Contact Lenses (3 Sent Ficathon)
Madara gaped at the man from across the small clearing they were in, he was covered in blood, dirt, and various viscera from the various assassins that had attacked them- but Madara wasn't even looking at that at all, no; what he was looking at was Tobirama pulling something out of his eye- something small and circular, didn't look painful and was he using his katana as a mirror?- before turning back to him.
"You…your eyes-"
"Are my natural born curse, kept hidden with colored contacts to avoid accusations from your clan." There was defensiveness to those words, a hint of fear and rejection in the stare of ruby red eyes, brighter than the sharingan and nowhere near the brown I thought they were.
"The eyes of Amaterasu. Kami, what have I done to earn such a blessing dear one, that you gift me this sight now?"
"I expected you to be angry."
"The only anger I have is that you think they're a curse and to whoever made you fear I wouldn't adore every aspect of you."
A blessed! I'm marrying a blessed! A deadly one too!