Fortress of Lies
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On closer inspection there weren't all that many similarities Madara was looking for. Hair was closer to a dirty gray rather than pure white, his face did not resemble Tobirama - softer jawline, rounder cheeks, his nose was smaller, his eyes were the wrong shape and on top of that dark green - wrong color. No markings on his cheeks that Madara often dreamed about tracing with his tongue. Absolutely nothing about his face was sharp or elegant, he looked soft.
But this could work. The stranger was lean, his hair similar enough in coloring and cut in almost the same choppy, too short for anyone but shinobi manner. And despite him being shorter than Madara, he could bet once he got the man to kneel it would not matter. Not like he was planning to look him in the face.
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- Part 1 of Fortress of Lies
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His musings were interrupted by Madara pulling on the fabric of his pants and tearing it to pieces.
“I hope next time you will allow me to take them off, you brute,” he complained. Madara laughed again as he leaned down and licked the blood trail left from the senbon. His face twisted into expression Tobirama struggled to decipher. The Uchiha was excited, although this was obvious from the way his chakra surged akin to a raging wildfire. The man grinned and it could have been mistaken for a kind or relaxed smile if not for the fact that it didn’t quite reach his eyes, making it cold, predatory. Which made no sense. Tobirama wasn’t the prey here.
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- Part 2 of Fortress of Lies