"What. . . What the hell is this?" Madara asked, adrenaline kicking in a bit as he read over some of the things scribbled on the scroll he'd found on his lover's bedside table. The least alarming item appeared to be a blade of lightning; some of the others were downright. . .

"Hm? Oh. . . Projects I've been forced to put aside, at least until I have more time to work out the difficulties inherent to them." Tobirama supplied with a distracted look and a disappointed sigh, suddenly reminding Madara that while not the strongest - if close behind - he shared a bed with one of the most dangerous men in their fledgling village.