Madara nearly snarls, because there was nothing crueler than taking any amount of a kitsune's tails, but taking tails from a kitsune with only two? That was all but giving them a death sentence. "Fornicating with the enemy? I'll have your tails for this!" "You stupid boy," Butsuma snarls, giving Tobirama a shake before letting him go just to backhand him. Red eyes meet black as Tobirama grabs at his father's hands, demanding that he not hurt Madara. Butsuma flickers into existence out of nowhere, grabbing Tobirama by the front of his shirt and bodily hauling him around, sword coming up towards Madara's throat and making the five-tailed kitsune come up short, breathing out harshly in surprise.
"Itama!" Tobirama shouts, and it's the only thing Madara can do to follow the other teenager as he dives for his brother.
"If we're here too long we'll be found out."Ī voice – one neither of them evidently are expecting – cuts in dryly, saying, "You've already been found out, Tobirama."īehind them, there's a scream and they both whip around to gape at the sight of none other than Uchiha Tajima dragging Itama back by the hair as Izuna picks himself up off the ground – eyes wild in fear. "Time is different here," Tobirama reminds him. "The later they are, the more time we have together." Madara can't help but point out, lengthening his stride to come up to Tobirama's side, nudging the other even as a pure white tail flicks his back. Itama reassures him that they'll be here and it's only the faint twitch to one of Tobirama's tails that makes Madara aware that he doesn't quite believe the youngest of them. "Behave you two," Tobirama tells their brothers before taking Madara's hand and guiding him away with a gentle pull. "We're through, you can close it," he tells the two-tailed kitsune, watching over his shoulder as the rift flickers like a dying candle flame in the wind before looking back at the other in time to see the other's eyes come back into sharp focus. Madara chuckles quietly, stepping around them to touch the back of Tobirama's hand. Itama laughs happily, his single tail curling around Izuna as Izuna's five tails wave with his glee.
Izuna hurries forward, catching Itama in a hug and spinning around with the smaller kitsune in his arms. A connection he used only to give the four of them a break from their clans' war. Tobirama had a direct connection to this world, a connection he seldom took for granted. Few could actually open the rift to come here, though, and that's what made the one in front of him special in a way no one else really seemed to grasp. The Land of Fire was filled with kitsunes just like them, and only ones with eight tails could live in this dimension with Kurama. This is where their leader lived, a great kitsune who had little to no tolerance for his siblings so he chose to remain here to avoid being bothered by them. This dimension was separate from the world they lived in.
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White hair seemed to glow because of this dimension's eerily constant lighting – yet it still contained its usual carefully maintained messiness – and pale skin seemed faintly paler than usual while red eyes were glossed over as an after effect of opening the rift. The rift glows in a warming welcome as they duck in, and his eyes are immediately drawn to the taller of the two waiting for them. A branch above him, his brother shifts his weight from one foot to the other – very nearly just as eager as he was – and, as ever, they jump down at the same time at the careful flicker of chakra and magic that oh so few could manage. Settled on a branch, high amongst the leaves, he keeps himself on the balls of his feet – waiting eagerly for who would undoubtedly show.
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