They had fought like cats and dogs nearly as often as they’d gotten along. Perhaps it was to be expected when two people who should be mortal enemies found themselves entangled in an emotional affair such as the one they’d had.
A Senju and an Uchiha being lovers was unheard of as far as he knew but Tobirama had never been so arrogant as to think the predicament he and Izuna had faced was unique. But just as they’d been obligated to keep their relationship a secret, so too had anyone else who’d ever found themselves in their shoes.
But things were different now, weren’t they? Senju and Uchiha had found a way of putting aside their differences and living together in peace if not in perfect harmony. Tobirama knew of at least four or five couples from both clans who had even embarked on the shaky first steps of romance together. Perhaps one day soon the clans would be united in marriage as well as in peace.
Tobirama tried to not begrudge his clansmen and clanswomen their happiness but it left an embittered taste in his mouth because he and Izuna had never been granted that same opportunity. Their courting had been in secret and shrouded in shameful silence.
“Live? As what? Some monster or abomination as you put it?” That low-blow was low as could be and physically had the Senju recoiling ever so slightly. Hurt could be seen flashing through his curiously red eyes before they hardened once more. Tobirama could sense how things were wheeling out of control and he could all but dictate the path they were currently on. They would snap and snarl at one another and hurl around words meant to hurt and wound. This discordant path was a well-worn one and one he was utterly sick of. The last thing he wanted to do was waste even a seconds worth of time with Izuna butting heads and verbally flaying each other.
But Izuna’s words got under his skin just like they always did and he found himself reacting to them despite his better judgment. “That’s ironic coming from the man who was just trying to strangle me less than ten minutes ago.” Now who was pulling out the low-blows?
The Senju looked away as well, that pale face set in grim and stark lines. “What do you want me to do, Izuna? You claim you want to see your brother but you then turn around and say he’s just going to try and destroy you and kill me. That’s not exactly encouraging me to bring him here.”
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Date: 2015-09-23 03:03 am (UTC)A Senju and an Uchiha being lovers was unheard of as far as he knew but Tobirama had never been so arrogant as to think the predicament he and Izuna had faced was unique. But just as they’d been obligated to keep their relationship a secret, so too had anyone else who’d ever found themselves in their shoes.
But things were different now, weren’t they? Senju and Uchiha had found a way of putting aside their differences and living together in peace if not in perfect harmony. Tobirama knew of at least four or five couples from both clans who had even embarked on the shaky first steps of romance together. Perhaps one day soon the clans would be united in marriage as well as in peace.
Tobirama tried to not begrudge his clansmen and clanswomen their happiness but it left an embittered taste in his mouth because he and Izuna had never been granted that same opportunity. Their courting had been in secret and shrouded in shameful silence.
“Live? As what? Some monster or abomination as you put it?” That low-blow was low as could be and physically had the Senju recoiling ever so slightly. Hurt could be seen flashing through his curiously red eyes before they hardened once more. Tobirama could sense how things were wheeling out of control and he could all but dictate the path they were currently on. They would snap and snarl at one another and hurl around words meant to hurt and wound. This discordant path was a well-worn one and one he was utterly sick of. The last thing he wanted to do was waste even a seconds worth of time with Izuna butting heads and verbally flaying each other.
But Izuna’s words got under his skin just like they always did and he found himself reacting to them despite his better judgment. “That’s ironic coming from the man who was just trying to strangle me less than ten minutes ago.” Now who was pulling out the low-blows?
The Senju looked away as well, that pale face set in grim and stark lines. “What do you want me to do, Izuna? You claim you want to see your brother but you then turn around and say he’s just going to try and destroy you and kill me. That’s not exactly encouraging me to bring him here.”