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"Heehee... they are so beautiful," the white haired shinobi muttered, pressing his face up against the wooden fence that ringed the female baths. "And they don't even know I'm here, brilliant! Sasuke really out did himself on this jutsu." He continued to watch the naked women come and go, his perverted grin widening with each woman he saw. "Oh... dear kami... is that... Sayuri!? Heheeheee... she's taking a bath and I get to watch. She'll be so pissed at me if she realized I'm spying on her while she baths," Tobirama muttered to himself, hating the fact that the little peephole was so small. Then again he could always just ask his wife to strip for him. And she would, after she tried to electrocute him for asking such a dirty request, and knowing his luck Takehiko would probably be in the room and start asking questions Tobirama felt he wasn't ready to answer yet.

So, the suiton user was content with watching his wife from afar. Besides, it's not like he's fighting for the peephole with anyone else. "Sayuri... you are beautiful and deadly like lightning. My fair little lily," Tobirama purred as he watched Sayuri splash water on her breasts. "Sayuri..." Tobirama blinked when he noticed another, equally familiar woman, join his wife. "Yuzuki?!" Tobirama's eyes nearly popped out of his skull when Yuzuki, blushing like mad, removed her towel. She was turned just right that Tobirama got a full view of Madara's wife. "Damn... she's almost as beautiful as Sayuri. Almost being the key word here," Tobirama muttered.

Sayuri must've said something to Yuzuki, for the Uchiha mistress giggled softly behind her hand, cupped her friend's ear and furiously whispered something to her. Sayuri made an annoyed face before bursting into laughter, her arm wrapping around her waist. The two women turned their backs to Tobirama before slipping into the warm water of the hot springs. "Scars?" Tobirama blinked, surprised to see the zigzagging crisscross pattern of scars on Yuzuki's back. "I don't remember her ever telling me about those?" Tobirama muttered, wondering where Yuzuki got those scars, and from the manner of them, it appeared to be lashing scars from torture. "I knew it!" Tobirama growled, stood up and stormed off towards the Uchiha compound.





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"What?!" Uchiha Madara shouted when someone banged on the door of his study. He felt a vein in his temple throb. It had been a extremely stressful day, he didn't need anyone else to come and more stress to it. Especially Hashirama. He swore that the Senju just couldn't leave him alone. "I said what?!" Madara barked.

The door opened to reveal a rather angry Tobirama. "You fucking bastard!" the Senju snarled, his crimson eyes fixated on Madara. The Uchiha leader cocked his to the side, a smirk blossomed on his lips. This was exactly to sort of stress he was looking for, since Izuna was doing something at the moment and was indispose. Madara's Sharingan spun lazily in his eyes.

"What's this about Tobirama?" the Uchiha asked, his voice venomously polite.

"How could you..." Tobirama stalked up to the other man and grabbed him by the collar. "She loves you! And you had to hurt her like that because she was my best friend?!"

"Wh-What?!" Madara was so shocked that he withdrew his Sharingan. "What the fuck are you talking about Senju!?"

"Yuzuki! You tortured her! You whipped her and tortured her because was friends with me and my brother! You sick fuck!"

"What... no! I would never hurt Yuzuki like that! I..." Madara averted his eyes, biting his lip. He couldn't even admit to his wife that he loved her. Yuzuki was always telling him how much she loved him and how happy he made her. And all he told her was that she was precious to him.

"You what? Hate her?!" Tobirama snarled. He should've known! He should've tried harder to convince Yuzuki not to fall for a bastard like Uchiha Madara. Once a monster always a monster. He never changed. He hated everything and everyone connected to Senju or is a Senju. "Just because she was our friend!"

"No! No, no, no!" Madara shook his head rapidly. "I don't hate her! I... Yuzuki... she's..." he swallowed thickly, "she's precious to me."

"Precious to you?" Tobirama blinked before tossing his head back and laughing. "Another human precious to you? Someone other than your brother? Like I'd believe that! You only kept Yuzuki around for breeding!"

"No! I... It's not like that Senju!" Madara had quite enough of Tobirama's false accusations about him and his feelings for Yuzuki. The Uchiha leader grabbed Tobirama's hand and twisted it free from his collar. "I would never hurt my wife! She's precious to me! I care about her more deeply than myself! I would gladly sacrifice myself for her," Madara's eyes narrowed, his Sharingan spinning dangerously.

"I don't believe you!" Tobirama snarled, Madara glowered at him but then relaxed a frown etching itself onto his lips.

"Wait... did you say I... whipped her?" Madara asked.

"Yes!" Tobirama spat.

"She... I didn't do it," Madara took a step away from Tobirama. "It was shortly after Konoha was built. Your brother got a request for Yuzuki's father, Hayashi Keiichi. Some rogue ninja captured her. Before your brother could hand out the mission, I volunteered for it. I eliminated the enemy ninja and rescued Yuzuki," a whimsical smile blossomed on his face. "That was when our relationship began. But the rogue shinobi had whipped her and tortured her. She has a myriad of scars on her back because of their torture."

"I know, I saw them," Tobirama muttered.

"Huh?" Madara gifted the Senju with a confused frowned. "How did you see them? I'm the only one that she shows them to. She's extremely self-conscious about them."
"I... erm... she uh...told me about them," Tobirama gulped.

"Yuzuki never talks about that with anyone but me. Even I have to force it out of her," Madara hissed. Tobirama gulped. "You weren't spying on my wife, were you?" Madara's Sharingan spun his eyes.

"Oh, hell no!" Tobirama shook his head. "I was spying on my wife. Your wife just happened to be at the baths with Sayuri!"

"What!?" Madara felt his brow twitch. "You saw my wife naked!?"

Tobirama smirked, "Yeah. She's beautiful. With round full breasts, lovely hips, that perfect hourglass figure. And those lovely thighs, mmm... if I wasn't a married man I'd totally sedu—"

Madara punched Tobirama in the jaw. "That's my wife you're talking about! You hear me! My wife! You can't have her! She's mine! Nobody is allowed to touch her like that but me! Her husband!"

"Damn, you hit hard," Tobirama muttered, rubbing his jaw. "Anyways, I've been spying on her for several days now. Every afternoon I watch her and Sayuri relax in the hot springs."

Madara's fist clenched. "I advise you to spot talking."

"Heh, I'm surprise you don't want to see my secret spot," Tobirama sneered.

"You're secret spot?" Madara asked, mildly curious. He remembered clearly that one time, he and Izuna were barely old enough to be considered men, when he and his brother went peeping at the woman's bath. Madara didn't want to do it and would not have if Izuna hadn't called him General Chicken. It was one of those memories Madara would have rather forgotten.

"Yes. Meet me by the bridge tomorrow around noon and I'll show you my secret spot. And I'll also show you my secret invisibility jutsu," Tobirama smirked.

"Deal," Madara sat back down behind his desk. "Now get out of my house."




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Madara tapped his foot, impatient as he waited for Tobirama to how up. "You're late Senju," Madara growled, when Tobirama finally showed up.

"Sorry, Mito dragged me to Ichiraku," Tobirama groaned, "ever since she became pregnant that's all she has wanted to eat, was ramen."

"Hn," Madara frankly didn't care what Hashirama's pregnant jinchuuriki wife liked to eat. He wanted to find this peephole, take a quick peek at Yuzuki and then seal it up so Tobirama would never have to look at his wife's body again. "Let's just get this idiocy over with," Madara muttered.

"It's not idiocy, Madara!" Tobirama clapped Madara on the back, causing the younger man to grunt. "It's apart of being a man! A manly man!"

"Manly men don't peek at their wives bathing. Manly men, march in there and join their wives in the bath."

"Seriously Madara, lighten up, it's just a bit of fun," Tobirama grumbled.

"Hn," Madara glared at the Senju.

"Forgot you're a joy-killer." Tobirama sighed before leading the way to the bath, the grumpy Uchiha in toe.








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Tobirama glanced at the sun, before swearing. "Shit! I think they may already be there!" he sprinted the rest of the distance to the bathhouse. "Madara, hurry up! You aren't that fat are you?"

"I am not fat!" Madara snarled, easily catching up to the Senju.

"Could've fooled me, with all your paperwork you do. Seriously, it seems you prefer a desk job than actually being a ninja."

"You bastard, I have you know I rather be out there fighting! Risking my life on the battlefield that sitting behind some desk!" Madara snarled, his Sharingan spinning angrily.

"Right, and you wonder why people call you fat."

"For the last time! I am not fat! This!" Madara pointed to his chest, "Is all lean muscle! Muscle!"

"Right," Tobirama skidded to a halt before the fence. "Okay, lemme just check to see if Sayuri and Yuzuki are there."

"Hn," Madara pinched the bridge of his nose. "Whatever, I don't care," he muttered.

"Heeeheee, they are here," Tobirama grinned. "Aaaaw! They are having a splash fight— Hey!"

"Lemme see! Move over!" Madara pushed against Tobirama, pressing his eye to the small peephole.  

"Madara, it's not your turn yet!" Tobirama hissed.

"My Yuzuki-chan..." Madara gave a little perverted giggle, "She's so beautiful. Much more beautiful than your wife." Madara gave a triumphant smirk at the Senju.

"What?! Not in a million years! Move over you fat gorilla!" Tobirama pushed Madara away and reclaimed the peephole. "Sayuri-chan... she's so lovely, like the lilies she's named after. Heehee, my wife is clearly the prettier one."

"Step aside water-freak!" Madara shoved Tobirama away to regain his spot at the peephole. "Yuzuki outshines even Sayuri. My wife is named after the moon after all," Madara grinned, "she's so perfect." Madara sighed only to grunt when Tobirama painfully pressed his shoulder against his. "Senju, get lost!"

"This is my peephole! Go find your own!" Tobirama shoved against him.

"Don't you know that Uchiha take whatever they want!?" Madara's brow twitch as he shoved back.

"Yeah, but never from Senju, because we're better!"

"Fat chance you are! Uchiha is the best!"

"Senju rules! Uchiha drools!"

"Like hell! Uchiha rules! Senju drools!"

"Ahem," a feminine voice coughed behind them. The two grown men were in a rather awkward position. Their legs where tangled together, Madara had a fistful of Tobirama's hair, while Tobirama was pinching Madara's cheek. Their free hands where pushing against each other.

"Sayuri!"

"Yuzuki!"

"Tobirama," Sayuri nodded towards her husband, a warm smile on her lips. "Uchiha-san," she greeted Madara icily. "What are you two doing here?"

"Y-Yes... Madara, what are you doing here?" Yuzuki stammered, a cute blush on her cheeks as she held the towel that was wrapped around her body tightly, one hand covering her already covered breasts.

Madara gifted her with a lewd smirk, even after all these years they've been together, she was still bashful about her body and he couldn't help but it arousing and alluring. Especially, the way she crossed her legs just slightly to hide her womanly lower parts, and had her ink colored hair in a tight high bun that sat cutely atop her head.

Sayuri on the other hand, had her feet splayed shoulder width apart, her arms folded beneath her breasts and a evil grin across her lips. Her wet black hair fell across her shoulders and her chocolate brown eyes held a dangerous light, Tobirama had only seen when she was fighting a difficult opponent. He really didn't like that glint in her eyes, since it normally meant he had done something bad and was going to get zapped with some raiton jutsu, but at the same time he couldn't help but find her stance arousing and alluring.

Madara and Tobirama's eyes grew wide when they heard the soft boof of clones disappearing.

Sayuri gifted the two shinobi with an even eviller grin.

Both men gulped.

"PERVERTS!" Sayuri slapped both men across the face. "I DO NOT WANT TO EVER SEE YOU TWO HERE AGAIN!" Sayuri screeched at the top of her lungs. "And Tobirama, you better pass the word along to Sasuke." Sayuri turned on her heel and began to walk back to the bath. "C'mon Yuzuki, we still haven't finished our soak, since our idiot husbands decided to interrupt."

"Right," Yuzuki gifted Madara and Tobirama with an apologetic smile, "coming Sayuri!" Yuzuki trotted off after her friend.

Madara and Tobirama looked at each other: "We're dead."
Whoooooooo! :w00t:

This is my gift to :iconnasaku: in our gift-giving exchange for being online buddies for the past year. ^^

I hope you enjoy it girl! It was fun to right. Especially considering that Tobirama and Madara just can't seem for the life of them to get along at all.

Well, at least they had some bonding time peeping. :giggle:

Anyway, I hope I didn't fail at Sayuri. It was the first time writing her. ^^; Forgive me if I did. :iconarigatoplz:

As always, enjoy!


Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto
Sayuri (c) Nasaku
Yuzuki (c) SanguinaryToxicity

PS: Sasuke is Sarutobi Sasuke the father of Sarutobi Hiruzen. I guess he can be considered an OC too. So... (c) Nasaku. :XD:
© 2011 - 2024 Kaonashi-Nanashi
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"Manly men don't peek at their wives bathing. Manly men, march in there and join their wives in the bath."

Going on my favorite quotes!!!!!

This was too funny. I started out blushing at Tobirama's perviness then couldn't stop laughing through it. XD