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Tobirama woke up in a cold sweat, He looked to his side and saw a mirror right beside his small table, on the mirror reflected a small figure, a small child, too small to be exact, around the age of 5. The moon's light reflected on his skin as he faced his own face with his already red wide eyes glowing where the light reflected on the mirror, creating an atmosphere that he cannot describe
“What the fuck?” He mutters under his un-even breath
A sudden migraine had envelope on his brain, he clutched his head tighter hoping the pain would go away quicker, memories that weren't his were flooding like waves, memories of a blond-haired boy with whiskers smiling while his life was about to end, a pink-haired kunoichi that cried of her sensei's death, An Uchiha boy that got his eyes plucked up by an entity, and... The War...
“Tobirama?” he jolts up while still clutching his hair, it was a voice that he dearly missed so much, not the older one who was reanimated, but the one where they were still young. Tobirama twisted his head to look at the person in the doorway who called his name worriedly.
“Anija...”
Tobirama watched Hashirama who was currently stumbling on his feet while attempting to sneak inside his bedroom, he remembers that at this age Hashirama was still in his 2 years of shinobi training from father
Hashirama quickly corrected his footing as he strode beside Tobirama and placed his hands over his head doing iryo-jutsu
Tobirama felt better after Hashirama lessened the migraine a bit.
“Do you still feel the pain otooto?” Tobirama just nods, he doesn't trust his voice yet as he feels that his emotions will overflow.
He sure was not a crybaby, but.., it has been too long since he last saw his anija, not dead but alive, his supposed death has taken a greater toll on his mental well-being
“I'm alright, Anija.” He reassured Hashirama that he was okay because he already used iryo-jutsu on him moments ago.
After fussing about him for more than 5 minutes, Hashirama sighed a relief, he looked back at Tobirama still worried that he would feel any discomfort or pain in less than a second. Tobirama, of course, notices this and slightly quirks up his lips.
“I'm really alright, Anija. Thanks to you” Hashirama squawked and stared at his brother who was currently smiling. Hashirama knew it was rare to see him smile like that since the death of their mother.
“You should smile more, Tobirama. That suits you more than that grumpy face you always wore” Hashirama pointed and then smiled
Tobirama ignored what Hashirama said his face was always grumpy but was stunned by what he really said, he let his mind wander and think for a moment as he turned his gaze forward.
“I think about it,” Tobirama says as he prepares himself to sleep and starts to cover himself with a blanket. Tobirama then gazes at Hashirama with an eyebrow raised.
“Shouldn't you be going back to your room?” Hashirama sheepishly smiles as he scratches at the back of his head.
“I was expecting you to say that, I was just about to surprise you with a sleepover until I saw you clutching your hair in pain” Tobirama just sighed.
“Fine, only this once” Hashirama beamed at that as he rushed over to get his pillows. Tobirama smiled at that, he laid his head on his pillows he waited for his brother, He felt him coming his way as Hashirama shoved his pillow to his side and laid his head as well.
“Goodnight otooto” Hashirams whispered, Tobirama didn't say anything for a bit.
“Goodnight to you too, Anija.” By the time Tobirama turned and said that he gazed at his brother who was already fast asleep, the longer he gazed the more he realized just how young they were to be sent to the battlefield.
He gazed at the ceiling in deep thought, there were so many things to do, things to fix since he came back to the past, but he was too tired to deal with all of this, he just do the planning tomorrow with a lesser headache.
Too much to think about, Too much to do. What does a Nara say in this type of situation?
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Ah yes... Right...
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Troublesome.