Northern Lights [11]
title Glass summary Like wandering a house of mirrors
There was blood between his teeth again. Tobirama could taste it as he ran his tongue along his gums. He hadn’t expected the scrawny brat in front of him to fight back. Raising a shaking hand to his mouth, he wiped. His fingers came away wet with blood and saliva. He scoffed.
“Fucker,” he spat as he dealt the huddled figure on the floor another kick. A strangled cry of pain answered him. And then he curled into himself like an overcooked shrimp. Tears glinting in the darkness as he whimpered to himself.
Tobirama felt one of his underlings take a step forward to say: “Listen, little rat, Dai Lo is feeling generous today. Don’t let him catch you selling on his turf again.”
And through his sobs, the man on the dirty cell floor somehow managed to make some sort of reply.
Hands in the pockets of his brown jumpsuit, Tobirama stepped over him. Out of the cell. The guards in the hall turned away, pretending not to see him with blood dripping from his silver rings and his knuckles. He strode across the cement floor, heavy boots leaving a red trail behind them.
“Wei, big guy.” Tobirama looked over his shoulder. One of the guards motioned for him, a clipboard in his hand. “Another visitor for you, Mr. Popular.”
Tobirama smirked. “She miss me already?” he wondered, turning to follow the guard down the narrow walkway.
When Tobirama sat in the visitation room, he didn’t see Sakura. The sting of disappointment almost surprised him at not seeing a mocking red mouth and bright eyes.
Another woman sat there. Blond. If he squinted at her, imagined a rounder face, he thought- There was no way. Shaking his head a little, Tobirama lifted the receiver off the hook.
“Who did this to you, Uncle? What happened?” she blurted out.
He stared at her. And then in a voice he scarcely recognized as his own he whispered: “Tsunade?”
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