uchiha disaster boys

“Aniki,” Izuna shouted. He flung the door open. “Get your shoes on! We’re going to fight the Senju.”

Something broke inside the house. “We’re what,” Madara roared.

Izuna scampered back out to the street. He’d come back for his kodachi later. Maybe he ought to get his repaired armor now. He turned to the blacksmiths-

And then a hand grabbed him by the collar and lifted him off the ground. He sputtered. “Madara!”

“Hikaru,” a voice corrected, and shook him like a bad cat. “What did you do? We sent you out on a five day trip to barter for rice. It’s been a week and we have a war with the Senju now?” His cousin’s tone was disgruntled. “Do we even have rice?”

“Yes.” He wiggled out of his grip by abandoning the shirt as a lost cause. He wheeled around to face Hikaru as he ducked out of grabbing range. “After the Daimyo died, I agreed to do metal working for the cult. The Priestess from the village- the one with the rice,” he clarified, because that might be a confusing point– “she agreed to give us rice. So, the problem is solved.”

Hikaru looked like he was in pain. He put his fingertips to his temples. “The Daimyo is dead?”

Izuna rolled his eyes. “Is that really the important thing right now?” he complained.

“The Daimyo is what?” Madara burst out of the house in his sleeping yukata. His hair was sticking up on one side. “Izuna, what happened?” His eyes widened at the sight of Izuna, probably because of the ugly bruising on his face.

“I just said,” Izuna whined. “I got the deal for rice.”

“There was also something about metal working and a cult.” Hikaru closed his eyes.

Izuna rolled his eyes. “I cut and hammered a design into 500 little pieces of metal for the priestess who had the Daimyo dragged down into hell. It’s not like I taught them how to bend metal.”

“You are going to be my end,” Hikaru said quietly.

The brothers ignored it. “I don’t care about that,” Madara said brusquely. “Why is the Daimyo dead?” Then he stopped. He blinked. “Into hell?” His face was openly confused. “Izuna- did you hit your head?”

He self consciously put his fingertips on the sensitive skin of his nose and cheek. “The Priestess hit me. We were sparring.”

Madara closed his eyes. Hikaru looked up to the heavens as if he was praying for strength.