Never Meant To Be

Unexpected

Expect the unexpected

The next morning, Hashirama and Madara were already awake. They left their little brothers back in the very, VERY same room, not that Madara would mind about Izuna with Tobirama in the same tatami room. He was working on a scroll that was due tomorrow, and he couldn't miss that deadline, for who knows what would happen if he does. Not that he was having a hard time, it's that he's been up all night with no sleep for even the faintest second, being the very anxious person he is. Meanwhile with Hashirama, he's doing the same, except it's about newcomers coming or visiting the village. He'd have meetings for later; after early noon passes on.

Tobirama had woken up the next morning, feeling a bit of a hangover as a result of his too much alcohol consumption the previous night. He looked over in Izuna's direction, who was also waking up with a pretty bad headache, as he was feeling his hangover as well. The two of them had their own experiences with the aftermath of drinking too much, but at least they were back, and still very well alive. Not that well, though.

He definitely would not want to touch another bottle of alcohol for quite some time after that experience.

Both were laying on a futon on different sides of the room, Tobirama on the right with Izuna on the left. He was still laying down on his side, facing a corner, his hair a mess but not too much that it looked good on him.

He groaned quietly, feeling a headache, sitting up. He wasn't very fond of these body aches, especially in the head, much more worse. It felt like a heavy boulder was seriously implanted IN his forehead.

Ah, fuck. For crying out loud... Izuna felt like he was going to die any moment, but noo he had to deal with this damned pain in the stomach and in the head. Good thing he wasn't dizzy, because if he was, he'd have to vomit. He didn't notice the pair of eyes that were watching him as he sat up on the futon very, VERY carefully.

Tobirama couldn't even get a word out from how bad his current condition was, he shouldn't of have drank that much last night... Now both of them had to pay with this neverending aches in their bodies. He merely laid down on the futon on a side position, laying down flat on his back would make him feel even worse. He wasn't even surprised at this point, that they both were placed in the same room, just so that they could be kept an eye on at the same time without of having to go to another place. The Senju Party was just getting started, and the real fun was going to occur the next night this day.. which both of them apparently have to go through.

Izuna would soon then notice only Tobirama's mere presence in the room. He could tell by scents, oh boy. He turned at him, the man didn't look so well. Oh, who knew mere three shots of sake would take out a Senju? Pft, how ludicrous that is. Izuna wasn't feeling that bad, now refreshed with his back straight as he sat. "Don't look so well. Huh." he sighed, not even waiting for a response out of Tobirama, whom didn't even reply for he knows his condition will worsen once he talks and pressures his lungs, especially his raw dry throat now.. Izuna took out a bottle of water, made out of leather, then drank from it. Now this was the real refreshing feeling.. with your body completely relaxed, not a single worry in your head.

The other man groaned as he slowly sat up, running his hand through his hair. He would definitely need some water right now, and that much was clear. "Want some water?" Izuna offered with a brow raised, handing out the bottle to Tobirama. He had no other choice but to just take the offer else if he let his stubbornness take over him he'll starve and thirst. He drank all of it down in one gulp, "Thanks." he gave the bottle back to Izuna. Not bad. Tobirama thought, smirking faintly to himself, looking away. "Not a problem.." Izuna's brow furrowed further, taking the bottle back and putting it aside, elsewhere other than the floor they laid on with a futon. It was quite unexpected to be in a room, especially with his rival that he seemed to slowly get closer with, or so it seems. He'll find out sooner or later, however. He'll know this with his way or the other.

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Meanwhile with these other two in the meantime later..

Hashirama and Madara were currently in a meeting at the Hokage Tower in Hashirama's office that was newly-built a week ago. Talking about this and that, business, joining forces and other necessities, with the Uzumaki.

The sun had already rose, and yet the atmosphere still was somewhat cold. Winter is coming soon, judging by even how you'd see ants preparing their needs in the wilderness, including other animals too of course.

(Excuse me I cannot write a damned meeting without not being serious lol)

After the meeting, Madara offered to check Izuna and Tobirama's condition, Hashirama needed to finish his work and scrolls first, being the Hokage Hashirama is, with responsibilities. And of course, there's Tobirama who hadn't finished on his projects and scrolls yet for the village, at least he hadn't finished some, especially the jutsu he was working on, which he can't finish at the moment with his current condition, still feeling a bit dizzy and unwell, with Izuna accompanying him in that house they were in.

Tobirama groaned, rubbing his temples. The worst one he's ever had that day. "Definitely not doing so-well." Izuna crossed his arms, sighing. He had absolutely nothing to do, and Tobirama was just there, working on some sort of new jutsu.

Madara opened the door, or rather, the shoji.

—TO BE CONTINUED—