Blood Lust

Chapter 22

Tobirama rushed back into the castle to find Hashirama and Madara just walking out of the hallway. Both men seemed nonchalant and giddy which was the complete opposite of what Tobirama expected to find. When they finally noticed Tobirama walking in from outside, that's when their smiles dropped into concerned frowns.

"Where did you go?" Hashirama asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Did you not see the note that I left for you?" Tobirama questioned back.

"We were a bit distracted," Hashirama answered sheepishly. His eyes glanced over to Madara wearing a smug grin on his face.

"Hm?" Madara hummed, studying Tobirama. "What's this?"

Cold fingers tugged around the collar of his shirt, exposing little red and purple marks on his neck.

"Love bites?" Madara chuckled.

Tobirama quickly covered his neck with his hand while his cheeks burned a vibrant red. He hadn't realized Izuna left traces of him along his body.

"What!" Hashirama shrieked before looking at his younger brother. His voice was so shrill that someone could have easily mistaken him for being in danger. "What the hell!"

"Calm down, Hashirama," Tobirama grumbled.

Madara searched around the messy area with his eyes and spotted the note on a table that hadn't been destroyed yet. He walked over and read over it with a smirk on his face. It told him everything he needed to know.

"Oh, so you took my advice after all?" Madara chuckled.

"What advice, Madara?" Hashirama scowled.

"According to this, he met up with my brother to gather information," Madara laughed, dangling the note between his fingers. "He seems to like Tobirama so I just casually mentioned having a bit of fun with him. I figured it would help us all out. I didn't think he'd actually do it, though."

Hashirama's mouth fell open. His eyes were wide in disbelief. If his body was capable of showing color, he'd surely be red-faced with anger.

"You told him to sleep with your brother!" Hashirama howled. "Did you not know he was a virgin!"

A roar of laughter erupted from Madara. Tobirama sank his face into his hands to hide his embarrassment.

"This isn't funny, Madara!" Hashirama scolded. "I can't believe you would suggest something like that! He's my brother!"

Hashirama pulled Tobirama into a protective hug, squishing his face in his arms. He wore an appalled look towards Madara, who couldn't control his laughter.

"I swear, I'm gonna kick your ass for ruining his innocence!" Hashirama continued to shout.

"You're embarrassing me!" Tobirama groaned. "I actually hate both of you!"

"Oh, Hashi," Madara laughed. "It would have happened anyways! His little half-breed heart races for my brother! You should understand how that goes!"

Hashirama only squeezed Tobirama into a more suffocating hold. His angry eyes were settled on Madara, silently plotting revenge for later.

"We have more important things to talk about other than my love life!" Tobirama argued, prying himself free of Hashirama's grasp.

"What? Did you not satisfy him enough and he's still coming after us?" Madara questioned in a snarky tone. He wiped away his tears from laughing, unaware of the news to come.

Tobirama rolled his eyes and did his best to ignore the comment.

"Does the name Obito ring a bell?" Tobirama continued.

The grin on Madara's face was wiped completely off. He settled into a stern stare. "Yes, he was the one who turned my brother and I. He should be dead. Why do you bring him up?"

"He had showed up briefly when Izuna and I were talking about my origins," Tobirama explained. "I didn't think it was possible to see your brother cower in fear."

At first, Madara felt relief that his brother wasn't acting alone. Sure, he was angry with Madara, but something never felt right about the situation. Madara's fists were clenched and his chest was heaving. Suddenly, anger ripped through him like tidal waves. The man that murdered his family and forced him into this eternal hell was still alive.

His rage turned into a tantrum. Furniture began to fly across the room and bust onto the walls. Hashirama and Tobirama could only watch in disbelief at his rage. It sent a bit of terror in both of them.

"Madara!" Hashirama shouted in hopes of stopping his fit. "Save your anger!"

"He should be dead!" Madara roared as debris flew around him. "That bastard has probably been waiting for me to show my face!"

"Will you just stop for a moment so we can think!" Hashirama shouted, dodging splintered wood to get to Madara. He had to maneuver around Madara's speed to get ahold of him and stop him from destroying anything else.

"I--I can go back to find out more information," Tobirama suggested timidly. This was the first time since their initial meeting since he saw Madara so violent. He seemed far more terrifying at his peak of anger. He was a little grateful to be on his side, because he couldn't imagine fighting him like this.

"I need you to convince Izuna to come back here," Madara panted. "Even if you have to tell him you'll help him work against us. Please---just get him away from Obito."

Tobirama nodded, relieved to see him calm again.

"Would it be dangerous for Tobirama?" Hashirama asked. "Especially if this man invokes such emotion out of you?"

Madara shook his head, "He doesn't realize we are connected. I doubt Izuna has told him about Tobirama, given the fact that Obito didn't react to his presence."

"How do we know he's even looking for you?" Tobirama prodded. "You've been roaming around for years, haven't you? How did he not find you sooner?"

"I've laid low, only sticking to areas close to my castle," Madara explained. "My existence only got stirred up again when Hashirama came around. I'm sure Izuna has fed him everything he needs to know about me. Obito is likely hoping I'll come running after my brother so he can get to me. I don't think he has forgotten that I tried to kill him."

Hashirama answered with a 'hmph.' The situation is only getting more complicated for them. Izuna wasn't their problem, after all. A greater darkness loomed over them, waiting for the perfect moment to wreak havoc on their peace.