Red and Blue: A Colored Mess (Reader X Tobirama Senju)

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The skies mourned the loss as if they understood the little girl as she sat huddled on the veranda. The heavy downpour splashed, wetting her shoes and tights as she pulled her knees to her chest. The tear-stained cheeks were enough to give away that she had been crying; no one needed to see the bloodshot and puffy eyes.

She felt alone. So alone. Alone and empty. Barren. Void. Hollow. Dark.

Words, feelings, and emotions that no young child should ever have to endure.

There was a stark contrast to the atmosphere inside compared to outside. While there was a lingering sadness, the chatter and laughs took it over. Mourning was something that everyone handled differently. The girl couldn't understand why everyone was so happy. What was there to be happy about? How could they be acting that way on a day like this?

The door opened behind the h/c, but she didn't move to address whoever stepped out. She was pretty sure she knew who it was. She had a few options of who it could be. Would her father send one of her brothers? Would one of her brothers decide to come out? Or would her father actually be the one to find her?

The footsteps were too light to be the brooding man she called father. Thinking it was one of her brothers, she spoke, "I just want to be alone." Hollow and empty. Her tone matched her heart and soul. It was a lie. The last thing she wanted in the world was to be alone.

"I didn't ask what you wanted," The voice and tone struck the girl's ears, and she quickly turned to look behind her. Did he know she was lying?

Eight-year-old Tobirama Senju stood there. His cute little suit and tie, a pretty and dark blue, with his white shirt beneath his jacket. His red eyes were heavy with melancholy, though they were bright simultaneously as he looked at the six-year-old. She was dressed in a black dress, puffy and girly- far from what she wanted to be in. Her sweater was missing- red in color.

The girl's face scrunched, "Go away, Blue," she snapped before turning away. Blue? She's never called him that before.

The boy chuckled as he pulled his jacket off. Draping it over her shoulders, he directed, "Move over, Red."

The girl huffed something between a laugh and sob, but she still complied as she shifted over for Tobirama to sit. The boy leaned back on his hands as he watched the skies continue to pour their tears. He didn't know what to say, but he just couldn't stand to see her sitting there alone. When he heard her voice sound so tired, he knew she was lying. So young, pure of heart, and already trying to prove to the world she was strong and independent.

"What do you want?" She mumbled as her chin sat on her knees.

Tobirama shrugged, an awkward move with the position he was sitting in. "I just wanted some fresh air," he heard the girl snort. "You looked like you could use some company," he cut his eyes over, "Red."

Y/n moved, burying her face into her knees now as the blush crept to her cheeks, "Shut up," the muffled retort made the boy laugh lightly.

The silence settled over the two once again. The rain still battered the small town. The people inside acted as if there wasn't a care in the world. For the girl, though, the world had seemed to stop turning. Just days ago, she had found her mother's body- lifeless and still. Today was the day she was laid to rest. The day everyone came to pay their respects. To give gifts and their touching words.

Y/n didn't want gifts. Y/n didn't wish to hear their words. She didn't want to feel their touch. She didn't want to watch as they all continued living while her mother was dead. She didn't want to watch HIM live- while her mother lay dead in the ground. It wasn't fair. None of it was fair.