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.

Fire, Water, Wind

Part 4

"Mizu-kun seems to be staring at you extra hard today, Hi-kun," Kyoko-hime - she'd made him drop 'sama' but he refused to drop all formalities when she didn't even know his real name, so she settled for just Kyoko-hime - said as he lead her around the little dinner party the other Daimyos had thrown in order to salvage the situation due to the climbing tension between Hi no Kuni, Kaze no Kuni and Kumogakure after the event from two nights ago. Apparently, the only thing they could think up to ease the tension was to dress themselves and their attendants like dolls and parade around their wealth in a not so subtle way to distract everyone from the findings that Akatsuki might be on them soon.

Madara really didn't understand civilians and was grateful to Amaterasu, Susano'o and Tsukuyomi that he was born Uchiha, so far from civilian that he doubted even the patriarch and matriarch of his clan when they had founded it had been anything but ninja. Or at least warriors of some sort.

Fuck the civilians' lifestyle and fuck Setsuna-jiisan for trying to convince him to participate in it more than he already has to. He's a shinobi through and through and he likes it that way, thank you very much.

"I really don't know what you're talking about, hime-sama," he replied, keeping an eye out for any strange behavior and trying not to stare at the traditional servant clothing an irate Tobirama and Not Amused Mito had been forced into. That Hatake pride seemed to be making an appearance and Mito was tired of being propositioned for her pretty face and rare hair color by men twice or more her age and her ladylike behavior and mask was cracking, threatening to unleash the fearsome Uzumaki temperament she usually hid and controlled so well onto them all. Tobirama wasn't really faring any better. They'd put makeup on his face tattoos - and he looked weird without them after years of having them - to make him less recognizable and he wore glasses so his red eyes wouldn't pop out, but that mad him no less interesting to the noble ladies or even some gentlemen. Madara wasn't sure why that irritated him a bit but he took great pleasure in Tobirama not so subtly telling them to fuck off while remaining perfectly polite and even wearing a fake smile that looked like it would crack his face.

It was almost a religious experience, really.

Still, he understood why people were hanging all over his friends. Tobirama and Mito - and Minato-sensei, had he deigned to take of his mask, but he was an official bodyguard and had to stay in uniform. It had been interesting trying to convince the Daimyo that Mito's and Tobirama's youthful appearance was genjutsu and then he'd actually had to cast a subtle genjutsu on them so people wouldn't recognize them on first glance for who they were even with the subtle changes to their appearance - were exotic in their coloring and looks, even in some of their behaviors, and they looked breathtaking in a kimono. Hashiram was one lucky bastard to have caught Mito's eye, even if Madara will kill him if he in any way ever hurts the girl he'd call sister.

Seriously, without his facial tattoos and Byakugo and with a simple white wrapping around his forehead that almost blended in with his hair if not for its natural Hatake-silverish sheen, Tobirama in a pale green servant's kimono with red lining almost didn't look anything like Senju Tobirama that the world knows best with a sword in hand and a glare on his face that promised a swift death. The glasses were also distracting.

Mito, though, had to get a bit more of a makeover. The Byakugo seal was, of course, covered up, but she'd gotten some subtle make-up around the eyes and some lipstick instead. Her hair was out of their customary buns and was instead left to flow free down her back with some of it pushed towards the left side of her face to cover it up. In a pale blue kimono with red lining and a yellow obi and a tray in her hand, she didn't really resemble herself at all. She looked more like a lost princess or a seductress waiting to steal the hearts of men while the blood red lipstick suggested she eats them.

Madara wonders what the hell she had been thinking when she'd made them these disguises and was now immensely grateful to Kyoko-hime for pulling him out of that mess.

"Oh, come on. We are more than simple acquaintances or client and shinobi by now, Hi-kun. I'd like to consider ourselves tentative friends, or on the way to it. You can tell me if you and Mizu-kun had a fight. I might be able to help."

Madara turned his head away from observing the room to stare incredulously at his companion as though she had grown another head. "While Mizu-kun and I like to bicker in private or when returning from a mission, I can assure you that we didn't fight and that declaration has nothing to do with us actually still being on a mission. Though he has been a bit uneasy a couple of days ago, but it seems to have passed now."

He still didn't see the connection to Tobirama's prickly demeanor that night beyond maybe him being relieved that Madara won't make complications for Konoha if he'd thought that Kyoko-hime had a crush on him or something and knew Madara would turn her down? If that was it, then it explains it well enough... He thinks.

"Oh. Then maybe he is jealous that you are standing with me all the way over here instead of spending time with him over there, on the other side of the room?" The girl suggested and Madara snorted.

"That might just be it." Tobirama may have went for another trip to the snow leopards' domain to regain his control over not needing Madara's chakra signature to ground himself, but he still preferred to have it on hand, so to say.

"You can go check up on him, if you want. I think I'd like a chance to speak with Gengetsu-san, privately, if you don't mind." And Madara didn't need to be raised in a court or by someone on it to recognize a polite 'So please fuck off,' that may as well quietly complete that sentence. He snorted but let her go, keeping an eye on everyone even as he made as if to cross the room to do just as she suggested when he noticed Mio-san, dressed in the same kimono as Mito, if with a few decorations that stated her status as the Daimyo's daughter's personal handmaid, was still standing at his side.

"Mio-san," he said with a nod of his head by way of acknowledgement when he noticed she was staring intensely at him and watching in curiosity as she blushed for some inexplicable reason. "May I be of assistance?"

"I- That is- Hi-kun, I was wondering ... I mean-" Madara watched in something akin to curiosity as the woman stuttered more and more with each attempt at speech but tripped up more and more every time she opened her mouth. Fascinating. He hadn't thought a human could turn that shade of red. She almost put the Sharingan to shame.

"ANBU-san, I have a message for you." A servant boy saved Mio-san from her own embarrassment when he arrived and handed Madara a little slip of paper with his name on it. "I know not who it is from, it just appeared on my tray. Excuse me, please." And then the boy was off, not a single lie in his weak civilian chakra signature that Madara could detect. He frowned under his mask and unfolded the note.

He handed it to Mio-san with gruff instructions to hand it to Tobirama and a simple, halfhearted excuse before he made his way outside, into the bigger clearing in the gardens and crossed his arms. "I am here, oinin. Show yourself and state your business." He made sure to keep his Sharingan active and his senses extended. It's not everyday a Kiri oinin invites a Konoha ANBU out into a dark, secluded garden for a private 'talk'.

"I am pleased you answered my invitation, ANBU-san," Haku of the Yuki Clan said as he appeared on one of the trees that was the border between the garden and the forest beyond.

"Enough chitchat and just tell me what you wanted."

"I was rather impressed by your medical knowledge, when you and your companions declared so easily the time of death on that Kumo nin the Wind Daimyo had hired. When I thought about it, though, it occurred to me that ANBU are practically suicide squads, taking missions no one else can for various reasons, the elite who as soon as it becomes clear that they are losing, they destroy their own bodies. No falling back, no medical attention if it's more than a scratch. So why would there be not one, but two ninjas in an ANBU squad with any medical knowledge at their disposal, let alone at that level? You are hiding something, ANBU-san, if I may even call you that."

"It is in a shinobi's nature to hide things, oinin. Or should I just say Yuki Haku, since we are talking about hiding things. Does your partner know? Or was he the one that had saved you from the bloodline purges of Kirigakure and Mizu no Kuni as a whole?" Haku tensed and Madara knew he may have gone too far. Kekkei Genkai are not as welcomed in Kiri as they are in Konoha.

"If you know my secret, ANBU-san, then I fear you must die. Please forgive me."

Madara, had he not had the Sharingan active, probably wouldn't have seen the senbon coming until it was too late. As it was, he easily dodged them and took out a kunai, throwing it at the other masked teen. But Haku was faster than he'd given him credit and easily got out of the way, throwing more senbon Madara's way. The Uchiha dodged, the weapons not nearly small nor fast enough to catch him off guard. The Sharingan saw everything.

(Except maybe the Hiraishin, but there was a damn good reason why Madara honed his sensory abilities as well as his Sharingan skills, damn it.)

"Rather bold of you to assume you have what it takes to take me out," Madar shot back, throwing in shuriken with some wires in the mix, directing their trajectory in various ways that made the oinin - if he really even was one to begin with - run all over the place to avoid them. Madara didn't use any jutsus in fear of flaring his chakra too much and drawing other shinobi's attention or simply lighting up the gardens enough that even a civilian would notice a fight was going on. He would rather the Five Nations not descend into war. The Daimyo were sure to drag the shinobi villages into it, fucking civilians.

"I am shinobi. It is my duty to have what it takes to fight my enemies." Then Haku disappeared from his vision with a seriously fast Shunshin, appearing somewhere behind Madara and he felt that ice cold chakra surge and he didn't bother with anything else but the Hiraishin to get out of the way of the sharp icicles that now occupied the place where he had been standing seconds ago. Unfortunately, the other boy seems to have directed him into a preset trap as senbon rained down on him and Madara was too busy with deflecting them with his hastily drawn katana to give much attention to Haku appearing several feet in front of him.

Then, the other's chakra surged again, so fucking freezing to his senses it was utterly uncomfortable, and that was enough to draw a portion of his attention to his masked opponent to see a rather strange hand seal being made before ice mirrors rose around him in a dome and Haku simply stepped into one. 'Oh, fuck.'

"Surrender, ANBU-san, and I will make it painless."

"Fuck that and fuck you." As if Madara would ever run from a fight, even when suddenly every mirror showed the same image, Haku with his mask like incoming death, three senbon in each hand, between deft fingers, ready to sink into Madara's flesh at any time. 'You want to fight Kekkei Genkei against Kekkei Gengkai, eh? Well, while I might not be able to copy your jutsus, I can still see through them and your speed is simply not enough for my Sharingan.'

Which he proceeded to prove as he easily kept track of the real Haku in the mirrors and still dodge all the senbon that came from almost every direction. He got a few scratches here or there but the needles weren't even caked in poison so he knew he could ignore the weeping wounds for now. They were shallow and no more than a scratch, will be uncomfortable to heal if left on their own at most and won't even take longer than five days if he'd just slather cream on them. As long as he avoided the ones aimed at the typical acupuncture points - the only place where senbon could do some serious damage if not used in huge amounts or with poison - or his organs, he will be fine. Besides, this was almost fun. It's been a while since he's had a new sparring partner whose style he didn't know. Haku was skilled and strong from what he could tell of the few brave attempts to take him off guard with a full on, physical, frontal assault and a taijutsu spar with him would have probably been a delight, if for the novelty of it if nothing else.

But then he felt a familiar surge a chakra, Mito's and Tobirama's chakra signatures flaring in warning and alarm before the first explosion shook the place, followed by screams and curses. Madara cursed under his breath as Deidera set off even more of his crazy explosions and he caught Haku's arm on the other's next lunge and would have given up his own identity by putting him in a Sharingan induced genjutsu had the Kiri boy not froze in his hold as another familiar chakra flared in both their senses.

Haku released a distressed wail of "Zabuza!" before they exchanged a glance, made a silent truce and Madara Hiraishined them both back into the no crashed party.

Madara, of course, first turned his attention to his teammates and his clients to make sure everything was even remotely alright. The first thing he registered was that the Fire Daimyo was being escorted out of the chaos by one of Tobirama's Kage Bunshin while the real deal was trying to wrestle Setsuna-jii-san away from where Deidera seems to be aiming at the Senju and Madara's uncle just happened to be there at the wrong time. They looked slightly worse for wear but Tobirama seemed to be preparing to make another Kage Bunshin to get the old adviser away to safety.

MInato-sensei was engaging a huge teddy bear like clay creature just waiting to explode and Deidera, who really wasn't dead which was a damn shame, cackled and spoke of revenge for killing his 'Sasori-danna, un' and shaming him in the eyes of his organization. Mito seemed to be busy dealing with, once again, Biwa Juzo, forgoing her disguise by releasing Kurama's chakra cloak to four tails, her whole body covered in red chakra with some black substance of whatever the hell it was and trying to keep out of reach of Hoshigaki's chakra-absorbing Samehada. Her seals seem to be tripping them up the most and she had assistance from Mu and some of the random ninja that came with Wind's Diamyo, so she was holding up fine. Though it was extremely unlike her to lose control like that and go into the fourth stage.

But then he caught glimpse of Kinkaku and Ginkaku with their own chakra cloaks and it became obvious that Kurama was not reacting well to his stolen power being so near, resonating in an uncomfortable way that was no doubt driving Mito crazy to compensate for on the go so it wouldn't mess up her seals.

Gengetsu, when Madara automatically sought out his charge, was doing a great job of protecting Kyoko-hime from the smaller clay creatures that kept trying to get close enough to blow up in their faces. Those water finger guns or whatever the name of the technique was were actually a bit frightening and Madara resolved to never let Tobirama learn it. He would rather not live in fear if Tobirama pointing a finger at him meant the younger of the Senju brothers was threatening to blow his brains out with a bullet made of water, thank you.

Then Haku tugged out of his hold and ran impossibly fast forward, towards the center of the room where Water Country's Daimyo was trying to scramble away from behind Momochi's figure pierced with almost numerous kinds of weapons that Madara spent one horrifically intrigued second wondering where the hell whoever had done that had kept them all and then he realized Haku was running to stand in front of Zabuza to act like a living shield. A living shield that was meant to intercept an electrified katana wielded by one far too familiar masked man.

Madara didn't even think. He Shunshined after Haku and made the boy get behind him, his Sharingan spinning until the Mangekyo sharpened his vision almost impossibly and Susanoo's rib cage encased him and the two Kiri (nuke?)nin, shattering the sword that had attempted to kill them both. The sudden surge of his chakra made Madara's flimsy falcon mask fly off his face and he gave zero fucks considering Mito and Tobirama had already given themselves away with their signature fighting styles and everyone knew Team Disaster traveled together 98.8 of the time.

Sharingan always gave clarity and a deeper perception, the Uchiha mind designed to process the too much visual stimuli in ten times faster than just about anyone else and the Mangekyo afforded an even clearer picture of the world. Madara appreciated it viciously in that moment as he caught the one eye visible through the single eye hole of the orange, swirly mask widen, at Madara's Mangekyo, at the Susanoo, it didn't matter. The Man faltered and Madara nearly cleaved him in half had he not, at the last second, turned intangible and fled from Madara's immediate reach. Madara snarled in rage at being denied revenge for his brothers, for the ones he had considered his brothers, for his clansmen, for Kurama, for Minato-sensei and his family.

The Man, though, he needed but a second to process what was going on before he chuckled. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Uchiha Madara, in the flesh. That's quite some eyes you've got there, baby Uchiha. You sure you know how to use them?"

Madara wondered if the man was damaged in the head because Madara was quite literally the first person in decades to not only get the Mangekyo, but to use its most advanced technique. Susanoo was no easy thing to form nor maintain though every since Izuna sneakily switched their eyes, it's become even easier. Izuna, though, was still disappointed that his greatest feat with his own new Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan was Amaterasu infused lightning. Or was it Amaterasu-based lightning? Madara didn't really know. Izuna, despite being the second strongest Uchiha since the warring clans era, still got rather worn out after the technique, no matter how gloriously destructive it was to call on black lightning out of fucking nowhere with the power to nearly split Hashirama's biggest mokuton creation in two with little fuss. And then set it on Amaterasu as aftereffect. It was draining and Izuna was still learning to control it.

Still no Susanoo from his little brother, though. There were no words to describe how disappointed Izuna was when he found that out once his eyes healed enough from the transplant to try it and he grew grumpy with Madara every time he called on the Susanoo without even activating the Mangekyo. It was easier with it but Madara was trying to train himself into forming it without activating his eyes at all. That ought to be a surprise attack in its finest and deadliest form.

"I think I can use them just fine."

The Man snorted. "And what does a brat like you know? Eyes like yours are so rare, people would kill for them. In fact-" The Man's arm shot out, that strange power of his allowing him to phase through the Susanoo's protective rib cage, reaching for Madara's throat-

Only for him to cry out in pain when lightning cracked in their ears as Raijin no Ken cut the limb off, unexpectedly, Tobirama having Hiraishined inside of the chakra construct with a snarl on his lips, his red eyes glinting and having a dark blue slit pupil in them. There were blue markings decorating his face, making him look quite cat-like in his Sage Mode and he was channeling natural energy into his deadly lightning sword, which was probably what had allowed him to even touch The Man. The Man's one barely visible eye was so wide Madara wondered how the Sharingan he could see through the the eye hole hadn't fallen out yet.

"You do not touch him!" The Senju growled like a beast and The Man took one shocked last look at them before he disappeared in that strange black, swirly vortex thing, gone even as Madara sent Amaterasu at him, the fire burning at the void until it closed and the black flames had nothing else to burn.

'That was a Mangekyo technique!' Madara realized, but his realization was short-lived as Haku released another cry and fell to his knees in front of a collapsed Zabuza, who was bleeding out on the floor. "Mito!" He called out without care and the redhead appeared by his and Tobirama's side in a pinkish flash, still in her four tailed chakra cloak. "I'll take over the Kumo wonders, you heal Zabuza and keep these two safe." The redhead didn't question him, instead placing a seal on herself to get her and Kurama's chakra under control despite the unsettling resonance, nodding as she returned to normal and immediately went with green glowing hands for Momochi. Haku went to snatch her hand away in a crushing grip but Madara grabbed his wrist before he could. "She's helping," he told the other teen, gently taking off the other's oinin mask so they can properly see eye to eye. Haku hesitated before nodding, relaxing his arm, which prompted Madara to let go, instead turning to a scowling Tobirama. Those red eyes turned to him in a second, dismissing the two Kiri nin in favor to listening to his teammate. Madara wondered when he'd become a pseudo leader of their team if Minato-sensei was unavailable or a situation didn't fall into the immediate specialties of his teammates. A thing to ponder another time. "That bastard's all yours, since you're the only one who can hurt him. Cut off more than his hand next time, but stay safe."

Tobirama nodded and disappeared in the white-blue flash that marked his Hiraishin, leaving Madara to nod at Mito in departure before he descended on the rampaging pseudo-Jinchuriki with all of his might. He's not sure how no one had noticed his Susanoo by now but he called it back, instead unsealing his gunbai for his preferred method of fighting. He'd rather control these two into calmness than reveal to the shinobi world the one trump card he hold secret. Or, well, as secret as it could be given that the Suna Siblings had seen him using Susanoo against Akatsuki last time they faced off.

At this point, he'll take what he can get.