Chapter 1
"I wovvv youuu"
Hashirama cling to madara while hiccuping. He is completely wasted from drinking too much.
"You always say that when you're drunk."
Madara grunts as he walk while helping Hashirama walk home as well.
"But i love youu Madara"
Hashirama whines as he pouts.
"Say that when you're awake, then i'll believe you. You're such a drunkard.
"mm.."
Hashirama pouts as he continue clinging to Madara.
"But i loveee youu Madaraa, whyyy dont you believe meeee"
Hashirama whines as he rubs his cheek to madara shoulder.
"Because you keep saying it while you're drunk! Say it when you're sober, dumbass! At least once! Then i'll believe you."
Madara grunts again.
Madara arrive at Hashirama's house. He open the door and bring Hashirama to his bedroom.
"Now sleep. Don't make such mess."
Madara help Hashirama change into a more comfrotable clothes. He really want to oggle on Hashirama's body, but it just doesn't feel right.
He shouldn't be feeling like this towards Hashirama. Just because the idiot keep confessing to him while he's drunk, doesn't mean Hashirama truly love him, right?
But people says drunk words are truth. But if that's the case, why Hashirama never bring it up when he's sober? He never even touch any topic about romance when he talk to Madara.
"Madara.."
Hashirama tug Madara's sleeve as he was lying on the bed.
"What is it, idiot?"
Madara grunts and squat down next to the bed.
"I love youuu"
Hashirama pout, as if wanting Madara to say it back or do something about it.
"Okay, enough with that shit. Go sleep"
Madara pushed Hashirama away gently and unfold his blanket.
"You don't love me?"
Hashirama grab Madara's wrist, and glance at Madara with his pout, and big brown teary eyes.
Madara close his eyes. He really want to kick this idiot to another planet, or pull him for a kiss.
"I don't know, Hashirama."
Madara glance at Hashirama again. What a lie.
"I'm sure you're mistaken me with someone else."
Madara pull the blanket and tuck hashirama in, he pat the blanket gently and glance at Hashirama who is still pouting.
"Hmp.."
Hashirama was still pouting even after Madara tuck him in. Usually that idiot immediately beams and become obedient when Madara tuck him in. Not this time.
"You gotta tell them that you love them. Not...blurting everything to me when you're drunk. I'm sure you start to feel some sparks with Mito. Tell her that. Don't toy with me, Hashi."
Madara glance at Hashirama as his chest stings a little.
"But i-"
Hashirama was cut off by Madara.
"Just sleep for now. You have work tomorrow."
Madara pat Hashirama head and ruffle his hair a little.
Hashirama let out a small noises of comfort, he then nods and eventually drift off to sleep.
Madara left Hashirama's room and went back to his house. Cold and quiet. It's so gloomy and depressing in there.
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"Madara!"
Hashirama beams as he waves his hand to Madara.
It was the next morning. Of course the idiot always forget what happened the night before.
Madara was contemplating. Does he need to be a jerk? Or just pretend everything is fine?
If he does the first option, Hashirama would chase him to the corner of the village to make Madara spill what happened.
Okay option two it is.
"Hey senju"
Madara wave back as he glance at Hashirama.
"So- so-"
Hashirama hurriedly approach Madara, he almost fall from tripping on himself, but he caught himself and jump to Madara.
"I have a new bonsai!"
Hashirama beams as he squeals.
"I picked it from- bla bla bla"
Madara start dozing off when Hashirama starts blabbering. He just feel like Hashirama is toying with him.
"Ahem, sorry Hashirama."
Madara steps back a little, making Hashirama pause his blabbering.
"I have clan leader meeting now. I'll catch you up later yeah? Dinner?"
Madara raise his shoulders.
"Ah-...okay then, good luck for the meeting. Take care okay? and yeah dinner sounds good."
Hashirama looks dejected. He wave his hand to Madara.
"Yeah I'll get going then."
Madara walks away without looking back.
Hashirama continue glancing at Madara's figure which slowly fades away in the corner of the street.
It was finally time for dinner. The sun was setting down, the sky were orangeish purple, almost shifting to the night.
Madara went to the hokage office to pick up Hashirama, but the idiot wasn't there. Instead Madara need to argue a little with Tobirama.
Madara then wander around the village. Trying to find Hashirama. After fifteen minutes, he sense Hashirama's chakra somewhere.
Madara quickly dash to the place. He found Hashirama at the park near a water fountain. With Mito Uzumaki. They were both giggling and laughing, ad Hashirama eyes beams and sparkle, talking about whatever. Madara didn't care, he was pissed.
Madara clench his fist. He was proud of himself. Ofcourse, because he was right. Hashirama is just toying with him. Glad Madara never fall for Hashirama's words when he is drunk.
Madara was pissed to the bone. Seeing Hashirama talking happily and beaming like that while talking to Mito.
Hashirama was still laughing, until Mito pat Hashirama's back to get his attention.
"Isn't that Madara? Do you have some bussiness with him?"
Mito point at Madara, the uchiha was standing below a tree.
Hashirama beams as he sees Madara.
"Oh right! I'll go have dinner with him now. See you tomorrow, Lady Mito."
Hashirama bows, he take Mito's dainty hand and kiss the hand gently, then immediately run to Madara.
"Madara!"
Hashirama beams as he start gasping for air.
Madara turns away, as he was gonna leave.
"Wait- where are you going??"
Hashirama grip Madara's hand.
"Don't you have some bussiness with her? She's your future fiancé. Don't ignore her."
Madara pull away his wrist from Hashirama's grip .
"But didn't we agree to have dinner together?"
Hashirama mumbles as he looks sad.
"We can have dinner another time. Look, she's still there, waiting for you. Go back to her, stupid senju."
Madara glance at Mito who was still sitting near the water fountain.
Hashirama was torn. He want to have dinner with Madara, but he also didn't want to abandon Mito alone.
"Just go, stupid senju."
Madara push Hashirama lightly.
"Sorry Madara"
Hashirama clasp his hand together as he apologize to Madara, then run off to approach Mito.
Madara watch from afar, he turns his back and left. He walks to the quiet side of the village. Passing the river, the bridge, and the quiet forest.
Madara walk to the Hokage Mountain cliff, where Hashirama and him used to hang out when they were kids.
Madara glance up to the sky, the sky was already dark by now. He needs to eat dinner but he didn't feel like it.
His world was spinning around. On one hand, everytime Hashirama get drunk, he always confess to Madara. But on the other hand, Hashirama is going to be engaged with Mito soon.
Madara wasn't sure what it was either. He only remember Hashirama told him he gets a future wife, and he won't be single anymore, while mocking Madara being a virgin.
Did Hashirama really pursue Mito? or was it an arrange marriage? Madara didn't even bother to ask back then, he was already pissed by that information, so he just shut down and listen to whatever Hashirama had to say.
Madara continue glancing at the sky, lost in thought. Lost in the past, his grieve. He wish Izuna is still alive to be next to him. He miss Izuna so much, his house was so quiet and depressing without Izuna around. He hates coming to an empty and depressing home.
Madara sigh and look at the sky again, as he enjoy the night breeze. He knows Hashirama will eventually leave him the moment he start a family.
That hokage has his plate full already. He got hokage duty. He is the Senju head clan. And if he have a family, he will have no more time to hang out with Madara.
Madara sigh as he gave up to fate. They're not meant for each other afterall. Hashirama is like the sun. Madara is just a shadow. Hashirama bring joy to everyone around him. His kindness, his selfless sacrifice, his consideration to everyone.
It's just the opposite for Madara. Everywhere Madara goes, he cause tension and people talks behind him. Even his own clan members don't obey him and start questioning his decisions. Madara hold grudges. And he gives zero fucks to everyone except Hashirama.
Madara spent hours spiralling in his mind, imagining his life without Hashirama. Imagining his life if he get together with Hashirama. His clan members and elders will probably roast him to death. It's just complicated.
Madara sigh as he enjoy the night breeze that accompany him in his solitude.