AN: WARNING, this part contains HEAVY torture scenes that might upset some readers.

Tobirama:

I can't tell you.

Not because of me.

But because of YOU.

He will kill you.

Madara has eyes here and he will know what I've said and he will kill you.

I'd rather have you torture me for a lifetime, than him torturing you for one minute. You don't know what that man is capable of doing.

Izuna, please, I love you.

Please understand.

Please understand that I'm not begging for you to stop torturing me.

I'm begging for you to figure it OUT.

Please, Izuna, think outside of the box.

Look beyond me.

Please, figure it out.

Figure it out that Madara exists.

Izuna:

The lights were blasting behind me, made me feel powerful. I knew they made me hard to see, but I, on the other hand, had a good view of the person in the chair in front of me.

I was sitting on a stool, hands on my knees, relaxed, a little slumped.

The man in the chair in front of me was slumping, too, hair dirty, shirt covered in blood. He looked absolutely defeated. Defeated and terrified, looking at the basin of water I've placed a short distance away, realising what it was for.

"I need the names of all of your members", I said calmly, darkly.

He didn't answer.

"I need all of your members", I repeated.

"I can't... I can't..."

I stood up and kicked his kneecap harshly.

He remained silent, gritted his teeth together, trying his best not to scream.

"THE MEMBERS, WHORE!!"

"I can't tell you!"

I crept up behind him, took my gun, put it to his head, unsecured it. "Fuck off."

I could sense him tense up.

I leaned forwards, put my lips to his ear. "Not so brave, are we?" He didn't say anything. "Emil was brave. He was in pain, but he was never afraid like you are." I walked to the side of the chair, kicked it so harshly the man in it fell. "TOBIRAMA, YOU FUCKING COWARD!"

Blood started trickling down Tobirama's face from where he'd scraped it open on the grey tile floor, but he remained silent. He was truly colourless now, his red makeup smudged out, his skin a dirty grayish tone, his hair a mess. I grabbed the chair and dragged him to the water basin, forced his head to the edge of it.

The panic in his eyes made my mouth water.

"Bring Emil back to me", I murmured.

Tobirama looked at me as if I were crazy.

I probably was.

"I said, BRING EMIL BACK TO ME!"

I forced his head under water, held it there for a good minute as his body convulsed. As it started to slump, I let him up, but just for two seconds before forcing it down again.

Next time I let him up, he screamed.

"THAT'S RIGHT, SLUT! THIS IS FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE! THIS IS FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO HIM."

Two minutes under water this time. As he came up, he was begging.

"PLEASE!"

"Oh, I love to hear you BEG!"

Again and again, I forced his head under water, screaming.

"YOU KILLED HIM! YOU MURDERER! YOU TOOK EMIL'S LIFE!"

He kept begging, pathetic whore.

"THIS IS FOR TORTURING HIM. FOR FORCING ME TO WATCH!"

I was so angry, so furious, so out of this world that in the end, I was sputtering gibberish, drool trailing down my chin as I almost drowned the man I had once loved.

"IZUNA, THAT'S ENOUGH!"

I kept screaming and sputtering.

"IZUNA!!"

It had taken four police officers to force me away from him.

They pulled me away as I was screaming, clawing, fighting to get free so I could get to him and kick his skull in.

"Izuna, that's enough."

And we left Tobirama on the floor, face to the grey tiles, his white shirt wet, still bound to his chair, in a puddle of water, sobbing his heart out.

I thought it was because of the torture, but in reality, it was because he realised then that he'd truly lost me.

Tobirama was hospitalised with pneumonia caused by the substantial amount of water he'd gotten into his lungs. I searched my heart for any trace of guilt. There was none.

I walked through the ward to his room.

As soon as I came in, he sat up in panic, backing up.

"Don't lose your breath", I said. Tobirama flinched, and I realised what I'd just said. "Oh, my God, I didn't mean- Oh, Jesus Christ, sorry, I didn't mean- Nice job, Izuna", I scolded myself. "Neat job, really neat."

Tobirama was looking at me now with a questioning look in his eyes, some of the panic subsiding. He was clean now, no makeup which felt strange, in a clean hospital shirt. He really was enormous, and seemed to have regained some of his poise. He smiled a crooked smile as I stumbled over the words. Despite everything, he's smiling. Maybe, he was brave.

I sat down on a chair, belly to its back, holding the back with my hands. I looked at him, just looked.

"I don't love you anymore", I said simply.

"You never said you did", he said, voice dark, facial expression unchanging.

"I know. But I did."

"I loved you, too."

"You still do?" I asked.

He looked away, thought for a while. Then, he looked back on me. "Yes. Most definitely."

"Oh, good", I said.

"Why?"

"I like it when you suffer."

"You little motherfucker."

He smiled at me.

I smiled back.

"I am sorry", I said. "I am sorry for what I did."

"I am sorry, too."

"Won't bring Emil back."

"Do you love him?" Tobirama asked, worry in his voice.

I didn't answer.

"Look, I said, standing up, turning the chair round so I could sit on it normally, leaning forwards. "There's something that doesn't add up." Something glimmered in his eyes. I couldn't discern what it was. "Your trial is tomorrow. You will definitely be put in prison for a long, long time. But there's something that doesn't add up." I leaned forwards. "You're being controlled. You've told me already. But for some reason, you can't tell me by whom. I'm going to figure it out."

With that, I stood up and left.

Halfway down the corridor, it struck me what had lit up in his eyes.

It was hope.