The office of Madara was scattered with unarranged scrolls and books. He kept his promise to Kawakana by speaking to Izuna. As Izuna spoke, he organized the jumbled mess.

"Madara..."

"Kawakana asked me to speak to you Izuna..."

"I know."

He revealed, "Twelve years ago Kawakana came across her now groom, She used her cunning, The same tactics our mother taught her to overcome him. They conversed within the span of two years."

"Our sister interacted with him years ago? Why haven't you ever told me this? Madara? Why did you not stop her?"

"You would have reacted foolishly, Izuna." Madara said. "I thought their interactions could serve us better in the future concerning political strategy and tactical warfare. Her connection to him could benefit us well if an event should arise."

Izuna thought back though all the years of his sister's changes. The way she secluded her heart from her kin. He said, "What did that bastard do to our sister? We are not in her heart... Her family."

"I would not go that far," Madara defended Kawakana's actions, "Kawakana isolated herself from everyone to avoid getting the mangekyo sharingan. She doesn't want her family to suffer to bring about the event of her eyes awakening. That is the extent of her care for us."

"Why?"

"Izuna... Our sister doesn't pursue power. She desires and embraces love. We must do our best to support her. Unbeknownst to her Kawakana is an effective honey trap."

"We can't protect our sister when she is in the wolf's den. I don't want to see her hurt or worse returned to us in a casket."

"The mongrel will not harm our sister." Madara tried to ease his brother's worries, "If their bond is not reciprocated, He's bound to send her back to us in a few months."

A sigh overcame Izuna, "What if he doesn't send her back? What are our choices?"

"If she bears his child within the span of a year and a half we can't take her back, As she is then a permanent member of his family. After a year if she doesn't have his child and refuses to return to us we could kidnap her. Don't fear, It's unlikely he'd lay with her."

"Madara, That's not what you were saying earlier."

"I said that because our dear sister was here. Kawakana still has love for him even after ten years of separation. Our sister then possessed a seemingly impossible dream of her future. One she had let go."

"You just made that abandoned dream into an reality."

Madara grinned, a chuckle emitted from his throat, "So is the power of Madara, Your eldest brother, May her dream stay pleasant or regress into a nightmare. If a nightmare her brothers will come to save her."

"Yes, Of course."

"In the years to come we will have to keep tabs on our sister in her time with the Senju. I would like you to gather such information in your spare time." Madara suggested, "We must know how she is treated and her health."

"Yes, Will do."

The gentle, soothing breeze of a late June evening embraced Kawakana's face, sending strands of her hair dancing in the air. As she ascended the creaking wooden stairs, her sandals protected her feet with grace. Finally reaching the exterior of the temple, she reunited with her companions, bidding them farewell with gestures of gratitude.

With a plea in her voice, Kawakana turned to her kinsmen, "Please, I beseech you to watch over Hoshimi. Her child could arrive any day now."

Miyuki, raising her nose in a sassy manner, responded, "I am always there for Nana and Hoshimi, Kana."

Nanase stepped in to defend herself, "So am I."

Hikaku, their hands joined together, bowed to Kawakana and offered a suggestion, "If you ever need anything from our clan, please send a courier bird."

Expressing her gratitude, Kawakana spoke to Hikaku, "I am truly thankful to you for bringing me here, Hikaku. Fortunately, we encountered no treacherous ambush along the way."

Hikaku replied, reassuringly, "It would be foolish for the other clans to attack us on this day, especially with the involvement of the Senju."

Kawakana nodded in agreement, "Indeed, thank you for always assisting me. I apologize for any troubles I may have caused you."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Hikaku brushed away her concerns, "Nonsense. I wish you nothing but a fulfilling life."

Kawakana smiled warmly, "Thank you. I must take my leave now. Have a safe journey home." She gracefully curtsied before watching her companions depart.

Just as she thought she was alone, someone's arm quickly wrapped around her waist, pulling her into an embrace. Feeling a kiss on her cheek, her feet left the ground as she leaned into her groom's arms. With her own arms enveloping his neck, she couldn't help but playfully whisper in Tobirama's ear, "Are you sure you have the strength to carry me all the way to your residence? And for the night's activities?"

Without uttering a single word, Tobirama simply nodded nonchalantly.

"How much farther do we have to go?" she asked, glancing down the gravel road ahead.

Tobirama looked ahead and shrugged. "Not even ten minutes."

As he gazed up at the gathering storm clouds, he remarked, "A storm is approaching. We should hurry."

She pressed her face against his shoulder, seeking comfort. "Please, handle me with care."

"I always have," he assured her.

"I never thought this day would actually come," she admitted.

"In the good graces of Hashirama-"

"Yes, Brother?"

From behind the couple, Hashirama's voice broke the silence of the road and forest. He had used a wood clone to help carry Kawakana's belongings, while his new friend Akira rested in his right arm.

Tobirama dismissed Hashirama's question with a wave of his hand. "Nothing."

"Please, just don't destroy the house," Hashirama pleaded with his brother.

Ignoring Hashirama's pleas, both Tobirama and Kawakana continued their journey home. Once they arrived, Tobirama released Kawakana, and she instinctively clasped her right hand around his forearm as he guided her through the unfamiliar surroundings. Tōka stood watch, protecting the Senju compound.

Inspecting Kawakana, Tōka commented, "You are Madara's sister, I can see the resemblance."

Tobirama introduced Kawakana to Tōka, saying, "She is Kawakana, my new wife."

Kawakana smiled mischievously and remarked, "And you are the one who rejected Tobirama."

Tōka, a serious expression on her face, responded, "Madara's sister, you would have married Hashirama if I hadn't rejected Tobirama."

Confused, Hashirama interjected, "What are you talking about?"

Kawakana pretended ignorance, "Forgive me... I probably had too much sake."

Tōka rebutted, "I don't think ceremonial wine is strong enough to make you drunk... Though I am not insulted."

"Tōka, Hashirama will be sleeping at your house tonight. Please make some room for him," Tobirama ordered her before firmly stepping away with Kawakana.

"Fine," Tōka conceded.

By the time they arrived at the main residence, heavy rain poured from the sky above. Kawakana took the boxes from Hashirama and followed Tobirama through the halls to his chambers. Tobirama slid open the paper door, allowing Kawakana to enter.

"I will return in half an hour. You can get comfortable and change your clothes," Tobirama said before closing the door behind her.

As Tobirama departed, Kawakana was left alone in the chamber. She hurriedly closed the doors leading to the outside pavilion and turned her attention to the gifts. The first gift was a circular silver-lined mirror and comb, cherished possessions that once belonged to her mother, Maaya. Kawakana smiled as fond memories of her mother styling her hair flooded her mind. She moved on to the second gift from Izuna, finding the same kunai he had attempted to give her the previous day. Without hesitation, she closed the rectangular wooden box. Then, from her cousin Hoshimi, she received several informative books on medicine, children, and family. The last book, however, revolted her delicate sensibilities.

"How indecent..." she muttered, her face blushing slightly as she closed the book. "Artists have nothing better to do than to draw naughty pictures... though here I am on this night of the bridal chamber. A practical gift from Hoshimi."

Taking a small scroll from her belongings, Kawakana placed it on Tobirama's desk. This scroll contained sealed contents that she had prepared for her groom the day before. She glanced around the room, her surprise evident as she noticed how impeccably neat it was. Reflecting on her own messy living quarters back at the Uchiha compound, she couldn't help but laugh to herself, realizing, "I'm such a slob."

With a graceful motion, she removed her dark clothing and undergarments, allowing them to fall to the matted floor. Her hands untied the red ribbon holding her long, woven braid, setting free her lustrous, wavy hair to cascade down her slender back and cover her full-bosomed chest. Instead of dressing in the kimono Tobirama had gifted her, she chose to lay bare, radiantly beautiful, on his futon. With mischief in her mind, she positioned herself on her right side, awaiting Tobirama's return.

When Tobirama finally entered the room, he was greeted with the sight of this stunningly posed woman before him. In one hand, he held a blue sealed scroll.

"Come here, but please take it slow," she whispered, her back arching as her hair fell over her shoulders, creating a mesmerizing curtain around her.

Seated at his desk, he eagerly unraveled the delicate scroll. His fingers reached for the quill, dipping it into the ink pot. With grace, he proceeded to sign the scroll.

Curiosity got the better of her and she leaned over, her eyes scanning the words inscribed on the parchment. "So, you've made reservations at the Yamashin ōnsen in the northern mountains..."

Looking up at her, he maintained a poker face. "Indeed. Have you been there before?"

She hesitated, memories flooding her mind. "Perhaps once, a long time ago."

"In a week's time, we shall venture there for two days."

"A week from now?" Her thoughts turned to her upcoming birthday. She chimed in excitement, "That's my birthday."

He nodded, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. "Yes, that's precisely why I chose July fifth."

Overwhelmed with gratitude, she wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you."

"Consider it granted," he replied, gesturing towards the scroll she had left on his desk.

She gracefully unfurled the scroll, conjuring the object she had safely hidden within the fabric of spacetime. A fishing rod, exquisitely crafted from ivory, sapphire, and lapis lazuli, materialized before them. Intricate carvings of dragons adorned the ivory handle. She offered it to him.

"I stumbled upon this a while back," she confessed lovingly. "And whenever I gaze upon it, I am reminded of you."

Placing the ancient rod gently on the floor to his right, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "I am honored... Who did you acquire it from?"

Kawakana confessed with a tinge of guilt, "It belonged to a stunning naked man I encountered while he swam in the southern bay of the Kanashi ocean. I took it from his belongings and vanished."

"I see... Let's hope he's no longer alive, for if he were, this man might come searching for it someday."

Her lips caressed his jaw line, her curious right hand slipped between the folds of his blue robe. She said, "Please walk with me to the fresh water lake tomorrow morning. The same place you brought me on my fifteenth birthday."

"Yes, I have already planned that venture."

Her hand finally met it's final destination. She expressed her deep longing, saying, "I missed you soo much."

He clutched his hand around her wrist, ordering her, "Get on the futon and keep your eyes closed."

She flirted pressing against him, "You think you can order me around?"

"I am your husband."

"Fine, I will do as you say but please treat me with care." She obeyed laying down flat on his futon.

"You have shown me great kindness, understanding and support in the past and in the present..." Tobirama remembered the way his father treated his mother. Both surviving Senju brothers promised they would never mimic the same behavior with their own wives. He cleared her worries, "I have no intentions of mistreating you."

-A Night Of Fire: Part 2- (The smutty addition)

After a minute, he sidled up next to her and she could feel the nervousness swirling in her mind. But with a gentle kiss, he managed to ease her worries. Kana leaned into the embrace, keeping her eyes shut. With his left hand, he tilted her head to the side, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. Her lips parted, allowing their kiss to deepen.

"I never expected you to make a move tonight..." she whispered, her breath shallow.

"Why?" he asked, his touch tracing the contours of her hip, striking a perfect balance between gentle and firm. The coolness of his fingertips sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine.

"In all those years, you were always hesitant to touch me..."

"Kawakana, I promised to never cross any boundaries, no matter how much you tested me," he said, a hint of a smile in his voice.

She let out a giggle, reminiscing about the times when she used to tease him. "You would always hide your blushes and look away."

He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender. "Did you really think you would be alone tonight?"

"Yes, I did," she replied, her eyes fluttering open. With the tip of her finger, she gently traced his lips, and he let out a contented sigh, his eyes closing and his face relaxing as he held her hand against his cheek.

"From now on, I'll never leave you alone," he murmured, raising her hand to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on it. "I hope for the same from you."

She looked up into his fiery gaze. "Together? Forever?"

He smiled down at her, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. His voice, laced with a husky tone, responded, "I'll never let you go back to Uchiha."

"And I don't want to go back. My place is here," she declared, sealing her words with a kiss. All her worries about the night faded away in that tender moment. She knew she would make it through.

He gazed at her, the proximity between them overwhelming. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and she melted against him, allowing him to draw her closer. Countless thoughts raced through her mind. Tonight, they would make love.

His embrace tightened, filled with a captivating blend of desire and possession. Kawakana's heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement, relishing in his strong grip. He could feel her love for it, the way she responded to his touch.

Their lips collided in a passionate kiss, exploring each other's mouths, igniting a fierce rush within her. A soft moan escaped her lips as she surrendered herself to the intensity of the moment. Her hands fumbled over his shoulders and neck, eager to feel every inch of him. It was pure perfection, the way their bodies connected.

Her fingertips brushed against his cheek, and their lips lingered briefly before he lowered her further, delving into a new wave of kisses. This time, her gasps intermingled with the pleasure that coursed through her veins.

Kana let herself fall back, and he followed, absorbing everything she had to offer - her needs, her desires. She yearned for him to take her, to embrace her completely, surrendering herself to a force beyond her control.

His movements were slow, deliberate, savoring every moment they shared. For the first time, he felt true happiness with this woman. The kiss on her earlobe sent a shiver down her spine as her hands explored his body with affection, tracing his arm, the gentle curve of his waist, his strong back. His muscles tightened, and he closed his eyes, breathing in the beauty of the moment.

The sensations he evoked were overwhelming, and she allowed herself to breathe, to feel the connection between them intensify. She felt the caress of his lips against her breast, an intoxicating burn that stirred her arousal.

A gasp escaped her lips, followed by a whispered moan from Kana. His desire blazed in his eyes, their intensity matching his own. The pleasure he created with his touch was too much to bear, and her eyes rolled back, lost in the sensations of his kisses on her other breast. Her grip tightened on his shoulders; the pleasure was too intense to resist. He continued his descent, kissing her stomach, causing another pleasurable moan to escape her lips.

Kana wanted to forget everything, to let go of the past. She craved this connection, this intimacy with him.

His lips found hers once more, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh. Her legs trembled, her body arching in response, and she struggled to maintain her composure. He was tantalizingly close.

With closed eyes and her head falling back, she could sense him kneeling between her legs. "Wonderful," Kana moaned, overwhelmed by the sensations that enveloped her.

She lost herself in the moment as he explored her with his tongue, building an exquisite tension that coursed through her, her fingers tangling in his hair. A hum of pleasure escaped him, amplifying her groans.

Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, appreciating the strength he possessed. Kana reveled in it. He deepened his ministrations, his tongue swirling, and she couldn't help but gasp, her heart racing as she desperately tried to keep him close. He tasted of desire - a mixture of salt and water, passion, anger, and pleasure. She craved more, yearned for the entirety of him.

Her voice found its way back to her, causing him to momentarily pause, opening his eyes to meet hers. When she moaned his name, he understood that the night was only just beginning.

"I never knew Uchihas were soo sensitive," He said, Panting she locked eyes with him.

"Oh, damn you... Senju," she added, teasingly.

"Tell me, Kana, how much you want me," he said, sitting back with a devilish grin, his eyes fixed on hers.

"Show me why the Senju are called the clan of love... Give me everything granted to a man by the gods!" she demanded, desire burning in her eyes.

Leaning forward, he kissed her lips tenderly, his hands exploring her body, his fingers entwining in her hair.

"As it is my duty," he whispered, a promise in his words. She gazed into his eyes, knowing that the moment they had both longed for had finally arrived.

This was the moment she had yearned for, the moment she had waited so desperately. She needed it. She needed him.

Closing the gap between them, she pressed her lips against his, feeling his desire, his tongue intertwining with hers. A moan escaped her, her desire pushing her deeper into the kiss.

He pressed against her, causing shivers of pleasure to course through her body. She was already wet with anticipation, his ardor fueling her desire. He caressed her thigh as she parted her knees, offering herself completely to him.

Feeling the tip of him against her entrance, he moved closer, their bodies aligning perfectly. With a thrust, he entered her, The pain and pleasure that surged through her being sent her spiraling into his embrace. With one more firm thrust, he was completely inside her. He held her close to him. He stilled for a moment when he heard her squeak as if she was in pain. "Are you alright?" He pressed her, his shaft still inside her.

She murmured, "You're just big... I've never felt like this before. It feels... well, so... " She looked up at him with pleading eyes, biting her bottom lip. She had a look of pain on her face, but it faded as her body trembling. She closed her eyes and squeezed his shoulder with her free hand. "Just don't stop. I need you inside me," she panted.

"I won't." He took a deep breath, She nodded, managing to maintain eye contact. He gave her an appreciative smile, a peaceful expression plastered on his handsome face, As he tried to gain control of himself.

"You are mine," he whispered, biting her ear.

Her own passion had grown beyond control, and her nails dug into his shoulders as he continued to move within her. He smiled and continued to move within her. He felt her relax beneath him and was pleased to feel her tighten around his erection.

Leaning forward, he placed his arms on the blankets above her, her ear heard the beating of his heart as he pressed against her. He raised her legs and gently wrapped them around his waist. He moved his body, circling within her with each stroke. Her muscles clung to him, grasping him as his thrusts became stronger. She could feel every part of his manhood against her from his throbbing member to his balls. Every inch of his hot, hard, thick length, pushing within her.

He pressed her close and moved his hips forward, seeking more friction against her clit. When he felt her explode, he held on tight and continued to thrust, she moans and bucked against him, holding firm against his hips.

He lifted his hand, cupping her cheek gently. "You are perfection," he whispered, his husky voice filled with lust.

Their bodies pressed together, his heartbeat synced with hers, the rise and fall of his chest soothing her soul. He watched her intently, their faces turned toward each other.

His lips trailed to her neck, pressing against her soft skin. She gasped as he adjusted his angle, intensifying the pleasure. Pulling back slightly, she looked into his eyes.

"Senju..." she moaned, almost lost for words.

A breath caught in Kana's throat as he kissed her again, the muscles in her body tightening with each movement. Overwhelmed with pleasure, she screamed, burying her face in his shoulder, clinging to him as the world around them faded.

Gasping for breath, her mind hazy and consumed, Kana had to pull herself back from the euphoria. A fleeting flash of lightning illuminated their entwined forms. He smiled down at her, drawing her into his embrace.

"Oh," she managed to mutter, her voice filled with awe.

"What was that?" he asked, his touch comforting.

"The love of a Senju," she whispered, shielding her burning eyes with her wrist.

He brushed her hair back, his gaze filled with tenderness. "Uchiha screams are music to my ears," he replied.

She chuckled playfully, "Such a savage dog of a husband..."

He smirked, his eyes gleaming mischievously. "A lovable hound of a Senju husband?" he murmured, leaning down to kiss her again.

"Yes," she replied, releasing her hand from her eyes, ready to embrace the love they shared.

Kana gently closed her tired eyes, feeling the weight of her head sink into the soft pillow. A sweet smile danced upon her lips as his touch met her own. His lips trailed down, leaving a tantalizing trail on her neck, causing her to catch her breath as his teeth lightly grazed her skin. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but let out a gasp. His lips then moved to nibble on her jaw and lightly suck on her neck.

"Please, don't stop," she pleaded in a whisper.

"Never," he assured with a soft whisper in return.

He continued to kiss her neck while his hands began to glide over her shoulders, his touch causing her hair to cascade around them. Kana savored the feeling of his fingers intertwining with her silky hair.

"Kana," he said, his voice gentle and soothing. She turned her gaze to meet his, her heavy eyes filled with contentment as her face relaxed. Leaning down, he kissed her once more, their lips parting and their tongues gently intertwining. Lost in his kiss, Kana felt herself being pushed back against the futon as his body pressed against hers, finally joining together in one final moment.

Their pace quickened, and Kana could feel her pleasure building once again. Desiring more, she pulled him closer, savoring every taste of his lips. Moans escaped her lips as her body trembled, feeling the reverence of their connection. His hand slipped around her wrist, his fingers intertwining with her own, holding her hand tightly. In that moment, they were consumed by the fire of their passion.

There was no need for words or grand gestures. Their climax arrived in one final surge of ecstasy, the waves of pleasure pulsing around him, with each withdrawal ensuring her continued enchantment. He gazed into her eyes, only to be met by an extraordinary sight of crimson petals forming.

"You have such captivating eyes, Kana," he said, handing her a nearby mirror to witness the beauty.

The spell broke, and tears welled up in Kana's eyes, the color red streaming down her cheeks. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed, quickly wiping away her tears. "You must promise not to tell anyone..."

He shook his head, assuring her, "I would never. Shall we stop?"

"No, please continue... We can handle this another time."

She could feel his continued strokes on her hair, his voice whispering her name as she contemplated her next move. His impeccable self-control over his mind and body intrigued her.

Kana couldn't help but giggle, playfully kissing his chin. Her hands reached down and firmly grasped his backside, causing him to pause with surprise. In that moment, she ignited a fire within him that he struggled to contain. He groaned, enfolding her in his embrace, holding her tightly against him. Breathing heavily, she held onto him, seeking solace and support.

As he released his essence into her, she could still feel his warmth inside her. She waited until he had finished completely. Once his arousal had diminished, she released her grip on him and relaxed, observing as his body settled upon her own, their connection still lingering in the air.

"Reconnecting with you feels like destiny at work," he whispered, his lips caressing hers tenderly. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I know life hasn't been kind to us, but that's about to change. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Forgive you? For what?" she asked.

"For disappearing without a trace all those years ago...and for pursuing the revenge you warned me against," he admitted, his voice laced with remorse. "Just like in the past, I want to be the one who protects you."

"Of course I forgive you," she murmured, her fingers gently tracing patterns through his hair. "What you did was wrong, but I understand. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew you would become someone dear to me in the future." She offered him a warm smile. "And this bond between us is unbreakable. No matter what you've done, my feelings for you will remain the same."

"Life works in mysterious ways," he said, a smile brightening his face. "And having you by my side is the greatest gift."

"I can think of a few more things," she chuckled. "A family... Many beautiful children. Someday." She smiled, her eyes filled with happiness. "But for now, being with you is all I need."

As she gazed into his eyes, she understood everything. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, but there was something in his eyes that she could comprehend, a logic that defied explanation. There was a goal burning in his heart, not just a desire to prove himself, but a dedication to protect her, to give everything he had to the one he loved.

In that moment, she realized that he didn't just want to prove himself, but he wanted to show her that he was worthy of her love. He wanted to demonstrate that he would always be there for her, no matter the cost.

Her heart softened.

"I choose you. I want to be everything you need, so you never have to feel alone or despair again," she declared, leaning in to press her lips gently against his.

"Thank you," he breathed, holding her hand tightly.

In that moment, Kana understood Tobirama like never before. She saw the determination to hold onto her and the strength to let go. She knew she would never leave him. They would free each other, find solace and love in each other's arms. Their love was powerful enough to grant them both the freedom they needed.

He vowed, with unwavering certainty, "If the need arises, I will fight anyone, even your own family, to keep you by my side."

They lay together in the darkness of their bedroom, his body nestled comfortably against hers. Kana played with his silver hair, his head resting on her chest, his ear attuned to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

She felt the rise and fall of his breath, the gentle flutter of his closed eyelids as he peacefully slept.

Through half-closed eyes, she watched his slumbering face, reminiscing about their teenage years. The time he fell asleep on her chest during a summer night's fireworks display.

She treasured those moments, desperately wishing they would last forever.