Second Childhood

Chapter 1- Seal Gone Wrong Part One

Tobirama looked at the two young children on the couch. One with a bowel cut of brown hair and the other spiky black hair. His seal worked, but not in the way he wanted it to work. Instead of doing whatever it was he originally intended, it turned out to de-age people.

"I knew there was a reason I didn't trust you," the black haired boy said, glaring at him with dark grey eyes. It would be deadly, if said person, wasn't in the body of a two year old. "You better undo this."

"Madara, calm down," Tobirama told him. He didn't have a way to undo it, not without risking their lives. While he didn't mind risking Madara's, he didn't want to kill his older brother. "You'll have to stay with me, until I find a solution."

Hashirama didn't know what to say. Since he didn't think Tobirama would so something like this, not with a war on the horizon. Neither he nor Madara would be able to help, not while he was four and Madara was two.

"What if I don't want to?" Madara said his small face going slightly red in his anger. He was the head of the Uchiha clan, he wasn't about to looked after by a Senju, not by Izuna's killer.

"The Uchiha clan can't look after you. Since I'm the one who did this," Tobirama said putting his hand over his face. His brother might have told him that he was kind as child, but to him, Madara was still the same pain in the ass. "I'll have to look after you. So act your age, so the enemy doesn't try to kidnap you."

"What are you going to tell everyone?" Hashirama asked. He knew his brother wouldn't be able to tell everyone that they were de-aged, but he had to tell them something. "You can't tell them that we're children. It'll get out and I'm sure people would come to try and kill Madara, since he can't defend himself."

"I'll have to tell them that you're missing."

"What?" Madara wasn't happy. He blamed Hashirama, he really did. If the idiot didn't drag him out to the woods, he would still be in his twenties. He wouldn't have go through his teens again, the only bright was that he still had his memories.

"The only ones who know are the Senju and Uchiha elders," Tobirama continued like Madara never spoke. Hashirama only sighed at his friend and brother, before pulling Madara into a hug. It helped that his friend was shorter than he was. "So I've got clothes, but you'll have to get changed yourself."

Hashirama looked at the large shirt Madara was wearing, a dark purple with a high collar, at the moment it looked like a dress on him. He knew that he wasn't much better, but he still had his old clothes, so he was able to get changed as soon as he woke up.

"I'll help him," Hashirama said taking the kimono and sash from his brother, before taking Madara's hand and leading him to the closet bathroom. He would let his friend do it himself, but at two, he doubted he would be able to.

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"Stay still," Hashirama told Madara as he put the dark blue kimono over his shoulders. He didn't want his brother and his friend to fight, but had forgotten how annoying kimono's were to put on, even on someone else. "This is hard enough without you moving."

Madara only looked at his friend and allowed him to put the kimono and sash on him. He wasn't happy, he was never happy. But at the moment he was downright annoyed. Now he wouldn't protect his clan from the Senju, he couldn't protect himself.

"People are going to want to pinch your cheeks."

"What?" Madara asked raising an eyebrow. Want to pinch his checks? Why would anyone want to pinch anyone's checks?

"If you keep frowning, they are going to want to make you smile," Hashirama told him rolling his eyes, he wanted to and he wasn't even that old. So he was sure that both mothers and grandparents will try to make his friend smile, thinking that he was just a small child. "I know I want to. I'm sure Tobi will look for a way to turn us back, but we'll have to put up with it."

Madara only puffed his checks out and glared when Hashirama poked him. His friend only smiled at him, before taking his hand and walking back to the living room, where Tobirama was putting out lunch.