𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 || Naruto x Harry Potter

Ⅰ

The world goes black around them in the blink of an eye. One second, Tobirama is breezing through rows and rows of enemies, the next second–gone.

The darkness is rich and loud and it screams at him, clawing into his mind. Tobirama pushes his chakra to the borders of his consciousness, forcing it to surpass whatever barrier is splitting him from reality, and bring him the fuck back!, but there's nothing.

He tries harder. His energy is pulsing through his body in irregular beats, going faster and faster. Tobirama blames it on the adrenaline.

He pushes further, faster, stronger, head throbbing by now. His senses are searching frantically for anything, any mistake he could use. But nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. No hook to pull, no bumps or irregularities to latch onto.

And the worst part is the numbness. Tobirama is a sensor with every fiber of his being. But right now? This genjutsu, this illusion (because that's what it must be) cuts him off completely. He can't even feel the genjutsu itself. There is no chakra surrounding him, nothing shimmering through the thick, heavy black.

It is humming around him, embracing him and it makes his senses tingle in all the wrong ways.

Tobirama doesn't give up easily. He doesn't give up at all, actually.

Being the younger brother, the smaller, the less talented one, he's learned that giving up isn't an option. He is disappointing enough by himself.

Analyze, strategize, overcome. That's how Tobirama deals with his problems.

His senses sharpen the instant something changes. The darkness grows louder, and a light appears, comes stretching across his vision.

The world twists.

It feels like a branch snapping in two, sending one end tumbling through the air from the force. Tobirama is pulled away, he is pressed very hard from all directions; he can not breathe, invisible forces tighten around his chest. His eyeballs are being pushed back into his skull and then—nothing. Once again.

Tobirama shifts in the stillness of his own mind.

He pushes his chakra and–

His eyes snap open with a breathless gasp and he blinks into uncomfortable brightness.

All battlefield-instincts kicking in he's on his feet the next blink. Tobirama stumbles. Stumbles! Senju Tobirama does not stumble. This whole day is turning into a disaster.

Tobirama takes note of the green grass under his feet that doesn't at all match the battlefield's dry and bloody ground, he takes note of the fresh, chilly air and clouded sky but doesn't pay it any mind.

Instead his eyes focus on a mob of spiky black hair and familiar eyes that are squinting at him.

He leaps towards the other figure and his kunai meets a second one.

Uchiha Madara's frown deepens even further, if possible. Their kunai scrape against each other, and Madara pushes him off, creating distance between them.

"Calm down, Senju", he spits out. Tobirama stares at him, the face he hates most in this world. Even after the potential truce between their clans, even after willingly starting to build Konoha side by side, he despises the man.

Madara keeps his hands up but still in reach of his own weapons. He knows not to drop his guard around Senju Tobirama.

Tobirama stares at the other's face. It looks strange, somehow...puffy. Childish, really. Madara's cheeks are rounder, eyes bigger, his hair is short, the way it was when they were kids.

He looks down at himself, at the Kunai in his hand and shivers. The knife feels familiar and he holds it with ease, but it looks big in his palm.

"We're small." He states.

"I guess so" the Uchiha says and it makes Tobirama snort in revulsion.

"I'll still kick your sorry ass," he hisses.

"Bring it on, Senju" None of them charges. Tobirama looks at Madara, disgust prominent on his features and the Uchiha sneers back at him, but they stay where they are.

Tobirama rolls his eyes and spreads his subconsciousness out to look for another life form apart from Madara's dark red chakra that's burning right in front of him.

A shiver runs down his spine as he carefully scans the unknown territory. 

Tobirama twitches, taken aback by the fact that his awareness grows thinner and weaker after only a few miles. He's weak.

It's the only reason he doesn't go temporarily blind at the bright golden light that suddenly fills his mind space.

There's an insane amount of pulsing energy somewhere southwest and it completely throws him off balance. He staggers a bit.

Uchiha Madara sizes him up warily and Tobirama pulls his senses back before nodding towards the presence which is now humming in a corner of his mental map.

"There's something," he says into the silence. "It's the only thing I can sense in miles, but it's huge."

"You're weaker than before aren't you," Madara ignores the information completely. His voice is wary like he's testing the waters, seeing if Tobirama's going to slit his throat right then and there. Tobirama narrows his eyes in a how dare you assume anything about me – manner.

Madara lifts a hand in response and flames flicker to life in his palm. Tobirama sees the chakra glow in his mind and it's not the same powerful force it usually is. Not weaker per se, just immature.

"Childrens' bodies," he says slowly, "childrens' prowess." Madara nods gravely and Tobirama curses. Fuck. 

"So, can you tell me what kind of fucking genjutsu is?" he asks the black haired. Because it's not like the man's the most powerful illusionist out there anyway. He wouldn't say it out loud.

"It isn't one," Madara deadpans, "You think I wouldn't have broken it?"

Tobirama wants to throw a Maybe you're just to weak, bastard at the man's ugly (child-like, but still ugly) face, but Madara continues.

"I'm thinking it's some of your Time-Space-Travel shit. How do I know this isn't your doing anyway?!" he snarls. Tobirama feels anger boil in his stomach.

"Why would I, fucking Uchiha-bastard?"

"Why wouldn't you, Senju-scum?!"

"Because I have better things to do, than being stuck here with you, you complete idiot!"

If looks could kill. In theory, Madara's flaring red eyes can kill.

Tobirama isn't bothered by that at all, instead he lays as much resentment and hate into his own stares as he can muster. Which is a lot.

It takes several seconds for him to notice the weird expression his own face has contorted in. Another second until he understands that they are pouting at each other.

Maybe his child body is affecting him more than he thought, Tobirama realizes while frantically trying to wipe the pout off his features.

Dammit. He really needs a way out of this, fast. 

New story, what are y'all thinking?

Characters too ooc? 

I try to portrait them the best I can, and honestly I think Madara's and Tobirama's dynamic is really funny to write.