It had never occurred to Tobirama, used to being sought out by his brothers and cousins, that friendships had to be maintained.
The ground slams into Tobirama’s back. Stunned, gasping, he can only watch as Izuna descends blade-first.
“I win,” Izuna mouths, vicious and breathless, dirt and blood staining his face. Minor wounds ooze, the skirt of his mantle long since slashed away in the hunt. Red eyes narrow and loom ever closer; Tobirama flinches back instinctively as their noses bump. Sweat-slick hair falls like ribbons around his face.
“Did you let me win? Blinded as you are by your brother’s pretty delusions.”
Tobirama clenches his eyes shut, jaw twinging as he grinds aching teeth. “That’s an insult to us both.”
Finally Madara stands and picks up his discarded mantle and gunbai. His face is red from exertion and the sun, hair thick with sweat and knots. He swipes a bare forearm over his forehead and says, "Which crying little half-assed shinobi village does Hashirama want me to save now?"
"Unofficial business," Tobirama clips, pushing off the tree and approaching. Izuna is openly eavesdropping, ear angled their way. "I want to make a deal."
- Part 2 of Eyeteeth
On the rare days when loneliness hit hardest, he thinks about the possibility that his soul could possibly be bonded to a dead man.
(He remembers an entry in a history book about the First Shinobi World War back in his academy days. “The Nidaime’s body was never found.”)
Surely the universe wouldn’t be cruel. But with all the crap that’s gone on with his life, it sounds unlikely that the universe would be so merciful.
- Part 21 of sleepy does camp nano april 2020
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26 Nov 2021
Put him on the frontline,” Butsuma says at last.
“What?” Hashirama, his beloved son, his eldest heir who bears the Mokuton stares at him.
“He will serve us better there,” Butsuma says.
“But he’s an—”
“He’s not,” Butsuma says, firm and strong.
Or where Tobirama reaches his breaking point, and Izuna Uchiha catches on.