“I know you don’t, I don’t expect you to.” Tobirama agreed bleakly. Izuna was saying wasn’t anything he wasn’t already telling himself. He didn’t deserve the man’s forgiveness. What he’d done was unforgivable on so many levels and Izuna had every right to be angry with him…to hate him.
After all, as he’d said…he’d killed him not once, but twice. Sure, you could argue whether Izuna was truly ‘alive’ but it didn’t escape the fact that he was still sending the other man back to the Pure Lands against his will.
The film of tears in his eyes threatened to obscure his vision and burned fiercely. Tobirama blinked furiously in an attempt to clear his vision because he had to watch this. This terrible act he’d perpetrated on the other man.
Ironically enough, Hashirama looked more upset by the proceedings than his brother did. But then, he’d always been freer with his emotions. Unlike Tobirama, he’d never seen the point in hiding what he was feeling under a mask of icy indifference. “I want that too, trust me. I just want Madara to have the same thing.” He assured Izuna somewhat weakly. What more could he say to the man but that?
Tobirama met those hurt and angry eyes unflinchingly as Izuna’s hurtful words spilled over him in a venom-laced wave. The tenuous control he had on his own emotions threatened to shatter but deep down…he knew Izuna was saying nothing but the truth. And that truth was hurtful but it didn’t change the facts. He’d had no illusions about the morality of his actions and no doubt would have to face gods only knew what once his brother discovered just how perverse his jutsu truly was.
In that moment, he wanted nothing more than for a sword to come flying down from the heavens to impale him and put him out of his misery. But that was too easy, wasn’t it? Tobirama approached the rapidly disintegrating Uchiha whose corporeal form was flaking away like dried paper. Even though he had no right to, he still reached out to try and touch that tear-streaked face.
“You’re right, about everything.” He didn’t try and defend himself which made it worse in its own way. Tobirama knew in his heart of hearts that there would never be anyone else. How could he risk it when his own heart was prone to the same kind of poisoned, obsessive love that would put an Uchiha to shame? He was tainted…cursed just as Izuna had said. “I will still love you until the day I die. And if I’m allowed to enter the Pure Lands then…”
Those accursed tears were back again and it made his vision all watery and unsteady. “…you can kick my ass from here till eternity. Or until the next life where maybe we won’t be so cursed.”
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After all, as he’d said…he’d killed him not once, but twice. Sure, you could argue whether Izuna was truly ‘alive’ but it didn’t escape the fact that he was still sending the other man back to the Pure Lands against his will.
The film of tears in his eyes threatened to obscure his vision and burned fiercely. Tobirama blinked furiously in an attempt to clear his vision because he had to watch this. This terrible act he’d perpetrated on the other man.
Ironically enough, Hashirama looked more upset by the proceedings than his brother did. But then, he’d always been freer with his emotions. Unlike Tobirama, he’d never seen the point in hiding what he was feeling under a mask of icy indifference. “I want that too, trust me. I just want Madara to have the same thing.” He assured Izuna somewhat weakly. What more could he say to the man but that?
Tobirama met those hurt and angry eyes unflinchingly as Izuna’s hurtful words spilled over him in a venom-laced wave. The tenuous control he had on his own emotions threatened to shatter but deep down…he knew Izuna was saying nothing but the truth. And that truth was hurtful but it didn’t change the facts. He’d had no illusions about the morality of his actions and no doubt would have to face gods only knew what once his brother discovered just how perverse his jutsu truly was.
In that moment, he wanted nothing more than for a sword to come flying down from the heavens to impale him and put him out of his misery. But that was too easy, wasn’t it? Tobirama approached the rapidly disintegrating Uchiha whose corporeal form was flaking away like dried paper. Even though he had no right to, he still reached out to try and touch that tear-streaked face.
“You’re right, about everything.” He didn’t try and defend himself which made it worse in its own way. Tobirama knew in his heart of hearts that there would never be anyone else. How could he risk it when his own heart was prone to the same kind of poisoned, obsessive love that would put an Uchiha to shame? He was tainted…cursed just as Izuna had said. “I will still love you until the day I die. And if I’m allowed to enter the Pure Lands then…”
Those accursed tears were back again and it made his vision all watery and unsteady. “…you can kick my ass from here till eternity. Or until the next life where maybe we won’t be so cursed.”