#tobirama uses dark magic to revive his soulmate

[crystallized-shadow]

Follow Up For: Day 6 Pairing: Hashirama/Izuna Rating: T Word count: 851 Original Prompt: “He's dead because of you." Warnings: Temporary character death

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“Izuna.” The weary voice of his husband snaps the Uchiha out of his staring contest with his amulet. Izuna takes one look at Hashirama’s watery eyes and glum expression before he frowns.

“I swear to the sage above if you apologize one more time I am going bend you over that desk and fuck your brains out.”

“Izuna!!” Hashirama shoots him a scandalized look that doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“I’m serious Hashi,” Izuna says with a gentle smile, “it’s been a decade, I forgave you years ago.”

“I still killed him,” Hashirama mutters, tears streaming down his face, “it’s all my fault.”

“It’s Obito’s fault, not yours,” Izuna corrects sternly, “you did what was needed to save my brother's spirit, now you need to forgive yourself.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Headmaster!” The startled cry draws both sets of eyes to the door as one of the younger professors bursts in.

“What is it Minato?” Izuna asks, giving Hashirama a moment to make himself presentable.

“A dark mage just appeared at the edge of the wards!”

“Take the other professors and guard the students,” Hashirama orders, steamrolling over Minato’s complaint, “we’ll handle it ourselves.”

“But-”

“We’ll handle it Minato,” Hashirama repeats sternly and the blonde professor just nods and hurries to inform the others.

“I sent word to Kagami,” Izuna says as the two quickly head to the courtyard farthest from the castle, “he’ll grab whichever of your brothers is closest and be our back-up.”

Hashirama just nods, he may not fully understand how the Uchiha’s could send messages through flames, but he was grateful for the ability now; the less time they wasted tracking down back-up, the less risk the students were exposed to. Much to their shock the dark mage is waiting for them, familiar red eyes glancing in their direction, framed by unfamiliar red marks.

“Tobirama…” Hashirama breathes, blinking several times to make sure he’s not hallucinating.

“Anija, Izuna,” Tobirama greets, his expression hardly changing as he nods in greeting.

“You have some nerve coming here on the anniversary of my brother’s death!” Izuna growls, “have you fallen so far you’ve forgotten your vow!?”

“I have nerve?” Tobirama questions, one delicate eyebrow raising ever so slightly, “I believe your brother’s killer is standing beside you.”

Hashirama visibly flinches back at the harsh words and Izuna narrows his eyes as he takes a protective step in front of his soulmate.

“Don’t you dare speak ill of my soulmate!” Izuna snarls, fire cracking off his fingertips in his rage, “it wasn’t his fault that Aniki died! You were the lying bastard that convinced me to let you perform dark magic! You promised to bring him back!”

“Was it not Anija who struck my soulmate down?”

“I am so sorry Otouto,” Hashirama mutters, collapsing to his knees as sobs wrack through his form, “I tried to save him!”

“I’m going to send you to join him!” Izuna hurls a fireball at the dark mage, wanting to wipe him out of existence so that Hashirama never had to be so cruelly reminded of Madara’s death again. Before the fire can even get close to Tobirama, a cocoon of black flames envelops him and easily absorbs Izuna’s magic.

“Since when do you control fire?” Hashirama questions as he stares at his brother, tears still falling freely.

“I don’t,” Tobirama states simply as the fire around him parts into two large wings connected to the back of man suddenly plastered to the dark mage’s back.

“A-aniki…” Izuna stammers as he stares into the new crimson eyes on a very familiar face.

“Always so quick to start throwing fireballs,” Madara sighs in that chastising tone of his, like he’s only been gone for an hour instead of 10 years.

“Fuck you,” Izuna mutters weakly, staggering forward a few steps before he too collapses to his knees.

“Didn’t take much to defeat the two strongest mages in your academy,” Madara chuckles as he leaves Tobirama’s side to walk over to his brother, his fiery wings fading from existence.

“How…?” Izuna demands as he lets himself be pulled up into his older brother’s arms, holding him close like he might disappear at any second.

“Mostly dark magic you don’t need to know about,” Tobirama says as he walks over to his own brother, “and some bargaining with your patron deity.”

“Tobirama,” Hashirama whispers again, pulling his brother down into his lap when he gets close enough, “I am so happy to see you if, even if you are still a brat.”

“Love you too Anija,” Tobirama chuckles, hugging his older brother back, having missed him greatly in the last decade.

“So are you really back?” Izuna questions into the fabric of Madara’s shirt, “this isn’t something that will wear off is it?”

“I’m really back,” Madara promises, ruffling Izuna’s hair, “I’m basically a phoenix now thanks to Tobirama and Indra-sama; I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

Izuna pulls his head back far enough so he can lock eyes with Tobirama. “Thank you.”

Tobirama just nods with a small smile, happy to finally be home again.