Chapter Eighteen- First Shinobi War
Madara and Hashirama didn't know what to think, they thought they had put wars behind them. However, it turned out they still happened. Just on a larger scale, much larger. Mito was worried about her husband, she hadn't seen him since the war started… two weeks ago.
She just hoped that it ended before December. That her husband, because wedding or not, that man was her husband. She didn't care, she was carrying his child.
"Mada, Hashi," Mito said to the two, both of them were sitting near the front window, where they could see the gate. "Why don't have lunch, I'm sure Tobirama is fine. He sent us a letter, also…"
"What?" Hashirama asked. He had long forgotten that Tobirama was his younger brother, now he was his dad. He knew Madara saw it the same way, they had a father that didn't see them as weapons. Despite being raised like one, to think that children were weapons. No one under seventeen were allowed on the battle front.
They had to stay and train, along with protect the village. In case anyone attacked them. She thought it was smart, the elders didn't. However, Tobirama put his foot down when they suggested children guarding the village.
"You're going to be older brothers," Mito told them a smile on her face, both Madara and Hashirama smiled at her, through Madara did look nervous. She would have to talk to them later. "I haven't told Tobi, but he sent us a letter. Along with a scroll with a seal. He might have sent you two something from Rain."
"Why?" Madara asked, he knew that Tobirama didn't see him as the 'enemy', but it would take time from to feel comfortable seeing him as a father. One he could live with. "What did he sent? And when he is coming back?"
"In a week, Mada. He needs to rest, but he wants to make sure you're safe."
"He's strong."
"I know."
Hashirama only smiled at them, before wrapping his arms around Madara. He was tall enough to put his chin on the others head, he knew Madara hated it, but it gave him something to do. That and he had to start studying.
Mito had started teaching them seals, she had a smile on her face. Like she was planning something, but he wasn't going to ask. It wasn't like she was going to tell him, even if he begged. Only Madara could get information out of her, only because he was cute.
He was sure that Madara could get information out of anyone. One look at wide black eyes and anyone, with a heart, would melt on the spot. It melted Mito's and he was sure it melted Tobirama's. After all, he remembered waking up between the two of them, while Madara was on Tobirama's chest.
Madara looked at the gates, he usually did this. He knew he had guards, it was war and he was the Hokage's son. To the villagers at least. So he was one of the biggest targets, something that could be used… he didn't want to think about it.
It was bad enough that he had to go through with this once, he didn't want to go through it a second time. Izuna wouldn't have been happy with him, he loved his brother. But he also loved Hashirama, Mito and Tobirama, the child that was growing in Mito's belly.
Looking at the gate guards, he knew they were about to change. He knew this, he the guard's time table, he would have to talk to Tobirama about this.
"Lord Hokage's coming back," one of the man whispered, Madara looking at them. Before looking out of the gate. "He was injured. Heard he put both Toka and Hikaku in charge."
"He was that badly injured?" the other guard asked, before a white haired man walked up to the gate. Red eyes glaring at him. Madara knew Tobirama had put a seal on the gate, but it only looked like he a broken arm. "Lord Second…"
"Daddy?" Madara asked walking around the wooden box, a small smile on his face. He was the first one to see him. Mito had told him and Hashirama that the first one to see Tobirama could tell him. That they would have to tell the other's what happened. "Mama's pregnant. There's a baby in her belly."
Tobirama looked at the three year old, and did one thing that no one expected him to. He lost all colour in his face… and fainted.