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Categories:
F/MM/M
Fandom:
Naruto
Relationships:
Senju Tobirama/Uchiha MadaraSenju Hashirama/Uzumaki Mito
Characters:
Senju TobiramaSenju HashiramaSenju ToukaSenju ItamaSenju KawaramaSenju ButsumaUchiha MadaraUchiha IzunaUchiha KagamiUchiha HikakuUzumaki Mito
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Alternate Universe - SoulmatesHurt/ComfortMisunderstandingsI Wrote This Instead of SleepingAll aboard the angst fest 2.0These two still won't leave me aloneButsuma's A+ ParentingSenju Tobirama-centricSenju Tobirama Needs a HugWarring States Period (Naruto)Implied/Referenced Child AbuseCanon-Typical Violencethis one might also hurtmy bad - Freeform
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English
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Published:2019-07-31Words:18668Chapters:1/1Comments:183Kudos:2803Bookmarks:398Hits:33672
Howling Out Here for the Morning Light
MadMothMadame
Summary:
Even as a child, Tobirama knew pain. Knew how to cause it. Knew how to hide it. Knew that the only good kind of hurt was the one that echoed into your soul from another. That pain was a comfort in a world bereft of almost any. In a world that hurt too much.
But the pain of losing that comfort before he even got to really have it? Well, that was a new kind of pain entirely.
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Companion piece to "Like Fire Weeping From a Cedar Tree" but can be read separately.
Notes:
(See the end of the work for notes.)
Work Text:
The first time Tobirama got an answer for what the phantom pains were, was when he was barely a year and a half old, already learning to read in his mother’s lap.
His throat felt weird. It hurt. His nose burned. Enough to make him rub it with a chubby little hand.
“Tobira?” his mother asked, shifting him to feel his forehead, but it wasn’t hot. He wasn’t sick. He told her so, already self-assured before most other babies could speak in full sentences, and continued to tell her so as she carried him to the healer.
“Better safe than sorry, darling.”
The healer, old and grey, pressed his tongue down with a compressor and stuck something uncomfortably cold in his ear..
“Hmph,” the healer said. “There’s nothing. It must be an echo.”
“His soulmate? But he’s so young...”
“He is very aware for his age. It’s nothing to worry about.”
That night, he asked his mother what she meant.
“A soulmate is someone made just for you. They’re your other half,” she said.
He wrinkled his nose, confused.
“But I’m all of me.”
She laughed at him, but it sounded a little sad.
“Of course you are,” she said. “Now go to sleep.”
She was lying to him. Adults did that. He hated it.
She was gone three months later, lost in childbirth with a little girl, a sister he’d never know, gone before he was old enough to know to miss her.
