Tobirama takes a deep breath, her hair in a bun, and prepares to confront Madara. Her heart pounds against her rib cage as if trying to break through the bones. She puts on a pale blue kimono with a white ombre and has her clone help her get dressed. Tobirama has this all planned out. Her clone is in her male disguise, and he will introduce her to Madara, yet she worries about her sons. They know of their father, not who their father is; they know about the wars of the clans. Tobirama cried as she told them why she hid them from the families. They'd kill them and her, or they'd kill her and use them as tools of war.
Masumi held his mother's hands that night and said, "We will never hold this against you, mother. You wanted to protect us, all of us." She dried her eyes and smiled that god had blessed her with four wonderful sons. Smiling softly, Tobirama opens her eyes and smiles; memories are beautiful things. She walks with her clone, her face is clear, and her signature marks have all been washed away from the hot bath. As she walks, she gets many looks, though she can understand. She hears them utter her long-forgotten name, "The Ivory Wraith," they whisper. She walks closer to her clone, her head lowered. "She's so beautiful." whispered a tired young man. "So legends were true!" a little girl smiles. They walk into the Hokage manner, walking up the staircase steps; they can hear Izuna whining, "Mada-nii, take a break already! You haven't properly slept in ages!" the door opens. Izuna goes quiet; Madara takes notice of the younger Uchiha's silence and looks up. "Any lu-" Madara's tongue felt too thick; Tobirama had moved to the side and looked up with a tender, sad smile. "It's nice to see you again, Madara-sama."
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FanfictionThe prince of ice isn't who he is, the woman of moonlight isn't who she is, but once the war ended, Tobirama is free from her false images. Madara is clueless that his lover is Tobirama Hashirama is clueless that his best friend's lover is his sis...
