He’d become well acquainted with the pain of longing and yearning for something forever denied to you. No one else had ever stirred Tobirama like Izuna had and he hadn’t even had the solace of finding a new lover to help bury his memories of the dead Uchiha.
How could he crave another human being when he knew his one perfect match; the person who completed him in every perfect way was dead? Even their bodies seemed crafted to fit seamlessly together. Anyone else seemed like a poor fit and Senju Tobirama was a man who craved perfection. No one else could stimulate him mentally or give him the thrill of a challenge quite like Uchiha Izuna ever had.
And now here he was restored to him yet so distant and seemingly untouchable thanks to the confused resentment and anger he was radiating. Tobirama wanted nothing more than to reach out for him but the audible smack of that hand falling away was like hollow peal of a death bell ringing.
Deep down he knew his next words would only drive the wedge between them further and make the impassable distance between them all the more unbearable.
“I can’t.” He couldn’t risk Izuna getting out into Konoha uncontained. “Everyone thinks you’re dead and for now its better that way. I’ll…I’ll bring Madara here.” The idea of sharing this immensely private place of his with Madara was unpleasant to say the least. But for Izuna’s sake he would let even his worst enemy into his more private of spaces.
The question shouldn’t have been unexpected yet Tobirama still found himself surprised to hear it. They continued to kneel there on the cold stone ground with just a handful of space between them. All it would take was one of them reaching out to touch the other and the seemingly impenetrable distance between them would fall away to nothing.
“You’re the one who always said only you were allowed to kill me.” It should have been a jest, a comment made in the spirit of light hearted humor Izuna had always meant for it to be but the Senju sounded deadly serious as he looked at the man somberly.
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How could he crave another human being when he knew his one perfect match; the person who completed him in every perfect way was dead? Even their bodies seemed crafted to fit seamlessly together. Anyone else seemed like a poor fit and Senju Tobirama was a man who craved perfection. No one else could stimulate him mentally or give him the thrill of a challenge quite like Uchiha Izuna ever had.
And now here he was restored to him yet so distant and seemingly untouchable thanks to the confused resentment and anger he was radiating. Tobirama wanted nothing more than to reach out for him but the audible smack of that hand falling away was like hollow peal of a death bell ringing.
Deep down he knew his next words would only drive the wedge between them further and make the impassable distance between them all the more unbearable.
“I can’t.” He couldn’t risk Izuna getting out into Konoha uncontained. “Everyone thinks you’re dead and for now its better that way. I’ll…I’ll bring Madara here.” The idea of sharing this immensely private place of his with Madara was unpleasant to say the least. But for Izuna’s sake he would let even his worst enemy into his more private of spaces.
The question shouldn’t have been unexpected yet Tobirama still found himself surprised to hear it. They continued to kneel there on the cold stone ground with just a handful of space between them. All it would take was one of them reaching out to touch the other and the seemingly impenetrable distance between them would fall away to nothing.
“You’re the one who always said only you were allowed to kill me.” It should have been a jest, a comment made in the spirit of light hearted humor Izuna had always meant for it to be but the Senju sounded deadly serious as he looked at the man somberly.