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- i hear you -
Spirits roamed this war-ridden world. Very few could see them, less could speak to them, and none knew of one who could ever cause the free spirits to listen. Izuna Uchiha of the Uchiha clan was one such person⏤ who sees, listens, and is listened to. She prefers to listen, however, to the sweet whispers of melody known as their voices. Their twinkling laughter of innocence was pleasing to the ear, yet their bone-chilling cries caused those who can listen to shudder in sorrow.
She shuts them out as soon as she was forced to take up her blade, however, she closed her eyes to the blood she spilled, ears deaf to their shrieks of despair as a blade⏤ her blade sinks into flesh and spills blood.
(Izuna gagged at the metallic scent. It horrified her how her blood sang as she killed and killed and killed⏤)
Izuna loved their laughter.
(It reminded her of the innocence she lost⏤ and was never given a chance to nurture and protect.)
She loved laying down by the river far beyond the compound walls, feet damp as the river swept and circled her bare ankles, cooling her from the heat and soothing her mind from the endless wars that plagued her life. Izuna lay there, eyes closed to the world as she smiled at the melodies as spirits danced around her, placing a flower on her ear as they chattered endless words⏤ secrets of the world known by few were delivered on a silver platter into her ears. It was nonsense to her though. If she didn't know, then there was no need to report it to her father.
(This was her peace.)
::
Tobirama found himself admiring a woman.
He found her during one of his patrols during the day, having received a signal from his sensory abilities of a foreign chakra right at the border. Her chakra was warm, soothing yet firm. It was there, yet it also wasn't.
(It felt like his mother's: A fierce and soothing feeling. Like an underwater fire. Something that fought against the world with a kindly smile and a warm heart.)
She was beautiful. More than anything he had ever known. Many clans were endowed with beauty above what civilians and the normal folk hold, but she had this charm that drew even the coldest ice towards her. She had silky, smooth, yet ruffled hair that reached her waist and tickled her cheeks. He adored her raven eyes that twinkled in mirth as she remembered or listened to something he neither knows nor hears.
(It never crossed his mind that she was one of those damned Uchiha. Beautiful as those pyromaniacs may be, he believed with a firm will they held vile hearts.)
::
She had been left behind as her father and her brother traveled to the battlefield where their foes, the Senju, had laid awaiting for the Uchiha forces to clash against them, having a taciturn agreement to never involve the normal folk.
(She would deny with all her being the relief she had felt when had learned of their departure without her.)
Wide sleeves fluttered as Izuna stepped towards her usual place. Hours had already passed since her remaining family had gone, and Izuna knew the two clans had clashed and were at the peak of their bloodlust. Her fingers twitched as the scent of blood penetrated her senses, and she halted in her steps. Concern, hesitation, and mild irritation swirled within her.
Izuna wanted to help, only the spirits that constantly surrounded her knew how badly she wished to assist the injured she knew awaited her should she pass this thicket. But.... what if it was an enemy? Or worse, a Senju.
A pained groan reached her ears and Izuna's hesitation all but vanished, and she leaped hurriedly, caution thrown to the wind as she produced a first aid kit from her sleeves.
The first thing she saw was white.
Her hands tightened her hold on the items as her heart thundered. Blood rushed into her ears and roared as memories replayed over and over again.
Izuna closed her eyes and silently assisted the injured boy.
There were many clans that had the same white hair. The Hatake Clan, settled far south, was a prime example of this. So she shoved her fears and buried them deep within as she concentrated on this boy's wounds.
The next thing she noticed, was that this white-haired unnamed boy was that he was only in his inner robes. Heat crept up her neck and into her ears, and she was well aware of the red that graced her ears. As soon as she finished dressing the wounds, he settled him in a more comfortable position, using her lap as a pillow.
How embarrassing...
She removed her outer robe and draped it across him, warming the male up. She had removed his upper clothes, head hazy with mortification as she did so, in order to reach the wounds and hung it up on a nearby branch to dry.
Izuna sighed, adjusting the boy so that as soon as he would awaken, she would notice and could quickly cover his eyes before he could see her rather..... indecent form. She huffed quietly, absentmindedly twirling a lock of her raven hair as she listened to the river spirits' chatters and the forest spirits' songs.
(She hadn't noticed the creeping red on the boy's ears.)
