#&&. ❛ VERSE ❪ dewdrops on a bleak december night . ❫

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☯ + Tobirama's ascension to the Hokage's chair.

PROMPT   //   accepting   //   @super-kame-love

TOBIRAMA.

Tobirama’s inauguration as Nidaime Hokage was not a wholly celebratory event   .      It coincided on the same day as a funeral   —— —   the funeral of the Shodaime   ,   his own brother   .

He was asked to wear the formal Hokage robes   ,   but he refused   .      Hashirama may have been the one to grant him the title of the next Hokage as his DYING WISH   ,   but Tobirama would be damned if he let something so superficial prevent him from honouring the sacrifice of his last living close relative   .      He wore black clothes just like the rest of the village   .

The Senju clan was plentiful   ,   but nobody could replace the brothers he’d lost in the name of Hashirama’s dreams   .

He was the first to step up to the altar dedicated to his brother’s memory   .      He knelt beside it   ,   folded his hands against the covered coffin containing his brother’s corpse   ,   &&. pressed his forehead against the red wood juzu clasped between his palms   .

Tobirama had never been particularly religious   ,   but in this moment   ,   he did pray   .      The silent words uttered only in his mind were carried by the tears that slipped down his cheeks &&. onto the cloth covering the casket   .

He stayed there for several minutes   ,   mourning silently before all those who had come to honour Hashirama   .      As a principle   ,   Tobirama did not cry   ,   but he felt no shame in doing so right now   .      The last of his family was gone &&. he was all that remained   .      For some reason   ,   fate had deemed him worthy of carrying on his brother’s LEGACY   .      He intended to do so to the best of his ability   ,   even if it hurt   .

Standing finally after what felt like too short of an eternity   ,   Tobirama cast one final glance down at the memory of his brother   ,   reddened eyes still blurry with tears   ,   before he reluctantly stepped to the side   .      There   ,   one of the elder councilmen muttered his quiet condolences before presenting Tobirama with the Hokage hat   .      It still bore the same red cloth that Hashirama had chosen to reflect his position   .      Red   —— —   the colour of BLOOD   .

He had a feeling it wouldn’t stay that way for long   .

It was only once he’d donned the hat atop his head that he was then sworn in as the new Hokage   .      Rather than cheer &&. applaud   ,   the villagers before him solemnly folded their hands together &&. bowed their heads   .      The sight of it brought forth one last tear from his eye   .      He was so grateful that the people of this village understood the weight carried by this day   .

Starting today   ,   Tobirama was not only the Nidaime Hokage   ,   but the chosen bearer of a SACRED FLAME that was destined to be passed down for many more generations to come   ,   a flame struck to life by none other than Hashirama Senju   ,   henceforth known as the GOD OF SHINOBI   .

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V. tag dump 12/18

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“Perfect timing.” @ tobirama from mito / niinkai

I LOST THE PROMPT   //   not accepting   //   @niinkai

TOBIRAMA.

❝          But of course     ,          ❞                    tobirama said     ,     barely paying any mind to the comment     .                    ❝          did you expect i would be late     ?          surely you don’t have so little FAITH in me     .          ❞

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(╥_╥) for Tobirama

PROMPT // accepting // @forlornwind

TOBIRAMA.

In the privacy of his own home, Tobirama expected to have at least one day to himself so he could MOURN THE LOSS of his brother. For the hours following the sunrise, Tobirama simply sat in his room, legs crossed, eyes closed. Thinking. When he did finally open his eyes, the spill of tears took him by surprise. He wiped at his face &&. studied the smear of water on his hand. He hadn’t meant to cry. He wasn’t supposed to cry. It was unbecoming of him in more ways than one. He’d known, of course, that one day he would lose his last brother or Hashirama would lose him. The DEATH that plagued their family since the moment they were born was an inevitability Tobirama had accepted a long time ago. Now that he had to face the reality, however, he found that he wasn’t prepared for it in the SLIGHTEST.

A tightness settled in his gut &&. choked his lungs. He did not sob, but his listless eyes mirrored all the GRIEF he’d suppressed up until this moment. The helplessness he felt was the worst of it all. Thoughts raced through his mind—I should have been there; If I had done something differently, this wouldn’t have happened; it should have been ME—but none lingered for long. They did, however, manage to DISTRACT him enough that he didn’t sense the person approaching his bedroom door. By the time he heard the thin wooden frame sliding across the floor, his feeble attempt to make himself presentable was little more than a joke.

Reddened eyes looked up to meet the Uchiha’s. He knew the splotches on his cheeks stood out against his pale skin &&. he swallowed thickly, clearing his throat.

❝     What do you want? I told the guard that I was NOT to be interrupted.     ❞

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