Tobirama knew how what he was feeling went against the ideals he held, he knew better than anyone how his own brother had risked his life to protect Konoha from his clan. You were dangerous, your blood was stained with infidelity, he knew you would betray Konoha. What was someone like him doing to you? He was a prodigy, an unbeatable jutsu creator, he had created some of the most powerful jutsus that existed. But you know what they say, you can't help who you fall for. And maybe that was Tobirama's curse.

You were death, you were ruin he repeated to himself before once again finding himself calling you for private "meetings". He knew well that that headband was more than a village, that Konoha breathed the flame that would defend everyone in the village, a flame that burned only in those who would defend their village with their own lives. That was Tobirama's purpose — even if he knew that when you appeared everything was lost like leaves in the wind — well, he could handle that, he would deal with you.

But how could he avoid it when you were there in all your glory, with those sweet eyes and that warm smile, he could melt with just that smile, he needed your touch, only you could take him out of this eternal desire to have, he would never feel the boredom of possessing, not with you.

Of course, he was not a sane man, if he had any sense of self-preservation he would have plunged himself into the blood of your death, because you were not worthy, a clan like yours was not worthy of existing. The Uchihas would cause the destruction of Konoha, but of course, his love for you would cause his own downfall.

He smiled when he saw you walk through the front door of his office, a slight smile took over his lips as he patted his lap, eager to be in touch with you. "Come here, let's talk." This time he was determined, he would not meet you again.