"Yes, they have to stay" said the ANBU captain sighing and rubbing his forehead. Damn twins, they managed to cause a problem bigger than Kaguya this time. With their ancestors here there was a very good chance that the Senju and Uchiha clans disappeared, as if altering the whole timeline wasn´t enough. He sighed again. "I have to go and pay them a visit"

"Hey, hey wait" the shark said, lifting his hands. "You are not talking about the Twins, no? You know, a blond and a redhead, artist wannabes, say un after every frase?"

"Unfortunately, yes, but…" he looked at the brothers. The older was sitting down close to his sibling, away from everyone else in the room. And they were many. Sasuke has come to see, very curious about how the first Uchiha looked like. Tsunade and Naruto were also there, talking with their own ancestor. The younger raven tried to talk with his ancestor too, but the other male just shied away, getting closer to his brother. Since then no one talked to him directly, asking whatever they want to ask him to Asura. "I can´t leave them alone"

"Itachi, what are you thinking?"

"That guy… there has to be a reason why the Uchiha clan just trusted in itself. My family is… were so close to each other, always watching each other´s back and never trusting an outsider" he looked at Indra again. "Just see him, he is on his guard, only trusting his brother"

"I see your point, the Uchihas got it from him" his lover´s frown got deeper. "Okay, what did I missed?"

"Everything" his eyes turned into a Sharingan. "A clan that needs tragedy and pain to achieve power and that thinks that to protect themselves they have to close themselves, just thrusting in their own blood relatives… a vision of the world like that doesn´t appear out of nowhere. Someone, the ancestor, have the start it."

"But Indra thrusts his brother and he is technically a Senju… or a Uzumaki, whatever he is… huh this mess with ancestors is horrible. Do you think mine will be the next one to appear?"

"Let´s hope not… who are your ancestors by the way?"

"My grandmother from my mother´s side was a Hozuki, apart from that… Hoshigaki, but I don´t know where the clan began" they looked at both ninshu heirs. Asura was comfortable talking to the others, spilling the past as if it was nothing, much to the amazement of his descendants. To them it was incredible that the ninjutsu didn´t began as a weapon, but as a connection between people and jutsus were just a way to simplify life. Indra was quiet. When the Hokage was alone with them, the Uchiha talked and even got closer, more comfortable with the woman. But when the males appeared… "What do you think happened to him?"

"I don´t think I want to know"

"Why?"

"The origin of a clan is important in dome way. If there were a clan born by a despicable act… there will be some repercussions, like the excluding of the clan. I don´t want my children to know something like that"

"Yeah, my neither" the shark then smiled. "But I want to know who my ancestor was!"

"Me too"

-In another time-

"Do I want to have a rematch?" asked Byakuya to himself, walking towards the place he has arrived first. In his path, the lightning left holes on the ground, that quickly were filled of water. Strangely, this water was like a mirror. He looked at himself in the water and, after staring his reflex for minutes, the image changed, showing him a person exactly like him, but with short hair and a Konoha headband. "What the…?"

"Who are you?" he listened the reflection. He activated his Sharingan and reached inside the pound, grabbing the stranger. They ended up face by face in an ocean deep pound, looking amazingly at each other. When Byakuya resurfaced, he was near Konoha.

"Pochiri! So you were here" said Tobirama, that chose that moment to appear. Thankfully his eyes deactivated for the surprise and he was able to hide the fact that he was an Uchiha. "I was… when did you start to grow your hair?"

"Errrr…"

"You were using a jutsu to hide it, no?" the albino was acting so familiar to him that it made him sick. "You know your mother doesn´t like it, you shouldn´t do it, Mito-hime is going to yell at you"

"Mito-hime?"

"Yes, you mother. You better cut it before she sees it tonight" he sighed and made a sign. "Come with me, we don´t have time to lose"

"Why? What?"

"You Suiton, remember? You wanted me to help you to perfect it" the future Hokage raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling okay? If not we can do this another time"

"No, it´s okay" smiled the young man and followed. He wasn´t sure what was happening, but for now he just followed the flow. Tobirama, not so sure that his nephew was okay, looked at him cryptically. He wasn´t wearing his usual jonin uniform, but some kind of… a thing he will never use, too tight, with too much black and red. "Are you coming… uncle?"

"Oh, yes" was that some sort of distaste? But they were very close! Pochiri, who was mistreated by his mother and mostly ignored by his father, turned to him to talk and they somehow became closer than his brother and him. Why was there some distaste in him?

"What should I do?" asked Byakuya, trying to remember how to do a Suiton. Yes, he used to do Suiton when he was a kid or a mock of it, not even proper for fighting, but it was incredibly hard for him. He left it as soon as he learned Katon, which he was a genius at… it was not that he chose the easiest way. It made him remember his sensei at the style and the time they were close.

"Do a Misurappa" answered the future Niidaime, looking at his nephew with a smile. This brought back memories he didn't want to recall, good or bad. Tobirama and him in a sunny day, chatting while the white haired Senju taught him some silly trick that his father neglected to teach him… Tobirama with his sword up, the blade dripping the blood of Izuna while Byakuya screamed his brother´s name, seeing his dead body fall… "Is there something wrong?"

"No, I will do that" and he tried, but silly tricks were nothing like an actual battle jutsu and he messed that up.

"You have gotten worst, weren´t you practicing?"

"Shut up"

Meanwhile, a confused Pochiri was on the other side of the pound, coughing after almost drowning. How did he end up like this? He didn´t know. His day started as something normal. He was woken up by a scream from his mother, then took his littlest brother Kit to his team (the brat was still a genin two years after graduating, a surprise for everyone). After that he returned home, all without seeing his father, that never wanted to see them, and scolded his other younger brother, who was reading calmly. He didn´t listen to him and continue passing the pages. Pochiri shook his head and noticed that he was late for his meeting with his uncle. When he was searching the place for his training he found some strange pounds that looked like mirrors and he saw himself in one. But it was not him, the other guy was different. Suddenly they were face to face and he appeared there.

"Nii-san?" asked a voice behind him, his hand flew to his kunai pouch. He stopped when he noticed it was Kit… no, the boy there looked exactly like his brother, but his hair was long and the dressing style different. "Bya-nii, what are you doing?"

"Ehhhh… nothing?" he answered, unsure of what was happening. This Kit was nothing like the one he was used to, he held himself with confidence while the other cowered just with a glare. Besides, Kit was ashamed that he never managed to surpass genin level, with a low chakra level. This one has enough chakra to share with all Konoha and his attitude told him that he won´t let anyone look down on him.

"Izuna, don´t ran off like that!" another voice was heard. It was known too. Ahou? He was thinking. The chakra was the same too. But when he appeared… since when their mother let them grew their hair? Even if they were adults she would take care of shortening their hairs. And this Ahou… something was really off here. "Byakuya nii-san, there you were"

"Byakuya?"

"Why did you cut your hair, nii-san?" asked Izuna. "And those clothes…"

"I found them" he quickly followed. "I was just… dressing up?"

"Why in that?" the long haired Ahou asked. Now that he thought about it, with long hair his troublemaker brother looked a lot like an Uchiha, something strange.

"Sora-nii, leave him alone" he youngest one interceded. "Anyway, Bya, mama is calling. Food is ready and you were late."

"Shit!" his mother was going to kill him, something that will give her a lot of pleasure. The doomed shinobi followed his brothers to a cave… since when did they love in a cave? He entered with them and there, in front of a stove, he found the worst missing nin of all history. The younger took an instinctively step back.

"There you are, Byakuya" said Uchiha Madara, not taking his eyes off the stove. "Help your brothers to fix the table so we can eat, would you?"

"Yeah… sure" Pochiri, trembling did what he was told, and fixed the table along with the other boys. Still afraid, he sat down and the others began to eat. Soon he was amazed. In his house food was shared in silence, with his mother throwing murderous glares at everybody, Ahou eating with his eyes closed, not seeming to care, and the other three cowering and wishing they could gain their mother´s love. This has nothing to do with that. The boys talked a lot with the older man, joked and even laughed, something that warmed his hearth. This was the family dinner he dreamed about… but it wasn´t his family.

"Bya, is there something wrong?" asked Madara. The man wasn´t the murderous and evil shinobi he has imagined… per his uncle´s words. The wondered for a minute if the hate of the village towards him was just a misunderstanding, caused by Tobirama and his paranoia. This version of him was a caring and loving parent.

"I´m not feeling so good" he confessed, getting up. "I will go to my room"

"Do you want me to take you medicine or something?"

"No, thanks" he flee to his… Byakuya´s room. There he found a lot of things that gave him the creeps, like burn marks on the wall, a Konoha symbol pierced with kunais, weapons everywhere, piercing other Konoha items… it apparently belonged to a person with a lot of issues, rage issues. The only thing that was saved from his fury was the bed, where a book sat neatly. It looked as if it wasn´t opened for years, but it was still precious. He picked it up and opened it in the marked page. It was Uchiha Madara´s diary. He began to read and found out that he got pregnant after an affair with the Shodaime. "What?!" amazed, he continued reading, thinking that in his world the tale will end up in the baby´s death and Madara turning crazy from the pain. When he reached the point of the birth and what happened later, he dropped the book. "No, there is no way…"

"Byakuya, are you feeling better?"

"Yes… erm, mama" he mimicked the others. Madara get in with some soup in his hands and a worried expression.

"I hope you are okay" he put the soup on the table. "Here, I made you some light chicken soup, you will be better in no time" he sat down besides him. "Sorato told me too that you meet an old acquaintance that offered you a rematch with Hashirama" his expression turned sad. "Look, son, I don´t want to tell you what to do, but… I love you and I don´t want to lose you. Last time you fought with him I nearly did and…"

"I won´t" quickly answered Pochiri. If what the book told him was true, his father was not worth even the effort. Or the fury.

"Really? It´s good to hear, I´m calmer with that" smiled the Uchiha, then embraced him. This gesture was so filled with love and warm that he closed his eyes. He even recognized the smell and heath beat from some forgotten memory. Unconsciously he started humming the old song that always soothed him. "Hum? You already forgot the lyrics?" Madara ran a hand through his hair. "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…"

"Mama…" he felt asleep. After some hours, he woke up in the middle of the night and walked down the corridors of the cave house. He stared at his sleeping mother and began wondering if he should stay there. It was going to be easy, to take over Byakuya´s live, to steal his happiness. Yes, he should do just that… but he got worried about his brothers at home. Maybe things could still be fixed up there. In the darkness of the room two pairs of Sharingan eyes stared at him.

"Who is him?"

"It´s not our business, he won´t do us harm" Sorato went back to sleep, but Izu wasn´t content. He needed to find out.

Meanwhile, on the other side, after a bad afternoon with his uncle, Byakuya escaped his house and followed the man to his hidden lab. He knew the albino, they used to be very close before the whole family mess started and the man always talked to him about his desire to study the Sharingan and it´s secrets. They finally reached the place, there were a lot of jars with organs and metallic tables with sewn up bodies in different states of rotting (Orochimaru´s lair, only that all the subjects were Uchihas and dead). And eyes… he finally located what he was looking for.

"Mama" he passed a hand over his mother´s body, recognizing that it wasn´t a bunshin, but the true thing. He felt like crying and killing the albino for doing this. Containing himself, Byakuya stole the body and the organs that belonged to his mother. He took them out of Konoha and burnt them, so no one else could desecrate the body. He finally buried the bones and ashes, finishing with a simple tombstone just when the sun was getting up. "I know you are there"

"Our mother?" asked Ahou, appearing out of nowhere. His true appearance was just like Sorato, sans the hairpins. He constantly moved his hair away from his face with a hand. His eyes were the usual Mangekyo. "Uchiha Madara"

"Yes… you would have liked him, he was amazing… and cooked like a pro" he lowered his head, smiling. "I can´t believe here even Izu is never going to know him" the other kneeled by his side in silence. "Go to where his things are kept and rummage inside. You will find two silver hairpins that will solve your problem"

"Hum?"

"Just trust me… Sorato"

In the morning, on the other side of the water mirror, Pochiri made the mistake of accepting going to a job with Sorato. He thought it was going to be something easy, like what he did in Konoha. He soon found out that it was a highly dangerous job. The brothers ended up fighting with an army. The bloody scene left the older Uchiha impressed. Did Byakuya do this for a living? Why? It never crossed his head that jobs for ninja outside of shinobi villages were so scarce.

"Why… did we did this again?" he panted.

"Because we need money and with the villages monopolizing the work for shinobi we only have the ones they rejected" said the raven, cleaning his kunai. "And you… there is something really off with you today. Just two tomoe?" he signaled Pochiri´s newly awaken Sharingan. "You have a Mangekyo, use it"

"Mama knows we are here?"

"We sneaked through the back door, remember? By now he should have an idea, but that doesn´t mean he likes it" Sorato signed. "Let´s grab the money and leave before our dear mother throws really bad fit"

"Yes…" that afternoon, after the reprimand, he walked back to the water mirror. He still liked this life, but missed home and his siblings. "I will be back, I just need some more time"

"Who are you really?" asked Izuna, behind him. "And where is Bya-nii?"

"Me… ah…" the boy moved closer, feeling something ratter strange in the liquid.

"Is he there?" the older anted to block him, but was ambushed and knocked into the portal. They appeared on the other side, where Byakuya was.

-Some hours before-

"Who are you and what did you do to my nephew?" asked Tobirama. Hashirama was with him, trying to calm him down. The Hokage immediately noticed the difference between his almost unknown son and this young man.

"Uchiha Byakuya" answered the stranger, showing his Mangekyo.

"That´s impossible" Hashirama was shocked.

"What did you do with Pochiri?"

"Let´s see… he is another place? I don´t know if it´s better just another place" laughed the Uchiha.

"You bastard" Tobirama threw a kunai, but Susanoo stopped him. Byakuya fled, leaving behind the two Senju brothers. "Aniya, who is Uchiha Byakuya"

"He is… was Madara´s son" confessed the brunette. "He died when he was a day old"

"Well, apparently he did not" the albino frowned. "Why didn´t you tell me the bastard had a child?"

"He died, that was all… or at least that´s what I believed"

-Back to the present-

"Pochiri!" Tobirama came running towards them and Izuna used his kamui to escape. His uncle hugged him in relieve and took him back to the village. There his afraid siblings and his disappointed mother were waiting for him.

"You should have died" she received him with that.

"Shut up, bitch" he answered. It was a huge relieve that she wasn´t really his mother, this way at least he could protect himself from her abuse. Her face contorted in rage and she stood up to slap him, but was stopped and thrown back on her seat. "Try to hit me one more time and I will completely forget that you are a woman"

"Pochiri! That´s not way to treat your mother!"

"She is not my mother" he answered and left the house. He needed to find Byakuya quickly. "Where are you?"

"Right here" the missing nin appeared in the middle of Konoha. "So… did you enjoyed my life for a day?"

"It was… interesting" the hokage and his guards appeared in that moment.

"What changed here? Could it be… the day we met in the lake? We talked for a moment, he comforted me… that was the first time I felt the love of a mother"

"Unfortunately, my time in your world was my first time" he answered coldly. "I ran away that time and now am paying the consequences" he changed the theme quickly. "Why are you doing this? I don´t understand that"

"Because he deserves it" he signaled their father. "For everything"

"Why not let go?"

"Because I want to kill…"

"That´s not what I mead!" Pochiri grabbed the other by the shirt with strength. "You are so lucky!" You have a precious family! Maybe you don´t have a father, but you have a mother that loves you and will die for you! Everything I´ve ever wanted! Just five minutes feeling that love and I… I…"

"That´s exactly why" said the long haired one. "Because I´m that lucky to know my mother… is that I can´t stand those that badmouth him!" yelled the other. "Those assholes, inventing things about him and talking bad in his back. Telling the world he was a monster! Ostracizing him!" his hate towards the village became evident. "They judge without knowing him, because they thought what they heard is enough. It´s not! We are the only ones to really know him, they couldn´t talk"

"Byakuya… you and your brothers are lucky, you shouldn´t care what the others say, just enjoy what you have"

"That was touching" someone appeared out of nowhere. It was Ahou, the genjutsu around him banished too and it revealed the carbon copy of Madara. He had some funerary incense in his hands.

"Brother, what…"

"Shush, Tobirama, let me handle this" Hashirama turned to him. "Ahou, what are you…"

"Sorato" he stopped the other. "I was just going to my mother´s grave to lit some incense before leaving"

"Leaving? You are leaving the village? With your training…" suddenly from the youngster emerged a big Susanoo, complete and everything. His massive chakra signaled to them that they have been fooled, Sorato has Kage level reserves and would be a great danger outside.

"Surprised? I only kept this a secret because your ninja system bored me and I dropped out of your Academy because it was a nuisance" he calmly stated. "All that stupidity about companionship and love… who is going to believe that? I only stayed because of my siblings, I cared for them, but now that they know the truth they will protect them by themselves"

"Woow, in any dimension he will always be the good old Sorato of the Kyoka Suigetsu" he smiled.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Hashirama. He has already seen his love leave that way once, now he has to lose his son in the same way? And the one that looked most like his late mother…

"Because I don´t care about a stupid dream, this idiotic village or it´s inept wannabe shinobi" answered the boy seriously. "I will follow the path I deem best and I will never achieve greatness here. Hope you don't see me on the battlefield, because I won´t doubt to kill any shinobi who faces me." He disappeared.

"That was…"

"Sora-nii is Sora-nii anywhere" said another voice. Izuna appeared there with Kamui. "Hello, Bya, did you have fun?"

"Not really, but… it was somehow eye opening" the younger smiled. "Let me destroy this place and then we will be gone"

"Mama told you to work with your temper issues"

"Kid, like something like that is going to happen!" Hashirama got into position and prepared to fight his son… well, one version of him. He expected a Suiton user and got a Katon one. Just like his mother, he said to himself. Closing his fists, he prepared to deliver fatal wound when Izuna got in the middle, closing the other´s wounds.

"He is a medic?" they all turned to Kit.

"I never thought about going into medicine… maybe I have talent there"

"You are an airhead" said Pochiri and then remembered something. "Threw them into the water mirror! They will go home and with a seal they will never get out!"

"Got it!" the battle ended up with the two brothers getting expelled from that dimension and appearing in the woods near their home.

"You are back?" asked Sorato lazily laying in a tree branch.

"Yes" Byakuya stretched. "This was so liberating… without dying. And I really hope mama never knows about it, deal?"

"Deal"

"Now… it´s near dinner? I´m starving!"

"You never change" they started to walk home. "Nii-san, are you going to get a rematch with the Shodaime now?"

"No, he is not even worth the effort" maybe the way to treat his anger issues was just to let go.

-In the other side-

"I knew you will be here" said Hashirama, getting close to talk to his son for the first time in years. He noticed how much the boy changed through the whole ordeal… as well as his vision of his father. Before, he was a hero he wanted to get close too and worked hard from that, now, he was just a broken man, who tore his family apart and lost the love of his life just because he was unable to get over the others opinion. "I want to…"

"We have nothing to speak about" Pochiri was still angry at him. Well, angry was too little. If it weren´t for him he would have had a good mother, one that would tend to him and give him the love he so much desired.

"I think we do"

"Yes?"

"Look, I know it´s hard to understand, but I did what I thought would be better for everyone, even for you… it didn´t go as I hoped, sorry for that" the Senju lowered his head. "It went terribly wrong in fact. There isn´t one day where I didn´t wish for me to have chosen otherwise. Then we would be all laughing together, you brother wouldn´t have let and… well, you already met Madara, no? He…"

"Mother… he was amazing" he stated. "In just a hug he gave me everything I wished from you and that whore you call a wife and I could tell why Byakuya and Izuna were so loyal to him" he stood up and didn´t look at him. "I don´t know how he ended up with someone like you, who is lower than trash" his harsh words hurt the village leader "it´s as if you won a lottery… and you didn´t appreciated it"

"Poc…"

"Byakuya from now on, after all we are the same" his Sharingan glare was piercing. "I´m taking a page from Sorato´s book and leaving. I will not return here. Have a good life"

"Son, wait…" outside of the village, someone else was waiting for him.

"You knew I will do this, no?"

"Is there no way to stop you?" answered Tobirama. He was worried for his nephew. After thinking, he didn´t care if he had Uchiha blood, he was still the child he helped raising and wasn´t going to let him take the wrong path. "Look, I know you have many reasons to hate aniya, but…"

"Did you really… kept my mother´s body to cut it in tiny pieces and study the Sharingan? Would you do it with me too?"

"Who told you that?" the albino was like frozen.

"You did" he took a step back. "I can´t trust in…"

"Now you are being an idiot, of course I wouldn´t do that!" Tobirama slapped him. "Stop being paranoid, this is another reason why you can´t leave like this, all alone. You will end up snapping just like Madara did" he looked at his uncle, tears in his eyes. "Listen, maybe I was rash judging your mother, maybe all he needed was to keep you four, a new chance. That´s why I´m not letting you screw up your life"

"I can´t… stay in the same place as them, it´s too painful"

"Suck it up… and move to my house, you already stay there three weeks a month"

"Can I?"

"Sure, there is plenty of space"

"Hum…" they walked back to Konoha. "Why didn´t you do the same for Sorato?"

"He is different, never letting anyone know what he is truly thinking or feeling. He lets his family in… in a strange and unique way" the albino looked at the sky. "In that way he reminds me a lot of your uncle Izuna"

"That´s true" they continued walking. "Can you tell me histories about my mother?"

"You should ask Hashirama, through my eyes no history about him could be pretty or lovable" he lowered his head. "I never tried to see his true self, the man behind the warrior, I was so blind… like everyone. But that doesn´t mean I think you were lying when you told that he would have been a good mother. Maybe what I didn´t see is that he just needed a chance… a chance to love and win the others love"

"Let´s just hope he found peace now"

"Oh, I bet he did?" they stopped, seeing the now tombstone hidden between the trees. Sorato´s incense was still burning in the tomb and his siblings have visited it too, leaving gifts, trying to get close to the mother they didn´t get to know. "All his children returned home now"