百二十

[sauceytomato]

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[When the video comes on, nothing can really be seen. There's a black butterfly blocking the view. The patpattering of the rain heard in the background signals that, where ever this is, it's outside.

There's light panting that can be heard close by. And then--]

Tyki...Mikk...

It's a shame that nothing is hardly permanent

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[visionofblood]

[There's so much he wants to say. 'You little fool... what did I say about keeping the company of monsters -' mixed with the bitterness that washed his stomach acidic and cold.

He never wanted to be in a position like this, of 'I told you so.'

All he feels when he casts his gaze away, once reassured that others are coming to rescue his nephew, is hatred. Hatred for Tyki, for the animus, for the contrary and ornery nature of Uchiha blood. Hatred for the trusting nature of children who desperately need someone they can believe in, outside the scope of those they already know they cannot.

He's tired of it, all of it.

Instead of rushing to save Sasuke, Izuna searches for his own brother, to curl his fingers in warm robes and press his face in Madara's sleeves and pray for peace that can't be found. Not even here. Especially not here.]