#izunaisms

[mimi-arting]

Tobirama showing Izuna that his mouth can be useful like this too. And that he is enjoying his appetizer before being allowed the main course.

[masshirohebi-moved]

// @izunaisms & @kxshikoi a little sketch of our precious unethical scientist, local serial killer, and the corrupt lawyer pulling the curtain over it all <3 

[kxshikoi]

Izuna: how much did you sleep?

Tobirama: 8

Izuna: hours?

Tobirama: minutes.

[forlornwind]

@kyouzo calls @izunaisms IZUNAB

If Kagami can tell Madara that ‘Fuck’ is a term of endearment, he can call Izuna  Izunab.... you know, like Izunoob. =)))) Kagami said it, not me.

[kxshikoi-a]

@izunaisms for the sweetest bean <3

[theblacknpinkforce]

@izunaisms

Sakura was sitting in an isle in the library reading a book, she was hunched over, almost into a complete ball, reading. 

[asaraltu]

@izunaisms​ -- ;

Great reluctance and doubt had been plaguing Madara’s mind since first coming to hear of his younger brother’s relationship with Hashirama’s own brother, not wishing to put a stopper on his happiness despite his own misgivings. Seated in the sumptuous garden courtyard of the Uchiha estate, he rose when he heard Izuna’s footfalls on the gravel paths and bowed his head in greeting. 

For he simply wished to know his dear brother’s mind before giving the pair his blessing.

“Before I ask, you know that I trust you implicitly, correct, Izu-kun?”

[kinokami]

lazarus

[starter for @izunaisms]

He felt bad.

There was absolutely no denying it. Tobirama was only going to be gone for a couple of days, dealing with political issues that didn’t require the Hokage’s presence, helping to ease the burden off of Hashirama’s shoulders.

And what was Hashirama doing with his time?

Investigating his brother’s private affairs. Invading the space he’d made for himself.

The only excuse that Hashirama clung to with dogged determination was the fact that he’d already lost someone he cared for deeply to disappearances into a basement. And while he trusted his little brother to be a little more attached to him and the clan, there was no telling what Tobirama actually did in that workshop of his.

And instead of the long and difficult conversation such a confrontation would bring, Hashirama would just take a quick look while Tobirama was away. What was the worst that could happen?

He kind of dreaded the thought. Hashirama knew that he and his little brother didn’t see eye to eye on things that were ‘necessary’. But he did have to know. There were already too many secrets in Konoha.

Pushing open the door concealed neatly behind a bookcase (Tobirama did like his secret nooks and crannies), revealed a long set of stairs, leading into darkness. Hashirama descended, apprehension thickly in his throat.