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Title: As the Tides Turn

Fandom: Naruto- Warring Clans Era

Status: Need a whole story to go with this scene, plus a better title

Summary: Have discovered a fondness for Albino!Tobirama with vision related side affects

Preview:

Madara stormed back into the compound well ahead of his companions, causing his brother to frown.

"Did negotiations not go well?" Izuna asked sheathing his sword. While he himself did not dream of peace the way he knew his brother did, the younger did acknowledge it was necessary. He also knew they would get no better chance than this. Truly, it had been a good day when he and his patrol had discovered an injured, exhausted Senju Tobirama near the border. Which is not to say it had been an easy fight, especially given they had been trying to take the other alive.

The wild haired man just hissed, sounding like nothing so much as an aggravated dragon. "Yes and no," Madara answered. "I just had the most interesting conversation with Hashirama regarding his brother." Gloved fingers tapped against his armor in agitation as the ninja frowned. "And I must say it casts Tobirama's actions or lack thereof into a whole new light."

Izuna frowned, following his brother towards the cells where their hostage was being kept. It was true. While he had not expected Tobirama to throw a fit, the other had been unusually quiet. As far as he knew, his rival had not even attempted to escape.

"Leave us," Madara snarled, causing the guards to scatter. He would know the truth of this once and for all. It could not be true, he thought. It just couldn't. The Uchiha flung open the door, sharigan red eyes immediately focusing on Tobirama.

The white-haired man was in his usual position, sitting cross legged with his manacled hands on his lap. The chakra restraining seals clear to see, engraved as they were on the metal. Tobirama did not flinch as strong fingers grabbed his chin, though it was a near thing. Eyes snapping shut on instinct, causing Madara to snarl again.

"Look at me Tobirama," the Uchiha ordered. After a moment he gave the other a shake. "I said look at me." He paused. "Or are you going to claim your brother lied?"

Crimson eyes flew open. "He told . . ." Tobirama snapped his mouth shut, swallowing his words.

But it was too late. One good look was all Madara needed. Almost gently, he released the other before stepping back. "Tell me Tobirama," he asked softly, voice like a dagger just waiting to be unsheathed. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Silence.

Izuna's own eyes went wide. Surely Madara didn't mean; but judging by the look on his rival's face, it was true. Brilliant, strong Tobirama; his equal in all things. "You're blind," he whispered. A moment later the younger Uchiha looked down at the Senju's bound hands and cursed.

"You fool," Madara snarled. He wasn't sure who he was angrier at, himself or Tobirama. The younger man was supposed to be their hostage. Hostages did not get tortured, and sensory deprivation was torture. All alone in the dark, cut off from everything. "Why didn't you say something?" Of course, the answer to that was also obvious. He threw his hands in the air in exasperation. "The kami save me from Senju pride."

Needless to say Madara and Izuna then drag him out of the cell so they can figure out some way to modify the seals that are suppressing Tobirama's chakra and sensor abilities