Tsukuyomi (2/?) - Tobirama/Madara
“I should tie you to one of the practise posts and beat you like our chichi used to, Izuna.” He’s so fucking tired. Tired of everything. “Did you know what that jutsu would do?”
His brother looks up at him, his eyes red, the tomoe spinning lazily and he resists the urge to exactly what he’d just threatened to do. But the lazy spin of his brother’s eyes speeds up, and he shuts his own, unwilling to engage in that particular battle of wills right now.
“… spit senbons, the way Tobirama did last time we faced off? Except if that’s all it did you wouldn’t have given me a fucking concussion and coil burns, would you, aniki?” Izuna doesn’t sound at all contrite, and he turns, snarling, eyes open, his own Sharingan alight and spinning into it’s Mangekyō form. “And it can’t have been about stealing the demon’s jutsu; we do that all the time.”
“Tsukuyomi.” It’s the only thing that would get through to Izuna. He sets his nightmare on Izuna, spins it in the worst possible way, and his idiot brother doesn’t even try to break it as he burns the world to ground in the bid to bring perfect peace to everyone. He’s never driven its foretelling this far, but he needs Izuna to understand. (It hurts, like a knife being driven into his eyes.) They break apart, panting, the black fire of Izuna’s Amaterasu licking at his clothes but not burning, not burning yet, but threatening to set him alight.
“A suicide jutsu - sages, I modify his stupid jutsu for our fire -”
“It’s not the first time you’ve done it.”
Izuna gives him a speaking look, Sharingan still lazily spinning. “How the fuck do you think I survive him, brother? I swear he got all the brains in their family; if I couldn’t turn his jutsu back on him, we’d have all gone to the grave by now.”
“So the question becomes did he do it deliberately, or accidentally?”
“… does this mean you’re not going to tie me to the practise post?”
“No. You deserve it. The little ones can practise their genjutsu on you.”
“Aniki.” Izuna whines, and it amuses him.
“Just think of the boost to their confidence when they overcome you, otouto.”
“Hn.” He ties Izuna to the post for that, and sends one of the guards for the little ones. (Young enough that he’s kept them off the battlefield, young enough that they have no Sharingan and the only genjutsu they will catch his little brother in will taste of sweets and childish giggles, and perhaps Izuna will remember what it is they both want.) He waits just long enough to see the little ones stream onto the training ground, and to give them - and their sensei - their instructions, and then vanishes into the woods on the silent feet of his summons. He had a friend to scold.