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Devil's Breath Part Thirty-six
Izuna's lips twitched. His rival looked, dare he say it, cute. Barefoot and blurry eyed, spiky white hair askew, and about as far from the blood soaked ghost of the battlefields as one could possibly imagine. Clearly, Tobirama was not a morning person.
"Izuna," the albino moaned, leaning against the doorframe. "It's barely dawn."
"But it is dawn," the Uchiha chirped cheerfully. He pointed to where a soft palate of pastel colors had begun to paint the horizon. "See."
Tobirama's only response was to groan. It was way too early for this.
Izuna inwardly snickered before striking a pose. "It is far too lovely a day to stay abed my rival," he announced in a grandiose fashion, teeth flashing. "And I would be remiss if I allowed you to waste this, the Springtime of Your Youth!"
The albino groaned again covering his face with one hand. While it was true when it came to physical conditioning, there was no one better than the Maito Clan, he was beginning to think introducing Izuna to them had been a mistake. "I swear Izuna," Tobirama muttered. "If you start to pick up their fashion sense I will have no choice but to feed you your own teeth, individually."
Izuna's expression morphed into something more familiar. "You can try," he smirked, eyes gleaming. "In fact, I dare you."
Slowly, Tobirama lowered his hand, anticipation beginning to stir in his chest. "You mean that."
"You won our last fight," the Uchiha answered simply. "I can hardly let that stand."
"Technically," Tobirama returned his rival's smirk. "I won our last two fights."
"The second one so doesn't count," Izuna objected. He had been half dead at the time.
The albino just laughed. If his rival didn't want him to count the second fight, then he shouldn't have woken him at the crack of dawn.
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Last chance to submit ideas. If I get inspired I will include another few scenes but otherwise this story will be wrapping up. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. -Peppymint