I blame @saunters-vaguely-downwards she knows what she did.
There was a crash outside of the room. Madara, Hashirama, and the combined Elders rushed from the room.
The skidded to a stop as they took in the scene. Izuna had Tobirama slightly off the ground, the lap desk the white haired man had been working on knocked to the floor. Touka, Hikaku, and a few favored teens from both Clans off to the side, all wide-eyed at whatever had been said right before.
“What the hell did you just say?” Izuna demanded, his voice a growl, “How dare you say such a thing about a person I care about!”
Tobirama raised one eyebrow at that, staring down at Izuna.
“Say it again! See what happens!” Izuna threatened, jerking Tobirama slightly closer.
Tobirama set his jaw, tilted his head so that he was looking down his nose at Izuna and sneered the words out.
“It doesn’t matter, I am an unnatural freak of nature, just look at me.”
With a roar Izuna threw Tobirama at Madara. Stunned, the Uchiha Head caught the other man. The sent of lilies and ink filled his nostrils. And then he stumbled slightly back as Tobirama used him as a launch pad.
Tobirama hit Izuna, and wrapped around his midsection to push the other down onto the ground. The two rolled about, grappling, no evidence of any formal training in their movements. Instead, they wrestled like civilian children.
“Did Izuna-sama just pull Tobirama-sama’s hair?” one of the Elders asked, shocked as they rolled around on the ground.
“I-I think so,” came another’s answer.
“Did he just lick Izuna-sama?!” The question was asked with appallment in the tone.
Then, the two just flopped down, apparently having finished wrestling. Tobirama lay partially onto of Izuna so his head was near the other’s shoulder.
“You know I just use the term because it’s the best way to reclaim it from assholes, right?” Tobirama asked, his voice bored.
Izuna huffed, and let his head fall back to the ground, one hand already carding through Tobirama’s hair, picking out the leafs and twigs.
“What the fuck?” Hashirama muttered.
“I can’t believe it,” Touka agreed, eyebrows raised. Hashirama started to nod before Touka continued, “Tobirama should have known what would happen if he egged on Izuna.”
Hashirama turned to her, betrayed.
(Madara didn’t hear any of this. His brain was stuck on a loop - ‘He was in my arms’, ‘Dear Sage he smells amazing’, ‘He was in my arms’,
and had no room to hear anything else.)
