Brilliant in the Sunlight
Summary: Tobirama's not sure who it was or how they did it, but when he figures it out, there'll be hell to pay!
WC: 821
Rating: G
Tobirama actually grimaced when he saw his armour. There was no help for it, though, he needed it for team training this morning. He indulged in a hefty sigh. When he found out who was responsible…
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Hizuren, Koharu, and Homura were all already at the training ground when he arrived. He hoped they were working on their situational awareness, but it seemed equally likely that they were simply lying in wait for his arrival. There was a moment of (hopefully shocked) silence, then all three children burst into giggles. At least Koharu had the decency to try and hide her giggles behind her hand…
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Tobirama was undecided whether he prefered to think his prankster knew about the council meeting right after team training this morning or not. As soon as the children disappeared towards their homes, he indulged in his second grimace of the day—he would not have time to go home and change. Even if he left the armour in his office, it had surely already infected the clothing underneath. He shored up his mental defences and decided that Hiraishin was definitely the best way to get to his office in the administration building. At least he would be able to bypass the general public, and his state would be a rumour only. With his reputation, such was likely to be dismissed by the public at large…
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All eyes were fixed on him the instant he walked through the meeting room door. He kept his face carefully blank even as Hashirama turned red from laughter. He feet the distinctive spike of chakra that came from Madara activating his sharingan. The Nara clan head merely raised an eyebrow. The Hyuga head keeps his face as blank as Tobirama's own, but his chakra took on a tone of judgement and disapproval.
Tobirama took his seat and didn't bother waiting for his anija to calm down, or begin the meeting in his own time as was proper. He just wanted out of here as soon as possible. He glanced at the first item on the agenda.
“Nara-sama, would you please update us on the plans for the village mission ranking system…?”
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Tobirama had hoped to escape to home immediately after the meeting so he could Hiraishin home to change, and possibly disappear into his lab for the rest of forever. His luck, however, was still against him, and lzuna was waiting right outside the meeting room door when they finally adjourned.
“Tobirama! Just who I wanted to see! Let's go for a spar!”
It wasn't their usual time to spar, and lzuna's voice held the edge of mockery that told Tobirama that a) he'd heard about Tobirama's predicament somewhere already, and b) he wanted to make sure as many people witnessed it as possible.
“Unfortunately, I have a previous engagement.”
“Nonsense! I stopped by your office to find you first! This meeting was the last thing on your agenda!”
Tobirama was going to fire his assistant for letting lzuna anywhere near his desk…
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The spar with Izuna was good for two things: lzuna made an excellent target for today's frustrations, and his armour was actually <i>cleaner</i> by the end of it.
“Let's head to that new Akimichi barbeque place for lunch! I know you haven't had a chance to eat yet,” Izuna suggested.
The condition of Tobirama's armour was actually of benefit here because Izuna wouldn't throw his arm over Tobirama's shoulders to force the issue. Not that there would usually be anything to force. Which meant there was opportunity here.
Tobirama’s mouth tilted into a smirk, “I'll meet you there.”
He hiraishined home before Izuna could react.
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Safety was not yet to be had—Mito and Tōka were having tea on the engawa when he arrived. Clearly, trying to keep any more mess out of his personal rooms was a mistake.
“Tobi-chan! You're looking swanky today!” Tōka teased before he could storm off into his rooms, mess be damned.
He chose not to say anything, just flipped her off as he stomped passed. Mito remained blessedly silent…
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One advantage to living in the clan head's home was the addition of a private bathroom within his own suite of rooms. Tobirama slipped silently through the corridors, all mercifully empty, straight there and disposed of all his clothing into the tub.
It didn't matter how careful he was, all the shinobi skills in the world couldn't keep the glitter someone had covered his armour with from cascading all over the floor, the sink, the towels, his brush…
When he found out who had managed to cover his armour in bright blue glitter, there would be hell to pay. He smirked—a larger, more evil smirk than the one he'd given Izuna. This would be an excellent chance to test his self-replicating seals. His target would determine if they'd be filled with glitter… or paperwork.