The trip was not long, only a couple hours. But it still felt like it was much longer that that to Tobirama.

It was hard to for Tobirama to not think about the worst outcome. But his mind always worked overtime.

By the time they arrived to the Senju compound, it was already mid-day, and Touka was there to meet them.

And Tobirama was not shocked that she pulled him into a hug. "We were all worried about you." She said softly.

Izuna's letter had explained what Madara had been trying to do, and they realized that Senju and Uchiha cultures were vastly different. "Come, Hashirama wants to see you and Madara." She said as she lead them off to where Hashirama was.

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Touka lead them to where Hashirama was, Mito was standing outside of the room. She looked up when she noticed the presence of others around. "He's been waiting for you two." She said lightly.

Tobirama felt bad, he was sure Mito has been dealing with this on her own. Because she was the only one who was able to, aside for Tobirama. Tobirama nodded and gently pulled Madara into the room with him, he needed the other male more than anything now.

And he had been right because the sight of Hashirama… It almost felt like it slapped him. He was so pale and looked so much sicker than his memory could recall, he was pale, his tan skin almost looked pasty.

Madara let Tobirama move over to Hashirama's bedside, he kneeled next to the bed and let out a low breath. "Brother?" he asked softly.

Hashirama blinked his eyes open, he glanced around for a moment, noting that Tobirama and Madara were both there. He reached his hand out for Tobirama. "Tobi-" he said softly. He was not use to this weak feeling. Nor was he use to feeling sick like this. The Mokuton use to keep him from getting sick, so this sudden illness, was a shock to him and his system.

Tobirama breathed softly and took his hand. "I'm sorry… I am sorry, I was not paying attention, and I should have noticed something was wrong. I was too worried about what the rest of the clan was thinking that I did not bother to pay attention to anything else." He said, he felt a lot of his anxiety slip out. He didn't want to lose Hashirama, not so soon...

Hashirama smiled a bit. "Tobi, It's okay." He said to him. "I am just happy that you are okay." He said to him. He then looked up at Madara. "I really did think, for a moment… that you killed Tobirama." He said to him. He had thought, up until Izuna's letter, that Madara had killed Tobirama.

Madara looked at him again. "Trust me, I would never be able to kill your brother… I respect you too much to have done something like that… But this all… Really was just a big misunderstanding." He said to him. "I never realized how different customs were between our clans… I guess Indra changed a lot when he left…" he said. He had stories of Indra, from his father, that had been passed down to every clan head.

Hashirama nodded. "That's why… I was not sure why you were throwing those knives at Tobirama..." he said to him. "I could not recall anything he could have done to you that would upset you… He had not hurt Izuna, at least not enough to cause any issues." He sighed softly, before a cough left his lips.

Tobirama tensed, he then moved his hand, green chakra covering his hand, and he rested it on Hashirama's chest. He had learned along with Hashirama, but only he and his brother had managed to go far with it.

Hashirama relaxed a little bit, his eye closing for a moment as the pain and discomfort eased itself. "Thank you, Tobi." He muttered softly. He was not able to do anything for himself at this point.

Tobirama shook his head a little bit. "You don't have to thank me." He said softly. He should have been here sooner, doing this already. He felt so bad for not being there for Hashirama.

Madara watched the two, he could imagine how Tobirama felt, he would be probably worse, if he were to lose his own brother. He just hoped that Hashirama would pull out of this. "Hashirama." He said to him. He pulled out a paper that was in an envelope, he handed it over to Hashirama, who shifted to take it.

Hashirama gave a confused look to Madara before he opened it, his eyes skimmed over it before widening slightly. "Madara-"

"So you better beat this because this is what you wanted, right?" he said to him. He wanted Hashirama to have something else to fight for.

A small smile formed on Hashirama's lips. "Of course." He said lightly.

There was a calm that settled over Tobirama then, knowing that his brother would try and get better. He turned his head to look back at Madara. "I know it is a lot to ask..." he said softly.

"No, that's fine." He spoke. He looked to Izuna. "Go back to the clan, you are acting head until I return." He said to him. "Send Hikaku, if the elders want to bitch about it." He added. Knowing that the elders would blow a fit if Madara stayed alone, with Tobirama, at the Senju compound.

Izuna was a little hesitant, but he nodded and turned to leave.

Madara looked back at the others. "We will stay, and make sure block head here, gets better."

Tobirama felt even more relief wash through him. "Thank you.." he muttered, he was honestly just happy to be able to stay and help his brother. Like he should have been doing.

Hashirama chuckled lightly. "I'm sure you elders are going to love this." He muttered softly.

Tobirama rolled his eyes. "Ours wont either but does that really matter now?" he asked. It did not, and he knew Hashirama's answer. Because if Hashirama got better, there would be peace. And he knew he and Mito would make sure of that.

Tobirama moved and sat on the edge of the bed now, his hand glowing green and moved down Hashirama's chest, focusing on what he could. It has not taken root yet, so if he could just- He moved his hand and pressed it over Hashirama's lungs, whatever was happening there, halted. As he figured. "I think it's a chakra illness..." he said to them.

"Something I can probably figure out; I can stall it long enough to try and see if I can come up with a treatment." He muttered softly. The scientist part of his brain was already working. "I don't like asking, Hashirama, but getting blood samples from you might be the best thing." He said lightly to him.

"Do whatever you need to, Tobi." He said lightly. He was more relaxed now, knowing Tobirama was alive and well. And that Madara had been taking care of him. It helped ease his mind a bit more.

Tobirama looked back at Touka, who left, she knew what she needed to grab.

A small smile form on his lips, rare as it was. He had higher hope, knowing he would be there to help Hashirama now. The peace they wanted, needed Hashirama alive…