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After a month of struggling, I'm finally vibing some with writing today. I have managed to get down a bit over 3k words and am still going. Currently breaking for dinner though after realizing I only have had half a pot of highly caffeinated coffee and a sandwich today. We'll see how much further I can go. Ideal would be finishing. The chapters have averaged around 7k words each, so it would not be unreasonable if I can keep up the pace. Plus, I have a decent idea of where I want to go with it (although the second scene has turned out quite differently than I originally intended). We'll see. We'll see. Albeit, if I don't finish it tonight I will probably work on crack fic tomorrow since I do want to try to get it out for Valentine's Day.

Anyway, I am quite pleased with how the scenes are coming out in autopsy fic (Need is Not a Reason (I hate the name though, so I never refer to it as such in my head)). It looks like there are going to be about four or five scenes in it, and I have two done. I'll post the first scene below the cut for any who may want a little spoiler. Nothing graphic in this part, just Hashirama waking up Tobirama and them working through what happened.

Tobirama awoke to Hashirama shaking him the next day. There was a disconcerting moment where he did not understand what he was doing lying on a futon when he had just been drinking tea on the engawa with him, Madara, and Izuna. Hashirama kept asking him what happened and Tobirama immediately felt the cool sensation of iryo-ninjutsu over his brow when he let out a groan from the growing headache he could now feel. Had they all gone out drinking? He felt like he had a hangover. He rarely overindulged in drinking, but Izuna had a way of antagonizing him, no doubt due to their years as rivals. Izuna -

He jolted up into a seated position, barely giving Hashirama time to pull his hand back before colliding with his head. Izuna was dead. Had been for years. Tobirama cursed and put his fingers to the ground to stretch out his sensing as far as he could. Pushing past the headache Hashirama had only slightly soothed, no doubt a result of the genjutsu he had been put under, he searched for Madara’s chakra signature. It took time to search to the edges of his range, but it would be hard to miss such a distinctive signature as Madara’s. No matter how thoroughly he searched though, he could not find him.

“Anija, what time is it?” he asked, turning his head towards the window to see the light streaming in.

Hashirama pursed his lips, but held back the question he himself had for the moment, “It’s about ten in the morning.”

He and Madara would have arrived at his home some time after midnight. Even if he had left around one and had been traveling without stopping since then, he should still be within sensing range. Where could he have possibly gone? There were some areas that dampened his sensing, and it was also possible Madara was suppressing his chakra. How could he bring him back if he was incapable of even finding him?

But then, grimacing, he remembered the promise he made to Madara a year ago. He swore that he would not go after him if he chose to leave the village. That he would respect his choice no matter what decision he came to. Even if he could find Madara, did he have the right to bring him back to the village? Could Madara even be swayed by a man who couldn’t keep his word? He did not have the strength to force him back, and even if he took Hashirama with him it would only result in making Madara a prisoner in the village.

Hashirama, still crouching from when he was waking him, shifted closer and put his arm across Tobirama’s shoulders. Resting his head on Tobirama’s shoulder, Hashirama tilted his head until it rested against his. “You did everything you could, Tobi.”

Tobirama could feel himself tense under his brother’s reassurance. He had done everything he could, and it wasn’t enough. Part of him wanted to yell at Hashirama and demand he explain how that was meant to be comforting. How was he supposed to feel when he had invested all of himself into this gods forsaken mission and still failed? What else could he have done? But Madara had told him from the very beginning that he was the worst person for this mission. Perhaps it would have been better if he had never gone out to stop him. It would have been a cleaner departure for all involved.

Forcing himself to relax, he pushed aside his personal feelings on the matter. Hashirama had thought of Madara as a friend since childhood. Having only truly known the man for a year, it was unreasonable for Hashirama to have to comfort him. More than anyone else, Hashirama was the one devastated by Madara going through with his decision to leave. His brother needed him for support right now; he could deal with his own thoughts later.

Allowing Hashirama to keep his arm around him, he asked, “What do you need me to do?”

He could feel Hashirama’s head pull away from his, and in his peripheral vision he could see his brother looking at him. When after a few moments he did not turn to meet his brother’s gaze, Hashirama carefully pulled his arm back. Shifting so that he was now seated on the ground next to him with his legs pulled up against his chest, Hashirama softly requested, “Please look at me.”

The urge to sigh was difficult to fight off, so he instead closed his eyes for a moment as he slowly released the breath. Once finished, he turned towards his brother and raised a brow in question.

Corner of his mouth tucking in, Hashirama examined his face. Not bound to the same restraints as himself, Hashirama let out a sigh and closed his eyes. “Don’t shut me out, Tobirama. It’s ok…well, this situation isn’t, but it’s ok to allow yourself to feel hurt. I’m hurt too. I thought we were able to make him feel wanted, able to give him a reason to stay.” Hashirama’s voice cracked as tears started to fill his eyes. “You know, I didn’t think he was actually going to leave. He seemed. He seemed happy. I don’t understand. What else could we have done? I don’t know what we’re supposed to do now,” he admitted, head dropping to where his arms rested on his knees.

And Tobirama knew what they should be doing. They should be at the administrative building finding shinobi capable and trustworthy enough to take over Madara’s work load. They should be redrafting village defenses and patrol routes. They should be tracking Madara down to either bring him back to the village or eliminate him so that he could not reveal village secrets. There were many things that they were supposed to be doing at this moment, but he could not bring himself to voice those thoughts. Suggestions such as those would not bring his brother comfort, nor would he be capable of giving those necessities the attention they required. For now, all those responsibilities could wait.

Nearly silent sobs shook his brother’s form. It was not often that Tobirama initiated any sort of physical affection, but Hashirama needed him. Curled in on himself as he was, Hashirama was not in a position that welcomed comfort, but he reached out his hand and placed it on Hashirama’s shoulder anyway. When Hashirama looked up at him, face blotchy and nose runny from crying, he must have recognized the gesture for what it was because he did not hesitate in turning towards Tobirama and pulling him into a hug, and Tobirama did not hesitate in returning it.

He could not recall the last time he had seen his brother so affected. As he rubbed circles into Hashirama’s back in an attempt to soothe him, he was reminded of when Kawarama and Itama died. Madara was not dead though. Neither he nor Hashirama knew his plans for after he left the village. He wished he could suggest to Hashirama that he might return, that he did not need to mourn Madara as lost, but he did not want to give his brother false hope. Whatever Madara’s intentions, he had made his inability to stay in Konoha clear when he first tried to leave, so it was unlikely that he would return. With no words to offer, he simply remained in Hashirama’s embrace and took his own comfort in his brother’s presence.

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cyberstabbing · 7 years

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Sci-fi/Dystopian future/Danger Days/idk

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EDIT #2: found some more! Man, that fic just keeps giving.

EDIT #3: Damn it, the artist’s blog (second one) is marked as having “sensitive content”, so I couldn’t view it anymore on this account. So here is the post reblogged on a sfw blog for y’all youngins, and here is a screenshot juuust in case the sfw blog deactivates and that link stops working, too.

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#frerard #frerard fic #frank/gerard #rec list

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