Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor will I ever. I don't own it's characters either.
AU! Indra is eighteen and Tobirama is fifteen. Set during the Heian Period.
There is no chakra in this AU. No chakra means no shinobi.
My second attempt at this (more than likely crack) pairing. No smut this time.
Tobirama woke up with a groan. He sat up, hissing as he did so. Indra had been rougher than he had first thought and he couldn't help but hope that he wasn't injured down there. He didn't want to have to see a healer and explain why that area was injured. No. Because then somebody would know.
Which could not happen. Which could never happen.
One glance towards the window told him that it was still night-perhaps one or two o'clock. Normally he never woke so early, but perhaps it was a good thing that he did-he might be able to return home without getting caught and before his brothers woke up.
To be honest, he didn't want to leave Indra but if he stayed they would get caught and the consequences could be severe...for both of them.
Sighing, he pulled the blankets off of himself and attempted to stand up, only for a hand to wrap around his wrist, stopping him.
"Don't go," the older boy-no, the young man-whispered. Tobirama was startled. He had thought him still asleep.
"I have to," he replies gently. Indra's grip tightened a bit
. "I know, but, please, just stay a little longer," the other murmured. "Just a little longer."
"I can't," he said. "I have to go. If I stay, I'll be seen and then questions will be asked and then everyone will know."
"I don't care," Indra growled. "I don't care if everyone finds out. I don't want you to go...ever."
Tobirama had to swallow his shock. "Saying you don't care is the same as saying you don't care if your family kills me for this."
Indra recoiled as if struck. "No! No! Don't ever think that, Tobirama! I do care! I'm just...I'm just so weary of hiding."
"As am I," Tobirama admitted once he got over his shock. "But we stand to lose a great deal if we don't remain cautious."
"Then I say we lose it," Indra said. "Keep our lives, but lose everything else. As long as you are with me, nothing else matters."
"You don't mean that," Tobirama frowned. "You don't mean that, Indra."
"I do though," the other insisted. "I don't care about titles or...or birth rights. That doesn't matter! Do you understand? It doesn't matter to me!"
"You are speaking without thought," Tobirama explained gently.
"I am not," was Indra's retort.
"You are a man of eighteen winters-you should be thinking with sense, not rashness."
Indra scowled but said nothing as he sat up and wrapped the white-haired boy in his arms, pulling him to his chest. Tobirama suppressed a blush as he fought to get free.
"Let me go, Indra!" he growled.
"No," was Indra's response. "I'm not letting you go...not now, not ever."
"You have to! If my family wakes up before I'm there, in my bed, questions will be asked!" Tobirama kept struggling.
"I don't care. You can come up with an excuse for why you weren't in bed," Indra murmured.
"You are being childish!" the younger struggled to keep his voice at a low volume. Tobirama wasn't angry, not really-not if he were honest with himself. He just wanted Indra to listen to reason.
At last, the younger got free and he pushed the elder away gently once he did. Indra scowled.
"Listen to me, you idiot!" Tobirama snapped, not caring that he just disrespected a man who was practically royalty. "If we are caught, you can lose everything! Your birthright, your title, your social standing, hell even your reputation! And what do I have to lose, you wonder? My life! And if I don't lose that, then I will lose my reputation and be made a social outcast! We would lose everyone's respect! I would lose my family's respect! And you would lose yours!"
Indra said nothing in response, choosing instead to think over his lover's words. He understood what the younger was saying and, reluctant though he was to admit it it, knew that he was right. If they were discovered...there was a lot at stake and did he really want to see Tobirama hurt in such a way? No. No he did not.
In fact...if he truly cared about his lover then he would have ended things right there and then. If he truly cared, he would not have gotten involved with the white-haired boy at all. But...he did and he didn't end it. He couldn't. Indra was in too deep. Indra had started caring. If the younger died because of him, because of his selfishness...then Indra's heart will undoubtedly die with him.
"You're right, as much as I hate to say it," Indra said at last. "You're absolutely right. I can't...I won't do that to you. I don't want you to go...but I'd rather this remain secret than waking up to someone holding a sword to your throat."
Tobirama gave him an amused stare. "I think you'd wake up to me without a head," he said coolly.
"Please don't say things like that," the elder repressed a shudder. Turning to the younger, Indra said, softly, "I will see you when morning comes."
"You will. That is...if my father doesn't work me like a pack mule and keep me busy throughout the morning."
"Before you go...can I...can I give a kiss?" Indra cursed himself for his request, for his hesitance. "Nevermind. Just-" He was cut off by a pair of soft, lips.
Though startled, Indra closed his eyes and let himself enjoy it.
"Farewell," Tobirama muttered when they broke apart. He left without another word. "Farewell," Indra said long after the white-haired boy left. Though it didn't really feel like a farewell because he knew he'll see his lover again.
A/N: Yep. Another IndraTobi one-shot. Nothing mature and it's not all bad. I hope.
So how was this one-shot? Good? Bad? Let me know in a comment and on where and how I can improve!