Author's Note: This chapter is the definition of Explicit. Also, shortly after this is posted, the next part of the series in this AU will be posted. The title is "Hopeless Dreamer" and will give Madara's POV on the events of this fic as well as his own experiences in the world. Enjoy!
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Tobirama never really enjoyed hunting. It was a job to do. However, slaughtering vampires as they tried to scramble, fight back, or plead for some form of mercy in the compound that had already seen the murder of his brother by these very monsters made his own blood sing. Warm blood stained his skin as he beheaded vampire after vampire, going after limbs when he couldn't immediately kill them. It was a thrill this time. If he had enough room in his head to think about the differences between this hunt and every other hunt he'd been on, he'd realize that there was a key factor in the current hunt that allowed him to enjoy it.
This was a guaranteed victory. The vampires that had collected at the compound were, in fact, small fry. Exactly as Madara had predicted. What brought the security Tobirama was feeling in this hunt was the fact that Madara was certainly competent in hunting. The Djinn was obviously lost in the thrill of the moment as he laughed and chased down the vampires that tried to run, cutting them down at the legs before touching them to put them in tortured hallucinations.
There wasn't any logic that Tobirama could think of that would explain why he was using his abilities to torture the vampires since he wasn't feeding from them. Djinn usually thrived on the dreams of their victims and fed on their blood. However, Madara just seemed to be having fun. His tattoos were glowing a bright red at that moment, making a terrifying image for the vampires that had gotten a good look at him.
Tobirama had to tear his eyes away from his partner as another vampire lunged at him, aiming to bite at him center-mass in a half-assed attempt to catch him off guard. He side-stepped and brought his machete down, beheading the monster. Another spray of blood landed caught him and he winced. He would have to find a way to get cleaned up in some way before he got back to Hashirama's. Glancing around at the remaining vampires, he internally laughed at the terrified expressions on their faces as they fought between fight or flight. Madara was chasing down the ones that were choosing flight and they hadn't had any escapees. Meanwhile, those that chose to fight had been cut down by Tobirama in record time.
He was the White Demon, after all. He had a reputation to uphold.
Madara was turning back towards the center of the compound, having finally finished off some of the stragglers he had caught. One of the two remaining vampires glanced at Tobirama before bolting towards the woods, trying to avoid facing Madara or Tobirama. The remaining vampire crumbled to their knees, already starting to beg. Madara watched the one that fled, a smirk on his lips.
"I'm letting that one go. Let them go tell their Alpha. You'll be out of town soon anyway. They'll need time to regroup. As for this one…" Madara's smirk was almost unnaturally wide as he stalked towards the one kneeling on the ground in front of Tobirama. With a graze against the exposed skin of the vampire's shoulder, Tobirama could see the moment the monster's eyes glazed over and its gaze widened in absolute terror.
"No! Please! I'm so sorry, Boss! He was just too strong! We didn't have a choice!" A hallucination was taking over the vampire's perception and Tobirama was almost disturbed by how quickly this being was put into a constructed nightmare. Madara, however, was a sadistic individual. He stepped in between Tobirama and the kneeling vampire, crossing his arms.
"You still disappointed me. Now, tell me where the backup was when this went down? I thought I sent more to your location once we had the plan settled." Ah, an interrogation. This would be helpful.
"T-They didn't show up! You promised you would send some leaders to help us and they just didn't show up! We were all supposed to be there three days before we sprung the trap and they didn't show up when they were supposed to!" The vampire was desperate, clutching at the fabric of their pants as they pleaded with their 'Boss' to listen. Madara clicked his tongue.
"And did they tell you where they disappeared off to?" The vampire shook their head frantically.
"We didn't hear anything from them! I don't know where they are!" Madara sighed and waved his katana lightly, teasing the sharp tip towards the vampire's face.
"Well, regardless, you failed. No more chances."
"No! Please! I-" Blood hit the ground along with a severed head, followed by a body that fell to the side in a heavy heap. Madara sighed and flicked the blood off of the katana before pulling a folded microfiber towel from his back pocket, running it along the length of the blade to remove the remainder of the mess.
"Well, I guess we have no idea where the brass is and these idiots were all that made it to the meeting point. We let one go to spread the word and you'll be out of town soon, so I'd call this hunt done and over with." With Madara's back turned, Tobirama could see the small amount of sweat that had accumulated on the back of Madara's neck from the exertion of the hunt. His tattoos were accentuated by the glow of the fire and stray strands of hair had escaped the hair tie that was starting to come loose in Madara's hair. Both of them were covered in the blood of the murder spree but the stark contrast of blood, the tattoos, and the firelight on Madara's skin made quite the image that stirred something in Tobirama's stomach. How long had it been since he'd wanted someone?
Madara sheathed the katana and turned around to face Tobirama so fast he nearly reeled back from the sudden movement. That same half-cocked smirk was doing nothing to help the rising arousal Tobirama was starting to feel growing entirely too quickly in his mind. Madara took two steps closer to Tobirama and before Tobirama could say a word, he found himself nose-to-nose with Madara, just barely not touching.
"Penny for your thoughts?" the bastard teased through an entirely too-smug expression with half-lidded eyes. The man was hot and Tobirama couldn't hide his thoughts from him. He was so fucked.
One second they were staring into each other's eyes with a fire that Tobirama knew was just going to burn him. The next moment, Madara's lips were on his in a rough kiss that didn't have even a semblance of tenderness. Tobirama didn't do sweet and soft, so it was exactly what he wanted and expected from Madara. Teeth bit into his bottom lip, drawing a low groan from Tobirama as he allowed Madara to push his tongue into his mouth, taking over every thought in his mind. At least, until he realized his eyes were closed and decided to open them.
The colors around him were off, the greens in the leaves of the trees too green and the fire was a bright red and orange with an outline of purple around it that obviously didn't belong there. The sky was a dark blue and the stars were brighter than before, constellations standing out starkly against the now-brighter background that he knew hadn't been there only a few seconds before. It was as if he was looking at his surroundings with an oversaturated filter on and his vision was swirling slightly, making him start to feel a little off-balance.
He attempted to push Madara away, only just realizing that he had direct skin contact with the Djinn and this had to be the result of touching Madara. However, Madara's hands gripped his biceps and kept him from backing away as Madara let go of his lips to start trailing open-mouthed kisses with occasional harsh bites down his neck.
"Relax. You're fine. Just enjoy the trip. I won't let it get out of control." Tobirama found himself relaxing at the words as he closed his eyes again, hoping to avoid looking at the swirling colors as they intensified slightly. He was never the type to try any sort of drugs (not for lack of influence from Izuna when they hung out away from their older brothers) but he imagined that this would be what a hallucinogenic would feel like. Madara's teeth clamped down on the meat of his shoulder and he let out a pathetic moan into the night air.
One of his hands was clutching at the back of Madara's shirt and he couldn't guarantee he hadn't already torn it with how hard he was pulling at it while his other hand was fumbling with Madara's hair tie, trying to undo it without just ripping it out of Madara's hair. When he finally succeeded in freeing the black mane from the tie, he threw it to the ground and buried his hand in Madara's hair, lightly tugging and pulling. Madara grunted next to his ear before he felt hands roughly shoving themselves into the back of his hands to cup his ass through his boxers.
"C'mon…" Madara whispered as he pulled his hands out of Tobirama's pants, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the most stable cabin of the compound. Oddly enough, it used to be Madara's designated cabin when they visited. It was the only one that looked like it had a stable roof and floor despite the general disrepair and missing door.
Tobirama found himself leaning against a rickety table as Madara got down to his knees in front of him. In the rushed, frantic manner they were doing things, Madara didn't waste any time in yanking down his sweatpants and underwear down to his knees.
"F-Fuck, Madara…" he trailed off as a wet heat engulfed his erection, already feeling lost in the intensified sensations that were taking over every part of his body. He had never been the type to need things like this. He couldn't even recall the last time he'd gotten laid. Yet, this was a feeling he could get addicted to. Nothing in his life had ever felt like this and he was internally cursing as he realized he was starting to crave the feeling he was getting from being high off of Madara. A wet chuckle from between his legs brought him back down to Earth as he glanced down at the man currently holding his cock in his hand, a trail of saliva still connecting that smirking mouth to the tip.
"Easy, don't drift away from me or I'll have to stop touching you." Madara muttered, his eyes glowing in the darkness of the cabin. For Tobirama, those eyes almost looked purple around the edges with how skewed his vision was. Tobirama gripped the table and watched as Madara stood, getting close enough to lean against his chest while putting a finger under his chin teasingly. "I need you to fuck me but I need you to be a little more coherent for me, okay?" Tobirama swallowed the saliva accumulating in his mouth and nodded.
Madara gently pulled him away from the table and switched their positions, sitting on the table with his pants and underwear pulled down, dangling off of one leg as he spread his legs, exposing every part of him for Tobirama with a self-assured smirk on his face. When had he taken his pants off? Tobirama shook his head to clear it, only to find that the world shifted strangely when he did. It was better just to not question it at this point.
Madara was sitting up, leaning on his elbows with a raised eyebrow when Tobirama started putting together his thoughts. He knew what he needed to do, he had been with a few men before and he knew how to be attentive. They didn't have what they needed to make this a smooth ride but he had a feeling Madara wasn't looking for comfort and thoughtfulness at the moment.
He leaned over Madara and pushed down on the man's chest, forcing him to fully lie down on the table. Using his other hand, he pushed three fingers into Madara's mouth and nearly groaned at the sensation of the other man immediately swirling his tongue around the digits, lathering them with as much saliva as he could manage. Tobirama brought his free hand down to Madara's cock, giving him a few experimental pumps, using the precum from the tip to lubricate the action the best that he could. He felt his lip curl up in what had to be a satisfied sneer as he was rewarded with a low moan from the man under him.
Pulling his fingers from Madara's mouth, he brought that hand down to start pushing the first finger against Madara's entrance, not relenting for the tight ring of muscle that seemed to be reluctant to give into his advances. He was still careful, but he was impatient. Pumping that finger in a few times, he quickly added the next one while he continued to run his other hand over Madara's cock, ignoring the hiss from the Djinn. After Madara seemed to relax enough for the two fingers that were pumping into him in a near-frantic rhythm, Tobirama added the third. This time, Madara outright snarled and arched off the table. Tobirama glanced at the Djinn's face to find Madara's eyes closed with head turned away from the scene in between his legs. He must have found the spot he was looking for.
Angling his fingers to slightly curl on the next drag out of Madara, he was satisfied to find that he was right. Madara arched again, hissing and digging his fingers into the wood of the table. Pulling his fingers out, he ignored the sigh from the body in front of him. Putting both hands on Madara's hips, he pulled the man towards the edge of the table and flipped him onto his stomach. This drew a questioning sound from Madara but again, he ignored him. He pulled Madara's legs back down to the ground and pushed Madara's back so his chest was flat against the table. He now had the Djinn fully bent over for him and it drew a very pleasant, vindictive, and satisfied feeling from the depths of his otherwise indifferent heart. Was he really indifferent to Madara at this point or had he just been lying to himself? He didn't really care at this point.
Spitting on his hand, he pumped himself a few times to get his cock wet before using his hand to guide himself to Madara's hole. He watched for a moment as it fluttered around the sudden emptiness following his rushed fingering before pushing the head against it. The ring of muscle was not quick to allow his entrance and he took a few moments to firmly press the head against it in an in-and-out motion. He took in the moment that the muscle gave in with a shudder, taking the head of his cock in without any further protest.
"Fuck, you're taking way too long with this! Just fuck me!" Madara nearly screamed from where he was clawing at the table, his face hidden behind a fringe of hair from the mane that covered most of his back. Tobirama let that vindictive streak come to the front of his mind as he used his clean hand to bury his fingers in the hair right at the nape of Madara's neck. He pulled hard at the strands in his grasp at the exact moment he buried himself to the base inside of Madara. An answering scream echoed off of the walls of the cabin and he only gave himself a moment to assess whether he'd hurt Madara already. The man under him seemed fine, if a little startled, so he started thrusting at an unrelenting pace.
He kept his grip in Madara's hair, making sure the man couldn't muffle his wails and moans as he found that spot inside of Madara again, making absolutely sure to abuse it with every other thrust. With the sensations heightened, he could already feel himself starting to become undone at the seams as he pressed his chest against Madara's back, using his other arm to support himself on his elbow, his forearm clearly placed under Madara's neck. He had the man under him pinned between the hold on his hair and the arm that could easily wrap around his neck in a heartbeat. It was exhilarating.
Madara was babbling now, nearly incoherent words and phrases that seemed to be torn between cursing Tobirama out and begging him not to stop echoing in the cabin. Madara's hands had started clutching at Tobirama's arm, scratching deep into his skin and leaving angry red lines that had spots of blood starting to rise from the skin. Tobirama could feel himself getting close but he knew Madara was closer. Occasionally, he would notice out of his peripheral vision that the scene around them would change to them being in a bed in a well-kept room, then flicker back to the current situation. The colors he was seeing would change in small ways, warping his vision of the man in front of him while shadows would curl and twist in the corners of the room. Madara was losing control of the effect he was having on Tobirama.
He could feel the way his cock was being squeezed almost unbearably tight as he continued to pound into the man and Madara's back was tightening like a bowstring. Tobirama could imagine that the man's cock was trapped against the edge of the table so he had to be getting some form of friction. Tobirama just had to hold out a little longer and the Djinn would be coming on his cock alone.
"T-Tobi! I'm gonna-" The tightening around him became a near vice-like grip and he had to slow down as Madara came, his back rippling with wave after wave of pleasure. Tobirama couldn't see it, but he had a feeling Madara's cum had just splattered all over the floor and possibly on his new boots. There was a sudden sharp pain on his forearm and he realized he'd loosened his grip on Madara's hair, apparently allowing the man to lean down and bite into the muscle of his arm at his peak.
For a moment, nothing happened. After that moment passed, however, Tobirama's hips rutted into Madara in an aborted, uncontrolled movement. A strange, light-headed sensation started to make his mind feel overwhelmed and blank all at once before his orgasm caught him by surprise. It was sudden and unforgiving as he pressed himself further into Madara and spilled with a groan. His vision had completely gone white and nothing in the world mattered more than the overwhelming feeling of his release inside of the Djinn that currently acted as a living drug for him. His ears were ringing and it felt like cotton had been stuffed into them as he slumped, not noticing that he was completely collapsing to the floor.
"For fuck's sake…" a mumbled curse barely registered in his hearing as the world went dark and he started to fall asleep against his will. Dreams started flickering through his mind, yet he had enough awareness to know that they were dreams. They played in front of him like a movie reel, images of time spent with his brothers, of the few good nights at The Roadhouse, one with Madara in a police uniform looking as attractive as possible, that one he could imagine was a scene from a bad porno. A sharp prick on the inside of his elbow registered, yet he was caught up in the odd scenes playing out in his head. After a few more seconds, the scenes started to dull and the darkness started to recede.
Waking up on the floor with his dick out and Madara leaning over him holding a syringe was not on his bingo card for this lifetime.
"Don't get up. I just gave you my family-secret antivenom and it'll take a few minutes for you to come back to the world of the living. Just chill out for a bit while I get us cleaned up." Tobirama closed his eyes to ease the spinning in his vision that was quickly starting to make him nauseated, choosing not to question things until he was coherent for his sanity. The uncomfortable feeling of a rough rag cleaning his now soft cock had him groaning in pure exasperation for the situation. He had really just fucked Madara in an abandoned cabin after slaughtering a colony of vampires. He had really just gotten drugged out of his mind by mere contact with a Djinn and then was given the full dose when said Djinn just couldn't control himself and bit him, circulating honest-to-God venom through him, knocking him into Djinn-induced dream after the most mind-blowing orgasm of his life. Now, he was being cleaned up while he was trying to gain his basic functions back because apparently there was a family recipe for Djinn antivenom that he didn't know about.
On top of all of that, he knew he would never experience such a mind-blowing and life changing round of sex ever again in his life.
Once the world stopped spinning and the colors he had been seeing had faded, he groaned and pulled himself up. Pulling his blood-splattered pants back up on his hips, he winced as he struggled to keep his balance, using the table to hold himself up. Madara was quiet, fixing himself on the opposite side of the cabin.
"Don't tell Hashirama-"
"Hashirama can NOT know-"
They both stopped, looking at each other. Of course, the first thought on both of their minds was that Hashirama couldn't know about what happened. Despite his brother's good intentions, he already knew that Hashirama would have a wedding planned for them by the end of the year. There wasn't any romance to what had just happened and he wasn't going to give his brother hope.
"Well, since that's cleared up-"
"Let's burn the bodies and get out of here." Tobirama bit back a snarky comment when Madara finished his sentence. Of course the Djinn would have no reservations about invading his mind at this point.
Burning the bodies took time, time that was spent in a tense silence. Tobirama couldn't help but sneak glances at the Djinn as they cleaned up the massacre they'd committed. The attraction wasn't going away, if anything it had gotten worse. He was frustrated with himself. He needed to just leave this town and not come back for several years.
The silence continued until all of the bodies were burning and the sky was starting to lighten with the pre-dawn sunlight. They had been out all night. Tobirama turned to Madara at the same time Madara noticed the rising sun.
"We need to get back to the house. Did you leave your car there?" Tobirama asked. Madara gave him a slightly panicked look and he let a harsh breath leave through his nose. "We'll get there as quickly as possible so you can leave. Let's get going so Hashirama isn't awake when we get there. I'm not coming up with an excuse for this." Running his gaze over the blood caked down the front of his pants along with the still-bleeding bite on his forearm, courtesy of the Djinn, he was a sight.
They ran through the woods almost frantically, dodging trees and avoiding tripping with experience that only came from familiarity with the area. When they got to the car, Tobirama was quick to throw his weapons and blood-soaked flannel into the trunk of the car, leaving less for him to hide once they got back to Hashirama's.
The drive back to the house was just as silent, the air tense as Tobirama ran a couple of stop signs and took curves a little too fast in order to make good time. When they arrived at the house, Tobirama turned to face Madara as the Djinn reached for the door handle.
"I'm leaving later today. I can't stay here any longer. If anything happens after I leave, you know how to find me." Tobirama found himself saying, not able to deny that he trusted Madara after the events of the night. With a nod from his partner-in-crime, they both exited the car with Madara not wasting any time in turning his own car on and leaving as quickly as possible.
Tobirama snuck around the side of the house, opening the still-cracked window to the guest room he had been borrowing and pulled himself into the house. Shedding his bloody clothes, he shoved them into the bottom of his duffle bag that was stashed in the closet. He dove under the covers of the bed, not bothering to put anything on out of fear that Hashirama would walk into his room at any moment.
Sure enough, after only half an hour of trying to regulate his breathing, a loud knock on his door startled him. He kept his face buried in the pillow, his arms nearly hugging it in a position he knew he normally slept in. The door creaked open and footsteps padded into the room.
"Tobirama! Rise and shine! It's time for break-" Hashirama's voice cut off and Tobirama made a show of slowly turning himself over, rubbing at one of his eyes.
"Good morning, anija," Tobirama mumbled. He almost didn't have to pretend to be as tired as he felt. He met Hashirama's eyes and immediately started to panic. His brother did not look happy.
"Did you go out last night?" Hashirama demanded, crossing his arms. Tobirama pulled the covers over his exposed chest as he sat up in the bed.
"No, I was here all night. Why?" Oh, this was not good. Tobirama's thoughts began to race, trying to figure out how Hashirama had caught on so quickly.
"You're lying. Who hurt you? You're covered in bruises, Tobi! And where did these scars come from?!" Hashirama stomped over to the bed, pulling one of Tobirama's arms out from under the comforter. "Who the hell bit you?! You have these on your neck too!" Tobirama cursed under his breath, taking a good look at the bite on his arm that was entirely too deep and would definitely scar. There was no way he could pass that off as a normal one night stand's doing.
"Anija! I'm an adult and can come and go when I want to. We've already talked about this! I'm not confined to the house like a teenager when I come by to visit. I may have gone out last night but it's not any of your business. It was entirely consensual if that makes any of this better for you!" Tobirama snapped as he pulled himself from the bed, rushing to get dressed for the day. He needed to cover up the mess Madara had left on him. A blush was making his face feel like it was on fire as he struggled to pull on a turtleneck sweater.
"Oh, is that how it is?" Hashirama's tone completely changed, taking a teasing lilt that Tobirama was instantly irritated with. "Who's the lucky hometown girl? Someone I know, Tobi?" Hashirama was smiling now, ready to interrogate Tobirama as extensively as possible. Tobirama wouldn't give into it.
"It doesn't matter! I have to leave soon, anyway! It was a one-time event." Tobirama hated shooting down his brother so harshly, but it was the truth. He wasn't going to get another chance with Madara. Their paths in life wouldn't cross like that again.
"Long-distance relationships exist!" Hashirama defended and Tobirama huffed out a sigh as he pushed past his brother to leave the room. Relationship advice from Hashirama was null and void with the divorce that Hashirama had just finalized.
"Hashirama, I'm leaving today. My… partner and I had an agreement. It's not happening again. I'm not looking for a relationship and I probably never will." The statement, while true, was a tough pill to swallow for him. He didn't have room in his life for a relationship. Not as a hunter. "I'm leaving this afternoon. Please, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's enjoy our day together before I have to go back." Tobirama offered, noticing the sulking expression on Hashirama's face.
Hashirama followed him in silence to the kitchen, a spread of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage waiting for them. Itama was already at the table and, from the expression on his face, he had heard at least the last part of the argument they'd just had. Itama, however, gave Tobirama an understanding look.
Breakfast remained silent as Tobirama and Hashirama started picking at the food, Itama happily ignoring the gloomy atmosphere as he watched videos on his phone and ate his fill.
The tension was broken with a loud knock on the front door.
"I'll get it!" Hashirama bolted from the room as quickly as possible. Tobirama sighed and hung his head, staring at the eggs on his plate.
"Hey, is Tobirama still here?" Madara's voice chimed in from the entryway and Hashirama answered a confused affirmative. Footsteps walked quickly down the hallway until Madara stormed into the kitchen, oddly serious for once.
"What do you need with Tobi? Did he get in trouble last night? Please tell me he didn't get involved with the police last night!" Hashirama almost yelled, following behind Madara, looking incredibly stressed. Madara did look like he was making a business call, not necessarily to visit. Tobirama raised an eyebrow at the lawyer.
"When are you heading out?" Madara asked, crossing his arms. Tobirama shrugged, trying to stay as nonchalant as possible. This was bold for Madara, especially after what they had barely gotten away with doing the previous night. Madara was wearing a high-collared shirt, likely to hide any bruising Tobirama had left on him. Tobirama's mind was racing, just wanting to leave as soon as possible to get away from the situation.
"In a few hours. Why?" He let his tone get defensive, not really having to pretend at that point. While most of their interactions in front of Hashirama over the last couple of days had been carefully curated to avoid letting on that they had seen each other outside of Madara's visits to the house, this conversation was a little more personal. Madara was the first to break their staring contest, rubbing at the back of his head and sighing as if he was embarrassed.
"Well, if you'll have me, I have a client that I need to meet in person in a few days. The town they live in should be on your way back to the school. I could avoid paying for a plane ticket and save some money if I'm able to hitch a ride. I know it's last minute but I'll cover your gas-" Tobirama cut him off.
"Yes, that's fine. Be ready by five this afternoon." Madara's lips curved into a genuine smile and Tobirama felt his chest constrict while his face bloomed with heat. He had agreed to that entirely too fast but he didn't care. A few days on the road with Madara, sharing hotel rooms? He would absolutely take advantage of the situation if it was given to him on a silver platter like this.
"I'll see you this afternoon."
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Tobirama had finally managed to pull himself free from Hashirama's crushing hug, flinging himself into the driver's seat of his car, when Madara made it to Hashirama's house. The Djinn was quick to open the passenger side door, throwing a duffle bag over the seat to land in the backseat. He plopped down into the seat and slammed the door shut with a huff. The windows were rolled down and Hashirama's sobbing was grating on Tobirama's nerves.
"Make sure you call and text! Please don't kill each other! I'm going to miss both of you!" Hashirama wailed from outside of the car. Itama had a hand wrapped around his brother's wrist, trying to pull him away and get him to stop making a scene for the neighbors. Tobirama leaned against the open window, taking in the sight of his brothers. It would be a while before he came back, he wanted to commit them to his memory again.
"We'll be fine. I'll call and text. Itama, please keep him from drinking himself into an early grave while we're away." Tobirama instructed, directing his attention to his younger brother. Itama winked.
"I'll keep an eye on him. Tell Ellen I said hi!" Itama chirped, not giving Tobirama time to start questioning his brother as he started pulling Hashirama towards the front door of the house. Tobirama stared in shock, his hands gripping the steering wheel as tightly as possible. Madara was glaring at his younger brother when Tobirama chanced a glance at his new partner for the road trip he would be taking. So, Madara had known that Itama knew Ellen. Just great.
"Let's get going…" Tobirama muttered as he rolled up the windows to the car, turned up the radio a little bit, and pulled out of the driveway. "Hey, by the way, where am I taking you?" he found himself asking after about ten minutes of driving.
A sly smile graced Madara's features.
"Oh, there's no client. I decided to take a few months off to go on a 'hunting trip.' Figured you wouldn't mind having me around for a little bit." Tobirama felt himself matching Madara's smile.
"I don't mind at all. Have you been to The Roadhouse or have you just been handling Ellen through conference calls?"