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readerinsertfanfiction · 2 years

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The Reason

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOBIONE @senju-sekhmet TUMBLR PLAYED SUPER DUPER NOT NICE SO NOW I LOST THE ORIGINAL MESSAGE, BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. ANYWAY, YOU ARE GETTING OLD OR SHOULD I SAY ANCIENT? I HOPE YOU WOKE UP WITH A SUPER WRINKLY ASS TO MATCH THE OLD GRUMPY SOUL YOU ARE. FLEX THOSE MUSCLES AND ARM WRESTLE YOUR BOSS DOWN. LAUGH LOTS, DRINK EVEN MORE (water) AND EAT UNTIL YOU BURST.

Remember that one Tobirama series I mentioned like years ago (during lockdown #1 even, I think) Well, my idea was to release it on your birthday, but then I still haven’t finished it so instead you get a one-shot version of Tobirama’s pov, because we still gotta feed the simps, no?

I HOPE TODAY IS A SUPER SPECIAL DAY FOR YOU. WE NEED TO PICK A NEW DATE SO THAT YOU CAN GET YOU //ACTUAL// BIRTHDAY PRESENTS AND I CAN WATCH YOUR FACE AS YOU UNPACK THEM. FUCK COVID. Be sure to include me in your will and give me 10 cm of your height, please. 🥺🥺🥺 I swear I will write you all of the proper cheesy notes that you want if you do.

Fandom: Naruto

Character: Tobirama Senju

Prompt: See nove above

Warnings: mentions of violence and war, mentions of character death

Words: +2k

“You are the enemy.” It wasn’t much of an observation, it was a statement. One made in disgrudgement when a figure immediately tended to the wounds he had sustained. The fight was still going on, the cries of war filling ear and mind and the agitation of the earlier struggle Tobirama had barely managed to kill before it took him was still fresh in body and blood. The body still fresh next to him, the eyes still open where the hate had faded into an emptiness of escaped life. It had exhausted Tobirama, after the wave of enemies constantly pelting over him, one after one, in groups and in pairs, sometimes cockily alone. Surrounding him was a slaughter field, but he was alone, wounded and cut and finally able to catch a breath which he did in the soil drenched by blood of which the mud stained red instead.

It was the lack of killer’s instinct that had allowed the medic to come so close to him, Tobirama reasoned, not quite believing himself to be so far gone yet not to notice anyone slip by so closely. The colours of the clothes, the clan symbol proudly placed at all acupunctural ends. The same ones that surrounded him and belonged to the last one Tobirama had struck down and whose eyes hadn’t even closed yet before the soul departed. He tried to summon the energy to attack, to strike once more, to prove to all that the stories told and the legends that came off the battlefields were more than just tales.

The gentle press of a hand against his leg, a stab wound that had fractured the bone there and which he had worried by stubbornly pushing himself forth, is what stilled Tobirama from whatever attack he had in mind.

“You are wounded.” The statement made his eyes roll, a groan following after when pressure was applied to his leg and then forcefully pulled straight before a shock of chakra shook his body. He could feel the bones snapping together, the veins forcing themselves back into place and the skin reforming itself. Any response to the asinine remark faded to the back of his mind with the pain that flashed across his eyes.

“You are the enemy,” he stated once more, as if that would shake his helper back into reality. It came as a low gasp, the sound of fabric tearing before something burning was pressed against his wound and the smell of alcohol followed after.

He hadn’t missed the glare set over him, or directed at the symbol pressed upon his attire. The Senju clan, beloved and hated, were hard to miss and known by all, and Tobirama knew that his appearance was much the same. Recognisable and revered as much as it was avoided.

“And?” The question followed, as if daring the man to say what he was thinking, telling him to get straight to the point already. And, as if he had asked the stupidest question possible. And, as if helping him was the most natural thing in the world. Like the war didn’t exist that split their sides apart, as if the bodies of the former comrades didn’t litter the field in which Tobirama found himself.

“You should want me dead.” He resigned, knowing that if so willed he would have died a thousand times over already, if possible. The chakra that had coursed through him to heal could as easily have poisoned him further, or wrecked all of his innards until he was a mash of meat inside and out with none the wiser until a headcount was made.

A sniff followed, not one of lament, but of heavy disapproval. Of the type that wordlessly scolded Tobirama with words others rarely dared to use on him, for he would make them eat them in the same breath.

“If you want to die, do it out of my sight,” the remark was snubbed at him as Tobirama wondered when he had ever allowed anyone to abuse him as such, let alone an enemy. The feeling of a makeshift splint against his leg and another thrust of chakra forced through his system distracted him, the whisper of, “now you are my patient,” barely heard before the figure disappeared once more, leaving him alone in the field where the mud stained him red instead and the bodies of people who were also siblings, or parents, or someone's beloved.

“An alliance?”

It was the first fact he was confronted with after the battle had ended, but the war hadn’t and as was common in turbulent times bonds were forged through fire and blood.

“Yes,” his brother had responded, a smile lingering on his lips as if the war had ended, though whether they had gotten closer or further from this goal was yet to be seen. Where Hashirama held hope, Tobirama was apprehensive, cautious where his brother could not be in his endless optimism and belief in humanity.

An alliance. On paper it sounded so easy; an association with mutual benefit. How beautifully idealistic that sounded. Tobirama knew the truth of the alliance, however. He knew that the parties weren’t equal to each other, as ideally expected. He knew that the other side had begrudgingly agreed to this because the Senju were victorious in battle. He knew that the true choice was a farce, or the total annihilation of their clan, for the next battle would be their end, more gruesome than this in which they had already lost so many too easily.

It was a survival method, and somewhere Tobirama wondered if there was any regret in saving him, for his survival had been part of the reason why the ‘alliance’ was a fact, for he was half the fear and part of the strength that put the Senju above the rest. A thought that kept nagging at him when the clans came together, the familiar colours and the accompanying symbol filling his vision, this time alive and upright with flickers of memories of that empty gaze that had once filled with hate, followed by that glare when that shock of chakra saved his life that was the reason theirs was lost.

Somewhere, amongst the crowd, that familiar flicker of chakra could be sensed. Too intimately known now to be ignored, and he knew that he had been recognised just the same, too unfamiliar to the rest of the members, uniquely Senju.

“So we meet again,” he had said, trying to be cool in his approach. It was to be expected from him as a Senju, and neither did he want to disrespect their new allies by seeming too overtly warm. He wasn’t the man his brother was, but neither so full of hostility that he couldn’t overcome a past conflict in what was a daily occurrence within their world.

“Dying becomes increasingly harder,” came the even cooler response. It earned the sliver of a smile from Tobirama, whose head bowed in reverence. He knew then that there was no regret, even if it mystified him on the reason why.

The question “why,” came much later, when he felt a little more comfortable being amicable and to discuss morals and beliefs. By then there was a suspicion. Observation had made it easier for him to formulate a why based on what he had seen and what he had experienced so far, but true to his conduct the man was never satisfied with a mere assumption. The hypothesis had to be tested and so he presented the question, ready for whatever adjustments he had to make to the answers in his mind.

“Because,” the answer started matter-of-factly, as if it was no mere answer but an established fact of the world, “no one wants to die.” The answer is so simply given, Tobirama frowns at it even, wondering if there is nothing profound behind it, why there isn’t more coming, but the giver seems content and he is unable to pull out more.

“That’s all?” he manages to get past his lips, the dissatisfaction clear in his voice as a shrug is given and clear eyes stare into his, the genuineness of the simple answer amplified as gazes struck.

“That is all.”

It is an answer that bothers him for a while. Used to pandering for so many reasons and justifications until there is a solid wall, not to a single rope on which it all hangs. It made sense, in a way. It didn’t have to be complicated, he knew that. The people who fought on the field were all children, parents, partners, or siblings. They were all someone with a name like he did. Yet, it seemed to pale so in contrast to their greater goal, or supposed greater goal of peace. For in the end, it did seem rather counter productive to fight so much when the aim was to stop.

Tobirama still felt no satisfaction in that reasoning, his mood growing worse as he pondered it over. His mind flitting over more, his eyes zoned in on a particular figure, his thoughts going into one certain direction and person until it was too late and he realised how deep he had gotten.

“Tell,” Hashirama had encouraged him, that knowing smile following that Tobirama admired his brother for but also hated at the same time, for when it was directed at him it made him feel small, it made him feel helpless and Tobirama Senju was anything but helpless.

“Tell you what? There is nothing you need to know,” he had grunted, and internally he winced at how much like a boy he sounded right there as his brother’s smile grew wider, as if having trapped the man who prided himself so much in trapping others with his cunning.

“Not me, I know already!” The man had the nerve to exclaim, and Tobirama would have throttled his brother if he wasn’t aware that it would be a losing fight against Hashirama, for the man never held back even when it was a sparring session, “tell the one you have been eyeing,” he finished boldly, ignoring the fire that the younger Senju was so near to spitting even if it went against his nature.

As all knowing as his brother liked to act Hashirama failed to warn Tobirama of the cruelty of time. Always too fast, unpromptedly too soon. Never enough and slipping past and there he was, the scene reversed from the first meeting. He came in, blood at his hands, but it wasn’t his. It wasn’t his and neither was the field his. He had come to scout and there he found what he thought was perhaps the one scene he had never thought of.

“Why didn’t you help yourself?” he asks, but the smile he is given tells him all. The strength was gone and the wound too deep, “no one wants to die,” he gives the simple reason he was given. The one that had him in agony for its simplicity that now meant the world. They held all of the hope and all of his prayers as a shaking breath brushed past his chin.

It was a coward’s move, to attack a medical-nin in action, but there were no laws that applied in battle and none who had to respect life, or the lives of those who preserved it. Tobirama knew and he begrudged the simplicity of this fact and the simplicity of the reason behind.

“And I don’t.” The answer is returned, a weak whisper that contrasts against the fading life in his arms, “I want to live,” a choke, and tears that follow. There was nothing he could do to help, no matter the amount of chakra poured. Tobirama knew that, but tried nonetheless, his expression turning into a painful grimace uncharacteristic for him on the battlefield, but the battle was over and now it was just a field with empty eyes and lost identities where he shared the breath with one.

“And you will, you will,” he promises, over and over, even if he doesn’t quite believe it himself. Even if he has a hard time believing so himself.

It is little wonder and Tobirama thanks himself for being so fast, for being like the flash, for it was all that had helped. The mere matter of seconds within the time that had preserved a life, even if barely, even when it was thinner than the thread of reason he had been given as a reason.

“Survive,” Tobirama whispered, as if giving out a command before turning his back, knowing that something else he could do instead of waiting for a wish to be fulfilled.

“A pact?” the question rises, and Tobirama holds himself firm, knowing that he would have to stand strong to push this through, “it is nice in theory to protect medical-nin, but is it executable?,” the expected counter came. One worry that was doubtless to come and unavoidable, for even medics were trained to kill, and to fight.

“Those that wish for protection under this pact must make a vow,” Tobirama explains, unfolding the next part of the plan he had in mind to protect a reason hanging on no more firmly than by a thread, but which was strong enough to carry a conviction allowing him to stand here today, “those that attack first break the vow, and break away from the pact protecting them,” he continues to reason, and continues to argue the idea he has set forth to realise, the opposition great, the idea met as outlandish, but ultimately supported by those who matter the most.

“For me?” the question rings, and Tobirama is only all too relieved that his own fears didn’t turn into reality as he responds with a nod and a deep exhale of his breath.

A simple symbol of a cross, stitched on a vest, visible for all and obvious from far, yet leaving room to proudly symbolise the clan itself. The results of his labour, a simple system born to preserve a thought that had nearly broken his mind for its rawness. Still honouring the damned pride one held for their roots, yet allowing all who they had allied themselves with an additional promise to honour in battle. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.

“Yes, for you,” he replies, no longer avoiding to express himself like his brother had encouraged, and in the back of his mind he still sees that knowing smile he hopes to wipe off Hashirama’s face one day.

“Do you know where you are?” a familiar voice questions him, the room is white and Tobirama isn’t sure how much time has passed. The glaring light is just a tad too bright, too low for it to be twilight, too white for it to be natural. The last memories of a battle drift upwards, before it is all swallowed by a big dark black hole before he realises that the noise surrounding him, the bleeping and the beeping, are in no way the screams and the groans he is used to mixed in with the stifling despair and killer instinct to the boot.

“Konoha?” he asks, when he finally pushes himself up, wondering if he somehow had found himself in heaven, if he had died. He didn’t recall ever saying goodbye to his previous life, or wherever he had come from to end up here that was so unlike his place.

A set of familiar eyes, kinder than the first time he had met them when he was injured. On the jacket he recognised the name, the face all the same, but the hair cut in a different way, a way uncommon for any clan he knew, or region even. Familiar, yet unfamiliar, intimate yet a stranger far away. Tobirama wasn’t sure what to make of it as a smile was sent into his direction.

“Almost, but not quite,” he was told before his name was asked and he responded, earning a frown, a deep look of thought he recognised from exchanges from before that now only seemed to be a distant memory in this strange bed in which he found himself.

“Tobirama Senju, huh? A deity amongst us,” the jest was made, confusing the man even more before a laugh tittered within his ears, a laugh that told him that the hardships he had known, the death and decay and the feel of mud staining red were a thing of the past, before the smile grew wider, as if there was nothing to hide and conceal, as if caution wasn’t a default.

“When you feel up to, check the hospital gallery, you will see,” he was informed, an encouragement to quicken his healing process.

There on the wall a mention was made of the pact he had created, now an accomplishment of the past and the first step of something greater.

“Pretty amazing for your namesake, huh?” The casual way in which Tobirama was addressed, the realisation that time had changed in such a way that rigid structures of ranks and fame or infamy didn’t matter much in how one was approached and spoken to, startled the man still, yet welcomed all the same. It helped him distinguish between his own time and that of now, or what was to him the future.

It amused him that the realisation hadn’t sunk in that he was the same man prided on the wall. Though he couldn’t fault it for happening either. He wouldn’t have believed it himself either if it hadn’t happened to him.

“What was his motivation, I wonder,” he muses, the answer already known, but he wonders if the answer is still known, or if it was ever known at all. Had he been expressive enough? Had he communicated it enough?

The answer came soon, coming from the face and voice that had started it all;

“Must have been love.”

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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The reason Akiko no longer likes to wear her blue Uchiha garments is because Madara prefers to wear that colour 🥺

I like this game. Your support of OC creators and fanfic is wonderful, thank you so much 😊💖 -senju-sekhmet

Oh and they cant wear the same? :c (but tbf it looks good on madara what can i say)

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Tsuki wears the mask like Kakashi does not because she needs it (he has a reather sensitive nose in my hc) but because she just adores her father so much that she wants to copy it (at least as a young child). later it is also a thing for her to assert that she is in fact his daughter, adopted or not.

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also thank you so much <3 idk how i got that role but i gladly accept it because ocs are great

#ask things #oc: hatake tsuki #i only strated oc posting because of jules - uchihashisuii and their oc akari #otherwise this blog wouldnt even exist in the first place lmao

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powerofrice · 2 years

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How nice to see these two posting back to back

Anyways,,, it's too early for lab, what if I listened to the wrong lung lobe,,

#kuramakakashi #senju-sekhmet

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kokodrawings · 3 years

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Commission for the lovely @senju-sekhmet: Tobirama Senju and Akiko Uchiha, her awesome OC.

Thank you so much for your commission!! 💖

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If you’re interested, you can check out the commission sheet here ^^

#Tobirama Senju #original character #oc #naruto #naruto fanart #naruto shippuden #commission #artists on tumblr #koko draws

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avversiera-writes · 3 years

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touch your heart [senju tobirama/you] - prologue + chapter 1

Summary: Hashirama might go down as the worst matchmaker in history, but he thinks he might be on to something. Tobirama sees through his brother's schemes and is determined not to fall for it. Or fall for you.

Word Count: 5k-ish

A/N: Yoooo sorry for taking this long to post it LMAOOO anyways, this work is available on AO3 with 12 chapters in, so if you want to read away!

also dedicating this post to @senju-sekhmet you’re the best, and happy belated XD

AO3 LINK FOR TOUCH YOUR HEART

LINK FOR THE REST OF THE SERIES

[PROLOGUE]

Thank you.

Those two words are what Tobirama’s mother seemed to tell his father all the time. She looked grateful saying it too. Too grateful to the point that she is cooped up in the Senju compound all the time, with nowhere to go. Tobirama was a smart kid–too smart for his own good–and he saw that the last place she wants to be was here, with family and raising children in this godforsaken war zone.

His mother said that was how she met his father, and how she fell in love with him, by the words of gratefulness, but Tobirama is a smart kid. He knew nothing of love, but he could tell that his mother did not love his father. She mistook feelings of gratitude as feelings of love.

His mother has a cold face, but she was gentle and fierce and was a great story-teller. She told stories of the great mountains and rivers that she has seen before everything fell into disarray. His mother loved art, books, and knowledge. She always encouraged Tobirama and his brothers to pursue their own curiosities beyond war.

Tobirama always took that to heart. Sure, his body and his mind are well-suited for battle but his interests lie elsewhere. He loves to explore, to discover, to observe and to experiment to prove something foreign to him. He loves to break down something to its smallest detail and build it back up to make something new. He wants to create.

Thank you.

Those were two words that were too much for his mother to bear all her life. It weighed on her. It chained her down.

Thank you.

Those were her last words to Tobirama.

Thank you, for being my son, for letting me be your mother.

Those were two words that stuck to him like a curse. They were binding, until the bitter end.

[PART ONE, CHAPTER ONE]

The first time Tobirama sees you, he immediately forms the opinion that you are too loud. Loud, in a sense that everything that passes by you, has to pay attention to you. Loud, in a sense that, when you speak, everyone has to hang by your every word. You are too loud, and he immediately concludes that you will not last long in a battle because you seem like an easy target. It is not like him to make fast conclusions without further observation, but you are just so loud that he wants to immediately shut down his senses.

So loud in fact, that even among the crowd, Tobirama cannot help but look your way and be wary of your presence.

Contrary to what he thinks, you are not that much of a blabbermouth nor a person who speaks aimlessly, but he does not know you yet. He has not even had a chance to look you straight in the face.

Today, he finds you standing by an umbrella stand, where a dozen colorful and detailed parasols are opened as a display to passerbys. You are in your casual kimono, and because it is spring, there are lovely pink cherry blossoms etched on your left sleeve, spreading towards your chest. Your obi cinches your waist and holds your sword by your side, so that it is easy to rest your hand on top of the hilt. Your hair is held back from your face with a simple hairpiece, and a festival fox mask hangs on the side of your head.

Tobirama stares, not having anything else to look at.

Hashirama and Madara are also walking around, greeting the citizens of Konoha, and holding children up in the air. Hashirama’s young sons follow closely behind, playfully roughhousing each other and anyone who happens to get in their way.

Hashirama notices his brother, glaring at a distant point and decides to step in lest Tobirama accidentally offends someone. He knows that his brother does not mean to glower at times. It’s just his eyes are a bit sensitive to the sun.

At least, that is the reason, most of the time.

Tobirama immediately looks away from you, but Hashirama already saw who he was looking at. He gives Tobirama a curious smile.

“What?” Tobirama deadpans.

“You should go talk to her,” Hashirama suggests. “You seem interested.”

Tobirama folds his arms. “No.”

Hashirama opens his mouth to add another thing, but Tobirama beats him to it.

“Brother, I said no,” Tobirama affirms, and that was that.

Hashirama sighs, and pouts a little. “She’s nice!”

Tobirama fakes a cough, making sure to spit out the words idiot clearly, and he crosses his arms. “You think everyone is nice.”

“Well, innocent until proven guilty, as they say!”

Tobirama glances back at you, and finds that he can easily track you.

“With all due respect, elder brother, that is a very naive statement coming from you.”

Tobirama has heard of you and he stops himself from telling Hashirama that, and instead lets him point out that you were one of the newly ranked jounins and that you specialize in kenjutsu. You also have been spending your free time teaching some of the older genins the basics of close range fighting and defense.

As the Hokage, Hashirama is more than happy to get to know those who are rising to the ranks and especially those who are gifted. It means that their Academy is working, even though it hasn’t been very long since it was established. You were one of those people from a clan who are already shinobi, but had to be evaluated in order to determine your rank and the Shodaime Hokage saw how skillful you are, despite not being the most powerful user of ninjutsu. He wants Konoha to have dependable teachers who will pass on useful skills and knowledge to whoever wants to learn.

You start to walk away from the umbrella stand, when suddenly a bunch of kids and teenagers rush towards you. Tobirama sees some young students in the group that he had picked himself. Hiruzen stands out among the rest, loud and rambunctious, while Danzo follows closely behind like a shadow, but as obtrusive.

“Sensei! You should join the sparring competition later! They have bokkens, you’re good with bokkens!”

You laugh, and try to back out before the others start to make your decision. “I think I will pass!”

“Aww, no!”

Tobirama watches the commotion, and then you look towards him. He freezes, as you smile at him and continue to wave him forward. Tobirama glares, because you are still waving at him but he does not know you so obviously he is not going to wave back, but suddenly Madara passes by him and Tobirama almost feels embarrassed.

Almost. He checks himself.

The wave was not meant for him.

He glimpses Madara give a small wave, and this makes him pause.

Madara waves? Tobirama almost scoffs at this, but he must keep his public appearance.

You smile warmly, and introduce Madara to the younger children who were starting to cower a little because of his serious and glum expression. Tobirama watches as you slip your arm through Madara’s arm like you have done it many times. Tobirama’s students look at each other, but they do not harbor any bad sentiments toward the Uchiha clan leader. Some of them even crack a smile at the younger children’s reactions. Madara can be a little intimidating at first, if you do not know him.

Then, you say something to the kids, earning a laugh from them and a small, tight-lipped smile from Madara.

Tobirama notices that the edges of Madara’s eyes have softened, something he only does around Hashirama.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get introduced to her? She is a very warm person,” Hashirama asks. “She’s also very smart and I think you’d benefit from her insights.”

Tobirama watches her say her goodbyes and pat a few children’s heads, and walk away. “I’m fine.”

Hashirama looks at Tobirama, doubt painted across his face, but he lets it go.

For now.

You stand in front of the Hokage, waiting for him to speak. You have been called early in the morning to meet with him, and you have been there for a few minutes, standing awkwardly. You are not sure whether to start some small talk since the Shodaime is busy peering over a few scrolls. Usually, whenever you see him, the Hokage is pretty chatty and offers a lot of kind words. He also seems to talk a lot about his younger brother to you, bragging about him and his accomplishments, and underwhelmingly explaining his personality, which you find strange.

It makes you think that there’s something off about Tobirama.

The door behind you opens and you step to the side to make a wide berth for the incoming person, even though there is enough room for at least a few more people to stand there. Tobirama walks in, his face sporting deep eyebags, but his eyes are hard and alert. You look him over, and your eyes go to his rough hands, where there are dried ink stains on his pale skin. His veins protrude out, blue and green rivers criss-crossing over his hands and up his arms. You see hints of faded scars on his skin, but in this light, his pale skin makes up for the blemishes.

“Brother,” Tobirama greets, although it sounds more like he is about to scold his elder brother.

Hashirama smiles and he motions for you to step closer.

You do, and you feel Tobirama’s eyes track you. You immediately look up and you catch his gaze, which makes him look away.

“I have a task for the two of you,” Hashirama casually brings up. He looks strangely cheerful. Like he has a step by step plan that went exactly as he wanted.

You look at the Hokage, all ears. And curious as to why he is acting this way.

“It has come to my attention that while we are training the next generation to be good shinobis, I do not think that we have a proper and standard curriculum,” Hashirama begins.

Tobirama’s head snaps upright at this. “Brother, what do you mean?”

He sounds almost angry, and well, if you were the creator of the education system in the village you built and someone had found flaws in it, you would be too.

“I think that there should be specific learning materials for each year before graduating to a genin, and so on,” Hashirama elaborates some more. “The two of you are to come up with these materials, and I want you to include other aspects that are not just related to being a shinobi. I want the next generation to not only be bred for war, but to have dispositions in other areas.”

Hashirama stands up and he places his palms on his desk. “Tobirama, you know this. You want to expand our village, I think this is a good step to make that happen.”

Tobirama looks at his brother with narrowed, suspicious eyes. He is not an idiot. He knows this is some set up, otherwise, why would his brother call you earlier than him? Why would his brother need you for this? These are the types of things he can accomplish on his own, so why are you here?

“I understand. Then, I think it is time for that to happen. We are at peace, after all.”

You slowly raise your hand. You notice that Tobirama does not even glance at you, and you want to laugh. You have heard a few things about Senju Tobirama from his own brother, and while it does not surprise you that he has a prickly attitude, it is another thing to see it upfront. It does not intimidate you, rather, it makes you want to see more of his reactions. He reminds you of the shy children that you have met in the Academy.

You just need to push the right buttons.

“If I may, Lord Hokage,” you start.

Hashirama nods for you to continue.

“With all due respect, what qualifications did I have to help Lord Tobirama with this new project?”

You swear you saw Tobirama’s eye twitch from the way you said his title. You hide your smirk by biting the side of your cheek.

Hashirama lets out a small chuckle, in which he earns a glare from his younger brother.

“I have heard about your dedication in teaching the children when you have the time, and since you insisted that you do not want to be a jounin sensei yet, like my brother is, I think it is a good idea for you to keep your head busy. Besides, I have heard you are quite the quick learner. You will find that my brother here is a very good teacher and can offer guidance well, if you can look past his mean demeanor.”

Tobirama opens his mouth to snap at his brother, but instead, takes a breath and holds his tongue.

Hashirama gathers up some documents from the corner of his desk. “You two can start tomorrow. I would love to have this done by the end of summer, just as the new school year is upon us.”

“Brother, stop being ridiculous. That is in three months,” Tobirama interjects. “I think I’m going to need time to plan.”

Hashirama glances at his brother. “Well, luckily for you, someone is here to help you. I have faith in you.”

“Too much, perhaps,” Tobirama dryly says, not even bothering to hide that he does not like this.

“And you, as well,” Hashirama says to you with a cheerful smile.

“Lord Hokage, with all due respect, am I going to get paid enough for this? I am practically jobless, I have a living to make,” you inquire with a smile. “Besides, you may also have to compensate for putting me up with your dear brother.”

In the corner of your eye, Tobirama crosses his arms.

Hashirama laughs heartily, and he gives Tobirama a grin. “I like her!” He nods. “You will surely be thanked for your services.”

He extends the pile of documents towards you and you step forward to accept them. You thank the Hokage with doubt, half-serious about the salary, but you decide to not push it today and you give him a smile. Then, you also smile at Tobirama.

“I will see you tomorrow then,” you tell him.

Tobirama carefully gazes at you, and then he nods. He turns to his brother with a determined look on his face. Or an angry look. You are honestly not sure.

“The Hokage mansion’s library,” Tobirama grounds out curtly. “9 am. Sharp.”

You look at him, wondering what type of bad day he is having to be this abrupt, or if this is how he really is. You understand that he and his brother have been at war for all of their life, so maybe this is how he has turned out.

“I will see you.” You bow quickly and walk out of there, ready to dive into the materials the Hokage gave you.

Madara aims a punch towards your way, but you quickly dodge it and block it with the palm of your hand, and you follow through by sending his movement forward by using his momentum and landing a charged punch to his lower ribs, just where his liver will be.

Madara chuckles and he flips himself away from you.

“Brutal,” Madara comments breezily. “That can actually kill someone, but fortunately I’m not just anyone.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah well, give me an A for effort.”

Madara falters and his eyes narrow at you. He knows as well as you do that you are slacking and there is a lot on your mind. “Is this about what Hashirama told you earlier?”

You meet his eyes and let out a sigh. “Wow, word travels fast.”

Madara starts to walk towards you and he gathers his hair to one side. “That was not fair of him. If you want, I can talk to him about that.”

You watch Madara’s face, and a cloud passes overhead. You are almost tempted to say yes and cling to the wings that Madara has put you under to shelter you, but you are not that woman anymore. You are not a quitter. Besides, you need to have a purpose to pour your efforts in. If not, then what else could be in store for you?

“It’s not like the Hokage asked me to cut off my hand, I will be fine, Madara,” you finally answer. “Really.”

Madara folds his arms and he presses his lips together. “If you ever need me to go beat him up then say the word.”

You cannot help the chuckle that escapes your mouth. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. There will be no need of beating.” You pause and a smirk forms on your face as an idea takes form in your mind. “However, you can help me get to know Tobirama.”

Madara scowls, knowing that you are pushing his buttons. “No, you are on your own,” he grits out.

The air around your friend changes, and suddenly all the silliness in your demeanor fades away. Your eyes narrow warily, as his face darkens at you with disapproval. You know that he still holds a grudge on Tobirama, and it really is quite low of you to mention him so casually.

Madara narrows his eyes at you and shakes his head. "You have some guts."

You point your chin towards him naughtily. "Everyone's fair game." You break out into a smile, even if Madara can decide right then and there to end your life. "You just can't take it."

Madara used to always intimidate you, and he furthered that feeling at times by showing you his sharingan, because you know, you know , what he is capable of doing with those eyes, but he never really did anything to you. It was more of the idea of what he can do to you, at any given time.

Madara stays silent for a few more moments. Then, he attempts to soften his voice. “What do you want to know?”

You raise an eyebrow at this. “Uchiha Madara is finally giving in?”

Madara rolls his eyes and he lets out a small, tight-lipped smile. "Just this once, but you are paying for lunch.”

You gasp, taking offense at this. “You do know I am broke, right?”

“Who’s fault was it for not taking my offer to live in the Uchiha compound?” Madara matches his footsteps with yours as the two of you head towards the village.

“First of all, I am not an Uchiha, your people will oust me the moment I step foot, and second, I want to make a living for myself.”

Madara rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but you’re all alone.”

“Aren’t you?” You retort without thought.

Madara falls into silence. “You know someday, you will get in trouble with that mouth of yours.”

“You just can’t handle me.”

“The offer still stands,” Madara mutters, and he glances at you. “And it’s safe there. I will make sure no one even says a bad word about you. If you are with me, they won’t even look at you.”

“That sounds like a lonely life, and you know that I have been mostly caged in my childhood.” You sigh and you bump your shoulder against his arm. “I appreciate everything you have done for me, but I have nothing, Madara. It’s time I do something for myself and invest in something bigger than me. I need that.”

The Hokage mansion is huge inside, and since you do not visit this place often, you are not sure where the said library is. It could just be any room in here. Or, there is no such thing as the library in the Hokage mansion and Tobirama just said that because he wants to avoid you and send you on a goosechase away from him. You know that he is not thrilled to be put up on this project with you, based on his expressions yesterday, but you are kind of determined to change his mind now.

Besides, you are fun and cool, something he can take notes on as he seems prudish.

You sigh as you decide to just wait for Tobirama outside, instead of wandering inside the mansion. There are still some parts being built, and you do not want to cause any trouble to the workers there.

You are quite early, hoping to beat Tobirama to the punch to solidify yourself in his good graces and show him that you are serious about this. However, due to your punctuality, the waiting time is becoming ridiculously long. Sometimes you are not big on the whole waiting patiently thing.

You sigh, and aimlessly walk around the whole building.

You hear people starting to mile about to start their day, and you hear children laughing and talking loudly among themselves, which brings a smile to your lips. You decide to stay near the entrance of the mansion so Tobirama will not have any trouble looking for you.

Lost in your thoughts, you brandish your blade from its scabbard and you start to draw stick figures on the soil, and you add little details such as trees, kunais and shurikens.

You are not sure how much Tobirama knows about you, but you have heard many things about him, mostly from his brother, both good and bad. You know that he is a great warrior and one of the most brilliant minds that his generation has seen. He is responsible for the complex system of the very village you reside in, and the Hokage’s trusted advisor, even more than Uchiha Madara, who you know is very close to Hashirama. You also know that he is a great sensei, according to his students, which you have no doubt about since he is very intelligent.

Personality wise, he remains a mystery to you. Mostly because Hashirama glosses over that when talking about him. All you know is that Tobirama can be difficult at times, but you figure that it is how one should act when you are at the forefront of leading this village.

However, you are not in the least intimidated, even if he is a little older and has experienced more in life. Now that you are going to be working with him more, you are curious as to what the famed Senju Tobirama is really all about.

“I hope I did not keep you waiting,” Tobirama’s rough voice interrupts the quiet that you have immersed yourself in.

You perk up, and put your sword back with a loud click. He glances down at the ground, where you have made silly stick figures of shinobis fighting. You attempt to erase them with your foot.

“Not at all!” You lie, but Tobirama sees through that and he narrows his eyes suspiciously.

His serious face does not change, and instead you think he grew even more serious. He nods and gestures towards the mansion. He clutches the books and the scrolls he has close to his body.

“Shall we?”

You follow Tobirama towards the entrance, trying to keep up with his long strides, though he seems to be speeding up on purpose. Finally, he unlocks the library doors and opens them wide. The two of you step in, and you cannot help but feel underwhelmed at the great reveal of the Hokage mansion’s library.

It is bare, with a lone wooden table and three chairs situated next to the windows.

To the side are empty bookshelves, with the exception of one shelf, which is almost halfway filled.

“This is a sorry library,” you comment under your breath.

Tobirama walks up to the table and puts down the materials he has been carrying.

“We are going to fill it, starting today,” Tobirama says. “And for the rest of the year.”

You raise an eyebrow. “How? Write and publish our own books?”

Tobirama glances up at you, without irony. “Yes.”

You feign a smile. “Oh,” you deadpan. He does seem like the type of person to do that.

“We are also going to visit every clan in the village and ask if we could transcribe some of their writings,” Tobirama continues. “We can make our references through that, integrate their history and make a comprehensive one for Konoha. We also need to learn some of their jutsus and study them, among other things.”

You nod, understanding what he means. “Alright, where do we start? And how do we rewrite the Academy curriculum part?”

“Well first, I will have to set a few rules,” Tobirama drones on, looking at you pointedly.

You walk towards him so that you are standing on the other side of the table. “Alright, shoot,” you say.

“I have written the deadlines of the parts that you will do. You must give them to me, on time ,” Tobirama sternly says, slipping one of the scrolls forward. “I have a vague plan of what the curriculum can look like, but you will also have the chance to express your ideas.”

You take the scroll and open it gingerly, and you look at the back to back due dates.

“You must not talk to me aimlessly, unless it is about this project or if you need any clarification on the tasks you have to do,” Tobirama continues. “When we are working, I expect you to only work.”

You nod, thinking that these are easy, reasonable rules.

“You must be punctual.”

You are way too punctual, so you know that you are going to follow this rule perfectly.

“Do not eat near me.”

At this, you almost roll your eyes, but you hold yourself back.

“Do not touch my things, unless I give them to you. I hope that you can call my title with respect,” Tobirama drones on and on, mostly about the little things he is apparently very particular about. “You will also be training with me and my students, and I expect you to always be on top of your game.”

“Yes, of course.” You blink at all his so-called rules, and fight the urge to roll your eyes. It’s like he already has the impression that you won’t be as dedicated to your job as he is.

But you are dedicated.

However, you cannot help but talk back. He probably made a rule for that, but it goes unheard by you.

Tobirama nods. “Very well.”

“Did you stay up all night making this up?” You ask, unable to help yourself garner some reaction from him.

Tobirama’s stare is stormy, and his eyes narrow strictly. “It is common sense that you abide by such unsaid rules.”

“But you just, well forgive me, enumerated them. If they are common sense, then you would not have to re-tell it.”

Tobirama lets out a stream of breath from his nose that sounds a tad bit impatient, and he rolls his eyes.

You smile, feeling a little triumphant at getting a reaction from him. He catches your expression and he schools his face to become serious once more.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, and you wait for Tobirama to speak.

“I heard you teach at the Academy at times,” Tobirama suddenly brings up. “When did you start?”

Your eyes narrow slightly at this. Tobirama built the Academy, so he must be aware of the things happening there. “Almost a year ago.”

Tobirama taps a finger on the books that he set down. “And you teach when?”

“Wednesdays and Fridays,” you reply.

Tobirama nods. “I will be coming with you.”

You pause at this. “Wait, why?”

Tobirama looks at you as if it’s obvious. “To size up what the kids need to learn, observe which materials are appropriate for age groups until they graduate as genin, and so forth.”

Of course, that makes sense.

Tobirama pulls out the chair and he slides into it. “Then, let us begin. We have many things to research and read up on.”

You look at him as he opens the books, and distributes some of them to you.

“Will you get around to telling me what your plan is, or are you just going to let me guess?” You ask as you flip to the first page of one of the books that he handed to you.

You slide on the chair across from him, taking care to move to the side so that you are giving him his space.

“Silence, when I am working,” Tobirama states without looking up from what he is reading. “Do not talk to me aimlessly. You will get a chance to ask me questions later, I suggest you start listing them down.”

“Alright, alright,” you mumble.

You read the first paragraph of the book, already taking note of the main idea. After a few pages, however, you glance up at your book and to Tobirama, who has not moved an inch except to turn a page. You observe his pristine expression, your eyes going down the slope of his strong nose, his high cheekbones, and his lips that form into a pout, and then to the markings on his face and chin.

He’s handsome, you’ll give him that.

His eyes never waver, unlike you, and from this, you can tell that he always pours all his focus and efforts when he does something.

“Work,” Tobirama reminds you. “And look at the due dates so you can think about how you can strategize your time.”

You snap up and pretend to go back to your reading, but you glance at him one last time. Something about him piques your curiosity, and it makes you want to push his buttons just to see what the famed Senju Tobirama is all about.

You cannot help but let out a tiny smile and you raise the book to hide your face.

Well, if he already has some sort of prejudice towards you, you might as well play that to your advantage.

You smirk to yourself, finally looking forward to the time the two of you will spend together.

[CHAPTER TWO >>>]

#angelica writes #avversiera writes #Tobirama Senju #Senju Tobirama #senju tobirama x reader #senju tobirama x you #tobirama x reader #tobirama x you #Senju Hashirama #Uchiha Madara #naruto fanfiction #'til death do us part

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senju-sekhmet · 2 years

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Irenic. (Ch. 27, Tobirama x OC)

Sometimes life is decided in a mere second. A decision Akiko Uchiha, younger sister of Madara Uchiha, believes in with all her heart - and yet one that seemingly cost her everything. But for as long as she could remember, she had one dream: peace. And for this dream, she is forced to give up everything indeed. Yet sometimes the brightest things are born of the deepest tragedies and thus, when Akiko Uchiha took up her arms and ran, she had no idea what fortune had in store for her. Warnings: Grapic violence, (canon) character death, canon violence, enemies to friends to lovers, slow burn, hurt/comfort, this chapter: alcohol/alcohol mention, drunkeness Length (this chapter): 6,1k. Chapter twenty-six of Akiko’s story. In vino veritas. Perhaps it's the calmth before a storm, but the famous Senju honey wine has interesting effects on many a member of the clan. Don’t think I ever giggled so much writing a chapter or a story in general, but here it is. To anyone still reading, hope you enjoy! And as always, many, many thanks @kuramakakashi for being the best beta-reader 💖

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“So,” he drawled, tilting his head back to idly study the ceiling. “Now Madara has an even more powerful Mangeyko.”

“A terrifyingly powerful Mangekyo, Tobirama.”

“Just our luck.” He sighed.

The silent stretched for a moment, looming, threatening - Akiko’s mind wandered to her dangerously empowered brother, scheming in alliances he used to detest so much. Considering he was the prime example of anything an Uchiha could ever hope to be, it made even less sense why now, out of all times, he would do this.

The more thought Akiko gave it, the more she felt caged by it again; haunted. As though there was no more air to breathe-

“Well, lucky for us, there is a fantastic occasion to forget all the very real and lethal dangers around us tonight,” Tobirama spat with thinly veiled cynicism, abruptly ripping Akiko out of her indeed gloomy, spiralling thoughts.

“Come again?” She blinked.

He was leaning over the research notebook again, turning the page to what she knew was a schematic drawing of the Mangekyo’s neural pathways. “There’s a feast in the main plaza tonight.”

“Oh. Nice to know.”

Tobirama rolled his eyes. “Please. No need for this kind of testy response. They will gorge on honey wine in celebration of someone’s marriage most don’t even care about. And when they’re all drunk, they’ll stagger around, clamour and-”

“Goodness, spirits forbid they have a good time, Tobirama.”

His palm slapped on the page, the other hand raised to point at Akiko. “I’m concerned of you welcoming this opportunity, Akiko. However you never have attended Senju festivities before, so. You were warned.”

The woman smirked slowly. “And I do so welcome the challenge.”

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theblinddatinggame · 2 years

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Date #5

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZETA! Welcome to the Old People Club, may your bones never creak and your back be healthy - but no seriously, I wish you all the best for you new year. Have a super great day, lots of sweets and fun! Please stay the sparkly and flashy person you are, the super positive and forthcoming superstar you are, okay?

Written by: @senju-sekhmet

Word Count: ~ 1,3k

Warnings: none, except for lots of fluff ofc

Back to the Dating Profiles

The watch on your wrist read thirty-two past six. Crimson hues were drenching the sky, the air had gotten a little bit chiller in spring's breeze again. You puffed up your cheeks and exhaled a long breath. Your arms were crossed on the rail guard, below you, the river was glistening.

"Should've known that guy would be a bust," you groaned. What a waste of time.

"Ah, sorry!"

"Eeek!"

You jumped to the side, eyes wide.

A masked man seemingly had appeared out of thin air next to you and despite him addressing her quite soft spoken - gentle, even - it had made the introduction nothing but abrupt.

The man waved apologetically, what little you could make out of his face under the tousled silver hair, the covered left eye and his mask appeared to be amused.

You frowned a little. What a guy. "Didn't realise 'loosely set time' for a date meant two hours late," You began accusingly.

His eye opened, what little of the lighthearted attitude had been underneath was swept away. "I got lost," he offered, so lamely you didn't quite want to believe it.

Then again, you knew certain other people with the same unfortunate sense for directions, no? It was not… entirely implausible. "Well, now you're here. I'm Y/n."

His gaze became more gentle again. "Kakashi," his voice merely above a whisper.

Your fingers drummed on the handrail. Well, his name you had gotten from the dating profile already. Silently, you added 'not good at keeping a conversation going'. "Maybe tell me something about yourself," you started slowly, realising the brunt of this date would be on you. How fun. "Likes? Dislikes?"

Kakashi hummed briefly, but he nodded. A face mostly covered was maddening. "I like you waited for me still," he began slowly, in a voice you knew he was smiling underneath the mask.

Your cheeks felt warm immediately, a blush was creeping but which Kakashi immediately recognised with a delighted squint of his eye. "Charmer," you scoffed playfully, waving him off. "Dislikes?"

Kakashi clicked his tongue. "Hm…," he rubbed his jaw with his index finger and thumb, humming. "Dislikes… let's see… ah. What about you?"

Your gaze widened. He couldn't be serious, could he? "Eh?!" You exclaimed. "You told me next to nothing about you!"

Kakashi waved a little again, his eye squinting in apology. "Sorry, sorry!" His shoulders were slack when he stopped. "It's my first date, you see."

You crossed your arms, snorting unimpressed. "So?"

"I'm a little rusty?"

"Rusty? Disinterested feels more fitting. Hmpf," you huffed pointedly jutting your chin forward and towards the river. This was the last time you’d let your mother set you up to this stuff.

"Apologies," Kakashi's smooth voice caught her back again - its tune had changed. You glanced at him from the side, his eye was trained on the ground between them. He seemed moved - an unspeakable sorrow had struck him; your gaze widened a little. "You're the first one who stayed. I should be more forthcoming, you're right."

"Uhm," you began, "yeah, right." You wanted to feel more irritated - angrier - he had been late, and then he had been elusive - yet the profound sadness obviously went just beyond all this. Almost as if - "Wait a moment." You squinted. "You're not guilt-tripping me now, are you?"

Kakashi’s gaze snapped up, genuinely shocked - he stepped back, as though physically struck. "No- I'm- never," he breathed, aghast.

Your narrow stare scrutinised him a moment longer. Fine. Add 'socially awkward' to his increasingly unbelievably badly written dating profile. You wondered if he had even done it himself.

Maybe someone had put him up to it. Would that be hilarious?

You cleared your throat. "Okay. Try again. Likes, Dislikes?" A little smile, lest this felt like some interrogation.

Kakashi seemed to give the question genuine ponder now. You wondered if he just thought about how to outsmart it again. "I like books," he hummed then, nodding.

You smirked. "See, was that so hard?"

Kakashi chuckled quietly. "Not at all."

You leaned on the railguard now crossing your arms. You tilted your head. "What kind of books? I love reading, too," your smile grew. Finally this was picking up on speed.

"Ah," what little you saw of his face became redder.

You were practically beaming now. "Come on, tell, tell!"

Kakashi sighed a mellow tune, running his palm over his railguard. "Love stories. Romance."

"O-o-oooh!" You exclaimed, perfectly pitching the sound. Partly for having this indeed very calm and detached man admitting he liked reading love novels but also - come on! "Tell me more! What book?"

Kakashi huffed a little, he wagged his index finger. "Didn't you also want to know about my dislikes?" His head tilted a little, you almost saw the smirk underneath his mask.

You puffed up your cheeks. Unfair! "Yeah, well-"

"You see," he continued easily - where did this sudden ease of conversation come from?! - lowering his hand again, "I dislike some things, but let's start mundanely. Sweets."

You leaned forward a little while still gripping the railguard; snorting. "Too bad, I love sweets," but it was a shallow stifle from real disappointment. So much for visits to nice cafés or other shops. You would take any bet this man probably preferred bitter foods; or even plain dishes.

Kakashi’s black gaze grew more tender again, the silver eyebrow arched up questioningly. A velvety hum seemed to wheedle you, "Is that so?"

You hummed an affirmative tune, but your attentive gaze never left his face. You wanted to think there was a sparkle of something in that black look of his.

"What kind of sweets, then?"

You shrugged lightly. "I'm not very picky. Sweet is good."

Kakashi huffed, amused. "There must be some kind of ranking, no?"

You pursed your lips a little mischievously. "Maybe there is?"

Kakashi’s gaze narrowed a little; the wrinkles of what you knew must be a smile touching his eye made his look seem utterly warm. He leaned forward himself. "Maybe you could tell me?"

Your fingertips drummed on the railguard again. By now, the sun was well on its descend. "Hmmm," you drawled in feigned ponder. Now was your chance to turn the tide. "You weren't forthcoming with information. Why should I spill more?"

Kakashi’s unabashed mien didn't waver. In fact, the black gaze was alight still - he was enjoying himself. "I still need to make up, of course," he whispered, softly.

You considered him a moment longer - how close he had gotten - then, you chuckled. "You really are a charmer, no? Fine. Let's see." Your index finger tapped your lips. "I really love baked sweets. Pies, cakes, tarts…, oh! Whipped cream, too."

Kakashi rumbled with a deep, gentle chuckle. "Oh my, I see,” yet you couldn’t help but find yourself somewhat irritated by the sudden bemusement - he had asked, he shouldn’t be like this.

You pushed off the railguard and put your hands on your hips. "Hmpf!" You puffed your cheeks up. "All that to make fun of my sweet tooth?"

"Not at all," the man pushed off as well, beckoning you closer with his index finger. The glint never left his eye, if anything, you wondered if he wasn’t grinning now with how the dark mask seemed to be stretching. "We had better get going. There's a good baking shop, but it'll close soon. We need to hurry."

You gaped. "Wh- what? But you didn't like-"

Kakashi laughed. "Are you coming, Y/n? I want to make most of the date with the one woman waiting for me."

Your heart skipped a beat.

Maybe you didn't need to drag through this date after all.

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