A/N: I wanted to get this out on Thursday but got a bit busy so I'm sorry. Thank you to everyone who has subscribed and favorited this story! Also I don't own Naruto, please don't sue me. I have no money

Senju Tobirama woke up quietly. He looked around trying to figure out where he was. It was dark so he thought it was still night time; it was either that or he was underground. There was another person in the room with him, judging by the size he assumed either a young male or a teenage girl. Whoever they were, they were not moving. He thought back to earlier that morning when he had been ambushed. He had been on patrol, and he had sensed them coming but not soon enough. He had never come across someone, let alone a group of people, who could hide their chakra from him so well. He wondered what his father and brother would say when he returned home to them. Would they be disappointed in him for getting caught so easily or would they just be glad he was home. The thought almost made him laugh; his father had never shown that kind of love to either of his sons. He only cared about their ability to fight and Hashirama's ability to lead the clan one day.

Tobirama immediately became aware of the fact that he was missing all of the weapons he had been carrying with him when he had been attacked. His face plate was also missing, though the rest of his armor remained. And it seemed they had found all of his weapons and removed them from him. They did not want him to have any chance of escaping, but the question remained of why they had not removed his armor. By them taking his face plate, he knew they knew his clan. Did they take it to keep the other person he was with from knowing his clan?

A small cough from the other side of the room drew Tobirama out of his thoughts. He saw the person sit up and give another cough. He did not think they knew he was there yet and he did not exactly want to draw attention to himself yet. He saw them shiver but otherwise they made no noise or movements. They looked around the room before their gaze turned to Tobirama himself. By the posture and form, he assumed the person was a female.

Uchiha Naomi woke up with a dry throat and one hell of a headache. The last thing she remembered was Madara telling her to stop her training for the night and try to sleep. All night she had an uneasy feeling, and Madara could see it on her face. She had told him that she wanted to practice the kata once more and then she would go to sleep. He left her alone at that point and she practiced her kata in peace. As she was walking back to the compound her bad feeling got worse. And her gut had been right; she was ambushed by a group of men that she did not recognize. She tried to scream for help and they covered her mouth. She tried to fight them off, but only managed to injure a couple. They were able to knock her unconscious and drag her off. Her only hope was that her father and brothers would be able to track her. She lifted her head, ignoring the bitter cold that nibbled at her skin and the pounding in her head, taking her time to look around the room. If she had to guess she was in an underground cell. It had been early morning when she had been attacked so unless she had been unconscious for an entire day, which she would not be surprised about with how much she had been training and how little sleep she was getting, there was no way that it could be this dark still.

She cursed herself for not training in warmer clothes, and for not following Madara inside when he left for bed. She just had to wear her shortest and thinnest yukata while she was training, and subsequently when she got attacked. In a moment of complete panic she wondered if she still had her necklace; she did not feel it hanging from her neck and as she reached up to feel it, she realized it was not there. The necklace was a gift from Hiraku before he died and it was one of her most cherished possessions. Her only hope was that it was in an easy to find place, somewhere that her brothers may find it.

As she looked around the room, though, she realized she was not alone. And when she looked at the other person in the room, she became aware of her dry throat and the heaving of her chest as she coughed roughly. She knew she was cold but had not noticed her body shaking. She had trained too hard before she got attacked, and now her body was severely dehydrated. If she was lucky she would be fine as soon as she got some water in her system but she could feel herself getting sick.

Tobirama closed his eyes and turned his head away from Naomi, trying to ignore the coughing. He was aware of how cold it was in the room, and was thankful for the armor he still had on. He was not sure why their captors kept it on him, but he was thankful nonetheless. He could see the girl shivering and his instincts told him to help. His mother, what he remembered of her at least, had always tried to instill chivalry into Tobirama and his brothers before she died. At the same time, he did not know the girl and he could not exactly convince himself that she was not a threat. Before he could react the door opened, allowing light to enter the room. It allowed for Tobirama to see the girl clearly. Her black hair and deep obsidian eyes captivated him, until he realized who she was exactly, but he did not have time to act on it with her. A couple of men stepped into the room, blocking the dim light that had flooded the room. Naomi had trouble keeping her coughs at bay and as one of the men moved to hit her Tobirama, acting on instinct, ran to intercept it. He blocked the hit and glared up at the man. The other man, an older guy with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes, just smirked at him.

"I see that you are both awake. Good, I will have someone bring you both something to eat." His voice was gruff and cold, he did not even care that his subordinate almost hit their prisoner. "You two just get to know each other. You will be here for quite some time."

"What do you want with us?" A soft and weak sounding voice asked. Tobirama looked down to see Naomi looking up at the man with an unreadable expression. Tobirama was slightly surprised by how stoic her face remained, but he could almost see her fear. The older man laughed, causing Tobirama to look back at him.

"You will see. Takashi let's go" he replied before turning and leaving. Takashi, a man not much older than Tobirama, had blond hair pulled into a ponytail and gray eyes that held nothing but anger. He glare at Tobirama and moved to spit on Naomi, before his boss called for him again. He left the room in a huff, slamming the door shut behind him. It was quiet for a moment before Tobirama turned to stare at the young girl.

"You are an Uchiha" the white haired teen stated disgusted. The black haired girl looked up at him blankly.

"Judging by your tone of voice you are a Senju" she said moving to sit up, bringing her knees up to her chest and resting her head on them. Tobirama sighed and sat across the room from her. He knew that even if she was an Uchiha, she probably did not have much ninja training, if any. He had never seen her on the battlefield, not that he was looking at the Uchiha kunoichi. That meant it was up to him to get them out of there.

"We need to figure out a way to get out of here" Tobirama said looking around the now dark room. It was large enough for the two of them to be comfortable, but not big enough to let them have any resemblance of privacy. The small flicker of light he had earlier had showed why the Uchiha girl was so cold. She wore a simple training yukata leaving her legs and arms completely bare, and it seemed her hair was wet. From what he did not know but he hoped it would dry quickly.

"We should try to figure out any routines. Right now we have a large chance of getting caught" Naomi replied calmly. She needed to remember her training, to keep calm in the face of danger and to keep a level head, to make her brothers proud. If that meant ignoring how cold and tired she was then so be it. She only hoped the Senju would not be completely opposed to working with her. She was getting sick and she knew it. She could not get out by herself. Taking a deep breath she brought her eyes up to meet his disinterested gaze. "My name is Naomi, what is yours?"

Tobirama contemplated not answering her. She was an Uchiha, and though he did not think she was a ninja she could still be a threat. The Uchiha and Senju clans did not get along at all. There was nothing to keep her from betraying him as soon as given the opportunity, but she was being friendly. Was it because she needed him? Or because she was like that anyway? Tobirama almost laughed. Uchiha were not friendly. Especially not to the Senju clan. Tobirama could not and would not put his clan or his life in danger by trusting any Uchiha. Even if she had not shown any indication of hatred, distrust, or disgust when asking about his clan. And she had not said a word about her clan to him, or his clan for that matter. Regardless of her being an Uchiha he could not help but think of how pretty she was. Uchihas were known for their impeccable beauty and grace, but Tobirama had never been captivated by one like he was with her.

"Well if you do not want to tell me you do not have to. I just thought you would not want me calling you Senju-san. Anyways, it seems like they are restricting our chakra, they do not want us to escape." She stated after a few minutes of silence. Her voice quivered and her teeth chattered slightly as she spoke. Tobirama was surprised by the way she held herself, how she spoke to him, and even how she was acting given the situation.

The door opened again and a woman walked in with two plates of food. Her dark green hair was a surprise to Naomi, having never seen such a hair color, but her gaze did not linger. The woman put the food down in front of them and immediately left the room. Tobirama wasted no time in analyzing the food. They would need their strength if they were to escape, and for that they needed to eat. For all he knew the food could be poisoned. Naomi moved closer, to see if she could decipher anything that could be harmful to either of them in the food. She could not find anything and when she looked up at the Senju it seemed he could not either. Slowly the two ate, silence encompassing them. Neither was sure what to say or do. There was nothing to do in the dark room, and Naomi was sure the Senju did not want to speak to her.

"Tobirama" he stated out of nowhere. Naomi looked up at him curiously. Her head tilted slightly to the left as she tried to figure out what that meant.

"Nani?" Tobirama sighed as he set the plate down. He looked up at the younger girl, amused by her curious face.

"My name is Tobirama" he replied, his eyes searching for hers in the dark. He was not sure why he was telling him but the smile that graced her face took his breath away. His brain cursed as his body seemed to disobey all logic and became aroused. He did his best to ignore and hide it. He had never been in such a situation; he could usually control his urges. There was something about Naomi that made him lose control.

"It is nice to meet you Tobirama-san" Naomi stated cheerfully. Even her voice turned him on. And the way she said his name…he could barely handle it. He gritted his teeth to keep from groaning. Naomi seemed to notice this and her head tiled to the other side. "Is everything alright Tobirama-san?"

"I am fine" Tobirama managed to say through his clenched teeth. The Uchiha had no clue what kind of effect she had on the older Senju. She simply nodded and went back to sitting against the wall. Tobirama had to turn away as he noticed the way her yukata fell around her legs. Instead he tried to focus on trying to hear anything outside of the room. He could not and with his chakra suppressed, he could not sense how many people were there. His attention was drawn back to Naomi as he noticed her shivering again. "Do you want me to keep you warm Naomi-chan?"

Tobirama wanted to smack himself as soon as the words left his mouth he had not meant to use such an endearment on the young Uchiha. If she noticed he did not say anything. Instead she looked at him with her adorably cute curious expression. She was quiet for a moment, and Tobirama sincerely hoped she said no. She did not; she stood up and walked over to him. He pulled her close and breathed in her scent accidently over the sweat and blood. She smelled like lavender and honey. He only hoped that she did not feel his arousal as she shifted to get more comfortable. It did not take her long to fall asleep. Tobirama was not far after her. He could barely keep his eyes open. He just needed to ignore his throbbing desire.

Izuna watched as his older brother paced around the room. He knew that Madara blamed himself, and as night fell he could not help but to let his worries grow. Izuna himself was worried, and it was getting worse as his brother paced. He tried telling himself that Naomi was with the captured Senju and that Tobirama Senju would not let his sister die, but he did not think the Senju would help any Uchiha. Regardless of how dangerous or innocent Naomi was. Izuna continued to watch his older brother pace, mumbling to himself. It was strangely quiet in the house. Naomi usually kept the family entertained with her cheery personality. It was the only time Izuna had ever seen his father smile.

"I cannot believe I left her there. I should have helped her finish or made her come in with me. I should have stayed with her" Madara ranted as he continued to pace. Izuna sighed; knowing there would be no calming the older Uchiha down. All Izuna could do was hope that Naomi could protect herself long enough until they could find her. No one in the main house of the Uchiha clan slept that night.

Hashirama had never felt so alone. He missed his younger brother, missed the insult and harsh looks his brother gave him, missed how his brother acted like Hashirama was not mature enough, but most importantly he missed how much his younger brother cared. Tobirama never gave himself fully to the idea of peace and a ninja village, but that never stopped him from working towards that goal. He cared about his clan and his brother, to the point that he made himself the best ninja he could be. Hashirama had sworn to protect his brothers with his life, but he had failed. Kawarama was gone, Itama was gone, and now Tobirama was gone. He may not be dead yet but there was no definitive proof that he would come back alive. Images of his dead brothers' bodies flashed through his mind, Tobirama's included, as Hashirama turned in his bed again. His father refused to let him go look for his brother, in case they tried to take him as well. It had been decided earlier that they went after Tobirama specifically, just as they had gone after Madara's sister specifically. Neither side knew why they wanted those two. Naomi was too young to be married off, according to Madara at least; Hashirama had no idea how old she was since he had no idea she even existed prior to today. And while Tobirama was an exceptional ninja, his capture made no sense. The sixteen year old boy did not hold any real value to them; at least that is what his father said. The thought brought Hashirama to tears, to think his father thought so lowly of his youngest son, it made him wonder what his father thought of Hashirama himself. His brother was by far the more disciplined ninja, even if Hashirama was stronger. Hashirama had always thought his father favored Tobirama, since he had turned out so similar to the older man. Hashirama did not know what he would do if Tobirama did not return home. He loved his otouto too much to lose him.

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