fight?"

"Not really…an argument." Tobirama replied smiling.

"And I'm guessing you're Tobirama Senju?" She had finished the bandages on Izuna's eyes and now faced Tobirama with her hands on her hips.

"How'd you guess?"

"Because you're all he," She pointed at Izuna. "talks about." She chuckled when she saw Tobirama smile, and sat down in an open chair next to him. "He really, really loves you. I think I know so much about you because of what he tells me…Has he told you about his eye surgery?"

"Yeah." Tobirama replied, still feeling his bruised and swollen face.

"He doesn't want this surgery for him, he wants it for you." She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Do you…do you want me to fix your face for you?"

Tobirama shook his head. "No thank you."

"Well put some ice on your face, to stop the swelling." She smiled and stood up. "He'll be asleep for a few more hours, so_"

"I'll stay here with him over night." Tobirama quickly said.

"Really…but, you don't want to go home?" She stood in the doorway.

"I don't think I'm welcomed there." Tobirama replied in something above a whisper.

"Well then, I'll be here all night as well. I guess I'll go get some food for you later on then, and some Ice for your face. See you Tobirama."

And with that, she left.


Madara didn't know what prompted him to actually go and eat dinner at Nani house, but he found himself walking through the Hyuuga residence and to the main house.

As soon as he knocked on the large wooden door, he could already hear strange noises inside. He only braced himself for something strange to happen, as he stood there and waited.

Seconds passed and the door flung open, causing Madara to step back abruptly. Standing there in the doorway was a tiny Hyuuga. She had black hair and wore a pink Kimono, she was only about seven years old. She stared at Madara with her hands on her hips and simply muttered, "Meow".

Madara rose an eye brow. "Excuse me?"

"Meow, you look like a kitty-cat, so I'm meowing, that's how you can understand me, because I'm meowing. Meow."

Madara never really liked children and never had he imagined one would call him a "kitty cat", but...this small, tiny Hyuuga just did.

"Can you meow back?"

"No...I can not meow back." Madara sneared, crossing his arms. The little girl only laughed.

"'OOh, kitty's getting mad_"

"Mayura!" Madara heard Nani's voice from inside the house. "Can you let our guest in, instead of pestering him?"

The little girl pouted, but reached forward and grabbed Madara's hand, roughly pulling him into the house. He didn't struggle or anything, he just let the little girl pull him into the dining room and sit him down at the table which surprisingly, wasn't very large.

"You came!" Nani had just walked in through the kitchen doorway. She held a plate in her hand and placed it down before Madara. About that time, Mayura had hopped into the chair next to Madara and smiled as Nani placed her plate down. Nani then got her own plate, and sat down at the other end of the table.

"Go ahead and eat it, tell me what you think." Nani smiled as she stared at Madara.

The food sitting in front of him was...different. He'd never seen anything like it before, so of course he had his doubts about eating it.

He picked up the fork sitting by his plate and slowly, stuck a piece of meat drenched in some strange red sauce, inside of his mouth. Much to his surprise, it tasted good. Nani really was a good cook.

"It's great." He murmured.

"I'm glad you like it..." She began to eat her own food, and smiled. "Now...can you tell me bit of your story?"

It was odd, that she asked him that. No one had ever asked him about "his story". He was usually judged by many people before they even took a chance to get to know him. He had already come up with the conclusion that Nani was...well, different, so in a way he felt comfortable telling her his "story".

Nani was a good listener, but at the same time her face was solid, unchanging. For once in his life, Madara had no idea what someone else was thinking. He finally understood how people felt when talking to him.

When he was done talking to Nani, and in extension Mayura, their faces relaxed somewhat and Nani began to speak.

"I don't think you should accept any proposal." Her voice was stern, and much more serious than before. In fact it seemed as though her whole demeanor changed.

"I know...I'm not_"

"It's not about you." Nani cut him off. "It's about Hashirama, and the rest of the village. I'm not sure if you realize this but...it seems like you've been played. Hashirama is so great and powerful, yet he lets the village and his brother boss him around, and he can't even stand up for his best friend? I think you're confused about a lot of things, but Hashirama, contrary to what many people believe, is not a good person."

Madara caught his breath a bit and stared into Nani's pale eyes, trying to search for something to say. He didn't want to sound foolish, being scolded by a teenager, and then saying something weak in his own defense, but he couldn't muster any rebuttal to what she had just told him. Perhaps she was telling the truth. The more Madara focused on it, the more it made sense...but he didn't want to think of Hashirama as that type of person.

"You have an obligation to your clan, or at least had one until those Senju brothers broke that trust. For you to actually think about sharing the same bed, with the man that is responsible for your clan losing trust in you...that..." She paused and shook her head. "I don't think that you should leave the village, but at the same time I don't think that you should even consider seeing the Hokage. If anything, you should attempt to regain your clans trust. But if...if you ever consider leaving the village again, the leave because you want to, not because there is no place for you in the village. And if you do leave, do not become enemies with the village, but just...start your life over, forget about this place Madara."

She smiled at him, a genuine smile, a hopeful smile. It filled his heart with warmth that he thought he'd abandoned a long time ago. Still however, he was more than confused. He had his options so clearly laid out for him, yet his judgement was clouded.

In the end, it all came down to what he chose for himself. He could remain by Hashirama's side, and be happy, at the same time, he'd just be a puppet for the Hokage to use.

He could attempt to repair his clan's trust and lead his people, like a clan leader was supposed to, or, he could just abandon everything. How easy would it be for him to leave? He wouldn't have to worry about anyone or anything. He could just live his life out, as a normal person with no worries.

The rest of the dinner consisted of laughter and things that didn't revolve around Madara's dilemma. He kind of liked it like that, seeing both sisters laugh at even the smallest things he told them. In a way, it kind of reminded him of both he and Izuna, when they didn't have to ponder upon the troubles of the world.


Madara slept rather peacefully that night regardless of the fact that there were many things to worry about. For once, he ignored everything, putting those terrible thoughts in the back of his head. He decided that the next day, he would start over, he would make everything better.

Maybe he wouldn't be able to be with Hashirama, but he guessed that was okay. Not everybody got what they wanted and in Madara's case, perhaps it was just much more beneficial.


There was a knock on Madara's door, that disturbed him from his reading that morning. It was a loud knock, filled with urgency. He folded up his newspaper and placed it under his arm chair and slowly, stood up and headed to the door. The knocking didn't subside until he finally opened the door and even when he did, things still were very awkward.

Standing there, in her white kimono, and endless glory was none other than Mito Uzumaki. She wore a firm and serious expression on her face as she stared into the eyes of the infamous Uchiha.

"Madara," She began, without as much as a hello. "We have a lot to talk about."


Hope you like it, please review! Don't own Naruto...would've been longer but gotta go!