Reborn as...Reborn?!

Chapter 1

Thousands of people weep for their fallen Hokage, clad in black clothes. One by one, the villagers go up to the memorial and place white flowers on top of the black casket of the First Hokage, Hashirama Senju.

No one speaks, because it would be rude to interrupt the grieving people's prayers as the sky weeps for the Hokage.

The last one to go was his beloved brother, Tobirama Senju, and the wife of the late Hokage, Mito Uzumaki. 

The ghost of Hashirama watched his brother's slightly trembling hand place his white flower on his casket. Even at the funeral of his last remaining brother, Tobirama's face was controlled and unfazed by the weeping Mito. Which makes sense, because Tobirama is always serious, because the harsh life of a shinobi raised in war made him like that.

It saddens Hashirama that most of his siblings were born and forced to fight in a war, less than the age of ten, and they died before they could ever reach ten. Hashirama was no exception to this either, he'd been training for the war since he could walk, and was thrown into it at the age of five. If Hashirama could go back in time to save them, he would do it better yet...he could stop the war sooner by persuading his stubborn father.

His heart contracts in pain, if only he and his siblings weren't born in this life, they would still be here alive today. Maybe. Hashirama floats down next to his wife, Mito, placing his hands on her shoulders, but fails when they went through her. Mito jerked up and stared around with a bewildered look, just maybe it would work. Hashirama puckered up his lips. He wanted to kiss her lips one last time, hoping that she would feel them, and give her an apology for his abrupt death.

Slamming his lips on hers, but gently, he could feel her lips, then together the two had tears well up in their eyes. He moved away, right as she tried to wrap her arms around him. He didn't want to cause her any more pain of him not physically being there anymore. As expected, her arms wrapped around herself instead of another person. Tobirama curled his head towards her as if asking if she was alright.

She nods a stunned expression on her pretty face. Instead of bursting into tears again, a bright smile shines instead, throwing Tobirama off, and he questions her more. Like Mito, he jumps when Hashirama placed his hand onto the albino's shoulder, his eyes frantically scanning for intruders. He saw no one standing next to him, since Mito was standing a few feet off to the side.

Before Tobirama can disregard what just happened as imagination, Hashirama wrapped his transparent arm around his brother's neck, tugging him into a backward hug. An action only his elder brother does to him, shocking the man. Tobirama looked behind him and no one was there. He was kept in place by this unknown force. Mito watched the abnormality happen to him with knowing eyes.

Mito walked over to him once the spirit of her late husband let go of his grip on Tobirama.

"Did you feel it too, Tobirama-Kun?" she whispered, the hope shined in her eyes as if pleading for it to be true...true that her husband was still with them. "Did you feel him? My husband?"

Tobirama was surprised, and this question made him think it was indeed him. 

"He gripped me into a hug, only my foolish brother would do this," he said slowly with a sad smile. This answer confirmed something for Mito, her eyes shined in happiness. "What did he do to you?"

"He kissed me," she said with extreme sadness.

The two sat there in the dissipating rain, the sunlight breaking through the scattered clouds, creating an ethereal view of the blue sky. Hashirama smiled at them one last time before he was clouded in blue light, and he shoots up to the clouds, disappearing.