Chapter 3
----------
"Madara.."
Hashirama glance at Madara, as he seem to get hesitant about everything now.
"....we can figure this out, Hashirama. We can try ask Tobirama what's the best for you, while saving Mito and giving her, the freedom she deserve."
Madara smile softly.
"You're right."
Hashirama nods and sigh in relief.
"Anyway, for now let's drink away our problem. I just got this new type of sake from that Ramen Guy."
Hashirama pulled out a chonky bottle of sake and show it in front of Madara's face.
"You're gonna get drunk and slip off from a cliff then die."
Madara snorts as he teases Hashirama.
"Hey that's rude!!"
Hashirama pouts.
"I'm not gonna slip and die. Thank you very much!"
Hashirama grunts as he pop open the sake bottle and pour it into small sake cups.
"Anyway, Madara."
Hashirama give Madara the sake cup.
"Can you believe it?? We have been drinking together a lot of time, but we didn't even exchange cups yet!"
Hashirama beams as he lean closer to Madara.
"Doesn't exchanging cups need a whole ass ritual and ceremony?"
Madara raise his eyebrows as he laugh.
"Hmp...let's save the formality for later when we got time. But for now, i want to do exchange cup pleaseeee."
Hashirama beg to Madara using his puppy eyes again.
"Ugh...fine, fine."
Madara pick up his cup and raise his hand, as Hashirama did the same.
They then cross their arm against each other, fold it towards themself and drink from the cup. Their faces were pretty close during the exchanging cups, Madara felt like his whole face is blushing hard.
"Ah!!"
Hashirama savour the sake feeling, sighing in relief.
"Thank you Madara."
Hashirama smiles and lowered his arm, unfolding it away from Madara's arm.
"..Hmn"
Madara inhales deeply and take a shot of the sake from the sake cup.
"More, more!"
Hashirama laugh as he add more sake to Madara cup and his cup, then chug it in one go.
Madara can handle his liquor well, but Hashirama, as usual, get drunk pretty fast.
"Madaraaaa. I wovvvv youu."
Hashirama groans and rest his chin on Madara's head.
There it is. Hashirama's drunk confessions for the n-th time.
"No you don't"
Madara slurp his sake and sigh. His body feel warm from the sake and from Hashirama's touch.
"What??? why don't you believe me! I love youuu Madara."
Hashirama pout and nudge Madara's head using his own head.
"Tch- stop it, dumbass! You'll get dizzy"
Madara sigh and move away his head from Hashirama's.
"But i love youuu Madaraaaa"
Hashirama says it again, as he rest his head against Madara's shoulder.
"...How am i supposed to believe you if you're engaged to someome else and never tell me this when you're sober?"
Madara grunts, as he ruffle Hashirama hair with a hint of affection.
"..Because..i do love you Madara. But everything is against me having feelings for you."
Hashirama sigh as he lean into Madara's touch.
Madara thought about it. Yeah indeed. Hashirama has a lot in his plate. And he is afraid of confessing to Madara because of the uncertainity, the clan backlash, the situation with uzumaki clan, it's just a lot.
"..So you only confess to me when you're drunk because it's your safe place? To tell the truth without feeling guilty?"
Madara sigh again, continue caressing Hashirama's hair.
"....you can say that."
Hashirama hiccups and lean against Madara's chest.
"hm.."
Madara blush a little, but he still can't believe what Hashirama said. True, Hashirama is in a difficult situation. But Madara also doesn't know what to do to this stupid idiot.
"Madaraaaa i loce youuuu."
Hashirama continue clinging to Madara like his life depend on it.
"And what do you want me to do with that information?"
Madara glance at Hashirama.
"Mm..i..i don't know."
Hashiama hiccups again and continue clinging to Madara.
Madara just glance into the night sky. Then he feel Hashirama's hand poke his cheek once again.
"Madaraaa"
Hashirama pout and glance at Madara, his big brown eyes melt Madara's heart.
"What do you want?"
Madara sigh softly.
"...You never tell me how you feel-hicc"
Hashirama hiccups and pout, Madara was losing his mind, how come this stupid idiot is so cute when he is drunk?!
"Does it matter though? You're still gonna end up with Mito anyway."
Madara roll his eyes, as he ruffle Hashirama hair.
"...I just want to know, if I have any chance."
Hashirama sigh and glance at Madara.
Madara raise his eyebrows. Hashirama is actually serious, is he?
"ehm.."
Madara clear his throat.
"You're so dumb and idiot."
Madara pinch Hashirama's cheek and Hashirama whines and said ouch.
"...I love you, idiot. You're the warmth that i need in my life. You make life worth living."
Madara hold Hashirama closer and caress Hashirama's shoulder.
"mmm...really?"
Hashirama mumbles, still hesitant.
"You think i'd joke something like this? stupid"
Madara grunts and tug Hashirama's hair playfully.
"Yeah, you make me feel warm and happy. You make me feel seen and care of. I lost my world the moment i lost Izuna. But you always be there, looking out for me and stay with me. It's still hard, but i'm still living now because of you."
Madara glance at Hashirama, as the other guy flushed red.
"Madaraaaa"
Hashirama tears up and hug Madara tightly, Madara just sigh and return the hug.
"I wov you"
Hashirama hiccups again as he rest his chin on Madara's head again.
"I know, idiot. stop saying it over and over again."
Madara grunts, but deep inside him, he is grateful and lucky that Hashirama harbour some feelings for him. Eventhough fate says otherwise.
"Mmm.."
Hashirama rest himself as he leans against Madara. Madara continue caressing Hashirama's hair and back, enjoying the softness of Hashirama's long brown hair.
They spend some time there, enjoying the night breeze, and the moonlight bathe Madara's face and Hashirama's long hair.
Madara rarely receive Hashirama's affection and warmth during the day or when he is sober, so he'll use this chance to enjoy it.
After a while, Madara suddenly sense a familiar chakra near them. He grip on Hashirama's waist tightly, because the dumb hokage is totally wasted.
"Reveal yourself."
Madara activate his sharingan. He either was glad or hate that it was Tobirama.
"What are you doing to my brother this late?"
Tobirama glare at Madara, noticing his brother is completely wasted and sleeping against Madara.
His mind start spiralling, thinking Madara is taking advantage of Hashirama or poison him, or make him blurt out some secret information about the senju clan or whatever.
"What? you know how he is when he is drunk."
Madara sigh and grunts.
"You think i believe you uchiha?"
Tobirama draws his sword, as Madara roll his eyes.
"Look, if i want him die, i can just toss him down this cliff or kill him the moment he is wasted."
Madara grunts and stand up carefully, carrying Hashirama in his arms.
"He is drunk and wasted, because he feels like being drunk is a safe way to convey how he feels, since he never able to do that when he is sober."
Madara walks to Tobirama, also shooting glare at Tobirama using his sharingan.
"If you want to take him home go ahead. Just don't wake him up."
Madara stand in front of Tobirama, unfazed.
Tobirama sigh, he put away his sword and reach out his arms to carry his brother.
"Fine. Just stay away from my brother, Uchiha. You only done and cause things to him."
Tobirama grunts and walks back.
"Oh really now? That's brave coming out of your filthy mouth."
Madara clench his fist tightly.
Both of them start getting tense, until Hashirama shift in his sleep.
"Mm...m...madara?"
He mumbles as he hug Tobirama, thinking he was still next to Madara.
"Great. Now you're gonna wake him up. Just go home."
Madara grunts and shoo Tobirama away.
Tobirama rolls his eyes and retract his steps, then left Madara at that cliff.