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Kawarama had always had a pretty voice. The boy always loved to sing, no matter how quietly he'd been allowed, no matter how much his public was ignoring him, none of it mattered to Kawarama. The determined child would always want to continue to sing.
Too bad he won't ever sing again
Kawarama's body was laying on the ground. There was a gash in his throat, and blood was dripping onto the ground. His eyes, open in shock will never be able to see his favourite flowers, the gardenia, again. He won't be able to achieve his dream of becoming stronger than their father, and will never marry a strong beautiful kunoichi and have kids. He'll never...
Anyway, this was Kawarama's end.
There was red everywhere.
Itama passed out from the shock, he wasn't ready to see his favourite brother die and might have never been. Itama was at least still in the hiding spot, so he was safe from anyone else.
Tobirama was staring, eyes wide open, his shock at the death was too much to handle. The small albino child was also laying in the secure spot.
And Hashirama? He was holding his youngest sibling close to his chest, eyes held shut and tears dripping down his face. He was blubbering apologies for not saving him, not letting him have a future or see him accomplish his dream of world peace by succeeding their father.
Hashirama had been the only one that could've saved him, but he didn't. He was the only one that knew that their father's death, he was the only one that didn't (really shouldn't have) fallen for the genjutsu.
His thoughts got cut again - is this becoming a trend? he thinks hysterically- by a cry of horror from Tobirama. He tore his eyes away from Kawarama's face and then they landed on Tobirama, being held by his neck. It was an Uchiha, probably the one that cast the genjutsu.
"Now, how would you like to die little one?"
Things were happening so fast, Hashirama hadn't even realized what occurred until colour came back again. His eyes stopped being dull, his posture became ramrod straight and his movement stopped abruptly.
His eyes widened and thoughts danced in his head. What did he do? Why was Itama passed out over there? What did he do? Why was Tobirama staring at him, with splashes of blood dripping down his face?
Wait-, Tobirama?! Wasn't he being held by the -
Wait.
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The boy's brown eyes slowly fell to the ground. They took in every detail of their surroundings, down to up, from that wooden building to the trees. They stopped on the upper bark, where the branches seemed to have grown out of their usual style. It was a sakura tree, and the lone wood that grew away from the others seemed bigger and larger.
His eyes slowly followed the branch, the feeling of anticipation growing bigger and bigger. This branch was related to the reason why everyone was staring at him, he just knew. The wood seemed to become slimmer and slimmer as if at the end there might be a spike.
Blood was the first indication that something was off. Then came the neck.
Yes, he's talking about a human's neck
Yes, that human's neck.
In the past, Hashirama always wondered how he would feel when face to face with his first kill. The boy had always been good at running away or finding pacifistic alternatives, usually consisting of getting the enemy unconscious.
He'd always imagined that he'd vomit, cry and then he'd be comforted by his family that the horrible, disgusting action he'd been forced to commit was okay, that they still loved him and weren't going to leave him behind. A small, insignificant part of him and an easy to ignore part of him, had always been scared of being abandoned by his loved ones.
Now, he felt none of those emotions. Now, he felt apathy.
"C'mon let's go."
He grabs Tobirama's hand and picked up Itama onto his shoulders. There wasn't any time to lose and they had to hurry. He didn't have the time to think about his new powers either. Hashirama heard an explosion farther away and risked a look back. It didn't seem as though the explosion tag had been meant for them, or even that it was used by an Uchiha.
When he had looked behind him, he got to see Tobi's expression and he regretted it immediately. It was a mix of horrified surprise, and probably betrayal. As if he was blaming Hashirama for the death of their loved one. As if he knew that Hashirama could have perhaps saved Kawarama.
Well, it hadn't worked on Father, so why would it now?! So, it's not his fault that their brother died! He didn't kill him! No, he didn't! Stop staring stop staring stopstaringstopstaringstopstopSTOP!
Tobirama must have gotten the message, either by the hateful glare or by the hand squeezing him, and his gaze lowered to Hashirama's chest. The albino swallowed before asking in a low, agitated voice, a question that was hanging between them since Hashirama came back.
"Where are we heading to?"
Hashirama let out a breath and ducked past a stray kunai flying towards him and thought about a good answer. Finally, he responded.
"We're going to the south Senju camp." His answer was simple, but to the point nonetheless. His brother looked at him with question marks in his eyes. Gears were almost visibly turning in his head. It's good to see the loss not affecting him in the moment of action.
They almost passed by the gate uninterrupted to continued into the forest. When they were talking, they had kept a fast speed, and when they noticed enemy shinobi it was too late.
This time when Hashirama died, it was from a senbon in the eye going through his brain.
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This time when he woke up on his dead father, he simply rubbed his hand on his bloody eyes. Is anything he does actually going to do something?! He had been so close to leaving the village... SO close...after what happened to him.
He suddenly got up.
He could save Kawarama! He could save him from the fate of being killed so young, he could save...His gaze went to Butsuma's cooling corps. Well, he thinks, at least I could save one person with this curse of mine.
He ran towards his brother's hiding spot and Tobirama greeted him with a nod. Okay, no need to panic, everything is going great. None of them know that you have seen one of their's dead. None of them know that you just ran away from their father's carcass. Everything is good.
"Ok, we need to go now. Follow me."
He won't waste time talking in this run, he won't even try to kill Kawarama's would-be executioner. Last time it only worked because of sheer dumb luck. He grabbed Kawarama's hand and squeezed it softly.
Maybe this curse wasn't so bad...