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Izuna x Fem!Reader || Last Kiss

Izuna x Fem!Reader || Last Kiss

The sound of your husband moving about your bedroom awoke you from your slumber. You let out a ‘hn’ as your (e/c) eyes opened to look for where the man was. You rolled over as you spotted the Uchiha preparing his clothes and armored chest plate. “Izuna?” you asked groggily. The man turned to look at you with a small smile. “Good morning, (y/n),” he said as he moved over to the large futon you two shared and it sank slightly as his weight sat upon the edge of it. You gave a small smile at the sight of his hair still out of his normal ponytail and slightly messier than normal from the activities of the night before between you both. “Already being called to fight?” you questioned and he nodded which made you pout slightly. “But I wanted to spend time with you longer…maybe continue from last night?” Your hand moved to touch his still shirtless chest. “I know, and I’m sorry (y/n), but I don’t think my brother would be too pleased if I indulged myself with a bit of fun instead of arriving on time,” he admitted, but he seemed to be struggling to hold himself back as he stared at the bed sheet that covered your naked form.

“Of course he wouldn’t be…that man has a tongue as sharp as a porcupine’s spines and hair to match,” you grumbled which made Izuna chuckle.

“I’d refrain from saying that around him. You may be my wife, but I’d rather he not punish you for saying such words about him,” said Izuna before he sighed, “I really wish this war would end so our children could grow up in peace.”

“I know Izuna,” you murmured as your hand moved away from his chest to grab his hand. “You should go before Madara gives you an earful. Just think, you’re fighting for our children’s future. You can tell them all your stories and be a hero to them.”

“You always know exactly what to say,” he said before leaning down and kissing your head. “Come on, I will need help with my chest plate.”

“Of course,” you said as you slipped out from the sheets and grabbed your robe to cover yourself up.

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Saying goodbye was always a struggle between you both. No matter if one would be gone for a simple thirty minutes or three days, it was difficult. For you it was always harder when Izuna was being called away to war. You feared he’d be hurt or worse. So as you stood with him just outside your home, you felt the normal ache and fear that tugged at your heart. His fingers grabbing your chin to make you look up at him pulled your back to your senses. “Hey…don’t look so distraught,” he said with a frown. “You’re making me feel terrible for leaving you.” “I can’t help it. I’m going to miss you, and I worry for your safety,” you admitted.

“Don’t. I’ll be home in no time,” he assured. “You won’t even know I’ve left I’ll be home that soon!”

“Izuna…” you murmured.

“Hey don’t start that,” he protested. “Come on (y/n)…”

“I’m sorry…” you murmured. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Of course!” he said as he kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He leaned down and kissed you passionately. For some reason it felt as if there was something more to this kiss. Not a want or lusting for anything. No. It was a mournful, guilty kiss. One you never wanted to experience with your lover. The kind of kiss that says things to you that should never be said. It was a goodbye kiss. Not a normal goodbye kiss either. A I am sorry, but I don’t think I’m coming home kind of kiss. As soon as he pulled away you went to call out for him, but he was quick to turn away from you and depart at a swift pace. However, it hadn’t escaped you. Nothing ever did, and Izuna knew that. You’d definitely seen it, and you knew not to push and make it harder on your husband. You turned away as you clutched the fabric over your heart and made your way back into your home. What you’d seen was something you’d never witnessed from your husband before.

Izuna had been crying.

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It was as though Izuna had known his time was coming to an end that day because he never did come home. At least...not alive. By the time you'd heard of your husbands arrival it was too late. He'd passed away from a fatal wound given to him by a Senju cln member named Tobirama. The men had arrived home late in the evening when your already fallen asleep, and you'd not known till early the next morning when one of the maids awoke you to notify you that something had happened to him. By the time you arrived he was gone. He'd been laying peacefully in a white kimono with a small white towel covering his eyes as he lay upon a futon. Madara was seated beside him with a hollow look in his eyes as he stared down at his little brother. "Madara-sama?" you asked softly, and he turned his head.
"(Y/n) I'm so sorry..." he started. "I couldn't save him...I-"
"Enough, Madara-sama," you said as you went to seat yourself on the other side of your husband. "Why Izuna? All he wanted to do was protect the clan and ensure peace for our children..."
"Because Hashirama and Tobirama won't allow such a thing," said Madara bitterly. "But I'll ensure that peace will be brought to our clan. I'll make the future Izuna wished for come true."

With that he stood up and stared down at his brother with grief and anger. He bit his lip before looking at you. "Izuna has allowed me to see the future and light the way to peace. I will make it happen," he assured as you gazed up at him. Confusion sparked inside you, but it was short lived. Your hand covered your mouth as his eyes changed to something you'd never imagine could happen. "W-why? How...?" you whispered.
"Izuna gifted me his eyes in order to help the clan. I will use his gift so that our clan will not suffer anymore grief," he said. "I shall leave you to grieve in peace now before his burial."

With that he departed to leave you two alone. You turned your full attention to your husband and allowed the tears to form in your eyes. You grabbed his hand and felt how cold he was, and how stiff his fingers were in your own. You expected him to squeeze you hand and say you were just dreaming, but you knew it wouldn't happen. Izuna was gone, and you'd never see him again. So as despair befell you and the tears streamed down your face, you thought of all the good times you'd shared with him and relished in the kisses you shared that were now just fading memories.