SakuOro timetravel fix-it shenanigans? Something goes wrong during one of his experiments and both land somewhere in the warring states era and purpossely/accidentally prevent Izuna's death. Just imagine Izuna's reaction to Orochimaru's deadly prettiness, Orochimaru's chrush on Tobirama ('s brain) and Sakumo being absolutely, definitely not the slightest bit jealous
“Oh, fuck me,” is the first thing Izuna says upon opening his eyes.
The gloriously beautifulcreature hovering over him, complete with heavy, sharp-edged chakra thatpromises to be absolutely devastating whenunleashed, simply arches one perfect brow at him. Long, dark hair, even darkerthan an Uchiha’s, swings across Izuna’s line of vision as the man sits back,and Izuna physically cannot resist.
He catches a handful of it,feels the heaviness against his fingers and takes a breath, mind alreadyspinning thoughts about how it would feel against other skin.
There’s a pause, and the mantips his head. “Hairpulling, really? Now, is that any way to treat someone whopulled you back from the brink of death?” he asks silkily, with just the barestedge of menace that sends a thrill down Izuna’s spine.
It takes a moment for the piecesto connect. The last thing Izuna remembers is telling Madara to take his eyes,because he was dying from Tobirama’s blow and at least that way his brother wouldn’tend up an only child and blind. Afterthat…
Green, somewhere beyond hissenses. Healing chakra, as sharp and precise as a scalpel.
“You saved me?” he says, andbreathes out. “You—that should have been a mortal wound.”
Pale lips tilt into a smirk that’sperfectly at home on that elegant face, and those eyes—well. Izuna’s alwaysbeen a fan of hidden knowledge, and this man’s eyes promise secrets without end,just waiting for someone to pull them out and untwist them.
“My medical skills are wellbeyond the means of any healers you know,” the man says, and it’s arrogant and haughtybut also spoken with unhesitating certainty. “Care to let go?”
There’s a crackle of whitechakra, bright enough to blind, and the flat of a tantō taps the hand Izuna haswound in the man’s hair. “That was your only polite warning,” another man says,and his tone is amiable, but there’s something under it that sounds like baredteeth and blood. Izuna flicks a glance at the swordsman, to find white hair andsharp grey eyes above a smile that might as well be a threat. “Next time Orochimaruhas to ask you I take the whole hand.”
Izuna swallows hard, making hisfingers relax until the dark hair slides out of his grasp. He can’t quite forcehimself to look away from the white-haired man’s burning eyes, though. Also gorgeous,if in a different way than Orochimaru. Equally appealing, though, Izuna can saythat without a doubt.
“Fuck me,” he repeats, and isn’tsure if it’s a request or a curse on his terrible luck. “You—who are you?”
“No need to growl, Sakumo,” Orochimarusays lightly, ignoring Izuna beyond a fleeting look that could mean anything. “He’shealed, so I think my work here is done.”
Satisfaction slides into Sakumo’seyes, and he resheathes his sword, turning to offer his companion a hand up. Helooks at Izuna, too, but this one is very much a challenge as he gently grasps Orochimaru’sfingers and pulls him to his feet. Taking a deliberate step into Orochimaru’sspace, he touches his waist, gaze flickering up to his face, and smiles fondly.
“You’re all right?” he asks, andwhen Orochimaru levels a cool stare at him he laughs, raising his hand. “Nothingmeant by it, lovely, I swear. You used a lot of chakra just now, that’s all.”
“Fine,” Orochimaru allows,though one brow lifts faintly in silent judgement. “We should have just enoughtime to make it to the Senju before dark, if we leave—”
“What?” Izuna demands before he can stop himself, shoving upright. “Youcan’t go to the Senju! They’re out enemies!”
The roll of Orochimaru’s eyes isvery obvious. “Senju Tobirama is the most incredible shinobi to ever walk thisearth, and you want me to avoid speaking with him because your fathers had arivalry?” he asks, derisive and cutting. “I think not.”
Izuna gapes. Most incredibleshinobi? Tobirama? That’s so entirelyunfair that he can’t even find the words to describe it.
It’s little comfort that Sakumo doesn’tlook entirely accepting of the statement either, though he doesn’t argue.
“I—most incredible?” Izuna finally manages to get out. “He just—all hehas is water! And that flashy yellow light shunshin thing!”
Orochimaru’s expression goesflinty. “Everyone is entitled to their own opinion,” he says coolly. “Even, I suppose,when it’s wrong.” In a sweep of dark hair and pale robes, he turns, making forthe doorway, and says impatiently, “Sakumo, we’re leaving.”
Sakumo gives Izuna a smile that’sabout twenty percent better luck nexttime and eighty percent ha, and youthought you had a chance. “Coming, lovely,” he says cheerfully, following Orochimaruout of the room and dragging Izuna’s hopes of a threesome away with him.
Izuna scrambles out of what wassupposed to be his deathbed and hurries after them. Like hell he’s going to letSenju Tobirama hit that before hedoes.
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