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Uchiha Izuna is 22 years old. He is the youngest of five brothers. He was the first to awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan.
Uchiha Izuna's skin is peeling. Sloughing, more accurately, from little hairline cracks, and Izuna grimaces a little before rubbing a pat of lotion on his face. The scent is overwhelmingly floral like roses, but it's the only thing keeping him from looking like an undead zombie from the shinobi apocalypse.
Uchiha Izuna is supposed to be dead.
"I don't understand, Nii-san, you said when you were summoned, you had limitless chakra and could do jutsus more powerful than when you were alive! Right now I can barely move," Izuna says, and Madara raises his hands.
"Your body is her wood clone," Madara says. "She's probably put some sort of limiter on you."
"Shit." Izuna slams the bottle of lotion on the counter.
The black sclera unnerves him. Izuna shambles over to a 24-hour convenience store for eye drops, which doesn't help, and ends up buying a pair of sunglasses. They look good on him, and Izuna takes to wearing them even when he's inside the house.
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There are seven bottles of hair product on the shelf in front of the mirror. Izuna uncaps one bottle, sniffs it, then rubs a little styling gel in his hands. Outside he hears someone banging on the door.
"Ne! Are you done yet?!" It's that Senju woman. Izuna huffs, irritated. The banging continues. "Can't you style your hair in your room?!"
Izuna ignores her, carefully combing his spikes up, then rubbing his hands on his head for a sexy, tousled look. He puts on his sunglasses and poses in the mirror.
More banging. "Ne-"
Izuna throws open the door.
Hashi steps back, glaring. Her hair is stringy and her face is bare, and she's wearing what they call a "sweatshirt," which is gray and unshapely.
Ugh. What the hell did his brother see in that stupid potato-face, anyway? Izuna huffs. "You're the one who brought me." Izuna turns, going back to the mirror. "It's your own fault for summoning me."
Hashi ignores him, going for the medicine cabinet. She frowns.
"Did you use all my lotion?"
Izuna ignores her, putting down his comb.