Chapter Three- War Gone

Tobirama only sighed. When he told the village about Madara and Hashirama's 'disappearance', the Suna's leader had pulled his delectation of war. He had always thought that it was Madara's fault, but he didn't think that the man didn't like either of them.

Now they didn't have to worry about a war for a few years, since now, all of them were more focused on building their villages and getting clients. He had gotten a letter two weeks ago from Mito Uzumaki, she was fine with looking after his 'children'. Madara had glared at him when he told them about it, that they were going to be his adoptive children.

Then again, while Hashirama didn't care that the Suna had pulled their war delectation only because he and Madara had disappeared. He was just glad that they didn't have to worry about the mess they were in and a war on the horizon.

Thinking about the two, he looked away from the pile of paperwork on his desk. Since Hashirama wasn't there anymore, he was named the Second Hokage until his return.

Madara was writing something, his small hands covered in ink. Hashirama was yawning while looking at his book. Both still had their skills, just not the chakra nor the muscle strength to use them. Toka had given his books about the fire country, not about clans, but the land itself. Animals and plants that are native to them, giving him the same books about the other nations.

He had looked at all of the mission reports for the day. As well as requests from clients, he had already ranked them, so the mission desk would be able to give them out. A mixture of Uchiha, Senju and Hyuga.

"Mine!" Madara told Hashirama as said person tried to take his brush from him. Before dropping said brush on his lap and putting his hand over his mouth, dark grey eyes wide.

Another thing he couldn't understand was that both of them would have completely childish moments, then either put their hands over their mouths or just look into space. Standing up he looked outside the window to see that the sun was starting going down, it was a good thing that he lived close to the tower, or else he wouldn't have the energy to make sure they had dinner, before planning their bath in the morning. Or washing whatever was on their face or hands.

"It's a good thing I'm almost done that jutsu," he whispered himself going back to signing the last stack of papers. He would need to wash Madara's hands and change his clothes, but he was sure that Hashirama would be happy to help him. Through it wouldn't help his image as their guardian, so he had to help the little devil. "Then I can just sent a clone to this paperwork, so I can keep an eye on them and the village."

"Mine, mine, mine," a childish voice said snapping him out of signing the last piece of paper, Madara was still trying to stop Hashirama from taking his brush, but it seemed his brother thought it was funny and was doing it for his reaction and not for the brush.

"Madara, Hashirama pack up," Tobirama told them. Madara looked ready to say something to him, but a yawn stopped him getting ink on his face as he covered his mouth. "And when we get back, I'll give you a bath and I'm sure the housekeeper has made dinner before leaving for the night."

Hashirama only nodded putting away his book and Madara's writing things, since it seemed that the small raven was too tired to do so himself. Tobirama knew that said raven didn't really sleep much and it looked like his body was taking this time to catch up on the sleep he had missed in the last… who knew how many years.

"Thank goodness Mito's going to be here tomorrow," he said taking off the Hokage white robes, showing his black pants and shirt. He only wore the things in the office and half the time didn't brother to put them on.

"Tobi, Mada's getting ink on his clothes," Hashirama said pointing at his friend. He didn't really know how to get ink off of clothes or skin, but his brother did and Madara was covered in the stuff. "And his arms and face."

"Do not!" Madara said putting his hands in front of him, his usually pale skin almost completely covered in ink and two hands prints on his face, one over his mouth and the other on his right check, while the ink also ran up his arms. "You have a stupid haircut!"

"I'm not the one covered in ink."

"I'm not."

"You are."

"Not!"

"Are!"

Tobirama only rolled his eyes as the two shouted one word at each other. Getting a wet cloth he picked Madara up and cleaned his hands and face, before he could get any of the stains on his own clothing, before changing the kimono he was wearing.

Hashirama only smiled at Madara's shocked expression. The last time he had seen it was when he had beaten him at rock skipping when he was twelve and Madara was ten. "Well, at least your not covered in ink."

"You still have a stupid haircut," Madara muttered crossing his arms and pouting, glaring at the brown haired male when he poked his checks, before kissing it, making his face go red. "Hate you."

"Love you to, Mada."

Madara only glared at him, but yawned a second later. He tried glaring at him after said yawn, but Hashirama only smiled at him. It happened ever night and he hated his low energy levels. He didn't remember being this tired the last time, but then again, Tobirama allowed to him to sleep rather than forcing him to wake up early and go train as the sun came up.

Hashirama smiled at his friend. He didn't say anything as Tobirama picked him up, holding Madara so his head could rest on his shoulder. He had done it for the last two weeks and no one looked at them anymore. In fact, he was sure that Tobi was becoming more popular because of it.

"Come on Hashirama, before this one falls asleep," Tobirama muttered taking Hashirama's hand and walking home. He loved living close to the Hokage tower, it meant that he could feed Madara before said child fall asleep on him. It might've taken two weeks, but they were getting used to it.