Kindling

Touka would very much like to kill something. She wanted that to be very clear as she stomped across the field over to her tired and exasperated (and uncertain though he hid it well) little cousin, oh he was a shinobi, he wasn’t unused to nakedness and he certainly wasn’t body shy but… like this, in front of Madara. Well. she tugged off the wrap of cloth she used as a shirt (very versatile to have on hand) and chucked it at him, ignoring the way that left her in only breast band and loose pants, she really truly didn’t care who saw her arms and was only annoyed that she had to take off her breast plate to give her shirt to him. He gave her a grateful look and tied it loosely around his waist, not bothering to wear it properly as it was certainly not long enough for that; a clearing of a throat behind him made him turn, surprised as the Uchiha clan head held out his own Uchiha purple robe for Tobirama (Madara was going to die, some how he was even better in fur and a shifting kilt of pale gray that hung of his lean hips and draped in very distracting way).

The Senju stared for a moment, there was something…. Odd about the way Madara was looking at him, he was using the sharingan- logical since they were supposed to be fighting right now- and looked rather red, was it hotter than Tobirama had realized? Or was he just embarrassed by Tobirama (Tobirama…. Didn’t want it to be that)? Grateful the albino slid the robe on over his shoulders (he hated it when people could see his back and hadn’t had time for a henge), brushing a hand over the fine material (ok. Fuck. This was. Somehow better. Tobirama, in Uchiha colors. In Madara’s colors. And it was too wide on him so it looked sleepy and comfortable. And. fuck. Oh fuck) looking up to thank the Uchiha only to find the man looking extremely faint and covering his suddenly bleeding nose. “Madara-sama? Are you alright?” and Madara Uchiha, the only equal to the god of shinobi in the world, fainted. \

(Izuna stared, not because of the whole naked Senju thing- though give him time, once he realizes Tobirama has no clothing he will have a meltdown, a different one than his brother has- but because of the ‘almost killed me and therefor definitely defeated me and is better than me’ which was…. causing him some trouble. he didn’t want Tobirama to be better than him! Fine. Fine. He wasn’t going to go kick a naked guy- especially given the look on his brother’s face- but fine. Like a complete adult he stomped over to Hashirama- the great idiot was just staring and muttering about not testing jutsu enough- and gave him a good hard kick in the shin. And then another, and another; actually that made him feel a lot better, maybe it was the yelping and flailing or maybe it was the way he was making the really hot kunoichi laugh so hard she was having trouble standing straight. Either way Izuna was going to keep doing this until his brother stopped fainting every time he looked up and saw Tobirama leaning over him looking like, well, Izuna didn’t want to know what Tobirama looked like to Madara. So more shin kicking.)