Too much. The look on Tobirama’s face, the sound of his words, the feel of that face in the palm of his hand; it was too much. Izuna breathed out of habit rather than necessity, but it was quick, his brow furrowing as he watched the strongest structure of a person crumble from erosion in front of him. Tobirama was breaking.
No, worse.
Tobirama was crying.
Izuna felt it first on his fingers because he swore his eyes were deceiving him; the Senju didn’t cry. He probably hadn’t cried when Izuna died, and there was no reason to do so now. Had Hashirama been killed while he was in here? Was there something going on out there that he wasn’t telling Izuna? Had he come to tell him that he couldn’t ever leave this room?
Had he come to tell him something worse?
“Is...my brother okay?”
Burning his skin had barely hurt, but this was a new level of pain, something crueler, sharper, something no amount of resurrection and death could spare him. Fear was far more savage than any other emotion. His hand shook on the other’s face before he dispelled the dread and tightened his hold, enough to still be kind, but not hiding the worry any more. He couldn’t keep it from his eyes, anyway; he was open to the other, in ways that had both helped and hindered.
Watching Tobirama cry...it made him want to follow suit. When the strongest piece of the world breaks apart in front of you, what was left standing anymore?
“I love you, too.” He bit his bottom lip, whispering the words that spelled doom for them both. “You know that. You...have known that for awhile, haven’t you?”
He let his hand fall away, and he stood up on his tiptoes to catch one of tears with his lips. “Tell me what’s wrong before I go find out for myself.”
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Date: 2015-09-28 02:52 am (UTC)No, worse.
Tobirama was crying.
Izuna felt it first on his fingers because he swore his eyes were deceiving him; the Senju didn’t cry. He probably hadn’t cried when Izuna died, and there was no reason to do so now. Had Hashirama been killed while he was in here? Was there something going on out there that he wasn’t telling Izuna? Had he come to tell him that he couldn’t ever leave this room?
Had he come to tell him something worse?
“Is...my brother okay?”
Burning his skin had barely hurt, but this was a new level of pain, something crueler, sharper, something no amount of resurrection and death could spare him. Fear was far more savage than any other emotion. His hand shook on the other’s face before he dispelled the dread and tightened his hold, enough to still be kind, but not hiding the worry any more. He couldn’t keep it from his eyes, anyway; he was open to the other, in ways that had both helped and hindered.
Watching Tobirama cry...it made him want to follow suit. When the strongest piece of the world breaks apart in front of you, what was left standing anymore?
“I love you, too.” He bit his bottom lip, whispering the words that spelled doom for them both. “You know that. You...have known that for awhile, haven’t you?”
He let his hand fall away, and he stood up on his tiptoes to catch one of tears with his lips. “Tell me what’s wrong before I go find out for myself.”