Kindling

"-you're telling me this is Madara?" Tobirama asked slowly, the young Uchiha next to him shifted uncomfortably but nodded and Tobirama dropped down into a crouch in front of the stocky little bird. "My husband has been turned into a kea bird" he said softly, staring at the small stocky shape; it rather suited Madara on farther thought, stocky and strong with flashy wings in flight and strong sharp beak, not to mention to whole carnivorous parrot thing and rampant curiosity the species was supposed to possess. He hummed softly under his breath, "I suppose nothing to do but to take you home now and work on putting you to rights tomorrow," he said with a sigh watching the bird poke at things and give it's strange trilling-squeaky cry; "I suppose it's rather too much to hope you know what's going on right now?" Madara-kea tilted his head at Tobirama and waddled forward to hook his intimidating beak in the wrap around Tobirama’s ankles and pulling at it several times before using it to start clambering up the albino’s clothing, pulling at things here and there- looking for food presumably- and then settling on Tobirama’s shoulder tugging at his white hair and tapping his beak against the shiny metal of the happuri.

Tobirama sighed and brought up a hand to help the bird balance on his shoulder as he stood before yanking his hand back with a hiss when Madara-kea’s beak brushed against his fingers, right, carnivorous bird. Yay. Didn’t Tobirama feel special. “I thought I was the one that got into crazy accidents like this dear, you realize I am never going to let you forget this” he glanced at the bird out of the corner of his eye and it squeaked tilting it’s head with bright birdy eyes (Tobirama shoved down the twist of worry in the stomach at that blank look, he could fix this) fixed on the bright metal around Tobirama’s face “never”.

Madara stirred slowly, head aching and something strange about his face (there was supposed to be something there, something hard and-) “’dara? Madara?” Tobirama’s voice slipped though the fog in his head and Madara moaned pitifully, his voice doing something odd and trilling “To’ra?” he whimpered and felt his husband’s hands curl around his face immediately and forced his eyes open. Tobirama was staring down at him with worried red eyes and deep shadows under them and Madara wished he could make his arms work enough to touch his husband’s worried face; Tobirama searched his face for something- Madara didn’t know what- and then relaxed and smiled crookedly at the Uchiha “This” he said firmly “was not in anyway my fault dear, it’s all on you” Madara blinked at his beautiful husband and wondered about the bevy of new scratches on the metal of his face guard until Tobirama ducked down and kissed him and all worry about why he felt like his fingers should be feathery vanished in an instant.