Deep down, he knew Izuna wasn’t going to react well to the truth. It gathered like the breathless, dangerous calm right before a storm and sure enough when the Uchiha was finally shaken out of his stunned silence he reacted violently and with a viciousness which was painful to behold.
Instead of turning his teeth and fingers to tearing out Tobirama’s throat he instead savaged his wrist like some feral creature. He could hear the muscles and tendons give way, see the way that papery skin ripped away like the finest washi being torn asunder. It was horrible to regard especially considering no blood flowed from the wound and that savaged skin just seemed to flake back into place with stomach-churning serenity.
“You’re not a doll, Izuna. But this is the best I’ve been able to do. I’ve been trying to perfect this for years and this is the best I can manage, I’m sorry.” The wealth of sorrow and self-recrimination in the Senju’s words was unmistakable. He truly did regret the fact that even his own agile and genius intellect couldn’t fully restore his lover to life.
It didn’t matter that this jutsu was a wondrous achievement in its own horrible right. He’d found a way of cheating death itself albeit only in a limited fashion. Tobirama wasn’t a spiritual man but even he knew he was gambling with powers beyond his control by creating this particular jutsu. When he passed onto the next life, he fully expected to have to pay for the sins he’d done in this life and perhaps this beautiful and pervasive jutsu of his was his worst sin of all. It sought to upset the natural balance of life and death but even knowing that it didn’t stop him from perfecting his awful art and technique.
Restoring Izuna to life was worth the risk of his immortal soul and having to face a thousand years in hell.
“For as long as the jutsu is active.” Perhaps sensing that his continued touch only confused the Uchiha or made him all the more conflicted, Tobirama’s hands slowly drifted away from Izuna’s body to lie passively at his side. He slowly moved to prop himself up on his elbows in a half-reclining position.
“I can dismiss it if you want me to. I don’t want you to feel as though you’re some toy to be animated for my personal amusement, Izuna. Just say the word and I’ll release you.” It was the absolute last thing he wanted to do and his heart ached just thinking about it. But Tobirama’s moral compass was not so broken that it would allow him to force this false-life upon the Uchiha if he truly found it so horrible and unsavory.
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Date: 2015-09-15 04:29 am (UTC)Instead of turning his teeth and fingers to tearing out Tobirama’s throat he instead savaged his wrist like some feral creature. He could hear the muscles and tendons give way, see the way that papery skin ripped away like the finest washi being torn asunder. It was horrible to regard especially considering no blood flowed from the wound and that savaged skin just seemed to flake back into place with stomach-churning serenity.
“You’re not a doll, Izuna. But this is the best I’ve been able to do. I’ve been trying to perfect this for years and this is the best I can manage, I’m sorry.” The wealth of sorrow and self-recrimination in the Senju’s words was unmistakable. He truly did regret the fact that even his own agile and genius intellect couldn’t fully restore his lover to life.
It didn’t matter that this jutsu was a wondrous achievement in its own horrible right. He’d found a way of cheating death itself albeit only in a limited fashion. Tobirama wasn’t a spiritual man but even he knew he was gambling with powers beyond his control by creating this particular jutsu. When he passed onto the next life, he fully expected to have to pay for the sins he’d done in this life and perhaps this beautiful and pervasive jutsu of his was his worst sin of all. It sought to upset the natural balance of life and death but even knowing that it didn’t stop him from perfecting his awful art and technique.
Restoring Izuna to life was worth the risk of his immortal soul and having to face a thousand years in hell.
“For as long as the jutsu is active.” Perhaps sensing that his continued touch only confused the Uchiha or made him all the more conflicted, Tobirama’s hands slowly drifted away from Izuna’s body to lie passively at his side. He slowly moved to prop himself up on his elbows in a half-reclining position.
“I can dismiss it if you want me to. I don’t want you to feel as though you’re some toy to be animated for my personal amusement, Izuna. Just say the word and I’ll release you.” It was the absolute last thing he wanted to do and his heart ached just thinking about it. But Tobirama’s moral compass was not so broken that it would allow him to force this false-life upon the Uchiha if he truly found it so horrible and unsavory.