Cold Shoulders
Summary: |IzuMada| I'd fight this battle with you as well as I'd battle this fight for you, brother.
Disclaimer: Yes, I do—not.
Notes: Yes, I prefer Izuna "topping" Madara. Why? Because Madara has clearly submitted to his brother when he has asked him for a clutch.
Enjoy!
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I could have never known how silky his hair was if I wouldn't have done it. I could have never told how softly his skin crawled under my fingertips if I would have refused his wishes. I could have never known if I would or should do it once in my life like I did.
Because my heart keeps on beating due to the magic click of his presence lingering around me. Because I live with him lying next to me. Because I breath the sweat and the rush and the screaming of our fights and trainings. Because there's no meaning behind the door if he is not standing on the other side opening it.
Yes, I fall.
He asked for me to follow him. He asked of me my skills to develop. He wished for me to be his partner in crime –both of us lost in battle but facing the enemy side to side. He pushed me farther away and without further delay enhancing these emotions that had been harboring and were gently cradled inside my heart. He made me realize that I'm of those who keep walking forward no matter what and that I'd rather stay quiet than resent that.
And there are no empty sockets in my face, there are no blank images because you filled my world with colors and patterns and sketches of brand new landscapes and horizons. And it was your feather that rose and lay down from time to time in the air. And it was the frill printed in ink on your parchment that built castles in the air. And those castles became tangible. And those frail crystal passions were as ethereal as well. And it was about you and me.
You put on the show but you got me. You've always had and will always have me. Your cursive will write this sonnet to the end. You will have me through all the lies, through your disguise, through all demise. You'd take me so far away. You'll soar your wings in the right measure and so far away within your own visions and you'd find the treasure. You will pick me before it ends.
Should I? Could I? Brother? Brother. Brother!
I gave him my eyes because he was losing the light of our doujutsu. I'd give him my lungs if he couldn't breathe ripped out from my chest. I'd slash my legs for him to walk the long tortured miles. I'd give him my temperance, my patience, my level-headed personality and the wings that may never sprout in me.
Yes, I've fallen. The very moment I fell in love with him.
If I had. If I could. If I should give him my heart. It won't be necessary since I had the chance of being his brother from the very beginning.
~Fin*
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Final notes: Hope you liked so far. I have no idea where the inspiration came from. I just love these two together as much as I love Itachi and Sasuke together and I think it's pretty unfair that because Izuna has few to little appearances he doesn't stand the same grounds of character range next to his brother. Oh well! Yay for minorities. IzuMada rules~!