𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 & ωαтєя

Emptiness

Izuna and Madara walk to their shared home, trying to puzzle to who that voice could belong, "Maybe Tobirama has a boyfriend?" Izuna asks. Madara sits in the living room, and his thoughts grow to upset, "Tobirama is too cold to date; he's known as the ice prince, after all." Izuna yawns and stretches, "We should head to bed; we can stalk Tobirama later." Madara snorts, "He's the best chakra tracker in the nation; the fuck you mean we can stalk him later." Izuna shrugs and heads to his room, Madara, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. He tried to sleep for about two hours now, groaning. Finally, he gets out of bed and goes for a walk. The moon is high in the sky, and Madara can't help but feel empty. On nights like this, he'd meet her, the Ivory Wraith with no name, only it was winter then. The cold air causes her long white hair to flow, and she dances on top of the water's surface. She was hauntingly beautiful, pure, and pale like the snow that fell to the ground. That night, it was all a misunderstanding. He wishes he could see her again to tell her the truth. Mito had one too many sake drinks, and she became flirty with him, but he wouldn't do that to his best friend, let alone the woman he loved. When he left the drunk woman in her room, he walked out of Hashirama's shared home with Mito. She had left the door slightly opened; it was closed before, and the red ribbon was on the floor. Then, like the phantom, she vanished and was never seen again. Madara sighs and looks at the skies. The pale moonlight feels like an insult without her to grace its beauty. The warm spring air flows across his face, and he continues to walk. He goes home after the skies are painted with hues of sunrise. He'll have Hashirama do all the paperwork today.