He wasn’t expecting the suddenly slow and lingering kiss but Tobirama certainly wasn’t going to complain about it! A shuddery little sigh escaped him and was captured by Izuna’s mouth as they exchanged a series of tender and languid kisses. It was the kind of kiss that left a warm fluttery sensation in the pit of your stomach and had toes curling. Not the sort of kiss he expected to share with his mortal enemy but compared to the downright combative kisses they’d been exchanging before this was downright…sweet.
The moon was high enough now that it illuminated them adequately enough to make out the subtle redness to their cheeks and it cast an eerie light to the Senju’s colorless hair. Callused fingertips stroked and feathered across the Uchiha’s shoulder as the kiss dragged on pleasantly.
He’d been so wrapped up in Izuna that Tobirama hadn’t even noticed the approaching chakra signatures. But even as distracted as he was by his lover, he’d recognize Hashirama’s familiar warm chakra anywhere. That pale head jerked up suddenly as red eyes went wide with a combination of surprise and dismay.
“Someone is coming. Shit, Hashirama—“ Tobirama started to warn his ‘lover’ but then there was the firm and sharp ’kai’ and the genjutsu melted away abruptly.
For Hashirama the sight of his beloved brother just standing there stock still with his sword laying there limp at his feet from where slack fingers had released the hilt had been a chilling and horrible one. Only the fact that Izuna had been just as enraptured in maintaining the genjutsu had no doubt kept the Uchiha from doing something untoward towards his brother.
When the breathless and near hysterical Katsuo had come crashing into their scouting party, it had taken the younger Senju nearly a minute to regain his breath enough to inform his clan head of the dangerous situation he’d been forced to leave Tobirama in. In truth, Hashirama had been secretly terrified he’d come racing in to discover his sole living blood relative cold and dead much like he’d found Itama all those years.
Instead he’d found an equally bone-chilling tableau but all it took was one look at the spinning crimson wheel of that active Sharingan to realize what Izuna had been up to. The brunette ninja had made the hand seals and barked that order to release the illusion.
For Tobirama it was like having a bucket of ice cold water dumped over his head. The shock and confusion of trying to figure out what was reality and what was not was jarring to the senses and to the mind. Red eyes stared dully across the distance at Izuna for a moment before life and coherence returned and suddenly, everything became horrifically clear to him.
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Date: 2015-09-15 02:57 am (UTC)The moon was high enough now that it illuminated them adequately enough to make out the subtle redness to their cheeks and it cast an eerie light to the Senju’s colorless hair. Callused fingertips stroked and feathered across the Uchiha’s shoulder as the kiss dragged on pleasantly.
He’d been so wrapped up in Izuna that Tobirama hadn’t even noticed the approaching chakra signatures. But even as distracted as he was by his lover, he’d recognize Hashirama’s familiar warm chakra anywhere. That pale head jerked up suddenly as red eyes went wide with a combination of surprise and dismay.
“Someone is coming. Shit, Hashirama—“ Tobirama started to warn his ‘lover’ but then there was the firm and sharp ’kai’ and the genjutsu melted away abruptly.
For Hashirama the sight of his beloved brother just standing there stock still with his sword laying there limp at his feet from where slack fingers had released the hilt had been a chilling and horrible one. Only the fact that Izuna had been just as enraptured in maintaining the genjutsu had no doubt kept the Uchiha from doing something untoward towards his brother.
When the breathless and near hysterical Katsuo had come crashing into their scouting party, it had taken the younger Senju nearly a minute to regain his breath enough to inform his clan head of the dangerous situation he’d been forced to leave Tobirama in. In truth, Hashirama had been secretly terrified he’d come racing in to discover his sole living blood relative cold and dead much like he’d found Itama all those years.
Instead he’d found an equally bone-chilling tableau but all it took was one look at the spinning crimson wheel of that active Sharingan to realize what Izuna had been up to. The brunette ninja had made the hand seals and barked that order to release the illusion.
For Tobirama it was like having a bucket of ice cold water dumped over his head. The shock and confusion of trying to figure out what was reality and what was not was jarring to the senses and to the mind. Red eyes stared dully across the distance at Izuna for a moment before life and coherence returned and suddenly, everything became horrifically clear to him.