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The boy slowly wobbled up into a crouch, one knee on the ground. Tobirama stayed down, almost in seiza, hands visible and still on his knees. "Who are you? I don't know you. Are -- are you a Senju? Really? And it's night, why is it night?! Why is -- why do you have his corpse?!" (...) He wasn't done. He could feel the drain on his chakra reserves and he was going to be cutting it close, so. Feelings later. Happiness later. Squeezing his brother in his arms and breathing in his scent could -- it could wait. It could. Tobirama had been asked questions. "I created fake corpses to swap with the two of you. It's night because the comet I'm anchoring this seal to is passing by at night this time around. And I'm." His breath hitched, just a little. Months of feverish calculations, planning, plotting, setbacks and roadblocks, knowing the chance might never come again, knowing he had a time limit, a very narrow window and if he failed that was it. "I'm Tobirama. Your brother. It's been twelve years. Do I... Do I not look like me any longer?"

Fics like The Thirteenth Hour

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