I’ve got this soulmate idea of Sasuke going back in time to the founders era and it turns out his soulmates are Madara and Tobirama. Idk how he gets there exactly. Some kind of Kaguya/Rinnegon fuckery I guess.
Anyway, he gets there before Tobirama kills Izuna and somehow they figure out he’s from the future. He decides to just wholesale bullshit about how close the Uchiha and Senju clans become once the village is founded.
And everyone kind of just believes him because, yeah ok, he’s the soulmate of Madara and Tobirama both, of course that would bring the clans together.
So life progresses with Sasuke slowly getting to know and love Tobirama and Madara separately, and then together as the months and years start rolling by.
Skip forward a while and Madara and Tobirama finally start to get along. Finally begin to trust and genuinely care for one another, in addition to the love and trust they’d began to build for Sasuke. The village ends up becoming pretty close-knit, too.
Sasuke’s little white lies have all come true. The senju and uchiha are so close they become even more of a legend than in his time. Renown throughout the shinobi world as twin sides of one very, very sharp blade.
Sasuke keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, of course. Spends countless sleepless nights waiting for something to tear this peace out of his tightly clenched fists.
Until he finally starts to relax. Realizes that maybe this really is it; maybe he can finally rest. He’ll die of old age before he ever sees his family again. Long gone before his mother and father are even born. Before Kakashi and Sakura and Naruto. Before Itachi.
But he comes to terms with that surprisingly fast. They’ll be born into a village of peace, after all. A village without harrowing internal conflicts. A village that never toes the line of civil war. Yeah, he can live with that.
And then the hallucinations start.
He starts hearing voices, at first just on the edge of intelligibility. He can’t quite make them out, but he knows they sound desperate. Sound desperate, then resigned.
His soulmates comfort him. Tobirama and Madara hold him gently, warm and affectionate when the hallucinations become too much for him to handle alone. When they make him shake and shudder, gagging with some unknown dread.
They get worse. Splitting headaches when the voices start to get louder and angrier. Shadows flitting across his peripheral vision. The voices beg, then demand, screaming that he needs to come back to them. That he needs to wake up.
Then the voices get hopeful. Then excited.
Sasuke begins to feels afraid. For once in his life, he has something wonderful. Love that seems almost unconditional. A home that is at peace with itself, with him. Soulmates, wonderful soulmates that have just begun to love eachother. A tangle of open and healing hearts.
Tobirama, who is so brilliant it amazes Sasuke. With his quick wit and slow smile. Always a soft word and concerned glance at the ready. Warm eyes for Madara and Sasuke, when everyone else seems to expect cold glares.
Madara, so devoted it takes Sasuke’s breath away. Who laughs at Sasuke’s dumb puns and brings food when Tobirama gets too distracted by this or that new jutsu. Who loves so deeply, even Tobirama is a bit humbled.
Sasuke loves where he is now. Needs it. If this is a dream, than he doesn’t want to wake up.
He does anyway.
The first thing he sees is the inside of some kind of tank. He lifts a frail, skeletal hand, weakly pushing out against the shadows he can see moving in front of him. The wall of his prison is soft and feels organic.
His prison tears opens with a wet rip and he falls suddenly forward. He is caught and bundled into a blanket. Relieved faces surround him. He feels like he should know these people, but he doesn’t. He is confused. He wants Tobirama and Madara. They’ll know what’s going on.
He’d ended up in one of the god tree pods, he is told by one of these cheerful strangers. The war was over, had been won years priar. They’d been able to free everyone but Sasuke from the eternal tsukoyomi.
They tell Sasuke that he’d been unconsciously using the rinnegon to keep himself in an illusion.
He was being slowly consumed by the pod, they told him. He was lucky they’d gotten him out when they had, they said.
Sasuke didn’t feel lucky. He didnt want to be here. A world without peace. A world without love. A world without soulmates, he suddenly remembers. Without his soulmates.
The soulmates that were never his, never real because there was no such thing. Just illusions. Just his own personal paradise. And now he was back in hell.
Oh god, he wanted out. Oh god.
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