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Tonks is funny. Damien is sarcastic and nothing short of cool. Tobias likes them instantly. Especially when Tonks promises to teach him to master his Metamorphmagus. He spends the rest of the day with them, his past feelings of grief and hurt fading away with every passing hour.

It's not until it's past dinner when they finally leave the room, Tobias having cut the time it takes to change nearly in half. It's dark outside, the corridors are dimly lit, children no longer shriek outside. "Hey kid, I had fun today. See ya around, okay?" Tonks waves her goodbye, arm slung around her friend.

Tobias smiles and copied her hand movement. "I had fun as well. Thank you for teaching me how to use my power." It's rather like a kekkei genkai, especially the part about it possibly being hereditary, according to Tonks. He scuffs his shoes against the worn stone floor. He likes them so much. He doubts they like him. Why would they?

His thoughts turn darker and darker until he, too preoccupied smashes into someone. A kid, probably his year, wearing the colors of Hufflepuff, dark haired. His books have scattered across the ground. Bending down the boy picks them up. "Sorry." Tobias says shortly, irritated at himself. He picks up a book and hands it to the scowling boy.

Tobias's insides turn cold. He recognizes this boy. He's dark haired and eyed. Slim and short. His body is thrumming with restrained chakra. How the fuck did Tobias not sense this, not seen the boy who haunts his dreams, the boy he remembers stabbing through with a sword. The boy who was his older brother's best friend. Because Izuna Uchiha is standing right in front of him and he knows the second the Uchiha's eyes fall on him, he knows who Tobias is as well.

The hallway immediately turns cold, killing intent wafting through the air, nearly visible in the amount coming of the two of them. "You" Izuna spits out. His eyes are turning red.

"Me." Tobias replies. Fuck. He needs weapons. Why the hell doesn't he have weapons. Instead, he feels the moisture in the air, it rained two days ago, drops of water slide down the wall to his left, staining the ground a bloody rust red. Tobias- no, right now it's Tobirama. Tobirama smiles in a way he knows is unsettling. He draws a breathe, pulling the water to him, exhale. Izuna hasn't moved. His Sharingan is awake, spinning nearly to fast for him to see. Three tomoes.

Then, he senses his brother. Turning slightly, he sees Harry with his new friends, he's coming out of the library, arms clutching a huge book. Harry hasn't seen him.

Turning back to Izuna, he sighs, impatiently. "We can't do this here, can we. Let's go to the Forbidden Forest."

Izuna doesn't answer his request, but he shoves his books into his bag and stalks in the right direction. His hair feathers out in the back.

Tobirama is … his initial anger is lost. After all, he ended Izuna Uchiha's life when he was just a kid. He knows petty revenge is pointless now, he doesn't want to fight. He can tell Izuna is strong. Tobirama is strong. He is just. Tired.

Fighting the Uchiha was his entire childhood, he doesn't want that to be his childhood here. "Uchiha, wait." They are at the edge of the forest. It's dark and cold. Branches crack under no pressure and things move about. Izuna doesn't stop. His chakra is no longer a roiling inferno. It's calm now. A killers calm. Izuna will kill Tobirama like he killed him.

"Izuna wait." This time, the boy stops. His erie red eyes seem to glow in the dark. "Before we fight. I want to tell you about… what happened after your death." Why is he doing this. Because he killed what caused Madara's snap. Because… Izuna is just a kid. Was. Still is. He never grew up did he? They were all just kids. Gods, they were so young and foolish and so, so filled with pointless hate.

"Your brother. Madara" Tobirama remembers when the name left a bitter taste in his mouth. "My brother. They created peace. They joined our clans together and made a Village. Konohagakure. The Village Hidden in the Leaves. Children didn't kill each other for a pointless cause no one remembers. I … I don't want to fight you. I've lived. I grew up. I lived 'till I had no more brothers, 'till only ghosts held my friendship. I lived until I mentored children from both our clans, I lived until I saw how stupid and pointless vengeance was. How it only destroys you more. Please, Izuna. I am so sorry. Let's not fight anymore."

He doesn't know why he says this. Why he's begging. He's so tired of fighting, so tired of revenge. He's so tired of feeling nothing but regret and hate. Izuna's eyes spin until he can't see the individual tomoe. "You think this is petty revenge? You killed me. So stop acting like a fucking infant and fight me, Senju!" His voice is roiling with emotions as is his chakra. It perpetuates the air. It's heavy with the scent of fire and hatred.

"No." Tobirama is so done with hatred. He doesn't care if Izuna sticks a sword through him like he did to him all those years ago. "I don't want to fight you anymore."

Izuna's eyes glint and glow. His chakra is scented with regret. He doesn't speak or move for a very long time. "What. What happened? To Madara? After I died." He hesitating asks. His stance still hasn't changed but his eyes have.

"He… he and my brother started something I can't really explain. A shift in the entire continent. Something good. Where children don't kill each other.

Konoha was a home. My home, my brothers home, your brothers home." Tobirama doesn't go into Madara's dark descent. He doesn't talk about the Curse of Hatred. Instead he talks about peace and laughing children. He talks about how Madara and Hashirama fell in love.

Eventually, he sits down, palms facing upwards on a log and watches as Izuna does the same. His chakra is quiet now. It's sad. Tobirama's chakra is sad as well. An hour passes. Eventually Izuna exhales loudly. "I still want to kill you. But… let's wait until we can fight with magic. Chakra is of are old world and here, we aren't child soldiers. We're wizards. Let's have the childhood we never had" Izuna walks back after that. His eyes are dark and old.

Tobirama sits in that forest until dawn peaks over the horizon, thinking about everything that had just happened, everything that had happened in the Before. He sits until he becomes wet with dew and stiff from sitting for so long.

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