Izuna Appreciation Week Day 3 - Clone Jutsu | Hiraishin

Izuna Appreciation Week day 3 - Clone Jutsu | Hiraishin

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What If Madara and Tobirama were in a relationship in the Warring States Era ?

TW: Past Canon Character Death, canon compliant HURT maybe soooome comfort ??? Honestly, I am evil and this is grief. Madara cries for a very long time. Consequence of war and all that. Blood. You have been warned.

Having pulled, pushed, and dragged Tobirama around until the two were a distance away from the Senju’s clan site, Madara finally let his grief and sorrow come out in an agonising bout of anger.

Backing Tobirama against a tree, a kunai was pulled out of nowhere ( swiftly! ) and at once the length of his arm was against the taller man’s neck, pinning the steel against woody bark right under Tobirama’s right ear. Just a slice across the neck, Madara, do it! Just a slice to end this problematic relationship, to end this apostate.

( but a slice will not bring Izuna back. )

“I should kill you and be done with this! I should! I SHOULD!” As Madara shouted and spat out those words in a growling threat, he stabbed the kunai repeatedly into the bark. Of course, the words were as empty as the hole in his heart, the hole in his life. “I should, isn’t it?! Tobirama?! I should…gah-!”

The last two words were the trail to a whimpering cry as blood stained the bandages around Madara’s eyes and flowed in streaks down his porcelain cheeks; the lion made a kitten in the ghostly arms of sibling death. So weak suddenly his knees gave out, and hand releasing the kunai now dropped. But still he clings. He clings onto the shirt of his LOVER, grip loosening and tightening as he sunk down in utter defeat. The god of the Uchiha clan, kneeling, and crying at the legs of a Senju. How unsightly.

“Why.. why, WHY…” Sobs only made clear one word, but the sentiment was clearly sung into the ashes of a dead fire,

Why must you be the one to kill him, Tobirama?

And what could Senju Tobirama even say? That it was war, that Izuna came after him the same way the elder brothers went for each other’s throats? That it was either him or Izuna? Do or die! Tobirama was sure that Madara knew all of these already, evident by the fact that Tobirama was still breathing, alive, and well; heart thumping loudly in his chest as Madara —his Madara— sobbed at his feet. His oceans, for once, opened up to take in all of Madara’s sorrow. To let himself feel all of the pain that Madara was experiencing in real time, as the Uchiha now was clutching own knees and sobbing, and sobbing, and sobbing… Tobirama was no stranger to sibling death, … it was just that the Uchiha clan were just so different than the Senju when it came to truly loving. Madara’s grief only seemed to increase, not like other warriors Tobirama presumed to calm down when they tire, when the day turned into night and another mission has come. Madara’s grief choked his breath as it got too much, and made him splatter his chakra with a cough. Tobirama could not keep control of his chakra molding in the midst of this immense bitterness, and he briefly wondered how Madara managed to keep so sane and decide not to murder him right here. Tobirama was by his own volition without armour.

Tobirama thought that maybe Madara loved him on an equal level to Izuna. If he let himself secretly fantasize, perhaps even higher than Izuna.

Why was he rationalising this?

What was wrong with Tobirama?

He had to put a stop to his chakra sensory perception to relieve himself of the ache that was building behind his neck. The smell of blood and rust was heady when mixed with the humidity of the forest, and it was an assault to Tobirama’s nose this close to the source. It completely covered the salt in the air. Tobirama carefully lowered himself to Madara’s trembling body, the cries from the Uchiha wrenched Tobirama’s heart into a tangled mess. It filled Tobirama with the nervous prospect of them never coming back from this.

Tobirama wound his arms around Madara’s shivering, and finally let his own tears fall. But silently, with no heaving or gnashing of teeth. Tobirama hurt on behalf of Madara’s sorrow, but he would not take this moment from Madara. Madara clung onto Tobirama once again, and his cries only got louder and louder, and it was almost like the moon and the beasts silence themselves to give Madara the whole forest. Tobirama had to take in a few deep breaths to steady his own voice, lest he fall to cowardice and anxiety. Then, he whispered, “I am sorry… I am sorry that it had to be me.” and Tobirama was, genuinely, so broken over the reality of fate and circumstances.

Tobirama’s apology filled Madara with the madness of the universe. The UTTER INEVITABILITY of circumstance and war. His own failure of being unable to change younger brother’s mind. Failure, as a leader of his people.

And … he probably should not have come to Tobirama. That Madara realised this now was much too late. He could only press his reddened and bloodied face into Tobirama’s chest, trying to muffle his sobs that could not stop. “I–” Madara tried to speak, but he only ended up coughing unceremoniously.

“I know.” Tobirama cooed, holding Madara as close to him as he could, not minding the bloodied bandages one bit. Yet his face was cast to the skies, and his lips barred his own throat from any sound as tears continuously fell against his will.

“No–” Madara sobbed and coughed again. Madara was not coherent but he wanted to be. “I–” Madara was starting to hyperventilate the more he tried to suppress his sorrow, in order to speak. “Shit !” he cursed at his inability. Why did Uchiha have to be like this?

“I un–” Tobirama sniffled and swallowed. “I understand. I do.” Tobirama blinked and willed his own tears to stop. At least, he thought, he had this privilege while Madara was robbed of it. “Feel me … Madara, feel me. I understand your meaning.” And this was the point Tobirama calmed. Rationality always calmed Tobirama. “You feel guilty for being like this…” he started softly, settling onto the ground and cradled Madara’s trembling form in a more comfortable position. “I feel guilty for being the hand of war … because it–it is your last brother.” and Tobirama could feel Madara clutching his shirt tighter. “Because you love me.” It pained Tobirama so much to say this out loud. It begged the question of how much did he himself love Madara? Did he love Madara on the same level? It was so inevitable and so meaningless for Tobirama to compare. “ … and I love you. I … I love you, Madara.”

Madara hears the alignment to his own feelings from Tobirama, and this was what made his sobs finally simmer into hushed sniffles. His heart, his lungs, his eyes, all hurt, tire, and his whole body was overtaken with the awareness of fatigue. His blood was all over the place. Though he cannot see it, he can smell it. “M-Me too. I–” Madara took a deep breath. “I love you.” Madara sniffled one more time, and he sighed… releasing the tension and the anxiety, dumping it all out onto wherever it would go.

In this moment, Senju Tobirama knew for a fact that he was only sorry for this particular casualty of war because he loves Uchiha Madara. Under any other circumstances, he would not have known the man as deeply, he would not have known Madara was capable of such sanity in the clutches of such sorrow. If the situation was reversed, if Hashirama was ever taken from him, Tobirama would close himself and take a mission to level the Uchiha clan, destroying himself in the process as Uchiha Madara overpowers him and releases him from excruciating pain.

Love – how far should one go for love ? How much can one forgive, because of love ? Uchiha Madara tells him :  As far as one can go, and as much as possible.

This meme was brought to you by my 3AM thoughts