The look on Izuna’s face was withering, annoyed, one Tobirama knew all too well. Fights? They got into fights all the time when he was alive, cold and revolving and sometimes attention seeking, sometimes frustrated by the cruelty of war. There were days when Izuna would come to him all teeth and fight and wanting nothing more than just to feel something, anything to be reminded what living and heartache was like. Tobirama’s motivations for such verbal entanglements seemed a mystery to him; he hadn’t thought to even assume what they could be.
But now, something told him that he already knew.
“I didn’t say that!” he snapped back, slapping at the armor lightly, annoyed. “I’m simply reminding you that my brother might not react the way you think he might. I already told you that I didn’t want you to release it; are you going to do it anyway? When I finally show a desire to live, are you going to betray me once again?”
Low blow. Horribly low blow, but he couldn’t help it; it almost sounded as if Tobirama was giving him an ultimatum, even if he knew that he wasn’t. Anger was getting the better of him, and while he wanted to pull away, wanted to move and get to his own feet, he refused. Let Tobirama shove him off. Let him become cold and cruel.
Izuna could be just as bad.
Strange eyes blinked, before he growled and shoved his hands against the armor. Really? Did he just say that?
“Anyone can die, Senju bastard. Sometimes, it’s who we let in closest to us that kills us,” he growled, narrowing his gaze. “Even if I couldn’t, my brother could. And that’s not even the point I was making! You’re so damn stubborn, you can’t see anything else from someone else’s eyes! Red eyes, and they aren’t even good for anything!”
He sighed and shook his head, dark hair swaying. When he spoke, it was a shameful mutter, something sulky, angry that he dared to utter it at all. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew, but it was free anyway. “I don’t want you to die. That is all.”
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But now, something told him that he already knew.
“I didn’t say that!” he snapped back, slapping at the armor lightly, annoyed. “I’m simply reminding you that my brother might not react the way you think he might. I already told you that I didn’t want you to release it; are you going to do it anyway? When I finally show a desire to live, are you going to betray me once again?”
Low blow. Horribly low blow, but he couldn’t help it; it almost sounded as if Tobirama was giving him an ultimatum, even if he knew that he wasn’t. Anger was getting the better of him, and while he wanted to pull away, wanted to move and get to his own feet, he refused. Let Tobirama shove him off. Let him become cold and cruel.
Izuna could be just as bad.
Strange eyes blinked, before he growled and shoved his hands against the armor. Really? Did he just say that?
“Anyone can die, Senju bastard. Sometimes, it’s who we let in closest to us that kills us,” he growled, narrowing his gaze. “Even if I couldn’t, my brother could. And that’s not even the point I was making! You’re so damn stubborn, you can’t see anything else from someone else’s eyes! Red eyes, and they aren’t even good for anything!”
He sighed and shook his head, dark hair swaying. When he spoke, it was a shameful mutter, something sulky, angry that he dared to utter it at all. He knew he shouldn’t. He knew, but it was free anyway. “I don’t want you to die. That is all.”