[In the swampland, I seek you]
@the-smallest-senju
Days turn into months, months turn into years, and before he even realizes it, just like a storm, tide and time wait for no one. Forgotten by the rest of the world, yet, these people, who claimed by the Death, still haunt him every single nice, their bodies surround him, their blood become crimson river, remind him of the crime he did, of his failure... But more than everything, it is their laughter, their voice that keep him up at night. When the moon becomes brighter than any other days, it is when the shadow appear, it is when he could see it, their reflections, yet, he knows, none of it is real, after all, they are gone, dead, because he was weak and useless.
- Hmmph!!!
Muffled sounds, the figure tries to scoot away, tries to free himself from the albino, however, gags and ties, there is little thing the victim can do.
“Be quiet, won’t you?”
Calm and collected, as if nothing is wrong, the white-hair man steps closer and closer to his victim. Soon... Very soon. His gaze drops down slightly for a moment, ruby hidden behind white eyeslashes, and he - the caused of everything - stands out way too much in this basement, in the darkness. Presses his lips into a thin line, he steps back.
“It is time...”
Barely a whisper, the man - known as Tobirama - below the Hokage, but above everyone else, people trust him, people admire him, and now, he is going to do something they would never accept, he is going to try and challenge the Death, to take back what the God stolen from him. The seal glows, the victim’s scream muffled behind the gag and without any warning, a loud bang could be heard, a coffin standing right in front of him. Breath hitches, with shaken fingers, Tobirama reachs out. Inside, inside is who he has been longing for, missing every damn single night. He breaths, tries to swallow his fear, his worry and his anxiety.
“Itama...”