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~Niyo's POV~
"So, what's our alias and plan?" I asked Tobirama as we exited the village through the southern gates. Hashirama-sama left that part of the mission to his brother and I assumed it logically better since he knew where we were going and what kind of people we would be encountering.
"You can stick by your name, mine could be-"
"Tobio!" I suggested excitedly, not even stopping myself to think that this was way out of character for me. "Ahem, I mean, it would be easy to remember."
"I agree." I knew he was looked back at me from the corner of his eyes. I was walking behind, we concurred on this formation. "We are farmers and have been married for just two years. We have some lands east of where we are going and we make a humble living for just the two of us." This concluded our alias.
"Don't take it the wrong way, but why just the two of us?" At this Tobirama stopped and raised his eyebrow turning back, his question visible on his face. "I don't think you know but when women are married, they are expected to conceive and spawn within the same year. Well most of the times. So if we have been married for two years, where are the babies?" He stared in my eyes then turned around and resumed walking.
"You can make up something."
"Hmm..." I thought out loud. "Well, let's say I haven't been able to conceive and you hate me for it. That can validate the numerous scars I have." At this he stopped again.
"Do I look like that sort of man?" I sighed.
"It's just to make the lie believable. I did warn you to not take it the wrong way." I closed my eyes and started my walk, thinking he must have too after my answer but when my nose went straight in his back, I stopped and looked up at the white haired man. Once again, he turned around but this time, his eyes were way more serious than just moments ago.
Tobirama took a hold of my upper arms in a light grip and made sure he had my attention. His voice was just above a whisper. "But do I?" I was surprised at this question. It reminded me of how I had asked Hashirama-sama question after question until I was sure I was free from my clan's bad reputation. His question was the same. He needed an answer. When I didn't respond, he let go of me and mumbled a sorry before lowering his head and walking ahead.
I stared at his back, stuck where I stood. He asked me that question, me of all people and I felt obligated to answer him, not to make him feel better but to free him from the weight this brooding would cause. I very well knew that weight.
"Well you do look strict and sort of short-tempered." I said, walking to match my pace with Tobirama's. I patted his shoulder and bent my head so I could look up at him while walking. Smiling, I continued, "but you have been very kind and patient with me, not to mention helpful and humble. So screw people who would judge you for how you look, they don't know you. And since I know you, somewhat, I would say you are a very good man."
The first time Tobirama ever met me, I had stared him down and been extremely distant, so now, me saying such a thing must have caught him off guard but not as off guard as me when he smiled out of the blue and it was, I have to admit, beautiful to watch. His hair were white and his skin was fair, he looked like the moon and that smile created a glow that made him a worthy imitation of the celestial body.
I averted my eyes quickly and fell behind a few paces to stop myself from thinking such things but I made the mistake of looking up and at Tobirama's back which he had squared up after my response to his question.
The mission was to go undercover for the client in a non-ninja village south of Konoha. It was a day's walk. The village despised ninjas and their very existence but some mysterious occurrence had the leader of that village hire shinobi. He specifically asked for the cover of a married couple so we could roam around freely and mingle with the locals but told us to drop our real names and to even dress up accordingly with our cover, which was farmers.
I was alright with what I was wearing, the loose kimono top with a belt and loose trousers; I like loose clothing when there was no training to do. Tobirama on the other hand... when I thought it was a mistake to look at him, I couldn't have been right-er. He was wearing a jinbei but with longer pants, his hair were all messy without his headband and from the constant wild air of the path we were walking. All the times I had seen him, he was either in his armour or snug shirts and while those were really good looks, this was a completely different kind of a turn on.
OK STOP YOU TREACHEROUS THOUGHTS!
The path was still long and I didn't know how long I would have to look at Tobirama's back and how long I would have to control my head from betraying me with such thoughts, so I increased my pace and decided to wake side by side with the Senju so my eyes would focus on the path ahead and not his broad shoulders and straight back and...
Darn it... I was doing it again!
I didn't know what caused me to think such things but I had a good guess that maybe it had something to do with what I had talked to about with Hashirama-sama and bacchan. My only wish was for this mission to quickly be done so matters of the aforementioned 'talk' could be brought into light and be made to progress.
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