IMPORTANT NOTES: NOT-OUT-OF-CHARACTER. I swear I tried to write all characters with their CANON PERSONALITY.
Tobirama is forty-five/Fem Sasuke is twenty-two, same as the rest of Konoha 12. In this fic, Naruto is in love with Sakura.
Tobirama x Fem Sasuke Fic
In this fanfic story, Madara and Izuna are Mikoto's brothers.
Modern setting/early 2000s.
YELLOWSTONE TV SERIES INSPIRED, MONTE CARLO (2011) INSPIRED, PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005) INSPIRED, ATONEMENT (2007) INSPIRED AND LA LA LAND (2017) INSPIRED
Better Call Tobirama
He was sitting at the big, rounded table covered in a white tablecloth. On the center of the wooden table, there was a vase of wildflowers, that exhaled a sweet aroma.
He barely ate the food. It had an ashen and dry taste. He brought the glass of wine near his lips, drinking in slowness, savoring the taste.
In annoyance and irritation with the whole shallow and annoying event, he pressed his forehead with his fingers, between his eyebrows. He grumbled and snorted, in a stoical manner. Master of the art of stoicism, no one noticed his grumpy mood, perhaps his brother did, because he flashed Tobirama a bright smile and turned away, again, to pay attention to Inoichi Yamanaka babbling on and on.
Inoichi, Hashirama and Mito stood next to a marble statue.
Tobirama noticed that Hashirama, who was standing close to Mito, embraced her, sliding his arms, with gentleness, over her waist. For a moment or two, Tobirama saw his brother's tanned fingers move down from Mito's waist to her butt. Hashirama grabbed her ass, squeezing it hard.
Tobirama, who was already in disbelief, grew in disgust and in sickness while seeing this full shameful display. His sister-in-law didn't do anything to stop her husband's dirty wickedness. Instead, she tucked her head on Hashirama's broad shoulders, and cuddled him, embracing him, circulating her arms around his neck.
Tobirama turned red like a tomate, in embarrassment. He should not have seen this blasphemous scene.
Tobirama wanted to throw up, vomit right there on the table, before storming over to them to lecture his brother and sister-in-law with bible sermons and verses.
The younger Senju, a deep religious Protestant and an old school political thinker, viewed himself as the embodiment of high morals and of saintly virtues; he was proud of his grand ideals and worldview. An honorable man, set in his ways.
Hoping to forget these vile moments, he stuck his nose on his glass of wine, and drank, taking a long sip till the glass emptied.
Sitting alongside Tobirama, was Minato, the husband of his sister-in-law's niece.
While the sympathetic man smiled warmly at anyone that passed nearby, Tobirama was taciturn: furrowing his forehead, upcasting his slightly narrow gaze in arrogance at anybody that would stare far too long at him. He would clench his jaw so hard, cast a cold stare, and remain in an heavy silence.
He did not want to be there at his cousin's birthday party. He despised parties. Hated over socialization and family gatherings.
But, he had to admit to himself; the Namikazes had handpicked the best private lounge, at the most expensive and finest hotel in downtown Konoha. Surprise and awestruck were written in his eyes as he had entered the hotel.
Although he was one rugged, rough, thick-skinned political animal, he admitted when other were socially more aware than he was.
Rawness was his middle name. Being a simple man of poor tastes made him uncomfortable in glitzy places.
His habit of avoiding those locales were so extreme that if he could, he would skip any business ventures involving himself mixing with the beau monde. He hated being dragged, out of his will, to these high society establishments.
Bored to death by all of this glittering party and unnecessary fuss, thrown by Kushina, just to show off her son, the spoiled brat, to the global news.
His eyes roamed the entire room as he stood up, rushing his way to the enormous stairs that led to the second floor of the lounge: He was in need to use the restroom.
He, while walking the slightly turned up stairs, he turned his back on to them for a flash of second, just to gaze down, at the party; placing one of his calloused hand on the handrail, the other, in the pocket of his pants, he faced the crowd: Tsunade, Anko and Shizune pampered around the buffet, getting fatter and fatter; next to the eating trio, Professor Kakashi swanned by, with a plate full of hors' d'oeuvres. Tagging along with Hatake Junior, the annoying and loud-mouth Naruto and the sweet and cute Sakura were holding hands, like high-school sweethearts, following Sakumo's boy like two lost puppies.
He was about to continue his march to the toilet, until he, rather quickly, saw Kushina, Minato, Hashirama greeting new guests that arrived.
His vision, blurred. His mind darkened, his spirit lowered in vibration. His face became pale like a phantom. The few happy thoughts , light smiles, down-to-earth vibes he had stored in himself, washed away the moment he saw those stuck-up bastards crashing the party as if they were uninvited to attend.
Rubbing his silver, shaggy hair, he thought that he had to control himself, or he would ruin his young cousin's birthday party.
It would be an epic, apocalyptic type of ruination if the younger Senju did not control his icy-cold, raving mad hostility towards the Uchiha family.
He ought to try to be polite towards them, for the sake of Hashirama and of Naruto's. After all, it was his cousin's moment, not his to burst out his distrust and glacial rampages towards the Uchihas.
Thank God that his political enemy in the mayor campaign, Madara, was abroad. International matters had taken hold of him and of his most trusted adviser, his brother, Izuna, for months to come.
His eyes were fixed on the uchiha horde. His was already taking mental notes of each one of them: Grumpy as ever, Fugaku, greeted in total silence the Namikaze couple, almost ignoring Mrs. Namikaze completely;
On the other hand, Mikoto smiled with tenderness, giving Kushina a hug, before blushing as she looked at a charming Minato;
A mama's boy as ever, Itachi conversed with the Namikaze couple and with Hashirama very openly.
At the moment he took off his eyes at Itachi, who was moving away from the Namikaze couple, Tobirama directed his gaze at another less-known Uchiha.
His eyes of red, locked gazes with eyes of the deepest shade of onyx.
No natural gem could outmatch these dark eyes. Defiance were printed in them. They were Impenetrable, clouded in a unspoken mystery.
Sasuke was her name, as he remembered Naruto, Kushina and Sakura telling him about during family day. Once in a while, Naruto would babble, in admiration, this name, during dinner conversations or during their Karaoke and happy hours.
She was Fugaku's youngest child. The carbon copy of his wife, Mikoto, but the upgraded version. For Tobirama, the better version.
Intimidating if one looks long enough, lifeless at first glance. But under that aloof, gloomy look there was a hidden scorching fierceness ready to come out and explode in a rage of fire.
What appealed most to Tobirama was Sasuke's inky locks. Hard to forget, easy to spot out in a crowded room.
She, disconcerting, seemed unapproachable, yet, at the same time, close.
Dumbstruck, he tried to mask his bedazzlement.
He, who had always looked down on the Uchihas, would not be changing his opinions towards the jet set, the café society of Konoha City, just because an breathtaking Uchiha captivated him.
He was not descending the long, tiresome stairs just to chit-chat and kiss the hands of the wicked-eyed Fugaku, and greet the rest of the family.
He did not intend to humiliate himself, like his family did. Regardless of this, he was already humiliating himself, just by turning a blind eye to those aristocratic scums and let them walk next to his family.
He won't subject himself to that!! No he would not. No in this world and not in the next.
He turned around and finished climbing the grand stairs.
Next stop: the men's restroom.
THREE HOURS AGO IN THE UCHIHA MANOR.
" I worried for our daughter." Mikoto was brushing her hair as she said.
" May I ask why?" Fugaku asked, in seriousness, as he put on his dark tailored suit.
" If only she had been born a man."
Fugaku blinked his eyes, startled. His brown eyes opened widely. This was an unanswerable, unthinkable subject. He, like a true gentleman, tried to sound remote and indifferent towards his wife's annoying chattering. How could she think that of their daughter? Sasuke may be a pain in the butt sometimes, actually, most of the time she was one hellraiser, but she was just being herself, she was true to herself, to her morals, principles and virtues.
Sasuke, at least, was truthful to her own mind, soul and spirit.
" You see, my darling, she possesses all the qualities of a man. She is firm, reserve, independent, aloof, private, distant, antisocial, rarely smiles at us, her own flesh and blood. She is the other son you never had." As cried in sadness and disappointment, Mikoto put on her golden diamond earrings. She was still naked, only wearing an embroidered luxurious flowery black bra and panties. She was satting on the armchair as she was eager to put on the long black stockings.
Fugaku only looked att his Mikoto, dressing up. She was ravishing and stunning. His mouth, watered, his mind, frenzied, just by seeing her.
" Oh Mikoto." He said, trying to look away.
" One more thing, darling husband, she needs to find a date for Itachi's wedding.'
"Whom will she pick?" Wondered Fugaku.
" An enigma,my dear husband."
" Aren't you a little too worried about our daughter's life decisions?" Asked an apprehensive Fugaku,he continued with a stern voice : " You are too controlling over our children."
" She has no friends." Complained Mikoto as she put on her black dress, flashing him a challenging look. Her pale skin, was ethereal under the lights and her eyes, dark as the night, profound, like a fountain of coal.
He said nothing at all, because what she said was true. He noticed these very same patterns in his daughter. Aside from Sasuke, Madara, also had no friends, well, he had Izuna and Mikoto, but friends, no. Madara was a misunderstood man like Sasuke is a misunderstood young woman.
At least, Mikoto was right to be concerned about Sasuke, but she forget that her brothers are loners, too. Without attachments and companionship.
Fugaku suspected that solitude and antisocial behavior runs in the family.
" Sasuke even says to herself and to me: I have no friends. I am just repeating what she told me, in one of her tantrums of anger. In one moment, she is aloof, cold as ice, in the next, she is culminating in anger and confusion. Besides, she is not a teenager anymore. Two years from now, she will leave University to become a full-timer lawyer." Mikoto said very firmly and regal, while applying makeup.
Fugaku just agreed, nodding his head. To change the subject he said in a smile full of sweetness and gentleness, but in a commanding, austere, voice: " What about Naruto and Sakura?"
" She broke their everlasting bond. I wished Sasuke was more like Sakura. The pinkette is a nice, loving girl. Kind, gentle and cute. Smiles all the time."
" What about Itachi?" Asked Fugaku,running out of options.
" Itachi is also on the " I have no friends" list."
" But why?" Asked again, Fugaku, puzzled, as if his daughter was a hardcore riddle to be decoded.
"That is the question one should be asking." Replied Mikoto, worried. "Only time will tell."
" I do hope Sasuke tells us, one day."
" I am afraid our daughter suffers a pathological disorder, an incurable one, as a matter of fact." Stated Mikoto, in sadness, but mostly in disappointment, as if Sasuke has failed her as a daughter and Mikoto has failed as a dutiful, loving mother.
" Mikoto, give her time, give her space to grow and find herself. Let her live her life as a young woman."
" Time will crumble her like it had crumbled Madara and Izuna. Like it had shattered Obito to pieces, broken Rin Nohara, and devastated my father, Tajima, and my mother…" Snapped Mikoto, barking back at Fugaku.
" She has Itachi." Fugaku was putting on his shoes, but he would in, subtlety, dive his eyes at her form, catching a glimpse of her adjusting the dress and massaging her legs with cream.
" By the end of November, he will be a married man. Do you think Izumi wants a twisted, disturbed, emotional baggage roaming at midnight around their new beach house? I could see Izumi kick Sasuke out of the house if she starts talking to her, the same away she talks to you and I ."
" Well then, will can get her married, don't we?" Said Fugaku, trying to find solutions to their current problem: Sasuke, an twisted psycho lady.
" Whom on this earth would want to marry Sasuke? Only a suicidal and madman would want it. Who would want to be the one to dive into a marriage with the stuck-up, aloof, distant and daunting Sasuke Uchiha? Who would that man be? Whoever he may be, he must be smart, have the patience of a saint, because to put up with a psychotic, impulsive and explosive girl, full of anger, like our daughter, is not a easy mission to accomplish. I would pity the man!! I would put him on the pedestal. I would search the face of the earth, pole to pole, just to find such man!"
" Any man would want Sasuke: She comes from a wealthy, pedigree breeding stock. She is valuable on the marriage market. She will be a trophy wife." Argued Fugaku, putting on his old watch, analyzing the statistics of a prospective and lucrative marriage of his daughter.
" Who would be the poor fellow to jump in a marriage with her? I hope he is a angel in the form of an old and hideous devil."
" Mikoto, you complicate things too much. Try to keep it plain and simple."
" Fine!! At the present moment Sasuke has no one, no friends, no boyfriend. She is a deluded girl, but, I don't think we spoiled her a lot, if we had done it, she would be far more worse than Kushina's kid. But, I suppose, we did shelter her from the real world, didn't we? Now, I do know it is our fault that she lives in...a...a...reverie."
" She can become a nun."
" Oh please, the infamous daughter of Fugaku, the wicked Eye, chose to become a nun. What will we do? Dispatch her off to the Vatican City and ring the pope's doorbell and say: find a order for my crazy, savage, wild child, will you? What will the world say?"
" The hell with the world, Mikoto! You know very well that I would had become a priest if I hadn't found you, Mikoto. You are aware of this. I left my priestly and my ascetic ways for you, for us, so that we could build a family together. A life together."
Silence reigned in the room from that moment on. Heat was formed between them, around them and inside them.
Mikoto's heart melted. His, on the other hand, was on fire.
" Oh my darling, it is not the same thing. You are a man. She's a woman. It is not the same thing. It is never the same thing. " Mikoto embraced her husband, throwing herself onto his arms.
What they did not know was the fact that Sasuke was behind the door, eavesdropping the entire conversation.
Sasuke ran to her room, and cried. Her cold cries were sad. She dived into sadness. It must be very hard for them to understand her and accept her the way she was. It was indeed a fact that she had no friends,only acquaintances.
It was for her 'Me, myself and I, solo ride until I die' constant soundtrack theme in her life.
She didn't feel the need for constant affection and praise. Nor validation of the external world. She could dream and transform her dream into reality with no external help or approval.
She was self-sufficient and could rely on he own guts.
She was underestimated a lot.
She was a loner by heart, a lover of solitude. Her remoteness daunted people, even her own nuclear family became puzzled. she was a riddle in human form, a walking cliché of mysteriousness and aloofness.
What her mother said was true: Few younger men approached her to ask her number, few women befriended her during the high school years. In university, they saw her as a threat because Sasuke did not mix with the other girls. She was very womanly, but she was no beautiful girlie like Ino or sweet all the high time, like Hinata. Nor friendly, outgoing, bashful like Sakura.
Sasuke was passionate, emotive, cold, heated, dark, melancholy, moody, gloomy, apathetic, with unfathomable expressions in her eyes of coal that made her stand out in the crowded spaces and overshadow the dark corners.
She calmed herself down, just for now. The show must go on, they say. She never knew what she did wrong for the world to judge her, for her next of kin to judge her. Wondered Sasuke, dreamily, with eyes distant and sad, looking down, swollen from shedding tear. We all carried the sins of our parents and the sins of our families, thought her. - One ought to be responsible for that.
Sasuke straighten her navy blue dress, grabbed her purse, walked over the entrance of the manor, and headed over to the garage, hopping into the car, and awaiting for her family to finish up.
30 MINUTES BEFORE THE UCHIHAS' ARRIVAL AT THE PARTY.
INSIDE ITACHI'S CAR
While Itachi drived, his father was on the front seat, and Mikoto and Sasuke were at the back seats, gazing at the pass by asphalt jungle scenery.
Everyone was calm and in good spirits.
" How I wish we could all skip this nonsense." Sasuke said, all of the sudden, gloomy and sour.
Everyone blinked in astonishment. They were left speechless.
" Why is that, Sasuke?" Asked her mother, who was cautious and concerned, under her apparent tranquility that appeared to the surface. She was smiling sweetly. Sasuke wished she could smile the way her mother does.
" Hmm, I dunno know. The Namikazes are weirdos. Besides, aren't the Senju our enemies? Didn't Uncle Madara lose the mayor campaign to Hashirama."
" Madara will win this time." A determined Mikoto said.
" Hmm." Sasuke replied,then continued. " Do you really think Uncle Madara will beat Tobirama Senju? It seems the people favor the younger Senju over our uncle, mother." Defiance was in her monotone voice, devoid of any emotion,cold as a block of ice,so icy cold that her hidden, passionate flames tuned blue.
" It is just the press, they create an illusion. The media and the news are filled with Senju propaganda, Sasuke. The Senju practically own the town."
" Hmm." Sasuke silenced, breathing slowly, to contain her thunderstorms of fires and of lightings.
IMPORTANT NOTES
I think Sasuke, as a female, would not have a lot of male suitors duel to the cold and aloof exterior. I mean, most of guys like girls with similar personalities that of Ino's, Sakura's or Hinata's.
Sasuke, as a man, fits the bill for any girls to fall for him, but him, as a woman, would be considered a femme fatale, a secluded, cold hearted woman, maybe not a prima diva that chases man.
But, Sasuke, as a woman, would be considered at least a gothic, or suicidal girl, someone in the vibes as actress Eva Green in the bond movie, Casino Royale. Or, maybe Eva Green in the Three Musketeers (2023), the French version.
And I do think Tobirama would appreciate a Sasuke-female- version. For example, I can't picture him with Sakura or Hinata. I can picture him with a Mito, female Izuna, Izumi, Rin, Konan, Shizune, Mei, Kushina, Temari, Kurenai, Ino and maybe Sasuke's kid, Sarada.
But these are my opinions.
Feel free to critique and debate regarding these topics on the comments sections.
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