Catmadara part 1
Tobirama is walking into the small house he shares with Hashirama when the atmosphere registers. There's a certain lived in quality to the air whenever Hashirama is home, and it says something about him that even his silence is loud and annoying. Tobirama scowls, stomps of his shoes, and marches his way into their shared space.
He stands in the doorway and stares. Hashirama is lying on his front, hair spilling everywhere, and appears to be trying to see under the cabinet.
“…I’m home.” He says and Hashirama yelps. Jumps, and something from under the cabinet hisses.
“Ah! Tobirama! Welcome home, ahahaha, I didn’t hear you come in.” He’s a fully grown man, a trained shinobi, a clan head and he didn’t hear Tobirama’s racket as he came in? Okay. Sure. It is honestly down to Tobirama’s skill that Hashirama isn’t dead yet.
“What are you doing.” Tobirama asks, because Hashirama has gone back to peering under the cabinet.
“Nothing!” he says, blatantly lying.
“I can see you doing something.”
“I’m not doing anything!”
“You’re— You know what, I don’t care. Move.” And Tobirama, who is cursed with an insatiable curiosity, gets down on his knees to try and see what his brother is looking at.
“Ah, Tobira, be careful,” Hashirama begins, but Tobirama doesn’t pay him any mind.
And then, almost before Tobirama can register what’s happening, there's something blurring towards him, something sharp against his face, that same hissing noise now accompanied by a hellish growl.
Tobirama topples ungracefully to the side with a yelp.
“Madara! No, please my friend, that’s my little brother!” Hashirama yelps, nonsensically. Tobirama gathers himself enough to pry the hissing sharp thing off his face, and this most certainly is not Uchiha Madara, Hashirama’s most ill advised “friend”. This is a cat.
A black cat, who is now yowling and struggling in Tobirama’s grip.
“…Anija.” Tobirama says. His voice is flat and his eyes are filled with the kind of exhausted rage that only Hashirama can provoke.
“I can explain!” Hashirama squeaks.
