The words rang in his head and the less stable parts of him wanted to yell at him that he would like that, wouldn't he? That he would like killing him again and again, a repeat of everything he did had done, a show to go with his dinner. And how long until he brought him back again to do it all over? A game! Truly!
But... he knew it wasn't that. The logical part knew, so he shook his head and looked away, moving with him a little as Tobirama propped himself up, his chest still against the other's armor. He knew that he still hadn't answered Tobirama, and he had a feeling that it was cruel to leave him not knowing if his lover wanted to live or die yet again.
So, he waited a moment longer, spitefully.
"No," he murmured, laying his cheek against the cool, unmoveable plates. He felt tired, but in mind, not in body; his body felt like it could go forever, never running out of energy, not too much, not too little. Sleep, food, both seemed foreign wastes, things he couldn't dream of wanting. Was it part of the jutsu?
Slowly, he closed his eyes and just relaxed to him. Tobirama had offered to release him, and that... that had to mean something. That sadness, that mourning, all of it felt real, and as good of a shinobi he may be, Izuna was the better emotional manipulator. That was something they both knew well. This? This wasn't Tobirama's forte.
The fact that he had done it at all said mountains.
"What are you going to do with me?" he asked quietly. "Leave me here forever? Have you thought that far ahead, dumb Senju?"
So, maybe that last parted sounded more like the old Izuna than he cared to admit.
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The words rang in his head and the less stable parts of him wanted to yell at him that he would like that, wouldn't he? That he would like killing him again and again, a repeat of everything he did had done, a show to go with his dinner. And how long until he brought him back again to do it all over? A game! Truly!
But... he knew it wasn't that. The logical part knew, so he shook his head and looked away, moving with him a little as Tobirama propped himself up, his chest still against the other's armor. He knew that he still hadn't answered Tobirama, and he had a feeling that it was cruel to leave him not knowing if his lover wanted to live or die yet again.
So, he waited a moment longer, spitefully.
"No," he murmured, laying his cheek against the cool, unmoveable plates. He felt tired, but in mind, not in body; his body felt like it could go forever, never running out of energy, not too much, not too little. Sleep, food, both seemed foreign wastes, things he couldn't dream of wanting. Was it part of the jutsu?
Slowly, he closed his eyes and just relaxed to him. Tobirama had offered to release him, and that... that had to mean something. That sadness, that mourning, all of it felt real, and as good of a shinobi he may be, Izuna was the better emotional manipulator. That was something they both knew well. This? This wasn't Tobirama's forte.
The fact that he had done it at all said mountains.
"What are you going to do with me?" he asked quietly. "Leave me here forever? Have you thought that far ahead, dumb Senju?"
So, maybe that last parted sounded more like the old Izuna than he cared to admit.