Chapter Sixteen- Washable Paint

"We're so colourful!" Kishi said, her once white kimono was covered in so many colours, she wondered how Kikyo was able to keep a straight face, along with Ai since her two boys were also covered in bright paint. "Mama, we're so pretty!"

"Is this washable?" Kikyo asked Makoto, since he was the one who brought the paint filled water balloons.

"Of course Mum. Didn't want risk my cute cousin getting covered in paint," he told her, Madara sitting on his hip. The three year old was too tired to even argue the fact that he wasn't cute. He had a feeling that he would stop caring, he would grow out of his 'cuteness'. "Or my sister, or my friends. Or my other cousin."

"Let's do it again!" Joben said bouncing on back of his shoes, along with is brother. "Mum, can we do it again!"

"No, you can't," Ai said putting her hand over her mouth. She wasn't able to do anything not with her sons, covered in bright yellow and pink paint. "What we need to do is give you a bath."

"Lady Mito," a young boy said. He looked like one of the new genin, a Hyuuga by the looks of it. "Lord Hokage wants you in his office, along with Madara and Hashirama."

"Did he say a reason?" Mito asked picking Madara off Makoto's hide, placing his head on her shoulder, so he could fall asleep. She needed to give him a bath, she hoped he didn't mind. She'll go to him, then she might be able to use the bathroom in the tower. "Never mind, Hashirama we need to go."

"Coming Mum!" Hashirama said, blue paint on his face, along with a mixture of pink, green, yellow and black. "Bye! I hope we can play later."

"Of course you can," Kikyo said a smile on her face. "After all, theirs your festival and then theirs ours. We can also visit, as long as Mito does the same."

"Thanks Auntie."

"Tobirama, what's wrong?" Mito asked looking at her boyfriend. He looked worried, before looking at her and raising an eye brow. "I'll have them clean in five minutes."

"You can use the wash room. Your father wants to talk to us," Tobirama said. He'll never know how Hashirama put up with the man. But they needed this alliance, with war on the horizon. He was just glad that Hashirama wasn't in the academy when the last one started, that was the last thing he needed to worry about, besides putting his foot down, no one under the age of fifteen was allowed on the battle field. "Mito will be five minutes."

"I see, what happened?" a man with read hair asked. Hito was in charge of Whirlpool. "Nothing bad I hope. For your children's sake."

"Mito is a wonderful mother. My son's were covered in paint," Tobirama told him, he had to calm. "They were being children. Hashirama's only five years old and Madara's three."

"Madara? Hashirama?" Hito asked looking at him. "Isn't that the missing leaders names? I thought they were dead. Or did some poor mother name them after the two?"

"When I adopted them, that's was their names," Tobirama said. When he looked at the old man, he saw that he didn't believe him. "At first I didn't want Madara, since as many knows, I don't like that Uchiha. But Hashirama wouldn't leave him alone, saying that he was good, that all he needed was a of love and care. He was right, of course. I love both of them."

"I see. It's hard losing a love one."

"Very."

"But I didn't come to talk about lost loved ones."

"Father, what did you come to talk about?" Mito asked Madara was asleep, and Hashirama was looking at the red haired. He was just glad that he didn't have to talk to him. "This is Madara, and this Hashirama. My sons, thus your grandchildren."

"Then I guess your not coming back?" Hito asked looking at the two. She was like her mother, so nothing he could do would change her mind. Not if she was already dedicated to them. Besides 'Grandfather' has a nice ring tone to it, even if he already had two grandchildren, the more the merrier. "Guess then Tobirama, you have a wedding to plan, I have grandchildren to meet, and we have a treaty to sign."

"What?" Hashirama said looking at everyone. He thought they were going to have to fight tooth and nail to keep Mito here. But he was smiling at them, looking at Madara and then Mito.

"Father do you want to hold him?" Mito asked and when he nodded, she handed him Madara, sure she kept an eye on him, but she doubted he'd do anything to the sleeping toddler. She knew that Madara didn't like being held 'bridal style', but she almost cooed when he held him careful. Like Hito was scared of dropping him. "Hang on!"

Hito only glared at her, but then smiled. It was a picture, so he might as well play along, if it meant he could hold his grandson. He was sure there was a seal, to make the adoption more 'soiled'. Mito was happy, so he already loved the two.