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May. 22nd, 2019 02:26 pmI have been defeated by the high pollen count, so now I can't think. I did manage to write some today though. If I can finish, this bit's gonna be fun.
Senju Hashirama stared at his younger brother and felt the world drop out from under him. He could hear Izuna's voice, gently laying out all of his brother's secrets and wondered exactly when he had forgotten why he had dreamed of peace.
Izuna continued speaking and the words were unbearably loud. He wanted to shut his ears and turn away. He'd rather be back at war than listen to his brother's secrets be unwillingly spilled.
He stepped forward, ignored Madara's sudden grip on his sleeve and the way the Uchiha next to his brother placed a hand on his katana.
"Stop it," he snapped.
Uchiha Izuna looked at him with Sharingan eyes and he flinched, looking away. His brother's eyes flicked toward him and Hashirama couldn't read his facial expressions anymore, hadn't been able to read them since they were five and Tobirama had started withdrawing from them all. A thought struck him then and the earth under his feet, rumbled, cracked. He felt like the Earth just before an earthquake, like the forest on a moonless night.
He turned slowly, fully, to face his brother. Tobirama was paler than he'd ever seen him. The bright green of the veins on his neck stood out starkly and the tattoos out on his face, looked like they were about to start bleeding. He stiffened further underneath Hashirama's gaze.