Izuna had a plan. He really did. However, at some point, he had hoped that it had not worked. He didn’t want it to work because he didn’t know if he would live to see another day and if he died, he would not be able to accomplish the last part of his plot. He also wanted to see tomorrow and the day after and the thousand days after. He wanted to live all of those days having accomplished his little plan.
But now, there was no going back. He has already accomplished the most difficult part of the plan. He almost smiled to himself when he looked down to his chest and saw Tobirama's sword coming out.
He still didn’t know if he would die in a matter of seconds or if he would be able to tell the tale. The only way to know would be to inhale after Tobirama has taken the sword out of him. He really hoped that his lung has not been pierced.
He turned his head to be able to look at his rival. He was still kneeling on the floor where he had landed after using his Thunder God Technic. His hands were still holding the tilt of the sword he had introduced in his body from his lower back. He looked at him directly in the eyes and he could see the anger turned into horror and confusion for a split of a second.
But a split of a second was all they had before all the sounds of the battlefield came back to them. A split of a second before Madara came barreling to him with Hashirama on his heels. A split of a second for Tobirama to take his sword out of him as clean as possible. A split of a second for his rival to scull his features and get away from him.
Before he knew it Madara was catching him as he fell. When he felt his brother's arms around him he was able to breathe again aaand… his lungs were not pierced. Thanks, Amaterasu. He took a couple of more breaths trying to think how to proceed next. And even if the wound hurt like hell and he was bleeding like a pig he could still hear the bloody tree hugger asking his brother to heal him. Over his dead body.
He turned to Madara and looked at him straight in the eye. The movement made him groaned but he gritted his teeth and gather energy to be able to talk.
“Do not trust the Senjus” A sharp inhale could be heard to his left but he did not pay it any mind “Protect our loved ones. Only our family matters” His brother nodded to him.
“Keep your strength Otouto” and after that he just let himself fall into a semi-unconscious state. He had to keep his strength if he wanted to survive to be able to continue with his plan. However, he could not do a thing until they brought him home.
He was lulled to almost total unconsciousness before he sensed a little spiked of chakra in the enemy part of the battlefield. It felt like a tiny, almost imperceptible jump of water. And before he let himself fall asleep he thought to himself…
“I’m sorry Tobirama”
When Izuna came back to himself he was in a lot of pain. His chest and back hurt and his vision was blurred by the loss of blood. However, he could perfectly distinguish the frantic voice of his brother and the hushed tones of the Uchiha medics. Izuna groaned as much as he could. He didn’t have time for this.
Madara turned to look at him when he heard him and hurried to his side. Izuna felt him taking his hand and he squished as much as he could… which was not much.
“Aniki,” the younger Uchiha said realizing that talking was going to be harder than he expected… well, it would be a surprise then. After all, he really did not have the strength or the time to explain everything.
“Sshh, keep your strength Otouto,” his brother whispered and Izuna smiled at that.
“Aniki” He tried to grip his brother's hand a little bit stronger ”listen” he took a very deep breath and tried to look in the direction that his brother blurred figure was “There’s a Seal in…” he coughed a little “ blue paper… in “Cough” Chest in my room”
