Red Cold River

Dabi Touya stared at the picture that was pinned to the wall. "Firefall huh, so that's what they call you now, #1 spy?" In a nearby cup holder was a black sharpie, he didn't hesitate to cross out the face of the man who molded him into the monster he now was.

The Enji skyfall 007 au.

I'd expect that they'd want proof. No one wants to get their hopes up over a deceased family member only to have it crushed.

Dabi Touya stared at the picture that was pinned to the wall. "Firefall huh, so that's what they call you now, #1 spy?" In a nearby cup holder was a black sharpie, he didn't hesitate to cross out the face of the man who molded him into the monster he now was.

The Enji skyfall 007 au.

"Will you get off of me?!" The Uchiha yelled as he felt the alley of the two shift more weight onto him. He gave a wry smile and raised a brow.

"Oh? But why should I? Is something wrong?" There was something in his voice that was grating on the young man's nerves. What was it? Ah yes, sheer mockery. The Uchiha knew well enough to know when the Senju was mocking him and this was definitely one of those moments. The whole situation was rather embarrassing to put it simply; he being stopped in the middle of a robbery and pinned down onto the ping pong table. It almost seemed intentional, the angle he had been placed in, his (perfectly toned) behind in plain view. Then there was that hunger in the Senju's eyes. But he was the sheriff and no one could question his "immaculate" decisions and "innocent" motives behind his crime fighting.

"Damn right there is! Who the hell do you think I am?!" The Uchiha shot back. There were a number of statements that he knew the Senju could return to him. Much to his chagrin, there was a time when he had been very transparent with the man who would soon vow to catch him and bring him to justice. Of course, Madara had at times spilled too much to his friend about himself, beyond his hopes and dreams of a town free of bandits and criminals, knowing that it was almost impossible in the Wild West. It was quite ironic now that he thought about it, him turning to a life of crime.

"You've been a very bad boy, Mada-chan. I really should have you hanged in the town square for this." This time his voice held a different tone, one that sent shivers down his spine. It was a tone he had heard the day he stumbled upon a dehydrated man begging for food and drink. Wait, that tone was. . .

Longing~

What was that bastard Senju planning? All he knew was that it didn't sound good.

"Or... I could punish you for your insolence." He swallowed thickly as the Senju's fingers slid down his back and touched the crack of his– IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED?!

"What do you think you're doing?!" He barked. "This is madness!"

"No, Mada-chan. This is the West. But unlike any other sheriff that's worn my badge and protected this town, I'm going to change it." He leaned in close enough to take the Uchiha's dusty scent. He inhaled it and sighed before bringing his lips to his ear. "And I plan on starting with you."

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