Second Childhood

Chapter 2 - Seal Gone Wrong Part Two

"Madara, you have to eat," Tobirama told the small boy. Who had for the last twenty minutes stared at the sandwiches in front of him. It had been only four hours since the seal intent, and it's only been twenty minutes, since his brother and Madara had been awake.

And already he wanted to kill Madara. But he couldn't, since he was in a body of a two year old. Madara looked at him, before looking at his food. Poking it with his finger, like he was expecting the piece of bread to bite him. Hashirama only smiled at his friend, taking a half of his lunch and taking a bite out of it. Showing his friend that there was nothing wrong with it, before handing it back.

"Don't want to," Madara muttered crossing his arms and putting his head the coffee table. Sure he usually ate what he needed, but other than that. No, he never really felt like eating. "Not hungry."

"Come on Mada, he won't let us leave until you eat," Hashirama whined looking at him from the other side. Tobirama only sighed, he could tell that this was going to be a challenge. "Please, maybe he'll let you eat one half."

"Eat your lunch and I'll give you something to read," Tobirama told him. He knew that it was bribing, but he also knew that Madara liked reading. Sure, it was about war and anything related. He was starting to think that was the only thing the raven was given.

Madara only huffed, before slowly eating his lunch. He couldn't taste it, it only tasted like ash, but it was something he needed. It had been like this since Izuna had passed, along with the rest of his family.

"See Mada, that wasn't hard," Hashirama said pulling his friend behind him before going outside. Tobirama only sighed, thinking about a book he could give to a two year old. If he could help it, neither Hashirama nor Madara were going re-grow up only worrying about war. It's what Hashirama would want. So something about history then?

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Hashirama looked at the fish in Koi pound, it wasn't like they had anything children could play with, so he was happy with watching the fish. However, Madara didn't look like he was enjoying it. Looking around he spotted a ball, someone must have lost it.

"Hey Madara have you played catch?" Hashirama asked, his friend only looked at him then at the blue ball, before shaking his head. Gently throwing it, Madara caught it and throw it back. He knew that it wasn't a hard game to catch on to. After playing catch, Tobirama came out as the sun went down and picked the two of them up.

"Put me down," Madara said trying to get out of his hold. He didn't like anyone picking him, the last one who had held him was his mother and that was he was four the first time around, before Izuna was born. "Put me down."

Tobirama only sighed as he put Hashirama down, getting a better hold of Madara. He was the younger one and he was sure that two year olds couldn't walk that far. He should've known that Madara wouldn't like it, but he just had to deal with it. Walking into the house, making sure to not drop the Uchiha in his arms, which was harder than it looked since he kept trying to get out of his grip.

"It's almost time for dinner, but the two of you need a bath," he told them, both of them smelled and he was glad his nose was any better. "So I'll make dinner, but I'll get someone to help bath the two of you."

"Who?" Hashirama asked. He didn't mind having a bath, he always loved them since it was always a time when everyone, besides his dad, would be in the same room.

"Neither mind, I'll just bath you together."

Hashirama only nodded as his brother left the room, before looking at the pale skinned boy next to him. He was pouting and he really wanted to kiss his checks. He was cute and anyone with working eyes would see that. Giggling softly to himself, he pulled the younger boy into a hug and pulled him onto his lap. He was slightly tired from the seal and the game before, so Madara had to be worse.

"What are you doing?" Madara asked keeping his head on his friend's chest. As time went he felt less angry, sad, but instead childish acceptance and joy. He sure that his speech would be affected if it wasn't for the fact that his father didn't have time for childish speech.

"Hugging you. You must be tired," Hashirama told him while running his hands through the short, thick, black hair. "However, we'll need to stay away. I'm sure brother will give us a bath awake or not."

"I'm going to die."

"I'm sure he'll get help. Mito should be coming soon, to see the village."

"I don't like her."

"Of course you don't."

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Tobirama only sighed as he finished making dinner. He wasn't really a cook, so he was seconds away from ordering take out, but that meant either leaving the two by themselves or taking them with him. Butter chicken was always easy for him to make, if Madara didn't like it, well he'll still have to eat it. Through he did make sure that he wouldn't chock on the chicken.

Walking into the living room, he saw that both Madara and Hashirama had fallen asleep at some point. Madara's head on his brother's chest, while his brother just laid on the couch, one arm over Madara's body. Sighing, he picked Madara up and the movement woke the two of them up.

Taking the sleepy raven into the kitchen, he got Itama's old high chair out and placed the two year old into it. Usually he would just get a booster seat, but Madara was smaller than most two year olds and he didn't want to risk it.

Hashirama only yawned as he sat on his booster chair. Quietly eating his dinner, while he feed Madara. He had read that children still needed help to eat until they were at least three and had more coordination. They might need a bath, but it would have to wait till the morning.