Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto.
Author's note: I love the twins, but their lives are pretty depressing.
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Hiashi and Hizashi stand facing one another, and as twins they look for all the world like the reflection of a mirror, the same save for the green curse mark that newly adorns Hizashi's forehead. Not that such things really matter to them, for they are brothers and young, and today they are playing one of their favorite games.
"You can go first," Hiashi teasingly tells his younger brother, holding his small hands out in front of him, palms up and ready for the great battle of reflexes. "You always miss."
Hizashi grins and places his hand palms down over his brother's, so close that he can feel the warmth radiating from them. He holds them there for a few heartbeats, staring steadily into his older brother's eyes, and then quickly slaps the hands downward at the same time Hiashi pulls his away.
The smack echoes loudly in the empty hall, and Hizashi has one brief moment of exaltation. He has done it, finally beaten his big brother! "I won! Take that, Hiashi!"
And then the door slides open, and their stern father is standing there, having overseen the whole thing with his all seeing white eyes. And the twins can tell that while status matters little to them, Hizashi is now guilty of striking a Main House member, and nothing shall ever be the same.