Team Disaster: Origins Of Infamy
Summary: From the day they met to the day they made history, snippets in the lives of Konoha's infamous Team Disaster, their nearest and dearest and the devastation and chaos they cause.
You Have GOT To Be Kidding Me
"Just concentrate damn it! You've done it once before, surely you can do it again when you're actually thinking about it!"
"I can't you insufferable Senju! The reason I did it in the first place was because I acted on instinct! Without thought! It just happened! Besides, who's to say Tsukuyomi isn't the only thing I can do?"
"The records may be obscure but we've both read them, Madara. We both know that the two basic techniques anyone who awakens the Mangekyo Sharingan can use are Tsukuyomi and Amaterasu. If you can do one, you should be able to do the other."
"One, we can't know that because those lovely records you mentioned are incomplete. Two, they are based on the only two Mangekyo users before Izuna and I and surely Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke can't be an example of how every Uchiha functions after they get the Mangekyo! And three, you're an asshole!"
"I don't see how the last one is relevant to our experiment and the reason we are doing it at all is to discover just how accurate the records are. So less whining and more setting things ablaze with an eternal, all consuming black fire that doesn't leave even ashes in its wake."
" ... You only want to test if there is a way to extinguish it, don't you."
"I can neither confirm nor deny that."
"Get. Out!"
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"What if I scared you?" A single shriek followed that sudden question.
"By the mother of chakra, I will kill you, I swear!" Came the answer from somewhere near the ceiling.
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"What if-"
"No!" The villagers watched in faint amusement as a white haired thirteen year old trailed after the black haired fourteen year old as he stomped down the streets in frustration and fury, trying to outpace the younger boy despite him slowly living up to challenge their sensei for the title of the fastest shinobi of their time.
"But think about it! Just imagine if I-"
"Not happening!"
"But-"
"If you want to run your little tests, go bother Izuna, damn it!"
"He told me no."
"And what on this blasted, accursed Earth made you think I would say yes?!"
" ... I won't blow anything up in my other experiments for the rest of the month if you'd just-"
"Urgh!"
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"WHAT IN SAGE'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!? GET THAT THING OUT OF MY FACE!" Ryukyu by this point wasn't at all surprised to have her early morning tea interrupted in such a way. It's been going on for weeks, after all, and what kind of kunoichi would she be if she didn't adapt. Though the first time, she will admit to being scared and panicking - she had recently experienced a near crippling loss, after all, and only her two remaining children kept her afloat - and she had been severely annoyed by the seventh time for disrupting her morning peace.
"NO! FUCK OFF ALREADY, YOU CRAZY HATAKE-SENJU! GET OUT BEFORE I SET YOU ON FUCKING FIRE!"
" ... Would it happen to be black fire?"
"GET! OUT!"
Now, she was just glad to see that her eldest seems to have gone back to his old self. Tobirama-kun, too, by the sounds of it.
Ryukyu calmly sipped her tea as her house started filling up with heavy steam as fire and water incarnate collided.
It's good to know some things never changed.
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"Amaterasu help me, Tobirama, I am seriously going to punch all of your perfect teeth out if you don't stop pestering me!" Tsunade poked her head out of her office window when she heard the pissed off threat, only to find Madara and Tobirama storing down the street, a mission scroll in Minato's hand as he and Mito followed them at a much more sedate pace. Well, only Madara was storming about. Tobirama was just keeping pace with him, no doubt still on his case about training his new Mangekyo abilities.
"Actually, that's what we're hoping for. Maybe you should go to the shrine? Don't you Uchiha usually hold more to the old gods? Actually, why are your Mangekyo techniques named after Shinto gods? Do they actually give you power? What about-"
"Aaaaarh!"
The Hokage calmly returned to her work, enjoying the symphony that was Team Disaster's everyday interactions that many had thought would be lost to them in the wake of their losses.
Perhaps it was okay and not masochistic at all to welcome the chaos back, if just this once.
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"Okay, so Izuna told me that he sees even better with the Mangekyo than the ordinary Sharingan but he also says that it soaks up much more chakra and that his eyes sting if he focuses too hard. He also told me that there was some sort of tablet in that clan shrine of yours that supposedly reveals secrets of your doujutsu and I've been thinking that we should go check it out."
At this point, Madara was too sleep deprived to even argue anymore. They'd just returned from their first mission together since Minato-sensei went on that long term mission with Kushina-sama and they were all exhausted. Well, everyone except Tobirama, who usually operated on much less sleep than a normal human being because he was Senju like that. Not that Hashirama was even remotely like that. The big lug loved sleeping in whenever he can,especially in winter. Mokuton made him a lot more like a plant than most people realized.
The Uchiha glared down at the three different mission reports they each had to write because Team Disaster only ever got utter bullshit missions that would be practically suicidal for anyone not special jonin or ANBU level. Yes, the recognition and reputation it earned them was flattering, but all they really got for their exemplary work was some jonin vests for 'protection' and more paperwork. Madara was starting to think that the founders of Konoha and any other hidden village had been masochists and sadists rather than pacifists and visionaries, as people liked to portray them. No sane man would create a system that swamped everyone in blasted paperwork, especially not the kind that had to be fulfilled the instance you returned to the village when you were dead tired on your feet and one of your precious people was nagging at you about a doujutsu almost no one knew almost nothing about for centuries now, even the last people who had used it a hundred years ago.
"I was under the impression that only the Clan Head can view the Naka Stone Tablet," Mito, because she indulged Tobirama far too much in the past two or so months, especially when he roped her into pestering Madara during the mission about the possible abilities the Mangekyo might bring him, half asked and Madara glared harder. He could get away from this insanity and their questioning if only all of that useless paperwork was gone-
The three teens and their sensei all yelped and jumped back in fright as black flames suddenly erupted on their reports and started merrily dancing as it consumed it with a cheer that such an ominous fire should not mimic, no matter what. Madara didn't need to look in a mirror to see that he had, at some point, not only activated his Sharingan but had went straight for the Mangeko, just judging from the blood he felt sliding down his cheek, the slight sting he felt in his eyes and how impossibly sharper the world seemed. The tug at his chakra was definitely considerably larger than during any other jutsu he might use, so it was no wonder Izuna found it so hard to properly even activate it most of the time. While his reserves matched Tobirama's and maybe even outclassed him by a bit, Madara was a monster second only to Hashirama in that regard and even that was by their definition of by a little. It would definitely be a bit problematic for his younger brother.
"Seriously!?" The younger Senju brother had the gal to sound offended. He even dared glare at Madara. Minato-sensei just cried silent streams of tears as he realized that even their completed paperwork had gone ablaze and they would have to start all over again.
" ... We need to get a look at that tablet."
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"So you said the Tablet mentioned the ultimate Sharingan doujutsu if both Amaterasu and Tsukyuomi are activated and mastered? Can we te-"
"No, Tobirama."
"But-"
"Urgh!"
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"Should we interfere?" Touka asked one day as she and Mito watched Madara and Tobirama using Izuna and Hashirama as a barrier between themselves. Well, Madara was using their brothers to keep a distance between himself and the curious scientist inside of Tobirama. Tobirama was just trying to evade them so he might snatch Madara up so he can continue trying to convince the older Uchiha to continue the experiment Tobirama had started when he was still trying to get Madara to use Amaterasu and master consciously using Tsukuyomi before the Uchiha grew tired of him.
The sight before them was nothing short of comical and both kunoichi were getting much amusement from the idiocy of their male friends.
"I tried, a few days ago. Tobirama-san nearly chewed my head off." Hikaku, who rarely had the time to hang out with them all, shuddered at the apparent memory of Tobirama dealing with whatever stood as an obstacle in his way to scientific discovery and sating his own curiosity.
"We might want to do something before it occurs to Madara that he can just summon Ryujin-sama and flee to the animal dimension. I don't think the summons would take their shenanigans as lightly as the villagers do," Mito hummed as she sipped her tea, watching and enjoying Hashirama's returned boisterous laughter. The pain of loss had not faded and never will, fully, but it was nice to see that everyone was learning to live despite its weight on their hearts.
Even if that meant letting Tobirama terrorize Madara until the Uchiha snapped and discovered whatever other new powers he may have under emotional duress.
He was certainly dealing better with the Mangekyo than Izuna was.
Perhaps there was a method to Tobirama's madness after all.
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Tobirama cursed inwardly as he found himself kidnapped for the second time in his life, this time by Kusagakure, the unlucky idiots. Unlucky but unfortunately considerably smarter idiots because they apparently used to have an Uzumaki family in their village and had proper chakra suppressing and restraining seals and they used both as well as some herbal concoctions to make sure Tobirama was in no state to use his chakra. It was making him woozy but not unaware of his surroundings, so at least that was a plus.
Though he had no idea what they could possibly want from him and he didn't honestly care, if anyone cared to ask him. He just wanted these seals off. Fuck, he had just relatively recently learned how not to seek out Madara's chakra signature every time he felt overwhelmed but he had been stuck like this for days. He fears that when his team eventually comes for him, he might need to revert to old habits until he gets control of himself again. And he fears Madara might not be so inclined to indulge him given how much he had been bothering the Uchiha recently.
He tries not to wince as he realized he must have been extremely annoying. Tobirama had always thought Maito Dai to be particularly distasteful in the way he sought out his friend and annoyed him with pointless yelling and endless challenges that Madara always turned down. He didn't like the idea that he had possibly reached that level when he knew how stressed Madara was these past few months. The Uchiha of Team Disaster was far too young, just like his Anija, to slowly be taking on more and more Clan Head responsibilities so that they can learn how to lead clans as big as the Uchiha and the Senju. Izuna and Tobirama did their best to help, as did Hikaku and Touka and even Mito, but it ultimately fell onto the shoulders of two fourteen year old boys to carry their clans through such hard times. Ryukyu-sama and Okaa-san might be acting Clan Heads until their sons are ready to take the full brunt of their duties, but Madara and Hashirama had a lot to learn.
But Tobirama was also just a little bit selfish and childish, despite how well he understood the pressure his friend was under. The tragedy hadn't been easy on anyone and he himself had lost younger brothers and got extra duties to his clan. Almost nearly as much as Madara because Hashirama had a long way to go before he learned proper clan politics as that had never been something that had interested him before. He had no problem dealing with the people aspect, but everything else couldn't hold his attention properly for longer than a handful of minutes before his attention started wandering elsewhere, hence Tobirama had to all but share his brother's duties as well as his own. He knew how Madara felt, knew the duties were barely enough to keep his mind from straying to those dark places filled with grief and the need to avenge his brothers. He thought experimenting with the Mangekyo could potentially distract them both from their loss. Not the healthiest way to deal with such matters but definitely better than to indulge in the need to hunt down everyone involved with their brothers' deaths and decimate everything that stood even remotely in their path. Though it would seem he had gone overboard.
'Perhaps this is my punishment for stressing Madara so much at a trying time like this. Karma sure is a bitch, though, no matter what.' His senses will be more than frazzled by this. He already felt starved of stimulus given that he was so used to feeling the world much more intensely than just through his basic senses. Not being able to sense chakra was to a sensor the same as leaving a human for years in a white room with nothing else there, no sound or smell or any other company. It could very well lead to madness if it were left like that for longer periods of time and Tobirama had lost track after day five, when what little food they gave him stopped coming at a consistent rate and seemed to be delivered sporadically.
If he comes sane out of this, he might actually have to beg Madara to let him stick around like he used to be privileged to do since they had first met. He wasn't below that but just the thought of his friend being that annoyed or angry with him-
Tobirama found his train of thought derailed when, suddenly and completely out of nowhere, there was a loud noise, the ground and the room shaking all around him before something seemed to give under an immense pressure before things were falling and hitting the ground and air was whipping his face and what bare skin was on display in an overwhelming rush to his touch starved flesh. Then there was even more noise everywhere and his eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden brightness so he can see Madara and what appeared to be Touka and Hikaku tearing into whatever poor, misguided sods rushed to attack them through the big hole in the wall of his cell. In the distance, he could hear what sounded like rapid tree growth so that meant Hashirama was around and the rattling of chains and many bright flashes of yellow indicated the other members of Team Disaster were there, too.
Madara was by his side in minutes, eyes ablaze and already starting the process of ridding Tobirama of his seals. Izuna came into the room soon after, watching his brother's back while helping the two older cousins from a distance with shuriken and kunai or some fireballs. The older Uchiha brother was muttering curses and uncomplimentary comments at whoever had bound the missing Team Disaster member before looking over his shoulder to speak to Izuna.
"Go find his things. We can't leave anything for these bastards to steal, copy or make use of." Izuna just nodded and with one last fireball was off, leaving the two teammates alone.
Tobirama swallowed hard when the first seal came undone and some feeling returned to his senses. It was an unbearable relief to have Madara so close. "I'm sorry-"
"You damn well should be, you idiot. You had us all worried sick when you were two weeks late from a simple courier missions. The old hag didn't get any ransom notes and I had to go through Nekomata to speak with Kaida to see if something happened to you, so now I owe the giant fuzzball a giant taiyaki, which is going to be hell to find-"
"No, I meant," he hissed when another seal was all but ripped apart - Madara did not have the finesse he and Mito had honed in fuinjutsu but was still incredibly good at it under Mito's and Kushina-sama's relentless training so they were all equally skilled in things they can be equally skilled so no one was ever at more risk than someone else, a way of thinking that earned them their name and reputation in the first place - and even more of his sensitivity returned, only it was starting to feel like torture. His control was shot and his senses were reaching out everywhere and Madara couldn't very well flare his own chakra to blanket him when that would be practically a beacon for someone to come find them and make things even more difficult. "I meant about pestering you about your Mangekyo. I should have backed off at some point before it became annoying-"
"Don't be ridiculous, Tobirama," Madara was the one to interrupt the incoming rant with an aborted roll of his eyes that he needed focused on the seals so he can figure out the sequence in which he should remove them. Still, the tone of his voice delivered the message just fine. "I've grown up with you. I know how curious you are and how relentlessly you pursue the answers to your questions. And I was pretty damn obvious that you were just trying to distract us both from ... that. Besides, it would take a lot more for me to grow truly annoyed with you. You just exasperate me at times. You didn't doubt that I'd come get you, right?"
The Senju wanted to shift guiltily because the thought had crossed his mind in a moment of weakness that he was not proud of or broadcasting. Not when he was bound to get an impassioned rant of offense from his oldest friend. It's not like he even got a chance to answer, anyway, when the exact same second he attempted to make some excuse or the other, seven jonin level Kusa shinobi barged through the door of his cell, jutsus already hurtling their way along with several fuma-shuriken and Madara still in the middle of undoing the third seal. Neither of them were in the position to defend themselves and Tobirama wanted to curse but knew telling Madara to get the fuck out of here was more important and would have done it had he not felt an unfamiliar flare in the older teen's chakra before an immense wave of it was suddenly pushing outwards from the Uchiha's body, dark blue in color and growing, growing until it started forming a shape and the top of it burst through the ceiling.
The chakra construct was like a monstrosity from nightmares and ancient myths, a glowing skeleton that seemed to be on fire of the same color of its body, though that was no more than a trick of the eye as that was just what appeared to be excess chakra. Tobirama found himself and Madara in the middle of its rib cage as the weapons and jutsus all collided with it and were far too easily repelled, as though nothing had happened. Any further attacks received the same fate and not even the crumbling of the building around them seemed to affect the chakra giant. A single glance at his friend's eyes had Tobirama feeling like a venting tea kettle.
"You have got to be kidding me!"
"Well, you wanted the Susanoo," Madara threw back, sounding just the slightest bit out of breath but pushing through whatever discomfort he was feeling to make the skeleton swipe its gigantic hand and swat the jonin away like flies. They really stood no chance against its might.
Despite his indignation that only now Madara decided to manifest the strongest doujutsu of his clan, Tobirama grinned in a feral way akin to his summons. He had not liked his stay in Kusagakure at all. "Let's see what this baby can do."
Madara was only too happy to oblige.