Only a suicidal fool would willingly bare his throat to an insane Uchiha. But Tobirama had made peace with the idea that Izuna might not be happy until he’d taken from him the very thing he’d stolen from the Uchiha—his life. And it was a price he was willing to pay.
The violent way the shorter man started to squeeze his throat immediately closed off his windpipe and made it impossible for Tobirama to draw in any real breath. His instincts were screaming at him to strike out…to knock those hands away and fight for his life. Instead, he ignored his own survival instincts and stood there as passively as he could as Izuna’s grip tightened further.
A somber sort of resignation settled on the Senju’s face and his expression grew more and grimmer as Izuna railed at him viciously. Each comment was like a hot flail digging pieces of his very soul out. Tobirama wanted to argue he back but he couldn’t have formed words if he’d wanted to. That pale face had gone red as his body desperately tried to draw in any oxygen it could but it was all but impossible with that punishing grip around his throat closing off his windpipe.
His arms felt as though they weighed a ton but Tobirama managed to move the hand which had been holding on limply to Izuna’s wrist still to move up shakily so that he could reach out to touch that beloved face on final time. Something suspiciously close to tears gleamed wetly in the albino’s ruddy colored red eyes and Izuna would be able to feel the flinch that ran through him as he coldly told his former lover about how he’d spent over a week dying by Tobirama’s hand. Izuna was one of the few people who probably knew the Senju well enough to read the subtle signs of grief and regret in the man’s otherwise impassive face.
He hadn’t known…if he’d known he would have gone to him in an instant but Izuna had no interest in hearing those excuses and honestly, what was the point. Would his regret unmake the mistakes of the past? Would it bring his lover back to life?
His vision had begun to grow gray and dark around the edges as a weak sort of lassitude stole through Tobirama. It felt as though his knees were turning to water and that they couldn’t support his own weight any more.
Finally…finally that chokehold on his throat was loosening and even as Izuna sank down to the ground, the coughing and weakened Senju found himself following suit. Shaky hands kept him upright but even that was nearly too much for him. Tobirama had to take a few precious moments to greedily suck in air before he could speak.
“I…love you. Should have…told…you it…before.” His throat was absolutely killing him and each word felt like sandpaper dragging across his raw larynx. He’d have a lurid ring of fingerprint shaped marks around his throat thanks to Izuna’s grip. “I should have…told you. I’m sorry.”
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Date: 2015-09-11 01:01 am (UTC)The violent way the shorter man started to squeeze his throat immediately closed off his windpipe and made it impossible for Tobirama to draw in any real breath. His instincts were screaming at him to strike out…to knock those hands away and fight for his life. Instead, he ignored his own survival instincts and stood there as passively as he could as Izuna’s grip tightened further.
A somber sort of resignation settled on the Senju’s face and his expression grew more and grimmer as Izuna railed at him viciously. Each comment was like a hot flail digging pieces of his very soul out. Tobirama wanted to argue he back but he couldn’t have formed words if he’d wanted to. That pale face had gone red as his body desperately tried to draw in any oxygen it could but it was all but impossible with that punishing grip around his throat closing off his windpipe.
His arms felt as though they weighed a ton but Tobirama managed to move the hand which had been holding on limply to Izuna’s wrist still to move up shakily so that he could reach out to touch that beloved face on final time. Something suspiciously close to tears gleamed wetly in the albino’s ruddy colored red eyes and Izuna would be able to feel the flinch that ran through him as he coldly told his former lover about how he’d spent over a week dying by Tobirama’s hand. Izuna was one of the few people who probably knew the Senju well enough to read the subtle signs of grief and regret in the man’s otherwise impassive face.
He hadn’t known…if he’d known he would have gone to him in an instant but Izuna had no interest in hearing those excuses and honestly, what was the point. Would his regret unmake the mistakes of the past? Would it bring his lover back to life?
His vision had begun to grow gray and dark around the edges as a weak sort of lassitude stole through Tobirama. It felt as though his knees were turning to water and that they couldn’t support his own weight any more.
Finally…finally that chokehold on his throat was loosening and even as Izuna sank down to the ground, the coughing and weakened Senju found himself following suit. Shaky hands kept him upright but even that was nearly too much for him. Tobirama had to take a few precious moments to greedily suck in air before he could speak.
“I…love you. Should have…told…you it…before.” His throat was absolutely killing him and each word felt like sandpaper dragging across his raw larynx. He’d have a lurid ring of fingerprint shaped marks around his throat thanks to Izuna’s grip. “I should have…told you. I’m sorry.”