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 5

Madara's target turned out to be right next to Tobirama's target, considering the mysterious Uchiha must be controlling Kinkaku and Ginkaku to rampage like this, even if she'd never actually known them to be particularly civilized or tame or keen on another's authority. Mito hated that Momochi was so injured she didn't have the presence of mind to both heal him and keep an eye out on her teammates when facing two such dangerous forces at once, especially since they didn't actually know all that The Man could do. His disappearing act had been unnerving and Madara in particular seemed uneasy about it, but she'll quiz him about it later, when this whole mess is resolved.

For now, she had to remind herself that Madara and Tobirama, even without her, making a marvelous team and that they won't let each other die.

Besides, she couldn't fight in these conditions even if Madara hadn't left Momochi's and the oinin's care in her hands. The seal she'd hastily put on herself was barely holding for finer chakra control needed for iryo-jutsus. It is easy to let go but there is no telling if she'd be able to reign in her's or the Kyuubi's chakra if she lost focus and let the resonance take over her chakra flow again. She'd have tired herself out eventually or, even worse, hurt her own chakra coils and pathways.

It's not as if Kurama could help it. That was his stolen chakra, after all.

So Mito forced herself to focus on the wounds in front of her, taking out one weapon at a time and healing the wound immediately, cursing inwardly The Man every time she detected poison on one of them. Damn him for making her job harder. She may not be in the best condition to fight right now, but she still could have secured the civilians or been healing others as well and not just Zabuza, who resembled a pincushion too much for her liking.

"Why are you helping us?" The Kiri boy - Haku, Madara had briefed them to be his name, a member of the dwindling Yuki Clan from Mizu no Kuni - asked, looking up at her in naked confusion and incredulity, as though no one had ever offered him kindness in his life.

Mito frowned at him, unsure what to make of him. "Madara asked me to."

"Yeah, but why is he helping us? I tried to kill him minutes ago!"

'You what!?' A part of Mito screams but she keeps it quiet. She always does her best to upkeep the image of a controlled, graceful, elegant lady so that she can surprise anyone who is stupid enough to test her strength or temper when she unleashes it and shows that indeed it is Uzumaki blood that runs through her veins. The element of surprise is a shinobi's best friend, after all. Besides, she only feels truly relaxed around her teammates and their families to allow that side of her show freely, since they won't judge her or stare incredulously at her when she lets go of all those manners and shovels five large ramen bowls as appetizers.

The redhead regards the dark brunet as the boy - a rather beautiful and pretty boy, with rather feminine features all things considered and it's not like his clothes helped determine his gender - kept tearing himself between fretting over the tall man he was partnered with and the reasons behind Madara's actions.

"Madara might not show it," she said, looking back down to her task but still splitting her attention so she can't be blindsided by the Kiri nin. "But he is a dreamer. He and his best friend lost all of their younger brothers but one and they won't ever forget it, Madara especially. They dream of making our village stronger, better, so no one would ever have to bury their younger siblings again. It may be worse for Madara. He sensed their deaths and he is an Uchiha. Uchiha don't take that kind of loss lightly."

"How does that have anything to-"

"He understands the loss of someone precious to you," Mito carelessly interrupted the question, not even looking up from her task of closing seemingly numerous wounds on the Swordsman of the Mist. She briefly wondered why Kiri's men were so damned tall. She wasn't sure even the Senju were that tall! "He felt it multiple times in a single day. My guess is that he realized how precious Momochi Zabuza was to you and he wished to spare you that pain. Feeling it just once could ruin a person."

"But I tried to kill him," feebly protested Haku and Mito glanced up to where Madara and Tobirama had decided to be little shits and scare the crap out of people while being all too competent, hands clasped together, the two of them standing back to back, arms connected from shoulder to elbow to their intertwined fingers as they channeled equal opposites of chakra natures until fire and water merged and Kinaku, Ginkaku and The Man were treated to a face full of liquid fire that had most of the other shinobi still milling around panicking. Mu definitely didn't seem all that pleased to be reminded of the day his village's shinobi had been treated to that same spectacle of power that Madara and Tobirama simply named Ekitai Kasai no Jutsu, no matter how much more imaginative the latter wanted to be. Madara preferred it simple so Tobirama gave in and let it be simple.

"We're shinobi," Mito said by way of explanation when she looked away from her teammates and started the finishing touches to Momochi's injuries. "If we don't try to kill each other, then we're not exactly good." With the exception of Hashirama, but Hashirama was the exception to a lot of rules. Like, a lot. "Besides, he's Uchiha and while the other nations don't know this, Uchiha prefer the company of people who can break them like twigs. Not literally, of course." Mostly because no Uchiha will actually stand still to let it happen. "But you get the message behind my point. If you've fought and Madara didn't immediately set you on Amaterasu, then he respects your skills. That combined with my earlier point and there you have it."

And Madara truly was more alike to Hashirama than he would ever like to admit out loud. There was a reason they were best friends. Either way, Madara saw something worth saving in Haku and Tobirama and Mito both knew at this point that there was no point doubting Madara's judgement - between being able to sense another's chakra for lies and having the Sharingan to confirm it, it was near impossible to lie to him unless one is a psychopath to its truest definition - or arguing against his decisions. He never made them rashly - he was,by far, the best strategist on their team, the reason they often turned to him for guidance, since he had an uncanny talent for long term plotting and planning to make things go his way; it was always interesting to watch him and Tobirama duke it out over shogi, as interesting as it was to see them go up against any Nara or Hatake - and he always had the well-being of their team at the forefront of his mind, so there was really no reason for them to doubt or argue or question. He'll either explain himself later, when there was more time for it, or his reasoning will become obvious before explanations are truly needed.

Team 4 did not become the infamous Team Disaster because they questioned each other's abilities, decisions or judgement.

They became who they are today through solid friendship, unshakable trust and unmovable devotion.

If Madara wants them to save a random pair of shinobi, then they freaking will.

(Just like if Mito said she wanted to paint new seals on them that they knew nothing about.

Just like if Tobirama wanted their help on testing an experiment or a new jutsu of his.)

Mito left Haku to his contemplation just as she finished healing Zabuza when there was a big, very much different Boom! shaking the entire estate from the direction the two blonds had been fighting. Mito's sigh was utterly put-upon when she raised her head and saw the cause. She had no qualms about raising her voice to be heard over the chaos. "Minato-sensei, there is something as far too much! Ransengan powered and combined with natural energy is it!"

The blond, blue eyed man looked up from where his technique had quite literally obliterated Deidera of Akatsuki until quite literally nothing but an ugly red, bloody smudge was left on the walls of the crater he had made, smiling sheepishly at his niece-in-law. "Apologies, Mito-chan. I guess I got carried away." Mito blamed aunt Kushina for the utter lack of regret or actual apology in his words, but she would wager that Deidera definitely deserved it. He had probably taunted Minato-sensei to the point the usually perpetually kind man snapped, probably about Menma-kun's kidnapping, which was a dick move. Still, Minato-sensei definitely shouldn't possess that vindictive streak and most probably wouldn't, if not for her aunt's influence.

Or maybe it was his best friend's, Fugaku-san's, influence that he was showing right now? Or even Madara's? It was hard to say but it almost tasted like Uchiha vengeance to her.

Still, all she did was send him a deadpan look, her face totally blank, as she pointed a single finger over to the two defected Swordsman of the Mist that worked for Akatsuki. "Please deal with them, sensei."

"Of course, Mito-chan."

Sensei was probably the best one to deal with them, anyway. If Hoshigaki Kisame tries to use Samehada on him, Minato-sensei could just let him absorb his chakra and the natural energy in harmony with it to turn the shark-man into stone and Biwa was not nearly as much of a threat.

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Tobirama cursed as Madara's head snapped up at the sound of a familiar scream and Ginkaku got in a good hit on the Uchiha, sending Madara flying, but at least it was in the direction of Kyoko-himesama's handmaiden and that idiotic Hoshigaki who was trying to, what, exactly? Use her as bait? She was dressed up enough to fool anyone unaware of her true station that she could be a noble. Or was Hoshigaki just going to use her as a meat shield?

Either way, her scream had distracted Madara and he paid the price for it, but now Tobirama was left standing against both the Kumo brothers and The Man, who was doing his best to avoid any head on confrontation with Tobirama since he realized the Senju had a way to hurt him. Tobirama was so glad that he had devoted so many hours into creating something that would affect The Man's ability to turn intangible and creating the seal that did was one of his best inventions. He was just glad it worked for Raijin no Ken.

He was also glad that he had mastered Sage Mode, as only natural energy could achieve what he had been aiming for.

Kaida was going to eat her heart out.

Tobirama kept careful watch on his opponents as well as any outside sources of attack, on his teammates' status and positioning. Kinkaku and Ginkaku as they were are not something he can face on his own without more preparation. Yes, he has a seal that would disrupt their chakra flow and force them into a drowsy state that would make them unable to fight, but he wasn't confident he could put the seals on either of them if they fought together and were watched over by an Uchiha's Sharingan. Hiraishin was faster than the doujutsu but was vulnerable to sensors who can react fast enough. Ginkaku and Kinkaku would be fast enough and good enough sensors with the Kyuubi's chakra for it and if he just tries utilizing his normal speed without jutsu, even with Sage Mode he wouldn't be faster than the Sharingan.

Besides, Kinkaku and Ginkaku were sent here as escorts of Lightning's Daimyo. If he were to seriously hurt them or accidentally kill them, Lightning and Fire Countries might fall into war, something he can't allow.

Therefore, Madara was generally the best to deal with anything and everything pertaining the biju, Jinchuriki or the Kumo brothers, who were pseudo Jinchuriki of some sort or fell in some such category. Either way, it was usually best to let Madara deal with them but he was busy trying to save Kyoko-himesama's handmaid to deal with them.

Tobirama nearly sighed in relief when he felt Minato-sensei going straight for Hoshigaki, allowing Madara to use the distraction to save the handmaid and get her to safety. That meant he won't be dealing with these fuckers alone for long. Which was a relief, because his mind had been running overdrive and only ended up going in circles as he tried to figure out just how the hell he was going to get around all three of them.

"What, not using your endless paper bombs?" Madara asked as soon as he came back to stand at his side, gunbai in one hand, kama in his other, obviously a bit pissed off that there was so much chaos going on if he was taking it out as well. Honestly, the Uchiha loved his gunbai so much that he was always disgruntled when he didn't get to use it. Tobirama, even as he grew increasingly fond of Raijin no Ken, could not quite understand Madara's attachment to the ancient weapon. Tobirama had made his sword himself and the attachment and affection for it went only as far as its usefulness in all sorts of battle and combat situations. The great gunbai was neither made with Madara in mind nor was it a gift. It carried the vague status of 'family/clan heirloom', but no one had seen or used that thing in about a century, if not longer, so Tobirama didn't really understand even if he had to admit it was one of the most magnificent weapons he had ever set his eyes on. If it made his friend so happy, then he guessed it was alright.

"It's not as if our goal is to bring down the house on to our heads, Madara."

"I'm not sure that ever stopped you before. For anything. Or even from anything."

Which may be true but Tobirama took offense to the way it was said. He was not careless about his experiments. He just thought science and new discoveries took precedents. And you can't change his mind, either. Not even stubborn people like Hashirama or Madara could do it. "I've yet to hear you complain."

"Which is why I'm not. I'm asking if you have something else up your sleeve besides that new trick to your sparkly sword."

"Riajin no Ken does not sparkle," Tobirama scoffed because he had his priorities straight. "And what, a seal designed with the specific thought in mind to allow a weapon to touch something incorporeal is not enough for you? You're not exactly bringing anything new to the table either, Uchiha."

Madara rolled his eyes but his chakra flared and Tobirama saw the Kumo brothers being forced to look down so Madara couldn't wrestle control from the mysterious, masked Uchiha, only for them to look up just enough to follow the motion of Madar's pointing finger and freeze. Just like Kurama-san had that first night when Madara had wrestled control from the other Uchiha during the attack on Konoha. "How about that? Sharingan genjutsu from a finger. I've read about Uchiha Itachi doing this sort of shit all the time and started training with Izuna. I'd rather not tell you how bad a Mangekyo genjutsu can be like this. Tsukuyomi is, unfortunately, not achievable in this form but this is enough."

And indeed it was. Whatever Madara was showing them with his illusion, it had calmed Kinkaku and Ginakaku enough for the chakra cloak to recede, going back into their bodies and The Man cursed from behind them as Madara still held the genjutsu strong so he couldn't take control over them again. "Impressive."

"Be impressed later," the older boy said, sounding breathless. "It's taking too much chakra to combat another's Mangekyo genjutsu so just get done with it, Tobirama."

The Senju felt his lips fall into a grim line at the realization that brought, not liking that Madara had entered this little showdown with the regular Sharingan against someone who was apparently a Mangekyo user like himself and was now fighting him for control through genjutsu alone. He nodded. -Try to wrestle more control with the Mangekyo while I lunge. That should distract him enough that the change won't be noticed.-

-Acknowledged.-

With that, the white haired of the two surged forward, startling The Man enough that he actually flinched at the sudden movement and the change in Madara's chakra suggested that he had allowed for the Mangekyo to take over. The Gold and Silver brothers twitched, a bit of red chakra threatening to seep back out as he ran past them but Madara had them firmly under control now and Tobirama made his way past them without incident, Raijin no Ken poised and properly charged to take The Man's head off. The Man had just enough time to bring up a sword to be cut in half by Raijin no Ken but it slowed the blow just enough for the man to activate that black, swirly portal thing that made him completely disappear. Tobirama cursed and looked around, trying to find The Man but there just was no sign of him.

"Oh, look. Haku had skewered Biwa," Madara commented, making Tobirama look away from the spot he was cursing to hell and back to see that the Kiri oinin had, indeed, skewered the nukenin on rather big and rather unpleasant looking sharp ice spikes as he stood between Mito, Momochi and the petrified Water Daimyo and Biwa Juzo. "Now I just wonder why the hell there are two Kubikiribocho in existence when I'd heard of there only being one."

"Yes, that does sound like an interesting thing to investigate," he admitted, eyeing the two identical giant swords, one lying by Momochi's side, the other by Biwa's. Admittedly, unlike the other swords that the Seven Swordsmen of the Mist used, the Kunikiribocho wasn't exactly special except for the great quality it had been made in and with. Tobirama was sure even a kunai charged with enough futon chakra would be enough to snap it in half. Probably. If there were two, nothing hurt to test the theory out.

"We'll get the chance to ask once we settle them in to Konoha."

That, though, had Tobirama's attention completely snapping into focus onto his Uchiha teammate, who was looking contemplatively at how Mito and Haku seemed to be conversing. "Are you telling me you want to integrate two Kiri nukenin into our village?!" That was insane! "Madara-"

"Haku is, quite possibly, one of the last if not the last hyuton user, Tobirama," Madara cut in, eyes sharp and voice dead serious even as he left the Kumo wonders, as he always mockingly called them, to fall into unconsciousness. "Kirigakure and Mizu no Kuni has showed time and again how they treat their Kekkei Genkai clans and I have no intention of letting another Kekkei Genkai be erased from this world over petty fear and grudges. Besides, they have nowhere else to go."

"Momochi's defection from Kiri was never official. He's not an official nukenin, you idiot," Tobirama growled, wondering what had gotten into his friend. "Not to mention he works for that scum of the earth Gato. What is to say he won't attack-"

"Haku is to say he won't attack. Haku's safety is to say he won't attack." That had the younger boy pausing, looking back over to where the supposed oinin in question was fretting over the only now rousing Swordsman of the Mist. He had to admit the two seemed fond of each other. He wasn't exactly an expert. Besides his family and his friends, who were his teammates, he didn't really care all that much about the people around them. As long as they were safe, healthy and happy, he was content. He didn't exactly pay much attention to how other people interacted, but he was sure that Momochi Zabuza cared at least a little about Haku of the Yuki Clan.

"You won't be able to just assimilate them into the Uchiha," he says by way of conceding and Madara seemed pleased and grateful by that. Apparently this means a lot to him, for whatever reason. Uchiha were weird that way, especially this one. "I doubt the ice would hold up against so much fire."

"I actually think it's genetically impossible for an Uchiha and a Yuki to procreate, now that we're on the subject."

"Could be worth further investigation. Though I don't think it's exactly ethical to test and experiment on humans."

"Regardless, I'm going to need you on project Science Hyuton Babies, if we want the Yuki Clan to thrive in Konoha how it never could in Mizu no Kuni-"

"Wait, what?" Maybe this conversation was getting way out of hand, way too fast, because Tobirama found himself stumped. "Science babies?"

"Science Hyuton Babies, keep up, Tobirama, I need your brain on this," the Uchiha casually deadpanned as though Tobirama was being the unreasonable, shocking one. "We obviously can't just wait for Haku to make all the babies necessary to revitalize his clan and even if we did, we still don't actually know his preferences and I'd rather not gamble the revival of a whole bloodline on whether he's gay or just effeminate."

Tobirama blinked, blinked again and cursed his own mind and his own heart for being curious and for not being able to choose a less ridiculous individual to be stuck on, because he knows he won't hesitate to research on this for both those goddamned reasons. "We'd need his consent. For both that and moving into Konoha. And we should probably inform Tsunade-sama." She'll probably like to know that Madara was bringing in a Mizu no Kuni native from a Kekkei Genkai clan that was near extinction with the hopes of reviving it in Konoha so it can thrive to its full potential.

"We'll send her a heads up. Seems like the shit here is over." Madara pointed over to where, stupidly, Hoshigaki had tried to steal chakra from Minato-sensei in Sage Mode and was now being turned into a stone statue. "Hey, we'll even have two Legendary Swords of the Mist to give to the Mizukage in exchange for Kiri's Swordsman!"

Tobirama has no idea how Madara could be so cheerful about this, but at least The Man didn't seem to be making a reappearance, so at least this shit show was over.

But then, of course, the universe decided to spit on them when a frazzled Izumi, one of the nekonin Madara most often worked with if he needs some assistance, appeared out of a puff of smoke, some cuts, dirt and patches of missing fur covering her body, her dark green eyes wild as she searched for her favorite human. She let out a desperate sounding mewl when she finally found him and launched herself into his arms. The Uchiha looked utterly stunned as he caught her on instinct alone. Tobirama had never seen the brave ninja cat so shaken; she was actually shaking as she tried to burrow herself into Madara's arms until she would be invisible.

"Izumi, what-"

"Madara-sama, Konoha is- is- It's destroyed!" The cat choked out before returning to seeking comfort and safety in Madara's arms from whatever had frightened her so.

Cold dread filled Tobirama's bones.