Desertsunoracle: I decided I was going to write more dirty smut just for fun and now I just realized I wrote a long hentai scene with the second portion of this chapter... Yeah, Read it if you want or skip it. I cut it off from the rest of the chapter. Good luck and farewell.
A few days later, Mid morning...
A short while ago Hashirama attended his vegetable and flower garden. He saw with wonder the stout plum and apple trees growing in his garden. They were tall and straight, a perfect shape and color, with their blossoms catching the morning sun's rays and lighting up the yard. The vegetables and flowers growing in his garden were not like those grown in the fields of other farms. The plants were grown from a potent mixture of his sage chakra and nature's chakra.
While nursing his green plants Hashirama listened to the birds sing, the wind rustling the leaves and a distant sound of thunder. However this sound wasn't thunder at all. The sound resonated from his brother's chambers. It was the sound of his brother yelling at his wife and his wife screaming. He wasn't sure exactly what they were doing and he did not want to know. Hashirama knew if his brother was abusing Madara's sister, Madara would eventually find out and take drastic actions against him. He began walking back to the house, a sensation in the back of his mind telling him to get away.
Now he could hear their love-making more clearly. Hashirama thought to himself walking back to his garden, "Maybe my brother will be less cranky now..."
Hashirama's inner turmoil seeped through as he walked back to the house. After entering the house, he heard his brother still at it. He placed the flowers he had bought earlier into a vase he had and quietly walked out to his pavilion.
As he was walking he heard the most startling thing to have ever happened. He heard the shouting.
"You bastard! You dirty damn Senju!"
"Shut up! Silence! You perverted Uchiha!"
Hashirama was shocked, there had never been anything remotely similar to this happening before at their home. Quickly he left the residence and made his way to Tōka's house highly disturbed. He would never forget those screams. At least he had Akira keeping him company and protect him.
Earlier that morning...
As they walked, surrounded by the beauty of nature, Tobirama felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that his life with Kawakana wouldn't always be easy, but as long as they had patience for each other, they could weather any storm.
Tobirama always tried to stay calm around her. To him she seemed soo needy, who was always wanting something, wanting attention, or wanting her way. However, he knew that those feelings were because she missed her family soo much.
Kawakana usually kept her composure, but she wasn't able to do that as they strolled. She started to cry. As she sobbed Tobirama couldn't help but worry that something was wrong. When he tried to soothe her, she shrugged him off and continued to cry.
"I know," she said, her voice a little shaky. " I just miss my family... My cousins, youngest cousin and student more precisely."
"Write to your cousins later, For now ..." Tobirama said, "I will bring you to the bedroom so you can relax."
"And so that you will love me?" she asked.
"Yes," he said with a frank nod.
She just chuckled. "Tobira."
Tobirama sighed and followed her into the bedroom. He started to talk again. "It's particular for the fact I'm sleeping beside an Uchiha."
"Weird? Please," said Kawakana, putting a hand on his arm. "After our first kiss you told me you loved me."
Tobirama asked, playing coy, "I did?"
"My memory is unrivaled."
Tobirama, surprised, stared at her and then shook his head. He looked at her awkwardly. "You still love me?" he asked.
"Now after such a long time... Maybe this love lessened with time and now that love is just a bygone memory. Or our reunion was enough to stoke fires even brighter than before."
Tobirama blushed, and, still blushing, he found the best thing to do was to ignore her. But when he was deep in thought, Kawakana shook his shoulder.
He said, turning to her. "I will love you."
She smiled and nodded.
"Alright," Kawakana sat up disrobing her blue robe and white undergarments. She said, "Since you're so keen I'll do what you want."
Her face was still glowing red, her cheeks pink. But then again, she had never made this motion with a guy in her bed.
She said, still blushing, "But I still can't..."
Tobirama said, "Why not?"
"You have a very strong, thick..." she said. "I don't think I can go that far."
Tobirama swallowed his urge to laugh and then said, "Don't back down from the challenge, Uchiha." with a devious grin, "The request is well within your limits."
She shook her head. Blushing intensely, "I thought you were going to get down on me..."
Tobirama gave a small laugh, then got off the bed.
He stood there, contemplating what to do next. After a moment of thought, he said, "Why not?"
Kawakana did as he asked. She sat down facing him and got on her knees. She said, "I'll do it, but - I've never done that before..."
"No buts," Tobirama said, "Since you're willing to do so, how about we start small?"
"My dear, your wealth of information has sparked numerous inquiries within me. I can only imagine my husband has indulged in copious amounts of salacious texts." She begged, "However, I humbly request a bit of restraint as our wedding night together was quite overpowering."
Tobirama grinned keeping no promises, rubbing the back of his head and then got onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back into his chest, and gently kissed her, feeling his lips slide across hers. She blushed again, returning the kiss. They kissed for a few minutes, tongues slowly dancing.
Then Tobirama got on his knees, and looked her straight in the eye. He undone the waist band of her hakama, and pulled it down to reveal the very thin fabric of her panties. She felt his gaze go down her body and shuddered. He looked down, and saw a very nervous Kawakana's eyes fixed on him.
Tobirama asked for her say, "Mind if I be rough with you as we progress?"
"You have me." Kawakana allowed, her heart beating fast, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around the images in her mind.
Tobirama kneeled back down in front of her and slipped off her panties. He stared at her naked body for a moment, and then shook his head, not wanting to get caught in a staring trance. Tobirama took off his haori and placed it on Kawakana's head, teasing her with it. The robe was enough to hide the part of her body Tobirama wanted to be covered. Her eyes.
Kawakana blushed once more, feeling very sensationally uncomfortable. Tobirama began to undress himself. When he had taken off his robe and hakama, he was already nude. He sat down next to Kawakana. He took her hand in his, and placed it on his stomach. She giggled and asked, "What are you doing?"
Tobirama smiled and kissed her shoulder, she felt his penis stir. He demanded, "Touch me, Kawakana."
Kawakana bit her lower lip, wondering if this was something she should do.
"Now you wish for me to touch you... You place a lot of trust in me."
Using the touch and feel of her hand she moved closer to her husband, and gently touched the organ. It felt incredibly soft, like a mushroom. Then Kawakana tried to wrap her fingers around it.
Kawakana chuckled, and complimented him, "Senju men are quite impressive."
He placed her hand on his penis and gently pushed her fingers. Then Tobirama brought her attention to him, "Kawakana."
Kawakana nervously complied, and laid her hand against the head of his member. She heard his sharp intake of breath and then he moaned in pleasure. He grabbed her hand, told her to hold on, and then got onto his knees once more. He bent down to Kawakana's face, and gently kissed her forehead, before turning her head. He kissed her nose and finally took her lips in a quick kiss. Kawakana felt the kiss go on for far too long, it was as if he was not doing it in a hurry at all.
Suddenly Tobirama grabbed Kawakana's right hand and placed it on the shaft. Then, he threw his haori off her head, then took his left hand and placed it on her head.
Tobirama said, "Kawakana, I want you to try."
Kawakana said rose faced, "Yes, I want you."
Tobirama closed his eyes, and gently brushed her lips with his. She did not know what she should do, she just followed his lead. He gently pushed the tip of her lips towards the head of his member.
Kawakana softly touched her lips to the shaft. He gasped in pleasure and said, "Uchiha woman."
Kawakana did as asked, and gently used her hand to glide down his penis. Once her lips reached the head, she could not help but smile.
Kawakana breathed in deeply, her mouth a puddle of spit, and then took the head into her mouth.
Her Senju husband groaned and huskily whispered, "You make me loose sanity, Uchiha woman..."
Kawakana brought her lips forward and started to suck the head of his penis. She looked up and saw his steering red eyes, watching her. She closed her eyes thinking about the advice she had read a while back. Her free hand reached up, and found his hips, bringing him closer to her mouth.
Kawakana focused on giving him the release he needed, it felt so exciting to be sucking her husband's penis. She slowly started to get into it, her heart thumping in her chest. She opened the lids of her eyes and looked at him. His gaze glowed an even brighter red, as if slowly becoming possessed. Possessed by an ancient primal power hidden within every man.
With such knowledge she focused on moving her tongue more intensely. She slowly took more and more of his penis in her mouth. He could feel the inside of her mouth with the tip of his penis, her tongue, lips and hand caressing him, which made him even more aroused. He contained control of his body with much effort, she kept going and started to suck hard on the head.
Suddenly, Kawakana felt her husband shudder in pleasure, and he moaned loudly. He then began to thrust his penis in and out of her mouth. Kawakana thought of biting him to make him stop, unfortunately she came to the conclusion that would only hurt him.
Tobirama championed from his stance above her, "Swiftly! Uchiha woman!"
Kawakana began to gag uncontrollably. Recognizing that he had overstepped his boundaries, immediately withdrew his member from her mouth and released her. The dazed Kawakana was then turned over onto her hands and knees.
This sudden shift in position was a new experience for Kawakana, who had never been placed on her hands and knees by Tobirama before. Despite her apprehension, he appeared to be delighted with the change and seized her long navy blue hair, lifting her head. He then gave her shapely buttocks a firm slap, causing her to blush with surprise and pleasure. Her reaction was visceral as she pushed her rear end back against his bare member.
She shouted out delightfully, "You Senju tail-wagger!"
He groaned.
Without much effort he slid his cock into her lady garden. Kawakana's eyes and mouth widened with slight pain. Holding her chest and waist, he pulled her back, inserting more of himself inside her, he massaged her breast and waist, making it as easy for her as possible. He then thrust his cock all the way into the wet dirt of her garden, burying himself to his base. Kawakana felt complete as he filled her up.
Feeling the pleasure mount, Tobirama leaned forward over Kawakana, grinding against her tender flesh. The rhythm of his movements gradually increased, becoming more frantic, and he redoubled his efforts as he thrust into her. Soon, she lost herself completely in the moment, her eyes rolling back in her head and her mouth opened emitting a silent, euphoric intake of breath. The pleasure of his frantic movements seemed to explode within her, causing her to tremble and quake with ecstasy.
With her pleasure subsiding, Tobirama paused his thrusting but maintained his gaze on Kawakana. As she started to come down from the high of her orgasm, her eyes fell to the floor in exhaustion. He noticed the change in her demeanor and tenderly caressed her breast, soothing her with gentle touches. Gradually, she began to relax, and her breathing slowed to a steady, rhythmic pace. After a moment of quiet stillness, He resumed his thrusting, drawing another low moan from Kawakana's lips.
Tobirama could feel the tension building within Kawakana once more, and he pressed his hand against her breast, holding her firmly. She responded immediately, writhing and twisting beneath him as she struggled to keep up with his thrusting. But this time, when he pulled out and plunged back in, she didn't tense up, biting her lip to stifle a scream of pleasure.
As his movements became more frenzied and his thrusts grew even quicker, her moans became louder and more insistent. He pressed his lips to her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as he continued to drive into her with unrelenting force. Finally, with a loud cry of ecstasy, Kawakana reached her peak, her body convulsing beneath him as she experienced wave after wave of intense pleasure. Tobirama held her tightly, reveling in the sensation as she trembled and shook in his arms.
She screamed. He bit. He thrust.
"Ah!"
She shouted as loud as she could, "Quit it! You biting Senju dog!"
"Shut up!"
"Why?"
"Shut up!" He pulled out.
"You bastard! You dirty damn Senju!" She shouted as he thrust his length in her once again.
"Shut up! Silence! You perverted Uchiha!"
She screamed blissfully, "Ooh, Senju!"
He thrusted forward again, "Uchiha woman!"
She struggled for words, "You are... one to talk."
He laughed loudly, thrusting again, "You filthy perverted Uchiha!"
As the heat of summer enveloped their bodies, they locked eyes and felt a sticky sensation begin to spread between them. A release was necessary, and they both knew it. With their bodies tense and writhing, he plunged deep within her, causing their forms to arch in unison. She struggled to form words as she faced the furry pillow in front of her, her eyes and mouth forming words from time to time. "How... How do you...? Do this?"
"Ah, yes, The most perverted of Uchiha." He groaned loudly, his mouth still against her neck.
"Hahahaha... Mmmph." She began to struggle, trying to make sense of what was happening.
She moaned,"Ahh...! You... you..."
The groans of their respective orgasms filled the room. He could feel himself pulsing within her. Finally he surrendered his will to the primal power within him. He clenched his teeth as his member pulsed and spewed his hot life essence into her fertile womb.
He came for what seemed an eternity.
Kawakana neared her final orgasm.
She squirmed and shouted her last fits of rapture, "Ahhh... Tobirama! You insatiable... bastard!"
His orgasm subsided and he collapsed against her, holding her close to him.
His body was wracked with a sense of euphoria as he pulled himself away from her form. Exhaling shakily, he flopped down onto the bed next to her and reached out to stroke her soft hair. Her smile was like a beacon, drawing him in closer until there was nothing but the two of them in the room. It was peaceful, calming, and he basked in the afterglow for a long while.
As she nestled down beside him, he felt a sense of completion as they gazed at each other in contentment. A small surge of love rose up within him as he leaned in to bestow a gentle kiss upon her forehead. "You were magnificent, Kawakana," he murmured, his voice low and soft.
Her response was to snuggle closer, her head tucked under his chin as she revelled in his embrace. The giggle that bubbled up from within her chest only reinforced the feelings of joy and happiness. "We certainly were loud," she agreed, not the least bit embarrassed.
As they lay there in silence, her breathing gradually became deeper, softer. He knew she was asleep when she began to hum softly. He shifted positions slightly, rearranging their limbs so that she was nestled tightly against his chest. Her body felt impossibly small in his arms, and yet he knew this was where she belonged.
Kissing the top of her head with each shift of position, he watched over her with a sense of endearment, refusing to ever let go. After a little while, sleep overtook him too, his arm wrapped tightly around her as they both drifted off into a short peaceful slumber.
Later That Day...
Kawakana heard the dining room door creak open. Her eyes widened at the sight of two Hashirama and Tōka. Before she could utter a single word, Tobirama stepped forward, his sharp eyes sweeping her body.
"Ah, I see they are here... I've prepared lunch." She said, He took Kawakana's hand, "We'll be outside, if you don't mind. We have some things to discuss."
Kawakana quickly fumbled for a response. "Tobirama."
Kawakana moved from the kitchen area to the doorway of the dining room. Tobirama stopped to stare at Tōka.
"Hmph. Well, fine. Go ahead." Tōka allowed.
Kawakana stepped out of the dining room followed by Tobirama.
She requested, "Is there something you need to tell me?"
"Please don't speak of our private life soo openly."
"Yes," Kawakana nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. She knew that Tobirama had always been cautious and mindful of their private life, and she respected that.
"Act neutral in the presence of Tōka."
"She's the one who confronted you ten years ago. It's only now that I know her name."
He held her by the shoulder, "That was ten years ago. Everything has changed and problems of the past have been solved."
"Of course, Tobirama. I fully understand." She assured him.
Tobirama gave her a small nod before turning serious again. "Just don't tell Hashirama anything, His mouth is even bigger than yours."
"As you wish." She embraced him then pulled away shortly after.
"Please forgive my bold claims from a few days ago."
"Shīsārama is a rather appropriate name for a son..." She blushed looking away, "Our wishes are not soo different."
Tobirama smiled, feeling grateful for Kawakana's love and support. His hand caressed the nape of her neck. "Thank you, Your kindness is one thing that hasn't changed about you."
She held still for his kiss, teasing him, "You are still in a bad mood as ever."
"Quite the contrary, I'm happier now than I've ever been."
"You are not good at showing it."
"I know, You always brought out aspects of myself I never knew I possessed." Tobirama pulled her closer to him, enjoying the comfort of her embrace.
Kawakana smiled, "Tobirama."
"Kawakana, You are the sunshine causing the ocean to sparkle with warmth."
They shared another kiss before returning to the dinning room. Both sat back down across from Hashirama and Tōka. Kawakana gazed down to her uneaten plate still smiling and blushing his words still in her mind.
Hashirama spoke to her, "It seems bringing you here has had a positive effect on my brother."
"Yes." She nodded picking up her chopsticks.
"Did your wedding night go well?" He very well knew the answer to that. When Hashirama asked Kawakana this Tobirama glared at his elder brother. He sighed explaining, "Little brother, As head of Senju I have to know the conclusions of marriages I've created."
"Kawakana and I did consummate our union." Tobirama said giving no indication he was bothered. He thought it best not to cause conflict between them. Hashirama inquired, "Did it go well?"
"Yes." Kawakana nodded her face turning blue of embarrassment. "Forgive us for being soo loud and interrupting..."
"No problem, I'm just glad to hear this marriage was successful."
She shook her head, "I think I might have gotten a little carried away."
Tobirama glared at her, Now she was starting to talk a little too much about it, "Our wedding night is between us. You don't need to be so loud about it."
She blushed and apologized again for talking so much, "I'm sorry, Tobirama."
"It's fine." He said trying to placate her but couldn't. As much as Tobirama loved his wife, She was starting to show signs of being immature and impulsive. Tobirama often mistook her volatility for being unhinged. His wife however did not meet his gaze but instead gazed down at her plate.
"Telling your wife to be silent; That's way to treat your new wife you claim to love soo much." Tōka fumed at Tobirama.
Tobirama leaned closer to Tōka,"I never said that. I just don't think it's appropriate to talk openly about our private moments, especially in front of others."
Tōka huffed, "That's besides the point. You need to treat her with respect and not just shut her down every time she tries to speak."
"I do treat her with respect, Tōka. And I don't shut her down, I think it's important to maintain some privacy in our relationship."
Kawakana spoke up, "It's okay, Tōka. Tobirama is right. Our intimate moments should be kept between us."
Tobirama nodded, grateful for his wife's understanding. He knew that cousin Tōka was fiercely protective of her family and always had their best interests at heart, but he also knew that she could be a bit overbearing at times.
The rest of the meal went by in relative silence, with only the sound of utensils against plates filling the air.
Earlier that same day...
"Izuna and Miyuki, what have you discovered?" Madara asked, his eyes fixed on the two as they greeted him with a bow.
Izuna looked over at Miyuki, signaling for her to begin. She took a deep breath before speaking, "Lady Kawakana and Tobirama Senju's marriage seems to have been successful. However, the pace at which they are progressing seems to be concerning."
Madara nodded thoughtfully as Miyuki continued, "They have already discussed names for their future children, and that seems to be moving faster than what is seen as acceptable."
Madara's eyebrow raised in surprise as he contemplated this latest news. "So, they are planning to have children."
Miyuki showed some excitement, "That could be a good thing, couldn't it?"
Izuna interjected disapprovingly, "They will be seen as impure."
Miyuki's optimism faded slightly, "But that won't change Lady Kawakana's love for her children."
Madara sighed, "Society will not accept them."
Miyuki thought for a moment before offering a glimmer of hope, "There has been some cases in the past where the children of Senju and Uchiha families have been born."
Madara nodded, Explaining, "A majority of these children were not born out of love and marriage, but from warriors who lacked morals and took advantage of women. These children were the product of our wars with the Senju."
Izuna's response was tinged with anger as he thought back to what he had read in the historical texts of Uchiha. "They were freaks of nature, the reason why the Uchiha had to resort to killing any child born from an Uchiha mother and a Senju man. I remember reading about a leading kunoichi from Senju who was assaulted by an Uchiha chief and used their child, who had an unusual ringed dōjutsu, to exact her revenge on the Uchiha who wronged her."
Miyuki acknowledged Izuna's statement, having also read about the story from the same texts. She was surprised that someone in a position of leadership would be so casual. "That was an exceptional situation. The 'mongrels' wouldn't be troublesome if they resembled children from other cases. Most were born stronger than the typical clan member, with or without the sharingan."
Madara thoughtfully considered Miyuki's input. "If what you say is true, then we should keep the Uchiha name alive."
Miyuki was surprised by Madara's statement but gave a nod of agreement.
Izuna addressed Miyuki's concerns, "You understand the gravity of the situation."
Miyuki reassured them, "Of course, I'm not naive. What do we do next?"
Izuna didn't have an answer but suggested, "Perhaps we should speak with Lady Kawakana and Tobirama for their thoughts."
"Do not start a fight with the Senju... Is there something you are leaving out? Izuna? Miyuki?" Madara questioned.
"No, Madara." they both replied.
"Very well. Our conversation is over. Both of you have done well," Madara said, dismissing them.
As they left, Nanase entered his chamber, Miyuki felt uneasy. She still had questions about what they had discussed.
Izuna noticed her unease and asked, "What are you thinking?"
Miyuki sighed, "I don't know. It's all so complicated. I'm afraid that whatever we do, it might make things worse."
"I understand," Izuna said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "But we need to act before it's too late. The future of our clan rests on us."
Miyuki nodded in agreement. They both knew that they had to take a risk and speak to Kawakana and Tobirama. It was the only way to find a solution.
Later that night, Miyuki was lying in bed, reflecting on what had happened. She thought about Izuna's words and her heart felt more at ease. Maybe if a union between Senju and Uchiha happened, conflicts would end. She felt hopeful, knowing that if Kawakana and Tobirama had children, they could start and create a new legacy for both clans.
The rest of the meal went by in relative silence, with only the sound of utensils against plates filling the air. The first to leave the dining room was Tobirama. "I am off to improve my technique."
He excused himself as his wife watched on in concern. He walked away, leaving her to clean up after herself and the rest of the family. Kawakana knew her husband needed some time to himself so she allowed him to leave.
Tobirama strode through the door leading out onto the pavilion, letting out a deep sigh as he did so. He felt that, if he was to have a few moments of silence with no interruptions, He could clear his mind. From his room he took his ningatō blade and set off toward the edge of the woods, where the thick canopy blocked out the light from the sun. The quiet of the woods was a calming way for him to think and formulate his new technique.
Back in the dining room Tōka helped Kawakana clean the plates and left over food. When she finished, she walked to the entrance and watched her husband walk away. Tōka and Kawakana returned to the chores. Tōka turned back to the kitchen and began to clean up after the final few diners. She picked up a plate and twirled it in her hand, pretending to be some kind of sword. She placed the plate into the washing basin, chuckling as she did so. Kawakana brought the rest of the dirty dishes in and spoke to Tōka.
She said to Tōka, "What exactly is he doing?"
She oversimplified what Tobirama was doing, "Coming up with faster ways to defeat his opponents. A new technique. He's been talking about it for the last few years, so it's something he needs to get done."
Kawakana nodded. "Hopefully he completes it."
Tōka agreed, "Yes."
After cleaning the dishes, Kawakana used a towel to dry them off. She returned to the dinning room and sat down at the table. Her eyes looked pensive as she considered the events of the day. Tōka sat down next to her. "Forgive me for what happened ten years ago. I was out of line."
Kawakana gave a shallow, quiet laugh, "Don't be ridiculous, That was ten years ago, We are quite past that now."
Tōka frowned, "I was the reason why Tobirama abandoned you without a word."
Kawakana chuckled, "It was probably for the best he did. I was getting out of line with him myself."
Tōka vaguely suggested, "Maybe if I did not face him that day then maybe things would be different. Events would've happened earlier."
Kawakana raised her eyebrows. "Perhaps you are correct."
Tōka furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"
Kawakana's cheeks flushed slightly, "It's nothing, I just discovered a few things through out these years."
Tōka hesitated, "What do you mean?"
Kawakana rubbed her temples, chuckling, "Well, You met my brother Madara on many rendezvous occasions."
"How do you know?"
Kawakana smirked at Tōka. "Simple, Tōka. I notice everything."
Tōka looked to Kawakana in confusion. "Like what?"
Kawakana leaned forward and whispered, "I've watched my brother's actions through the years and your first words to me just set everything up."
Tōka's eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. She stammered, "I...I didn't realize I was so obvious."
Kawakana gave a gentle smile, "It's alright. We all have secrets that we keep hidden."
The two women sat in silence for a moment longer before Tōka stood up and announced, "I will be practicing in the dojo... Would you like to come?"
Kawakana agreed and followed her outside, "Very well."
Tōka led Kawakana to the dojo, which was located in the middle of the Senju compound. It was a large, open space with wooden floors and walls adorned with various weapons and training tools. Tōka walked to the center of the room and drew her own sword, beckoning Kawakana to do the same.
Kawakana hesitated but then drew her own sword, feeling the familiar weight in her hand. Facing the taller woman, She fell into a defensive stance.
Tōka attacked first, her movements swift and precise as she swung her sword towards Kawakana. But Kawakana was able to block the attack, her own sword clanging against Tōka's. They continued exchanging blows, their swords ringing out in the quiet of the dojo.
As they fought, Kawakana began to feel a sense of calm wash over her. Over the years she studied her opponents habits to predict their movements without using her sharingan. Chakra control and conservation was always her top priority in combat.
Now these familiar motions of swordplay felt like second nature, and she was able to get lost in the rhythm of it all. Tōka was a skilled opponent, and Kawakana was grateful for the training session.
Finally, after what felt like hours, they lowered their swords and walked to the center of the dojo.
"That was great," Kawakana said, catching her breath.
Tōka nodded in agreement. "You haven't lost your touch," she said, her eyes shining with pride. "You have the same fire you possessed ten years ago. Brighter even."
Kawakana thanked her for the compliment. "Thanks, You have improved yourself too... Next time we will display our ninjutsu."
Tōka nodded and they walked out of the dojo, their swords still sheathed and their bodies tired but content. As they made their way back to the main house, Kawakana couldn't help but feel grateful for the family she had married into. The Senju had their faults and their secrets, but at the core of it all, they were a family that loved and protected each other.
Tōka turned to her with a last request, "Don't tell Tobirama about Madara, though, He dislikes your brother."
Kawakana said bluntly, "Tobirama shouldn't care, It's none of his business. And he's wedded to me, Madara's sister."
Tōka appreciated her words, "I see why Tobirama likes you, You are very kind and honest."
Kawakana smiled. "Thank you, Tōka. I try my best."
As they reached the main house, they bid each other farewell. Kawakana walked up to the bedroom, feeling a sense of contentment settling over her. She had sparred with her cousin-in-law, discovered secrets she had not known before, and most importantly, had strengthened the familial bonds that tied them all together.
Kana quickly shed her training clothes and slipped on something more comfortable. When she opened the doors to the bedroom, the sunlight illuminated the messy state of the room. She sighed and shook her head, knowing that cleaning was her least favorite chore. She had also stored some of her belongings in other scrolls, and felt the need to retrieve them. Her husband had already made room for her when she arrived, and she felt grateful for his efforts. After folding the bed, blankets, and sorting through the dirty clothes, she lit a sakura-scented candle and filled the room with its sweet aroma.
Sitting on the wooden floor of the pavilion, Kana watched Tobirama with an intent gaze. Although she wasn't sure what he was doing, she enjoyed watching him nonetheless. Her smile widened when he returned to her, his white hair glowing a light shade of yellow in the sunlight.
"Forgive me for snapping at you earlier," Tobirama confessed as he bowed to her. "I don't want our private moments to become the talk of the clan."
"I understand," Kana replied, her sincerity showing in her tone. "I don't want that either. But we both know that our antics are what caused it in the first place."
Tobirama sat down beside her and rested his head in her lap. Kana's fingers ran through his soft hair, humming a calming tune. He took her hand in his and extended his senses, causing her to wonder what he was doing.
"What are you doing?" Kana asked, curious.
"Nothing of importance," he replied as he turned his head to the side.
Kana chose not to push him for an answer and instead focused on the present moment. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on his head.
He turned on his back looking up at her, "You bring out my best and worst qualities... You, Kawakana are the most beautiful, kind-hearted, loyal person I know... but you are also unpredictable and unhinged."
"I've just had some practice," Kana teased, resting her index on his nose.
"You'll have to be more careful," Tobirama said, putting on a serious face, "There are all sorts of people here who might be extremely irritated by you."
"Well I guess that means I should be more careful then," she shrugged. "I can tell already people here are extremely irritated by your demeanor and live with it every single day... Please If I begin to irritate you, give me one of your glares."
"You can start by speaking to me directly, unless you prefer I'll have to go through you." he smirked.
She giggled, "You can start by sneaking up on me again."
He smiled mischievously, "The challenge is acceptable." he said as he rubbed his hands together.
She chuckled, "Very well, I wish you the best luck."
"You and Hashirama are similar in that you both are good at heart but can have your wicked ways too," Tobirama observed thinking of his brother's gambling addiction.
"There you go again, comparing me to him," Kana noted with a chuckle, "I am nothing like him, well not exactly."
"It's just an observation," Tobirama replied.
"An odd observation," Kana scowled, "I don't know if that is even a compliment."
Tobirama chuckled softly, "It wasn't intended to be a compliment, just an observation. You are your own person, Kana. Unique in your own ways."
"Well, that's more like it," Kana smiled, her eyes lighting up. "I wouldn't want to be compared to anyone else."
"Good," Tobirama said. "You're one of a kind."
They lay there in silence for a while, enjoying each other's company. Tobirama couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment when he was around Kana. She had a way of calming his mind and making him forget all about the stresses of being the younger brother of the world's strongest shinobi.
"Lord Madara, I've made your favorite Inarizushi," Nanase announced as she presented a plate filled with his favorite dish.
Madara's face lit up with joy as he received her gift. "Thank you, Nanase," he replied gratefully.
Taking a bite, Madara closed his eyes and savored the flavors. After swallowing, Nanase eagerly asked, "Did you like it?"
"You've improved your technique, Nanase," Madara praised her. "This is even better than the last time you made me Inarizushi."
Nanase's usually stoic expression softened into a smile at his compliment. Madara's words always had a profound effect on her, causing her to blush like a young girl in love. She tried to play it off with a subsiding remark, "You say that every time..."
Madara let out a small huff and replied, "It's the truth. I'm not going to say what you want to hear."
Nanase offered, "I'm not asking you to."
"Then we understand each other," Madara replied with a small smile. "Your inarizushi possesses everything I could ask for, care and individuality."
"It's your mother's recipe." She said honestly.
"It tastes of you."
She shook off her embarrassment with a nod of her head, Nanase moved closer to Madara and gently hugged him. Her head rested against his arm as her hands found solace on his abs and forearm. She snuggled closer to him, feeling a sense of comfort and safety that only he could provide. Madara accepted her embrace and placed his hand on her back, cherishing the moment of closeness between them.
"You can take your hands off me now," he whispered huskily. He felt a soft shiver and he heard a light giggle come from her lips.
"I'm not going anywhere," she murmured and leaned closer to him. Madara was surprised to find her face inches away from his. There was almost a little bit too much affection in her look.
Madara moved to rest his chin on her head, enjoying the closeness. No one had ever loved him like she loved him. She was the first to say 'I love you' to him. He found her perfume as heady as a memory of moonlight. Her black hair smelled of honeysuckle and jasmine. Her dark eyes were half opened, watching him.
His eyes never leaving hers, he lifted her hand up, and in a swift movement made her wrap her fingers around his wrist.
"May I kiss you?" he asked softly. Her eyes were wide.
"Y-You want to kiss me?" she said in a small voice.
"Yes," he nodded.
"You usually don't ask for permission... Though it is always granted without a word."
His hands cupped her cheeks and he lowered his head, staring into her eyes.
She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. Her fingers curled into the material of his robe.
Nanase's heart raced. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking hard. Her lips parted. Madara was right beside her, just as bold and strong. There was something about him that made her want to release all herself, be reckless. His eyes were warm and his smile was gentle.
It felt like time stopped, as the two gazed at each other. She could feel his breath on her lips, hear the heartbeat of her own heart.
"You are like dancing starlight." he said again as he moved to kiss her once more. She let him kiss her, accepting the pleasure of his lips and mouth against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers clawed into his sculp, holding him against her.
Their eyes never leaving each other's, their lips parted and he breathed in her essence. She was flushed, her breathing uneven. He felt an electric thrill when her lips brushed against his chin and the scent of jasmine mixed with honeysuckle filled his senses. He pulled her closer to him, and her hands ran through his hair.
Madara was struck with wonder and he pulled her even closer. He wanted to absorb every inch of her body into his own. With his touch her walls ceased, She was warm and soft, his hands on her back, tangling in her hair.
He breathed her in and noticed the tugging on his heart. He wanted to love her and be loved by her, and she was slipping away from him.
He slowly withdrew his lips from hers, giving her a breath to catch her breath.
"Nanase, I want to tell you something," he whispered softly.
She looked up at him, confused and breathless.
"What is it?"
"I want you to be my clan wife." he whispered, his face falling and his voice breaking.
She flinched. "You are serious?"
"I am." he said quietly, keeping his stern expression she knew soo well.
"I can't say no? Can I?"
"Do you?" he asked her, staring at her lips. "Do you want me to be your husband and your clan leader?"
She paused and said after a moment. "Yes. I want that, Madara... Are you asking me now because my elder sister keeps nagging you?"
"Yes and no. With this new era approaching we must be mindful of our traditions."
"I understand."
"Good," he breathed. "I will marry you."
She smiled brightly, an expression he had seen so rare in her face.
Madara asked, "So, where does your little sister get all her intel from?"
"Miyuki heard it through the grapevine of Tsusui's civilians, thanks to the mouth of the gossip queen herself, Kawakana," replied the informant.
"Doesn't surprise me." Madara smirked.
As he devoured his Nanase's mouth-watering meal, memories of their childhood flooded his mind. His sister had always been known for her boisterous personality, even from a young age. Her voice held a decibel higher than necessary and she never seemed to run out of things to say. It wasn't long before their parents found a solution to her incessant chattering: they taught her how to read and provided her with books to fuel her curiosity. To his surprise, it was Madara himself who had taken on the task of teaching her. And now, as he enjoyed her cooking, the memories of those early days felt fresh and vivid.
Consequently, Kawakana's curiosity one day got the better of her
"Mada! Give me more sauced dango!" Little Kawakana pleaded with her elder brother, her hands reaching out, "I'm starving!"
Madara chuckled and shook his head. "You've had enough, Kana. You don't want to become fat do you?"
"I-I... Mada... Please." She began to cry trying to get her brother to take pit on her. She bribed him, "I'll give you my rice balls."
He could not lie. The six year old's bribe was tempting. He couldn't bear to refuse. He took some on his lap, giving the sauced dango to his sister.
"Can I have another?" The six year old asked Madara.
"No more dango for you."
Putting on her puppy dog face, She still pushed, "Pretty please?"
Madara had no choice but to share again. The six year old could not keep herself from snatching up the most sauced dango and greedily ate it up. In return she gave him more rice balls.
"No more, You could get sick if you eat too much." He patted her on her head.
"I'm going to be sick!" She giggled. "My stomach hurts. It's so full of delicious dango." He wasn't sure if she was mocking him or just being her usual self; A clown. She looked up at Madara, "I got this."
He knew this was true. "No more for now, but I'll give you more later."
"Sooo, Mada, I was wondering... How about we play one of our games. Wanna play hide and seek?"
"You are too good at hiding, Kana." This was true. Innately Kana was a natural seek and hide, Madara said, "I will not find you."
"You lie! I know you can find me."
He sighed. "I wouldn't be able to."
"If you can't I guess I won before the game even began."
Madara believed her. Kana was, after all, Kana. In her big brothers eyes; Not only was she remarkable, but she had guts, determination, and much like the sun and moon; an uncanny ability to hide in plain sight. Their parents had to put Kawakana on a leash when she was younger so she wouldn't randomly disappear, causing their mother worry in the process. Though looking at it now Kawakana always had a tendency to disappear without notice from toddler to teenage girl.
There was always a driving impulse within Kana. It was the reason why she had made such a good spy as she had grown, as he noted. She accomplished and did things others would only think about or detest. Now that he thought about it, he noticed that she always was very secretive and evasive about her own actions.
Madara sat back, her antics tempted his patience. He interrupted his sister's next move.
"Come along Kana, you know mother asked me to help you with your studies." He reminded her. She jumped, looking nervous but not flustered.
"I'm sorry, Madara." She didn't bother to turn around. "I'm not ready yet."
When he looked away for a second, the girl disappeared.
Madara's irritation turned to curiosity. Kana did not usually pull any of these types of stunts with him unlike their parents.
She disappeared into the brush surrounding their home. Madara would have to hunt for her, He followed Kana's tracks for a short while. It soon became obvious that she was looking for something. Finally she slowed and then came to a stop.
Madara was startled when she noticed him. She snapped her head up to meet his gaze.
"Sorry Madara, you startled me." She apologized, quickly turning away again.
He glanced around, not seeing or hearing anything amiss. He turned back and walked up to her.
She asked looking in one direction. "Do you hear that brother?"
"It's a battle, Kana, Come back home with me."
With her heart pounding in her chest, Kana turned and headed towards the source of the noise, Madara hot on her speedy heels. As they drew closer to the battle, the sounds grew louder, filling her ears with the screams of agony and the clanging of swords. When Kana stumbled, she felt strong arms spin her around to face Madara.
"What's wrong?" he questioned, concern etched into his features.
Despite her attempts to cover her ears, Kana could still hear the sounds of war, the images of death, blood, and suffering flashing before her very eyes. A chill ran down her spine, but she tried her best to push the feeling aside. However, Kana's quivering body betrayed her.
"I can't take it!" she screamed.
Madara looked past her towards the noise, his expression solemn and heavy with knowledge.
"It's not a good sight," he admitted. "But it's just a battle."
Kana stared back at him, her eyes wide with fear.
"It's terrible, Madara. Can't you hear it?"
Madara nodded, knowing all too well what she was feeling.
"It's okay, Kana. Let's head back."
He carried her away from the war on his back, a sympathetic expression shaping his face. But even as he lowered Kana back onto the ground, Madara couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within. He felt terrible for his sister whom their parents fiercely sheltered.
"What's wrong, Kana?" he asked, anxious to understand her terror.
For a moment, Kana remained silent, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to tell Madara everything, but there was simply too much ugliness in the world for her to bear.
"I can't," she whispered.
Madara hugged her, feeling her shaking form pressed against his chest.
"You can tell me anything, Kana. I'm your older brother."
But when he saw that the girl wouldn't budge, his expression fell with sadness. "Please, Kana. You have to tell me what's going on."
Turning towards him and leaning her back against his chest, Kana finally spoke. "Nothing's wrong, I'm fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
They both tried ignoring the noise, as Kana's mind kept racing with thoughts. "Will I suddenly go there too?" she inquired.
Madara shook his head. "No, Kana. Women of the clan are not allowed to battle."
She held onto him tightly, afraid of what the future may hold. "But what happens if our family needs to be protected?" she whispered.
"Father has promised me that, when you grow up, you'll marry an Uchiha shinobi and have powerful sons who will fight for us." he explained.
As Kana tried to process this, she clung onto her protector, tears still streaming down her face. "That's scary."
"I'll make sure you and our brothers are always protected," Madara reassured her, lifting her onto his back once more. "Now let's go, or mother will start scolding me for not getting you to your studies on time."
Kana wrapped her arms around Madara's neck and held on tight as he carried her towards their home. She knew that she was lucky to have an older brother who loved and protected her, but the weight of her future and her family's expectations still felt heavy on her young shoulders.
As they walked, Madara spoke softly to her, telling her stories of their ancestors and the great battles they had fought. He spoke of the Uchiha's strength and resilience, and how even in the darkest of times, they always found a way to persevere.
Kana listened to his stories with a small smile on her face, grateful for the distraction. But deep down, she could not get those images out of her mind, the world scared her, She wanted to hide.
As they reached their home, Madara set her down and ruffled her hair affectionately. "Don't worry so much, little sister," he said. "We'll face whatever comes our way together."
Kana nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope in her heart. With her brother by her side, she knew that she could face anything.