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“His eyes will be yours, Lord Madara. We must conduct the surgery as soon as possible.”
“Will you not allow me to grieve for even a moment?! My brother– he’s–”
Izuna looked down at the scene before him, watching as Madara leaned over the casket and sobbed. The funeral was a solemn one, and though there were traditions to be followed, at this moment, the elders found it apt to allow their clan leader to mourn his brother. His last brother.
Him .
It was weird, seeing this version of himself dressed in all white, coverings over his eyes.
The only bits of color were the red petals strewn about the area, and he wondered if that was real or if it was just an illusion.
The world seemed to shift around him, and before he realized, Izuna found himself looking over a surgery room, one man hovering over his corpse as his hands glowed green while another removed his eyes, taking them over to Madara and transplanting them. The sight was gruesome, and yet Izuna couldn’t look away.
More green, more healing, more stitches, and then.
“The surgery is complete. You will need a couple days of rest before we can remove the bandages, but the transplant was successful, My Lord.”
Madara tentatively reached up to brush lightly against the bandages over his eyes, his hand trembling.
“Izuna.”
My last gift to you, brother.
“Izuna…”
Don’t ever trust the Senju.
“Izuna! I know you can hear me! Get your lazy ass out of bed!!”
Izuna jolted awake with a yell, launching upwards and accidentally smacked his forehead against Madara, who let out a yelp of pain, toppling backwards.
“Ow! What the hell why were you leaning over me like that!” Izuna protested, rubbing his forehead as he blinked away the remnants of sleep.
“Because you weren’t waking up! I had to literally yell in your face, Izuna.” Madara protested, sitting up and glaring at him.
Izuna sighed, rolling his eyes and swinging his legs over the side of his bed. “Yeah, whatever. You’re so dramatic.”
Madara huffed. “Says you.”
Izuna hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak. “I had the dream again. The funeral one.”
Stiffening a little, Madara eyed Izuna thoughtfully. “With the eye stuff?”
“The eye transplant, yeah.”
Letting out a sigh, Madara ran a hand through his messy hair. “I dunno, Izuna. It’s just a dream. Maybe it’s just stress or something. Come on, get up. I made breakfast.”
With that, Madara got up and left Izuna’s bedroom. Sitting on the side of his bed for a moment, Izuna wondered why he kept having that dream. To make things worse, it seemed like his dreams were seeping out into his everyday life, manifesting in visions that warped his reality. Thankfully those visions were still brief, but it still disturbed Izuna, especially when he’d look at his brother and see him in ancient-looking red armor, eyes scarlet with black shapes spinning around the pupils.
Getting dressed and trudging down the stairs, Izuna got himself a large serving of rice and miso soup before sitting down, watching as Madara got his own food and sat down across from him, his red armor shimmering under the lights despite the scuffing on it from years of wear and tear.
Izuna groaned and rubbed his eyes. Fucking brain. Upon opening them again, Madara was back to normal with his deep brown eyes and normal people clothes.
Madara raised an eyebrow at him and Izuna shrugged noncommittally. He’d tell him about his visions if they got worse.
God he hoped they wouldn’t get worse.
“How’s your newest music video going?” Madara asked instead, knowing not to press the subject, and Izuna sighed heavily, glad for the change of topic, but…
“Not great. Views are down.”
“Maybe it’s time to get a real job, huh?” Madara joked and Izuna snorted.
“Never in your life. I’ll get noticed by the big producers soon enough, it’s only a matter of time.”
Madara laughed and sipped at his tea before speaking again. “Yeah, yeah. Maybe once we move.”
Izuna felt his face fall.
“Don’t talk about that.”
Madara frowned. “Izuna, we’ve been prepping for this move for–”
“I don’t care! I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Not talking about it isn’t going to make it any less real! Come on, it’ll be a new chapter.”
Izuna crossed his arms, refusing to look at Madara. In his head, he knew he was right; the home they were in only really brought bad memories of their father, and with their mom now gone… well they just didn’t need a house that was so large. Selling it was the logical choice.
But it was still the house he grew up in. The house that he had so many happy memories in too. It was hard to let that go.
Gathering his dishes, Izuna sighed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna take a walk.”
Madara rolled his eyes a bit but didn’t say anything more, and after putting his dishes away in the sink, Izuna put on his shoes and walked out to the mostly empty streets of their little town.
Walking down the street, Izuna was a little disappointed to find that the visions were still bleeding out into the town too, causing brief glimpses of what looked like a town from ancient times, complete with dirt roads and horses. Looking around, Izuna also noted that some of the people he passed changed as well, wearing muted peasant clothing and sandals.
He’d gotten used to it at this point.
Sighing, Izuna ran his fingers irritably through his hair. He couldn’t wait for his life to finally get to the good part, where he was in packed stages performing and had none of these damn visions.
Getting some groceries and heading back home, Izuna blinked when something blue caught his eye. Turning, his eyes widened as he saw two figures in the distance, one with dark brown hair and the other with shockingly white hair.
The difference was that they were in armor, just like Madara.
He’d never seen anyone else like that before.
As he kept watching them, Izuna felt an intense feeling of dread as he focused in on the figure in blue, his fingers itching for a kunai or his sword.
His sword? A kunai?
He wanted to look away. Knew this was a vision, but Izuna found himself rooted to his spot, staring at the figure in blue.
He doesn’t notice you. Kill him. Kill him!!
No. He didn’t even know him!
Enemy. Demon. Monster. Kill him or he’ll kill you.
“I said no!!” Izuna yelled and halted with a gasp, realizing he’d just screamed that out loud.
The two figures were looking at him now. The vision had faded and Izuna flushed in embarrassment to see neither in armor, but rather average looking clothes. Still, he couldn’t help but look straight at the man with white hair, just now noticing the marks on his cheeks and his bright red eyes.
A pathetic imitation of our own.
Izuna gave a strained smile and waved at the two, who simply frowned a little and proceeded to ignore him once more, with the brown haired man opening the car door for the white haired one before walking around to the driver’s side and getting in himself, driving off moments later.
Izuna continued to stare at the spot that they were, wondering just who the man with the white hair was.