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Chapter 4: Had Enough

-In which Tobirama is completely clueless. Until she isn't.

Warnings: Izunaxfem!Tobirama.

Sixteen year old Tobirama Senju had had enough. She picked up another red rose from her windowsill and glared at the beautiful flower with a look that could burn toast.

How the Hell did these keep getting here? This was the third one in just as many weeks, always found in the exact same spot on the outside of her windowsill.

She had no idea who was putting them there or why. She had talked to Hashirama about it, her older brother had teased that she had a secret admirer but Tobirama knew that was ridiculous.

She ran a hand through her scruffy white hair, who would admire her? There had to be another reason.

Tobirama had checked the flowers over petal by petal for traps and explosives and other such problems, Hashirama had sighed and mourned the world where a teenage girl had to check flowers for explosives and poisons but Tobirama was always vigilant. No way was she letting it be said that she died because someone had lulled her into a false sense of security and then attached an explosive tag to a flower.

No. Freaking. Way.

After checking out the flower Tobirama shrugged and placed it in the vase on her desk with the others, maybe someone was really just trying to be nice to her.

A week later Tobirama limped into a meadow beside her family's house, she hadn't seen any sign of a rose since that one last week, a good thing too because her family had been engaged in a battle with the Uchiha Clan and she had only just gotten back.

She wondered if whoever was leaving them there knew that. Or if it was someone from her Clan who had gone to the battle with her. Or… she truly didn't know.

Tobirama sat down against her favourite tree, one she had watched her brother make with his special jutsu, wincing slightly at the pressure on her injured leg. That damn Izuna Uchiha had nicked her thigh with a kunai in the last battle.

It wasn't a serious wound, he had missed her artery by a long way and it was no more than a minor inconvenience, she hadn't even bothered to go get it healed yet, not when the healers of her Clan were busy with members whose wounds were far more serious then her own.

Leaning back against the tree with a sigh, Tobirama shut her red eyes, long eyelashes, amazingly dark for an albino, brushed her cheek as she did so and she lazily raised a hand to cover her mouth as she yawned before letting the hand fall carelessly to her side. Here she was safe, nothing could bother her here and, for now, the fight was over. With that happy thought, Tobirama drifted off into a deep slumber for the first time in a week.

Tobirama's eyes snapped open; she bolted upright, pulling a kunai from the pouch on her leg. She looked around warily, for a few minutes before relaxing slightly.

She must've been asleep for a good many hours, but she knew she was okay, her father couldn't yell at her for being so irresponsible, he and Hashirama were still out on the battlefield, searching for survivors.

The sun had long since set, however Tobirama could still see, due to the huge full moon, bathing her meadow in a fairy-like silver glow.

She looked down at the grass, each blade stood out clearly, black outlined by shadows with a silver colouring, and it was magical.

Tobirama stopped and frowned, the reason she had woken up so quickly was because she had sworn she had sensed a human presence that wasn't her own in the meadow. She couldn't feel anyone now but that didn't mean something wasn't amiss.

Her injured leg felt strange. It felt strange as in it didn't feel strange. She undid the bandages and rolled her tights up as far as they would go. Then she gasped in astonishment, the wound was gone! The only proof that she had ever been injured were the now useless bandages she held in her hands.

Tobirama rolled up the bandages and put them in her pouch, then froze, of all the things she had been expecting, this wasn't one of them. Right down by her right foot…

Was a perfect red rose.

Tobirama picked up the rose, and then her head jerked up once more. That presence was back. Her eyes scanned the dark meadow again.

She found him just as he emitted a soft laugh. Her eyes flicked upwards to a shadow, darker than the others, lounging on a tree branch on the opposite side of the meadow.

His chakra was suppressed so she couldn't feel it but she knew that laugh and that silhouette as well as she knew her own name. Her hands tightened on the kunai and the flower.

Is he crazy, this is Senju property! Her eyes flicked around, he was alone. Does he have some sort of death wish?

Lithely as a cat, Izuna Uchiha dropped to the ground and leisurely walked over to her. Tobirama tracked his movements warily but avoided looking at his face. If their eyes met, it could mean her death.

Izuna stopped a meter or so away from her and held up his hands, eyes shut to show he was unarmed and had no intention of using his sharingan. He had placed himself completely at her mercy.

But why?

"I hope my affections weren't making you uncomfortable," Izuna said, gesturing in the general direction of the hand Tobirama was holding the rose with.

"It was you?" Tobirama gasped, she dropped the rose as though it was a poisonous snake or worse, who knew with the Uchiha.

An amused smile creased Izuna's usually serious face, "I'm going to open my eyes now, okay?" He asked, keeping his hands up, palms facing her, to show he was unarmed, though his eyes were all the weapons he needed.

"Do what you like, I'm not afraid of you, tell me why you're here." Tobirama demanded. Though she did move her gaze from his face to his collarbone, she wasn't scared, she was just appropriately wary.

Izuna's eyes opened, they were black. He knelt and picked up the dropped rose, offering it to her. "It's a flower, just a flower." He said. Tobirama gave his collar a look that said 'are you serious?' and made no move to take the flower.

"Why are you here?" She asked again.

"I was worried that my affections might be unnerving you, I came to clear up any misunderstandings there might be between us." Izuna replied. She might not be looking at his face but he was looking at hers.

She was so pale she seemed to glow in the darkness, her white hair turned silver moonlight, going well with her surroundings, she was mystical and perfect, beautiful and deadly. He took a split second to admire her in this light, her sculpted face and red lips, soft hair, slender body; shapely curves and-

Stop right there. He told himself.

"Okay," Tobirama held up a hand to stop him, "you've been sneaking onto the Senju compound on a weekly basis and leaving me flowers?!"

What were his real intentions? No one had been assassinated and nothing had been sabotaged. So what was his real aim in sneaking onto her property? It couldn't be just to leave her flowers.

Right? Right?!

"Yeah, pretty much," Izuna admitted, "Though all of my intentions were pure, I assure you."

"Right," said Tobirama. She wasn't sure what else to say.

"I'm sorry about your leg, I hope I was able to fix any damage I caused," Izuna said. Tobirama grabbed her thigh, he'd healed her leg?! He'd gotten close enough to heal her leg and leave a flower by her while she slept?!

Okay, she was doubling, no, tripling the guards around the compound and never letting her guard down again, no matter where she was. If he could get in, others could too and not everyone would have such peaceful intentions.

Izuna took a step closer and brushed a strand of hair away from her face, Tobirama was too shocked to stop him.

"I thought about waking you, but you looked so peaceful I couldn't bring myself to do it." Izuna admitted, "but, since I've caught you awake, there's something I want to try."

He leaned forwards and kissed Tobirama on the lips. She stood there, frozen.

Izuna pulled back and cupped her cheek, "until next time." He whispered. Then he flickered and disappeared.

Tobirama stood there staring at the spot where her arch nemesis had been standing, feeling as though her brain was about to implode. But she couldn't help but wonder; did Izuna mean 'next time' on the battlefield as enemies?

Or next time standing together under the moonlight?

Wow! That was long! Hope you guys don't mind.

There you are Nymes, this one's for you. Hope it's something like what you wanted.

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