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staticnoise) wrote2019-01-17 06:19 am
staticnoise) wrote2019-01-17 06:19 am
three fics
here we are...im finally posting some writing somewhere. how long will it take me to get too anxious or self-critical and delete this? place your bets
these are all short little drabbles about the founders and im gonna put them under a cut
also im bad at titling them
butterfly
Madara's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the late afternoon sun. He groaned lightly, the sun being too bright for his eyes at the moment. He closed them and turned his head away, instead facing where Hashirama lay sleeping next to him. He had almost forgotten he was there, due to still being half-asleep. They had been sparring for a while before sitting down for a lunch together, and had fallen asleep next to each other. Madara rubbed his eyes to get them to focus. He blinked a few times, and was met with an interesting sight. Hashirama looked quite peaceful, sleeping on the grass next to him, though the interesting thing, to Madara, was the sheer amount of butterflies fluttering around him. He had never seen so many in one place before, except for around a plant that Naori had recently placed near her door, though he couldn't remember the name. Hashirama would probably know. He thought for a moment, and realized, of course butterflies would like Hashirama, the man was known for his affinity for plant life. He did recall that the moths that were so often drawn to the flames and lanterns around the bonfires seemed to drift over to Hashirama quite often, when he was there. He almost wanted to wake him up so he could see, as there were several different types, Madara recognized a swallowtail, but wasn't aware of the names of any others. He didn't want to startle him, though, or risk accidentally scaring the butterflies away. It was such a...serene sight. He instead reached out, gently, to comb his hand through his long hair. A butterfly flew over to Madara's hand and landed on his finger, making him gasp. He'd heard Izuna and Naori brag about how a butterfly had landed on them before, but it had never happened to him, personally. He was slightly embarrassed, it seemed such a mundane thing to get excited over, but there was something so charming about it that it brought a smile to his face. It took off a few seconds later, flying over to a nearby bush. Madara continued to comb his fingers through Hashirama's hair, pausing when he stirred a bit. He saw him lazily open his eyes and look up at him.
"Hey there," Madara said, retracting his hand, "you have a good nap?"
Hashirama stretched his legs out, prompting a butterfly that had landed on him to fly away. He propped himself up on his elbows.
"I did, actually, did you?" he asked, pushing some stray hairs out of his face.
Madara shifted his weight a bit before responding, "It was nice."
Hashirama hummed in response and smiled, turning his head, his attention caught by one of the butterflies that was still hanging around.
"Oh, hello, there!" he moved to sit up properly and hold out his fingers, in case the butterfly wanted to land, and it did, almost immediately. Hashirama tilted his head to the side and smiled at it. The butterfly took a few steps before taking off again, and Hashirama waved goodbye to it.
"Butterflies seem to like you," Madara observed aloud.
"Oh, yes, it's probably because I spend so much time around plants. I've had people tell me I smell like them? I've never actually noticed before... But, sometimes I feel bad, since I'm not actually a plant, so they're wasting their energy flying around me when they could be out searching for real ones..."
"You can always grow some, can't you?" Madara asked, shifting his sitting position so his legs were more comfortable. He of course knew that was true, he'd watch Hashirama decorate the office with whatever plants he thought looked the best at the time, sometimes overcrowding it. He mostly asked just to remind him that he could.
"I can, but...sometimes I don't notice they're there! I feel like I'm...false advertising. I guess there are plants out there that do that, though."
"Do what? False advertise?"
"Yeah, there are some plants that evolved to mimic other ones to increase their odds of getting pollinated. Some of them even mimic insects, it's actually really cool! I could show you them, some time!" Hashirama's mood changed mid-explanation, much to Madara's amusement. It was always nice to hear Hashirama blather about plants, even if he didn't always really understand what he was talking about. He realized it had been a while since he'd been to see Hashirama's garden besides a passing glance.
"Sure."
Hashirama's eyes brightened and he shook his hands about in glee.
"Oh, great! It's springtime, so it looks so lovely right now!" Hashirama changed his sitting position to directly face Madara, and shifted closer to him.
Madara chuckled, "I'm sure it is." He reached out to pull a piece of grass out of Hashirama's hair. Hashirama smiled gently, and raised his hand to brush some grass out of Madara's own hair, then rested his hand on his shoulder. Madara leaned into his touch, closing his eyes. He reached out to take a hold of his forearm and pull him closer, Hashirama immediately responding by putting his arms around Madara and leaning his head on his shoulder. Madara started to run his hands through his hair, again, and watched another butterfly flitter around Hashirama for a few seconds before landing on his ankle. Hashirama drew his left arm from around Madara's neck to bloom a flower near the butterfly, then returned his arm to where it was. The butterfly flew from his ankle to the flower. Madara smiled and closed his eyes again, briefly wondering if it was possible to get drunk on someone else's chakra. He started to consider the fact that the way they were going, they'd probably end up falling asleep again, but it was so comfortable, he didn't mind.
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tobirama and izuna play with a cat
Tobirama sluggishly got up from his chair, setting his cup of tea down. He was irked that it was taking him this long to wake up. He liked being up early in the morning, it made him feel more productive, but, today, his body was just not cooperating. He thought a bit of fresh air might help, and trudged over to open his front door. The moment he did, though, a cat jumped in and startled him. It then ran further into his house, bounding over to the living room. He stared in disbelief for a few seconds, then slid his door closed. Trying to shake off the initial surprise, he quickly followed it, finding it curled up next to Izuna on his couch.
"Oh, right, Izuna's here…" he muttered, remembering how drunk his friend was the night before. Izuna was going to attempt walking home on his own, but he was stumbling quite a bit, and it had started to snow, so Tobirama thought it'd be safer for him to just sleep on his couch.
The cat waved its tail a couple of times, brushing against Izuna's shoulder and face. Izuna awoke very quickly, apparently startled by the fluff of the cat's tail against his face. He shut his eyes tight for a few seconds, then opened them again, blinking several times and yawning. He then smiled and shifted his position so he could pet the cat, comfortably.
"Hey there, did you follow me all the way here?" he asked, sweetly. The cat started kneading the couch and purring. Izuna looked up to see Tobirama looking on, curiously.
"Oh, morning," he said, yawning again.
"Good morning…" Tobirama responded, "Um…" He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the cat, putting on an expression that said, "Explain, please."
"Oh…! This is a cat that's been hanging around my house a lot. I don't have a name for him, yet, but I'll think of one, soon! I keep trying to get him to come in the house, but he always manages to get out at night…" Izuna sat up, pulling the cat into his lap.
"Huh...Well, he sure likes you, then, if he follows you around so much," Tobirama said. He shifted on his feet and started to sway side to side a little bit. Izuna hummed.
"Yeah, the other day he turned up at the aviary! I was worried he might get into a spat with the birds, though, so I had to take him somewhere else- oop!" Izuna ended his sentence in an exclamation of surprise, as the cat jumped from his arms onto the floor. He walked up to Tobirama's feet. Tobirama quit swaying back and forth and looked down.
"...Hello," he greeted.
The cat responded by sitting down on its hind legs.
"Aww!" Izuna crooned, sliding his legs off he couch so his feet touched the floor, "Oh! He might be hungry, right? You got any cat food?"
"I... haven't had a cat in a while…" Tobirama brought his hand up to his chin and tapped it a few times, thinking of the cat he and Hashirama had taken care of back before the village was formed, whom Hashirama had named Akimayu. She had taken a liking to them after they had fed her a couple bites of fish from a day of fishing by the river, and followed them home. She was already quite old, and died a few years later. He'd thought of taking in another cat recently, but had never got around to it. He didn't really remember what was and wasn't safe for cats to eat, and he didn't even have much fish at the moment. He did remember one thing, though.
"I've got bread…" he said, finally, making his way to the kitchen. He opened a drawer, retrieved a knife, took a loaf of bread out of the breadbox, cut off a thin slice, and cut it into a few smaller pieces. He turned around and saw that the cat had followed him into the kitchen.
"Hey there," he waved one of the bread pieces around, "I'm going back in there," he gestured to the living room, where Izuna had moved to sit cross-legged on the floor. Tobirama decided to join him, and the cat followed, eyes trained on the bread in his hand. Tobirama lifted one up in the air and waved it around to get his attention, then tossed it a few feet away. The cat watched it fall on the ground and jumped over to it, sniffing it for a moment and then eating it. He sat down on his hind legs again and licked his paw. Izuna held out his hand towards Tobirama, silently asking for a piece of bread to throw. Tobirama plopped one in his hand.
"Hey!" Izuna whisper-yelled, holding up the piece of bread, catching the cat's attention, once again. He tossed it up in the air, then it landed about half a foot away from his leg. The cat bounded over to him and quickly snatched it up.
"He's energetic, this morning!" Izuna remarked, reaching his right arm out to pet him.
Tobirama hummed in agreement, watching the cat enjoy the attention he was getting. He wished he had something other than random household objects for him to play with, he didn't really feel like getting his belongings scratched up. He started thinking back to what he let Akimayu play with, then remembered a cat toy he'd had at one point.
"Oh, hang on, I'm going to look for something," he told Izuna, getting up from the floor and walking over to the dresser next to the couch. The dresser's drawers were filled with items or trinkets that he wasn't sure where to place, or things he wanted to get rid of that he didn't need anymore, but didn't really know where to dispose of them, or who would even want them. He rummaged around for about thirty seconds, then gasped, "A-ha!" and pulled out a little toy fishing rod with a fish at the end of the line, where a hook would normally be, then closed the drawer and walked back over to his company.
"Aww, that's cute! Where'd you get it?" Izuna asked, leaning in to look at it closer.
"I'm not sure, Anija found it somewhere, I think," he said, holding it out and waving it in the cat's field of vision. The cat perked up and watched it, carefully. Tobirama shook it around a little, smiling when the cat got up to paw at it. Izuna giggled as he watched him wave the fishing rod around as the cat jumped around trying to catch the fish on the end.
"Let me try!" he asked, ecstatically holding out his hands for the toy. Tobirama handed it to him. Izuna immediately raised it up as high as he could, and the cat pounced at it, missing it by just a few inches, landing against the couch, quickly righting itself. Izuna lowered the rod a bit, knocking the fish around by tapping it with his finger. He laughed as he continued waving it around and watching him play with it.
"You really should name him, you know," Tobirama said, smiling fondly at the cat wildly jumping around at the fishing rod.
"Maybe I'll name him Tobi!"
"Please don't."
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tobirama gets appendicitis (this ones from the loosely greys anatomy based surgeon au)
"I'm a surgeon...I shouldn't be having surgery...on myself..."
"Yeah, well, you need surgery for appendicitis."
Hashirama patted his little brother's shoulder as he helped him into the hospital bed. Morphine should be kicking in about now, he thought. Tobirama had asked for some earlier. Appendicitis will do that to you.
"What are...are you gonna be in the surgery?" Tobirama asked, pulling the blankets over himself.
Hashirama blew air out his nose to cover a laugh.
"Family can't operate on family, you know. Not like you to forget stuff like that," he said.
"Ohh..." Tobirama looked back at his brother, appearing a little dazed.
Hashirama laughed softly to himself. He sat down in a chair next to the bed. He'd always heard silly things people say while on morphine or dilaudid, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about how Tobirama would behave. He reached out to gently pat his head.
"You'll be alright. Nakahara does appys practically every day!"
Tobirama responded with a lazy groan. Hashirama patted his shoulder a few more times and then leaned back in his chair. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and started twirling it around in his fingers. An appendectomy was a common procedure, sure, but with every surgery came risks. He didn't want to think about complications arising while his little brother was open on the table, so he instead concentrated on comforting him and making sure his pen didn't fall out of his hand.
His rising anxiety was interrupted by the vision of fluttering fingers in front of his face. He blinked and looked up to see Tobirama with an uncharacteristicly lazy smile on his face and wiggling his hand and fingers to get Hashirama's attention. Hashirama giggled, thinking he probably hadn't seen him do that since he was about six.
"Yes, Tobirama?" he asked, placing his hands in his lap, tilting his head to the side and leaning forward to look attentive.
Tobirama drew his hand back in.
"You're a good brother," he drawled.
Hashirama leaned further forward with a stifled laugh.
"Well, thank you, Tobirama! I think you're a good brother, too."
Tobirama snorted and giggled. He turned his head to watch the door.
Hashirama leaned over to see out the door, himself, his still climbing anxiety quelled a bit when he saw a tangled mess of long, black, wavy hair. He observed Madara standing against the wall, looking puzzled, a medical journal in his hands. He couldn't make out what it was, but knowing Madara, he assumed it was something about cardiothoracics. He smiled as he saw him stifle a yawn.
Madara closed the journal, looking frustrated, and began walking - who knows where, but he made it close enough to the door for Tobirama to see.
"Madara!" he shouted.
Hashirama was about to shout his name as well, but was startled by Tobirama doing it first.
Madara stopped for a second, then continued walking.
"Madaraaaa! Hey, listen to me!" Tobirama continued shouting.
Hashirama put a hand over his mouth to try to keep from laughing as he saw an annoyed and disgruntled-looking Madara enter the doorway.
"What, Tobirama?" he asked.
Tobirama simply waved.
"Hi."
Madara raised an eyebrow, looked to Hashirama, then back to Tobirama.
"Are you high?"
"Who's high?!" Hashirama heard a voice yell, and Madara dropped his journal and almost fell over when his younger brother nearly jumped onto him.
"Ow! Izuna!"
Izuna laughed as he patted Madara on the back, or rather, the hair that was covering his back.
"You're alright, Nii-san!"
Izuna picked up Madara's journal and handed it back to him, looking around to observe the room, doing a double-take when he saw Tobirama laying in a hospital bed.
"Oh...I take it it wasn't just an ulcer, huh?" he asked.
"Appeeeendicitis," Tobirama answered, lifting his hand and twirling a finger around in a circle.
Izuna turned to Madara, "He threw up, earlier, you know? I told him all morning to get someone to examine him, 'cause he was complaining his stomach hurt, now look at him, I was right!"
"Shut up, who cares what you thought about my stomach pain…?" Tobirama grumbled, then turned to face Hashirama, "Who's operating on me?"
"I told you, Dr. Nakahara! Mito's going to be assisting, though," Hashirama said, reaching out, searching for Tobirama's chart.
"Aw, what! I could've had a chance to help take out your appendix?!" Izuna asked, walking closer to the bed, placing his hands on his hips, as if he was upset.
"I didn't tell them you couldn't, Izzz..." Tobirama groaned, words trailing off.
"Well, I'm going to ask Nakahara if she's got room for me!" Izuna exclaimed, rushing out the door as fast as he had rushed in.
Tobirama sighed.
"Greaaat...Anija, can you ask Mito to tell Izuna not to leave a towel in my body? He might think...that it's funnyyyyy," Tobirama whined.
Madara scoffed and tucked his journal under his left arm.
"Izuna's not going to hurt you, idiot."
"Heyy, I'm not a-"
"Even if he wanted to, he's not going to leave a towel in you and put his career at risk," Madara crossed his arms and glared sternly at Tobirama. His eyes moved over to Hashirama and softened a bit.
"See, Tobirama? Madara knows Izuna the best, listen to him, won't you?" Hashirama leaned into his younger brother's line of sight. He nearly burst out laughing when he saw Tobirama's morphine-induced puppy-dog eyes. It was a strange look for him.
"You'll be alright," Hashirama crooned. He extended an arm and ruffled his little brother's hair.
these are all short little drabbles about the founders and im gonna put them under a cut
also im bad at titling them
butterfly
Madara's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the late afternoon sun. He groaned lightly, the sun being too bright for his eyes at the moment. He closed them and turned his head away, instead facing where Hashirama lay sleeping next to him. He had almost forgotten he was there, due to still being half-asleep. They had been sparring for a while before sitting down for a lunch together, and had fallen asleep next to each other. Madara rubbed his eyes to get them to focus. He blinked a few times, and was met with an interesting sight. Hashirama looked quite peaceful, sleeping on the grass next to him, though the interesting thing, to Madara, was the sheer amount of butterflies fluttering around him. He had never seen so many in one place before, except for around a plant that Naori had recently placed near her door, though he couldn't remember the name. Hashirama would probably know. He thought for a moment, and realized, of course butterflies would like Hashirama, the man was known for his affinity for plant life. He did recall that the moths that were so often drawn to the flames and lanterns around the bonfires seemed to drift over to Hashirama quite often, when he was there. He almost wanted to wake him up so he could see, as there were several different types, Madara recognized a swallowtail, but wasn't aware of the names of any others. He didn't want to startle him, though, or risk accidentally scaring the butterflies away. It was such a...serene sight. He instead reached out, gently, to comb his hand through his long hair. A butterfly flew over to Madara's hand and landed on his finger, making him gasp. He'd heard Izuna and Naori brag about how a butterfly had landed on them before, but it had never happened to him, personally. He was slightly embarrassed, it seemed such a mundane thing to get excited over, but there was something so charming about it that it brought a smile to his face. It took off a few seconds later, flying over to a nearby bush. Madara continued to comb his fingers through Hashirama's hair, pausing when he stirred a bit. He saw him lazily open his eyes and look up at him.
"Hey there," Madara said, retracting his hand, "you have a good nap?"
Hashirama stretched his legs out, prompting a butterfly that had landed on him to fly away. He propped himself up on his elbows.
"I did, actually, did you?" he asked, pushing some stray hairs out of his face.
Madara shifted his weight a bit before responding, "It was nice."
Hashirama hummed in response and smiled, turning his head, his attention caught by one of the butterflies that was still hanging around.
"Oh, hello, there!" he moved to sit up properly and hold out his fingers, in case the butterfly wanted to land, and it did, almost immediately. Hashirama tilted his head to the side and smiled at it. The butterfly took a few steps before taking off again, and Hashirama waved goodbye to it.
"Butterflies seem to like you," Madara observed aloud.
"Oh, yes, it's probably because I spend so much time around plants. I've had people tell me I smell like them? I've never actually noticed before... But, sometimes I feel bad, since I'm not actually a plant, so they're wasting their energy flying around me when they could be out searching for real ones..."
"You can always grow some, can't you?" Madara asked, shifting his sitting position so his legs were more comfortable. He of course knew that was true, he'd watch Hashirama decorate the office with whatever plants he thought looked the best at the time, sometimes overcrowding it. He mostly asked just to remind him that he could.
"I can, but...sometimes I don't notice they're there! I feel like I'm...false advertising. I guess there are plants out there that do that, though."
"Do what? False advertise?"
"Yeah, there are some plants that evolved to mimic other ones to increase their odds of getting pollinated. Some of them even mimic insects, it's actually really cool! I could show you them, some time!" Hashirama's mood changed mid-explanation, much to Madara's amusement. It was always nice to hear Hashirama blather about plants, even if he didn't always really understand what he was talking about. He realized it had been a while since he'd been to see Hashirama's garden besides a passing glance.
"Sure."
Hashirama's eyes brightened and he shook his hands about in glee.
"Oh, great! It's springtime, so it looks so lovely right now!" Hashirama changed his sitting position to directly face Madara, and shifted closer to him.
Madara chuckled, "I'm sure it is." He reached out to pull a piece of grass out of Hashirama's hair. Hashirama smiled gently, and raised his hand to brush some grass out of Madara's own hair, then rested his hand on his shoulder. Madara leaned into his touch, closing his eyes. He reached out to take a hold of his forearm and pull him closer, Hashirama immediately responding by putting his arms around Madara and leaning his head on his shoulder. Madara started to run his hands through his hair, again, and watched another butterfly flitter around Hashirama for a few seconds before landing on his ankle. Hashirama drew his left arm from around Madara's neck to bloom a flower near the butterfly, then returned his arm to where it was. The butterfly flew from his ankle to the flower. Madara smiled and closed his eyes again, briefly wondering if it was possible to get drunk on someone else's chakra. He started to consider the fact that the way they were going, they'd probably end up falling asleep again, but it was so comfortable, he didn't mind.
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tobirama and izuna play with a cat
Tobirama sluggishly got up from his chair, setting his cup of tea down. He was irked that it was taking him this long to wake up. He liked being up early in the morning, it made him feel more productive, but, today, his body was just not cooperating. He thought a bit of fresh air might help, and trudged over to open his front door. The moment he did, though, a cat jumped in and startled him. It then ran further into his house, bounding over to the living room. He stared in disbelief for a few seconds, then slid his door closed. Trying to shake off the initial surprise, he quickly followed it, finding it curled up next to Izuna on his couch.
"Oh, right, Izuna's here…" he muttered, remembering how drunk his friend was the night before. Izuna was going to attempt walking home on his own, but he was stumbling quite a bit, and it had started to snow, so Tobirama thought it'd be safer for him to just sleep on his couch.
The cat waved its tail a couple of times, brushing against Izuna's shoulder and face. Izuna awoke very quickly, apparently startled by the fluff of the cat's tail against his face. He shut his eyes tight for a few seconds, then opened them again, blinking several times and yawning. He then smiled and shifted his position so he could pet the cat, comfortably.
"Hey there, did you follow me all the way here?" he asked, sweetly. The cat started kneading the couch and purring. Izuna looked up to see Tobirama looking on, curiously.
"Oh, morning," he said, yawning again.
"Good morning…" Tobirama responded, "Um…" He raised an eyebrow and gestured to the cat, putting on an expression that said, "Explain, please."
"Oh…! This is a cat that's been hanging around my house a lot. I don't have a name for him, yet, but I'll think of one, soon! I keep trying to get him to come in the house, but he always manages to get out at night…" Izuna sat up, pulling the cat into his lap.
"Huh...Well, he sure likes you, then, if he follows you around so much," Tobirama said. He shifted on his feet and started to sway side to side a little bit. Izuna hummed.
"Yeah, the other day he turned up at the aviary! I was worried he might get into a spat with the birds, though, so I had to take him somewhere else- oop!" Izuna ended his sentence in an exclamation of surprise, as the cat jumped from his arms onto the floor. He walked up to Tobirama's feet. Tobirama quit swaying back and forth and looked down.
"...Hello," he greeted.
The cat responded by sitting down on its hind legs.
"Aww!" Izuna crooned, sliding his legs off he couch so his feet touched the floor, "Oh! He might be hungry, right? You got any cat food?"
"I... haven't had a cat in a while…" Tobirama brought his hand up to his chin and tapped it a few times, thinking of the cat he and Hashirama had taken care of back before the village was formed, whom Hashirama had named Akimayu. She had taken a liking to them after they had fed her a couple bites of fish from a day of fishing by the river, and followed them home. She was already quite old, and died a few years later. He'd thought of taking in another cat recently, but had never got around to it. He didn't really remember what was and wasn't safe for cats to eat, and he didn't even have much fish at the moment. He did remember one thing, though.
"I've got bread…" he said, finally, making his way to the kitchen. He opened a drawer, retrieved a knife, took a loaf of bread out of the breadbox, cut off a thin slice, and cut it into a few smaller pieces. He turned around and saw that the cat had followed him into the kitchen.
"Hey there," he waved one of the bread pieces around, "I'm going back in there," he gestured to the living room, where Izuna had moved to sit cross-legged on the floor. Tobirama decided to join him, and the cat followed, eyes trained on the bread in his hand. Tobirama lifted one up in the air and waved it around to get his attention, then tossed it a few feet away. The cat watched it fall on the ground and jumped over to it, sniffing it for a moment and then eating it. He sat down on his hind legs again and licked his paw. Izuna held out his hand towards Tobirama, silently asking for a piece of bread to throw. Tobirama plopped one in his hand.
"Hey!" Izuna whisper-yelled, holding up the piece of bread, catching the cat's attention, once again. He tossed it up in the air, then it landed about half a foot away from his leg. The cat bounded over to him and quickly snatched it up.
"He's energetic, this morning!" Izuna remarked, reaching his right arm out to pet him.
Tobirama hummed in agreement, watching the cat enjoy the attention he was getting. He wished he had something other than random household objects for him to play with, he didn't really feel like getting his belongings scratched up. He started thinking back to what he let Akimayu play with, then remembered a cat toy he'd had at one point.
"Oh, hang on, I'm going to look for something," he told Izuna, getting up from the floor and walking over to the dresser next to the couch. The dresser's drawers were filled with items or trinkets that he wasn't sure where to place, or things he wanted to get rid of that he didn't need anymore, but didn't really know where to dispose of them, or who would even want them. He rummaged around for about thirty seconds, then gasped, "A-ha!" and pulled out a little toy fishing rod with a fish at the end of the line, where a hook would normally be, then closed the drawer and walked back over to his company.
"Aww, that's cute! Where'd you get it?" Izuna asked, leaning in to look at it closer.
"I'm not sure, Anija found it somewhere, I think," he said, holding it out and waving it in the cat's field of vision. The cat perked up and watched it, carefully. Tobirama shook it around a little, smiling when the cat got up to paw at it. Izuna giggled as he watched him wave the fishing rod around as the cat jumped around trying to catch the fish on the end.
"Let me try!" he asked, ecstatically holding out his hands for the toy. Tobirama handed it to him. Izuna immediately raised it up as high as he could, and the cat pounced at it, missing it by just a few inches, landing against the couch, quickly righting itself. Izuna lowered the rod a bit, knocking the fish around by tapping it with his finger. He laughed as he continued waving it around and watching him play with it.
"You really should name him, you know," Tobirama said, smiling fondly at the cat wildly jumping around at the fishing rod.
"Maybe I'll name him Tobi!"
"Please don't."
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tobirama gets appendicitis (this ones from the loosely greys anatomy based surgeon au)
"I'm a surgeon...I shouldn't be having surgery...on myself..."
"Yeah, well, you need surgery for appendicitis."
Hashirama patted his little brother's shoulder as he helped him into the hospital bed. Morphine should be kicking in about now, he thought. Tobirama had asked for some earlier. Appendicitis will do that to you.
"What are...are you gonna be in the surgery?" Tobirama asked, pulling the blankets over himself.
Hashirama blew air out his nose to cover a laugh.
"Family can't operate on family, you know. Not like you to forget stuff like that," he said.
"Ohh..." Tobirama looked back at his brother, appearing a little dazed.
Hashirama laughed softly to himself. He sat down in a chair next to the bed. He'd always heard silly things people say while on morphine or dilaudid, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious about how Tobirama would behave. He reached out to gently pat his head.
"You'll be alright. Nakahara does appys practically every day!"
Tobirama responded with a lazy groan. Hashirama patted his shoulder a few more times and then leaned back in his chair. He pulled a pen out of his pocket and started twirling it around in his fingers. An appendectomy was a common procedure, sure, but with every surgery came risks. He didn't want to think about complications arising while his little brother was open on the table, so he instead concentrated on comforting him and making sure his pen didn't fall out of his hand.
His rising anxiety was interrupted by the vision of fluttering fingers in front of his face. He blinked and looked up to see Tobirama with an uncharacteristicly lazy smile on his face and wiggling his hand and fingers to get Hashirama's attention. Hashirama giggled, thinking he probably hadn't seen him do that since he was about six.
"Yes, Tobirama?" he asked, placing his hands in his lap, tilting his head to the side and leaning forward to look attentive.
Tobirama drew his hand back in.
"You're a good brother," he drawled.
Hashirama leaned further forward with a stifled laugh.
"Well, thank you, Tobirama! I think you're a good brother, too."
Tobirama snorted and giggled. He turned his head to watch the door.
Hashirama leaned over to see out the door, himself, his still climbing anxiety quelled a bit when he saw a tangled mess of long, black, wavy hair. He observed Madara standing against the wall, looking puzzled, a medical journal in his hands. He couldn't make out what it was, but knowing Madara, he assumed it was something about cardiothoracics. He smiled as he saw him stifle a yawn.
Madara closed the journal, looking frustrated, and began walking - who knows where, but he made it close enough to the door for Tobirama to see.
"Madara!" he shouted.
Hashirama was about to shout his name as well, but was startled by Tobirama doing it first.
Madara stopped for a second, then continued walking.
"Madaraaaa! Hey, listen to me!" Tobirama continued shouting.
Hashirama put a hand over his mouth to try to keep from laughing as he saw an annoyed and disgruntled-looking Madara enter the doorway.
"What, Tobirama?" he asked.
Tobirama simply waved.
"Hi."
Madara raised an eyebrow, looked to Hashirama, then back to Tobirama.
"Are you high?"
"Who's high?!" Hashirama heard a voice yell, and Madara dropped his journal and almost fell over when his younger brother nearly jumped onto him.
"Ow! Izuna!"
Izuna laughed as he patted Madara on the back, or rather, the hair that was covering his back.
"You're alright, Nii-san!"
Izuna picked up Madara's journal and handed it back to him, looking around to observe the room, doing a double-take when he saw Tobirama laying in a hospital bed.
"Oh...I take it it wasn't just an ulcer, huh?" he asked.
"Appeeeendicitis," Tobirama answered, lifting his hand and twirling a finger around in a circle.
Izuna turned to Madara, "He threw up, earlier, you know? I told him all morning to get someone to examine him, 'cause he was complaining his stomach hurt, now look at him, I was right!"
"Shut up, who cares what you thought about my stomach pain…?" Tobirama grumbled, then turned to face Hashirama, "Who's operating on me?"
"I told you, Dr. Nakahara! Mito's going to be assisting, though," Hashirama said, reaching out, searching for Tobirama's chart.
"Aw, what! I could've had a chance to help take out your appendix?!" Izuna asked, walking closer to the bed, placing his hands on his hips, as if he was upset.
"I didn't tell them you couldn't, Izzz..." Tobirama groaned, words trailing off.
"Well, I'm going to ask Nakahara if she's got room for me!" Izuna exclaimed, rushing out the door as fast as he had rushed in.
Tobirama sighed.
"Greaaat...Anija, can you ask Mito to tell Izuna not to leave a towel in my body? He might think...that it's funnyyyyy," Tobirama whined.
Madara scoffed and tucked his journal under his left arm.
"Izuna's not going to hurt you, idiot."
"Heyy, I'm not a-"
"Even if he wanted to, he's not going to leave a towel in you and put his career at risk," Madara crossed his arms and glared sternly at Tobirama. His eyes moved over to Hashirama and softened a bit.
"See, Tobirama? Madara knows Izuna the best, listen to him, won't you?" Hashirama leaned into his younger brother's line of sight. He nearly burst out laughing when he saw Tobirama's morphine-induced puppy-dog eyes. It was a strange look for him.
"You'll be alright," Hashirama crooned. He extended an arm and ruffled his little brother's hair.