Summary: When Mito Uzumaki married Hashirama Senju, she knew his life would be hectic, but she also knew that she would be there with him every step of the way.

Age: Timeskips, so...

Category: Hashimito, fam

Note: Mito's a freakin badass, I don't care what you think. (Sorry this one took me 50 years to finish.... I'm just really mentally and emotionally drained. I'm so sorry.)

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Mito breathed in and out, adrenaline and fear running in and out of her mind. Then, she found the pleasure. Sick, sick pleasure that she got, torturing her governess like this. She giggled at the top of the tree, making sure her entire body was hidden by the leaves. Her long, red hair was flowing in the wind, so she grabbed it and tucked it into her shirt. Tatyana-san wouldn't be able to find her. She never did, when Mito did something like this.

"Lady Mito!" Yana-san shouted, sounding panicked. "Mito-sama, where are you?? There is no time for funny business today! We must prepare for the arrival of the Senju clan!"

"I couldn't care less about the Senju!" Mito shouted down, making sure she was hidden. "I DON'T want to come down! I wish father wouldn't enforce an alliance between them! I don't WANT an arranged marriage!"

"Lady Mito, sometimes what you want isn't what's for the good of Uzushiogakure." Yana-san looked up and sighed, then began scaling the tree. "As a princess, it is your duty to do what's best for your country."

Mito sighed. "I know, Governess. But why did it have to be me? It's so unfair."

"I get it." A voice sighed, dejectedly. Mito's eyes widened with shock, and her head swivvled around to look at the person who said that. The boy was sitting on a tree next to hers, on the same level of branch she was. He appeared to be her age, and had short brown hair, cut into a bowl shape. His clothes were... odd, at best, but she could see that they were fighting clothes. She did, however, find herself admiring his attractive facial features, and his obviously well toned body. Even at age twelve, Mito could appreciate something like that.

"What do you know?" She murmured. Her governess, for some reason, bowed and backed away. She was heading inside. Mito gave the boy points for scaring Yana-san away, but still frowned in his direction.

"Lots of stuff." The boy said. "Or, so I like to think. Although I guess my friend Madara might know a little more than me..." He hung his head, eyes becoming sad and defeated. He seemed oddly depressed...

Mito narrowed her eyes. "Who are you, anyway?"

He brightened up instantly, which confused Mito. "Hashirama Senju. Pleasure to meet you, Mito-sama."

Her eyes widened from their menacing stare. Her mouth fell. This blundering idiot was the one she was engaged to? Luckily, her manners kicked in before she said something rude. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Hashirama-sama. I am terribly sorry for my unkempt appearance. I was unaware the Senju family had already arrived." Governess would be proud.

Hashirama rolled his eyes. "Fake pleasantries bore me. Talk normal, and call me by my real name." He tilted his head at her, taking her in from her bare feet and windswept hair, to the gleam in her eyes. "You're a bit tomboyish, aren't you?"

Mito scoffed, trying her best not to get angry. "I can't be expected to act like a normal, pampered princess ALL the time. I need some change." She expressed, trying not to let her passion about the subject show.

"I think it's cool. I've never met a girl like you before, but I wish there were more." Hashirama said, sounding completely genuine. He was so kind, it was almost impossible not to like him.

Mito blushed and looked away. "N-nonsense. I'm weird. Let's not talk about me. How was your trip? Actually... it would probably be more polite for me to go change..." Mito jumped down one branch.

"H-hey!" Hashirama followed her. "It's okay! I don't mind what you're wearing now!"

Mito stopped and scanned her clothes under a skeptical eye. She wore black leggings with a long shirt that came down to her knees. It was tied by a plain black sash. She was also barefoot, and her hair was flying free. Definitely not something a princess should be seen in by ANYONE, much less the son of the Senju clan head. "This is inadequate... it would be offensive to meet your father and clansmen in this attire."

"Who said we were going to meet them?" Hashirama's eyes sparkled. "I saw a river back there. There looks to be some good skipping stones over there. Unless, of course, you don't know how to skip stones..."

"EH?" Mito's eyes flashed. "Of course I do! Who do you think I am??" She marched forward, grabbed his hand, and almost dragged Hashirama toward the river. The girl was incredibly strong, Hashirama noticed. Her grip was tight, giving him no room to escape. She seemed respectable in every sense of the word. She also happened to be the best female rock-skipper that Hashirama had ever seen. She was the first, too, but, eh, details.

Mito launched a perfect one across the water, sitting down. Once it crossed to the other side of the riverbank, landing on the bed of rocks, she looked at Hashirama. He stood up and picked up a rock, making a beautiful shot, then sat back down next to her.

"What are your goals for the future?" Hashirama asked her.

Mito shrugged, but she could sense that this was a question that would determine their friendship. If she slipped up and said the wrong thing, he might call off the engagement, and as much as Mito hated it, it was important to her father. Either she would become someone he could talk to and share his mind with, or she would and up like their fathers, oblivious of his true thoughts. Besides, he seemed interesting enough that Mito wouldn't mind hearing him talk about what he cared about.

"I think... some peace would be nice, ya know?" She sighed, blowing a piece of her flaming hair out of her face. She needed to tie that back eventually. "If we could get to a point of no wars, that would be great. Not as much suffering. Not as much pain for our people." She was wary about discussing this topic, but she figured that she would rather be honest than end up married to a horrible man who loved war. At least this way if they had differing philosophies, they could part ways early.

Hashirama nodded. He hadn't realized so many people shared the same opinion, but he was happy with her response.

"But... we also have to understand that we can't control others. If other people decide to fight, we can't stop them. The best we can do is try to help them change their minds." Mito said, looking at Hashirama with a temporary peace in her eyes that normally wasn't there. "You get what I'm saying? I'm not very good at articulating this kind of thing."

"Yeah, actually." Hashirama said, thinking about it. He hadn't considered it that way before, and it was interesting. "So... the way to go is to persuade the people around me that peace is the best idea?"

"Yes. Because no matter how hard we try, certain people will not change. Subtle persuasion is a good way to go." Mito nodded, confirming his thought.

"You sure know a lot about people and the way they work, Mito-sama." Hashirama smiled brightly.

Mito blushed in embarrassment at the nickname. She hated when her friends used formalities, and it was similarly grating and awkward when Hashirama used them. "Hashirama-san, you don't have to call me that all the time." As much as she was strong, she also had a very gentle side that came out almost more often than her tough side.

"Hm... that's true. I should have a nickname for you. You look like the kind of girl that likes nicknames." Hashirama said thoughtfully. He tilted his head, tongue sticking out in concentration.

Mito laughed a little at how ridiculously cute he was, before realizing that she should probably respond. "I don't know, Hashirama-san, isn't that a little... informal?"

"Well, if we are to be married, we should at least be good friends," Hashirama reasoned. "A nickname is a good way to start, no?"

The more Mito thought about it, the more it made sense. She nodded, eventually.

"How about... Mee?" Hashirama asked, wincing at his own lack of skill in the nickname department. "I'm clearly not good at this."

Mito giggled again, nodding. "You're really not."

Hashirama got into one of those depressed moods, then began trying out more nicknames.

"Let's see... do you like... hime?" Hashirama asked, eyes sparkling. Finally, a good one... He thought. Mito blushed red, shaking her head violently in worse embarrassment. "Oh, that is so sticking."

Mito blushed more. She, obviously, wouldn't have a nickname for Hashirama until the two were courting or married. At that time, she would begin calling him horrible names that Hashirama grew to love. Hashirama just loved teasing her. "You're such a jerk!" She exclaimed, covering her face to hide the blush.

Hashirama's depressed mood made another appearance. "Ne, ne, Mito-hime, am I really a jerk??" He said in a really sad voice that Mito happened to find adorable.

"AHH! Don't call me that! It's so gross!"

Time skippy skip! Age 15:

Mito was one of the few people Hashirama genuinely enjoyed being around. She wasn't bossy, or rude, or pushy, like the clan elders. She didn't act like he owed her anything, or expect him to fix all of her problems, like the clan did. She didn't have a stick up her ass like Madara and Hashirama's brother, Tobirama. She wasn't hurtful intentionally, like Hashirama's father, who only cared about the good of the clan.

Hashirama found the three weeks he went to Uzushiogakure the most relaxing weeks in the year. They would always do something fun, like hunting, or just exploring the forest together. This time, Hashirama noted some changes in Mito. Not just the physical ones, Hashirama wasn't a pervert, but also the mental ones, and changes in her actions. The personality she showed everyone was different than the one she used around him.

Around family or guests, she would be timid, respectful, and polite. Around Hashirama, her mind was spoken, but also in a polite way. She seemed to be growing out of her tomboyish stage, which almost saddened Hashirama. He missed the days where he could tell what she was feeling by her facial expressions. It was the end of an era, but it didn't change their friendship one bit. Hashirama had always been good at accepting change.

One of the major triggers for this change was the death of one of her closest friends.

Norui Uzumaki committed suicide a few months before Hashirama's arrival on their 13th year of life. She had been married off to someone more than twice her age, and abused very brutally until her untimely death. She was found by Mito herself, who receeded into a shell and became the best person she could be in front of other people. Her father was amazed by the change his daughter went through, not giving a second thought about what she was losing as well.

It disgusted Hashirama, and he truly felt for her. During those hard times, he tried his best to be a comfort to her, even though he was going through a rough patch himself, what with Madara's departure from their friendship, and the anniversary of Kawarama's, (one of Hashirama's little brothers) death coming up. They subconsciously became each other's cruch, holding each other up and helping each other through it.

By their 14th year, they were already close enough to be best friends. And that was the way they stayed until Mito was fifteen. They did nearly everything together, and wrote to each other often. Whenever Hashirama needed comfort or encouragement, Mito was there. And Hashirama was the lighthouse in her storm.

When age 15 came around, Mito started noticing the little things about Hashirama. How he was growing his hair out. How he seemed to be more muscled and tall than he was last year. How he had gotten wiser and more mature instead of stupid like the other boys her age. She admired those.

Hashirama, whether he admitted it or not, also noticed the differences with her. How she was the picture of grace and patience. How she had certainly become more womanly in his absence. How she seemed to radiate love, drawing him closer and closer to her.

And whether they knew it (Mito) or not (Hashirama), they were slowly but surely starting to fall in love with each other. Which was good, since they were engaged to be married in five years.

They went by extremely quickly. Hashirama's dreams of building his village burned so brightly in his heart that they caught on to those around them. Tobirama and Mito both became open to the idea, leaving only Madara and the clan to agree. When Hashirama had all the support of everyone he loved, he began the building process.

Mito's life immediately became to serve Hashirama and the clans. Sooner or later, her own clan and had Hashirama formed an alliance, making it much easier.

Mito and Hashirama were married in that time, making it much easier for Hashirama to be happy. Tobirama was grateful for her presence, because admittedly, himself and Madara weren't the friendliest, most encouraging bunch.

It was amazing. Hashirama's dream was coming together like clockwork. Of course, there was, still, tension between the Uchiha and Senju clans.

Somehow, Mito had been elected as the ambassador. Both clans knew she had a history of being fair, and Izuna had told them that he'd seen her stopping a troop of Senju from killing an Uchiha boy during one of her visits from Uzushiogakure. She had healed him up, and sent him on his way, and the boy could attest to that. He and Mito became good friends while she did her job.

Hashirama was very proud of Mito's position. Mito did as she was expected, judging fairly. Even though she was married to a Senju, she could condemn them easily if what they did was wrong or unfair.

Soon, she became almoat as busy as Hashirama himself, going back and forth between clans and settling disputes until there wasn't any more to settle. Once all was peaceful, she retired and handed her job off to one of her disciples, who just happened to be that little Uchiha boy. She'd drilled her ideas into him, and taught him how to be fair and unbiased. He went on to go far in life, electing a partner, a friend of his from the Senju clan.

Hashirama was extremely impressed with her, and Madara was as well. She handled his clan like they were her own family. Soon, herself and Madara became better friends. Mito then went onto helping Hashirama. She sat in during meetings, befriended the wife of the Sarutobi clan's leader, and did much charity work. She became a very influential person.

She managed to keep busy, but she always brought Hashirama his lunch. It was one of those cute things she did for him. She loved doing it. Whatever she could do to help relieve Hashirama's stress would be done.

"I just don't understand him anymore." Hashirama sighed, running a hand through his hair. His frustration was almost tangible. After a lifetime of having a perfect reflection of himself in Madara Uchiha, suddenly not being able to piece together what Madara was thinking hurt Hashirama greatly.

Mito took off his armor, unpiecing it one by one. "Anata, you must try to understand him. It is your job as a good friend." Mito said, putting the armor on the floor next to her. She took a rag and cleaned Hashirama's face the best she could do without muffling his words.

"I know, I've been trying." Hashirama told her. "What do you think?" His doe-like eyes pleaded with her to help him.

"Madara-sama is under a lot of stress, just as much as you are, after all. And I don't think he likes it that you and Tobirama seem to be set in stone as the next leaders." Mito said, standing up from her position on her knees in front of him to retrieve a hairbrush.

"That's it? I never wanted to be leader in the first place. He'd be much better at it than me." Hashirama shook his head.

Mito chuckled quietly. "No, anata, you're a better leader than anyone I know. But that's not all. I believe Madara-sama is suffering."

Hashirama's frown sank. "How so?"

"Tomorrow is the anniversary of Izuna-kun's death, isn't it?" Mito asked. She tried not to let her heartbreak show. She'd met the boy before his death, and he was nothing but kind to her. He deserved better.

Hashirama hit himself over the head, gasping audibly. "Of course! That's why."

"He needs all the support he can get. Can you imagine how you would feel if you lost Tobirama?" Mito asked. Hashirama's handsome features became pained. "That is what he is going through. You must remind him that he still has family. And though the two of you may not be blood relatives, you're still his brother. In here." Mito put a hand over Hashirama's heart.

Hashirama gave Mito a good natured grin, pulling her into a hug by the hand that was on his chest. "Thanks, Hime! You're so helpful."

Mito blushed. "It's nothing, anata. I'm happy to help."

Hashirama nuzzled into her red hair, grinning from ear to ear. I don't know how, but this arranged marriage has given me the best wife I could've asked for. He appreciated her more than she would ever know.

Eventually, he had to kill his best friend, which took him a few years to recover from, but he never really did forget the bond. He never recovered from having to do that. Mito knew this, and tried to help him move forward as best as possible, but it was very difficult. Hashirama had officially chosen their village over his best friend, and now he had no choice but to invest everything he had into it. In the end, Mito was the only reason why Hashirama didn't give up on his dream.

He still died very early.

The night before he left, they stayed up on the roof, watching the stars. They talked for a long time. Hashirama seemed to... feel... that his time was running out. He needed to make sure Mito knew just how much he loved her. So he told her multiple times. When she woke up the next morning to find him dead, she broke down.

She kept living, and helped Tobirama as best as she could, but... she felt so lonely without her best friend, the man she loved. It was devastating, but eventually she moved on. She helped raise her grandchildren, Tsunade-chan and Nawaki-chan.

Mito eventually met little Kushina-chan, and befriended her. She was the next jinchuriki of the 9 tails, so she taught the girl all she could before dying.

When she finally made it to where Hashirama was, they both looked 40 again. She cried, and they embraced.

The only difference was that she felt very at home there. There were people she never thought she could see again, and people she missed a lot. She hadn't remembered just how funny Hashirama was. She hadn't remembered just how much she missed him.

Mito currently sat in a tree, near the top, watching the beautiful sun set. I wonder if all is well in Konoha? She'd thought this for a very long time now, but there was no way for her to see. She prayed that they would all be okay in their absence. It felt like leaving children alone in the house for the first time, there was a nervousness that couldn't be wiped away, and there was also a hint of faith. It was an interesting experience.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Hashirama asked, suddenly appearing next to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist.

Mito smacked him in the chest. "You startled me."

"Sorry," he grinned.

"I was just thinking about home." She answered his previous question blissfully.

"I miss home too." Hashirama sighed. "But, I'm sure the generation we raised is strong enough to take care of itself!" He grinned. He was trying to keep her hopes up.

"I know, I'm not worried!" Mito's eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes you are~" Hashirama sang cutely.

Mito rolled her eyes. "Hah. What do you know?"

"Lots of stuff. Or so I like to think." Hashirama gave her a lopsided grin. Then his grin almost faltered. "Although I guess my friend Madara might know a little more than me." Hashirama shrugged, the pain behind his words wouldn't be heard by a normal person. Mito heard it, and squeezed her husband tighter.

Hashirama had searched this place tirelessly for his friend. Sadly, there was no sign of him. Meaning he either wasn't dead, which was the more positive option, or... well, he didn't like to think of that option.

"It's okay." Mito said, moving her hands from his waist to his neck, bringing his face closer to hers. "We're going to have eternal rest. And there is plenty of time for you to make peace with yourself about this. Okay? We'll do this together."

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" Hashirama laughed sadly, laying his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Thank you, Mito. For being there."

"I'll always be here, Hashirama." Mito said into his brown hair. "Always."

ARE THEY NOT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL OF CHILDREN EVAAAAAHHHH??????

Lol I love them. Sorry for how bad and sloppy and rushed this is, I'm physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually tired. I need to get myself together XD

Anyway. Your exhausted author~

@Silverwolf735