Apologies I was so damned busy with whatever's going on in my life so here 👀
"Hmp." Tobirama huffed, his gaze fixated on his scroll.
"..You two doing alright?" Madara rose a brow at the two, stepping in and closing the shoji behind him.
"He's not." Izuna pointed out to Tobirama, leaning against the wall as he sat.
"Eh. I suggest you rest for now, I've no doubts you'd be out again if you keep this up, Tobirama." He pulled out a zabuton and sat on it, cross-legged.
"And what makes you say that?" Tobirama rubbed his temples, a bit dizzy. He was going to finish this sooner or later, and yet he chose for it to be sooner.
Izuna merely let out a sigh out of boredom, not a single thought behind his eyes. Haha.
Damn. "Nothing. You best not be in a worse condition soon. Hashirama's worried."
"I know..."
(I'M SORRY I CAN'T WRITE THESE by the way yes Tobirama and Izuna have already eaten breakfast and lunch I forgot to write that apologiessss)
After some time later...
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"Alright alright, I'll leave now. You two have fun." Madara stood up and left, closing the shoji. Tobirama and Izuna were likely not to have fun, well, who cares anyways?
A nice sunny day, with two adversaries not fighting any longer — now that's just calm. Very, very calm. And yet here Izuna is an extremely bored introvert stuck in a room with a rival he did not mind much, they were good and chill, yes.
"..done. For now." Tobirama shook his head, rolling the scroll over and sealing it, putting the pile of papers aside. "Now what?" he thought aloud.
"........" Izuna looked at him blankly in silence, he himself didn't even know what to do, but he was not going to train out there in the sunny day. He had no missions given from Hashirama either.
"Talk." Tobirama's brow arouse in confusion, his eyes seeming to glare at Izuna.
"Why." Izuna remained in his own space.
"The silence is boring me, so talk. Say anything."
"Anything? You sure about that?" He snickered, he could annoy or perhaps even irritate Tobirama now if he took advantage of it. Hmm.
"Yes." He nodded, awaiting a response from Izuna.
"Done." Izuna merely shrugged, the light shining brightly outside the window.
"'Done'? Just that? Don't have anything else to say?"
"Yup. You can't expect me to say something interesting when it's getting too quiet." He crossed his arms, looking down at the floor.
"..I never expected you to be so calm about this. I would've assumed by now that you'd start to annoy me or something that lines up with that."
"Hey, I'm not that hot-headed like back in the war." He rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you say. I'm going out for a walk." Tobirama then stood up and dispersed in a blink of an eye. That Flying Raijin jutsu...
Izuna mainly sat and sighed to himself, not even bothering to follow after the albino. Now that he was alone and had no bothers, he could work on the jutsu he'd use one day incase an opponent was too strong for him to handle, for example, Tobirama Senju. A man he did not fear but merely respect.
Today, however, Madara wasn't with Hashirama, both men were quite busy, to say the least. Madara was there in his office at the Uchiha Compound dealing with a pile of papers which seemed to be endless. However, he's been writing something in a scroll of his each and every spare time he's got. Meanwhile with Hashirama, he's currently in a meeting with the elders.
And, well - it seems that the elders have decided that he or Tobirama will have to marry either of the two Uchiha brothers, Madara and Izuna. Though; Hashirama refused, as he's been seeing someone for quite some time, convincing the elders that Madara likely was seeing someone too. It took a while of all talking and discussing, a bit of arguments, and soon enough, it was decided that Tobirama will have to marry Izuna, no matter the case. The marriage was engaged, it won't be changed, or would it be? Perhaps. That would all depend on what happens next...
—TO BE CONTINUED—
My apologies if this part is short and doesn't make sense at all, or bad, in general.
I have exams for the upcoming week, I might not update for a while. See you!
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