Inspired by Chapter 5 of the I've chained my dreams (to the blue, blue sky) by SillyThing.
Tobirama groans in frustration, covering his face with his hands, “Why won’t you accept the peace treaties?”
“Huh?” Madara looks so confused it would be funny, if he weren’t so close to mental breakdown.
“Not you,” he sighs, “Future you. We keep sending you peace treaties, and you never accept them,”
His statement is met with silence, but Madara is nothing if not verbose. His jaw clicks audibly before he innocently asks, “Isn’t that a violation of the no future talk rule?”
“Oh, we are swearing! That means things are bad,”
“Just answer the question,” Tobirama snaps.
Madara doesn’t meet his eyes, thoughtful gaze fixated on the grass, “I can’t answer the question. That’s not me yet,”
Tobirama rakes his hand over his face, “But if--if nature shines through, if that’s what pulls us together or tears us apart, then--then what? I’m the same person. Why aren’t you?”
He knows he’s being unfair, but the truth is that he doesn’t care anymore. He needs to know. He needs an answer, any answer, otherwise he’ll go mad trying to figure it all out on his own.
“Maybe I’m waiting,” Madara says with a shrug
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