Red and Blue: A Colored Mess (Reader X Tobirama Senju)

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A/N: thank you Stranger_than_thou for some inspiration here. 😏 If you love Madara... you'll love her writing. ❤️❤️❤️

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The final box left his office on Monday afternoon. Every piece of art, every book, and every personal belonging was shipped to his new office. The Hokage had been selected, and he was starting a new chapter of his life. Y/n had a solemn look in her eyes as she passed the open doors. Every day she had to walk down the long hallway and into her office. Daily her heart was heavy that he wasn't close by.

Friday came, an entire workweek without him there to keep her mind sane. While their past had been as friends, she took solace in knowing he was close. Tobirama offered her a solid ground to stand on, so to speak. No matter the issue, she could go to him. Be it her brothers, work, or friends- he was the one she went to.

The afternoon was dragging as Y/n sat at her desk. Her phone was beside her as she typed away on her computer. Thoughts drifted to the man that had occupied her mind for the majority of her life. Especially the last few days. As he had planned, their weekend was spent together, but Monday, she had to tear herself away.

Perhaps it was the fact they finally gave into temptation that Y/n found it challenging to function. Her fingers burned with the need to text him almost every hour. They had hardly spoken throughout the week too. Every time his voice reached her ears, they would burn at remembering the things he whispered to her. He would taunt and tease her relentlessly, promising that he would be doing the same this weekend.

Giving in, Y/n picked up her phone. The asshole had saved his number as her top favorite. Pressing the call button, part of her hoped he wouldn't answer. The third ring and she could hear the smirk as he said, "Miss me that badly, Red?"

Ignoring the question, Y/n said, "I wasn't sure what the plans for this weekend were," she could hear the sound of him shuffling papers around.

The sound of the sigh made Y/n's heart clench, "There's a fucking banquet tomorrow night," the distinct sound of papers being dropped to a desk or table hit her ears. "Hashirama said I can't miss it. You could always come as my date."

Y/n stood up so she could pace her office. Tobirama heard the sound of her chair rolling as she began to step away from her desk. "You said you were going to talk to Madara," she interjected.

Y/n approached her opened door and started to close it. Tobirama's voice made her falter a moment.

Chuckling, he asked, "Still fear your brother's wrath?"

Ripping the door open roughly, Y/n stormed down the hall. Brother's wrath. She's heard those words her entire life. She was almost thirty now. An independent and self-sufficient woman. Successful and respected. Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise. And fuck Madara for thinking he could still control her.

Tobirama stood still as Hashirama entered the conference room. They were going over the information for the banquet before Y/n had called. Hashirama had stepped out, expecting it to be a short call. The heavy footsteps made Tobirama lift his head. Hashirama raised a brow as Tobirama shrugged his shoulders.

"Who is it?" Hashirama asked.

Tobirama hadn't even told his brother yet, "My date for the banquet," he smirked as his brother looked at him, confused.

Tobirama tensed when he heard Y/n's voice on the other end of the phone, "Madara," she stepped inside his open door, "I need to speak to you and Izuna."

Both Uchiha males looked up from the small table they were sitting at. Madara's office was the largest, offering the table they often used for planning of meetings. Izuna sat beside him, papers in hand. Moving the stack of documents to the table, Izuna glanced between his siblings. Madara had a sneer on his face as he looked at his sister. She was dressed in a tight and devilish dress- the color blue.