Chapter 1
Madara couldn't sleep. Not because someone is sleeping soundlessly next to him. It's because the person is no other than Hashirama himself.
Madara shift in his bed. He wondered, if he did the right thing, to let Hashirama sleep with him in the same bed.
Well he couldn't refuse the puppy eyes of the Hokage. It always makes Madara feel things, making his stomach churn and his cheeks hot. It's just too cute.
So does this time. Hashirama plead Madara to let him stay at his house. Hashirama said he caught a weird disease, that he doesn't want Tobirama to know it.
But before Madara could ask, Hashirama is already on his knees, begging Madara to allow him stay for the night.
Madara couldnt help but feel pity for his friend. He would ask more about the disease, he was worried too. But looking at Hashirama's condition, Madara decided it's probably best to leave the topic aside.
He helped Hashirama stand, and helped him to go inside of the house. Madara accompany Hashirama while observing the hokage quietly, hovering around him, ready to jump in if Hashirama need anything.
But then again..
"Madara..can- .."
Hashirama breath hitched as he look at Madara with hope in his eyes.
Madara turns to Hashirama and speaks
"Can ...what? Finish your sentence. I don't understand."
There it goes. Madara is always so harsh to everyone, even to Hashirama. He didn't meant to, but it's just his reflex to push everyone away, except the stupid Senju, who never go away and continue sticking to Madara.
Hashirama inhales softly and sigh, as he clutch his chest.
"Can..can i sleep with you? I'm scared to sleep alone,..what if something happened to me?"
Hashirama mumbles as he glance at Madara.
Madara observe Hashirama. The Hokage never look this weak before. Somehow his eyebags got darken, and his cheekbones start showing. Maybe, maybe the disease is starting to take a toll onto it.
"Sure."
Madara answer shortly. He signaled Hashirama to enter his bedroom. Hashirama follows Madara with a sigh of relief, as he look around, observing Madara's bedroom.
"Your room is quite nice and cozy."
Hashirama smiles softly, when he saw several photos on Madara's desk. The photos are Madara with Izuna, and some photos of Hashirama smiling, and Madara being grump. But it hurts Hashirama to see Madara smiling in Izuna picture. Yet always grumpy in Hashirama picture.
"Hey Senju! Are you even listening to me?"
Madara grunts. He hate to repeat himself. Hashirama is lost in his thought it seems.
Hashirama quickly shift away from the pictures, then look at Madara.
"Ahahaha, sorry Madara. I was distracted. Care to repeat what you said?"
Hashirama walks further and sit on the bed.
Madara grunts and cross his arms.
"You didn't tell me yet. What disease you got?"
Hashirama was silent. He didn't know either. All he knows that...it's not a normal condition, even for shinobis. He knew Madara would laugh at him or not believe him, but it's worth a try.
"I have flowers grow on my head when i laugh out loud"
Hashirama blurted it out and smile sheepishly.
"You're joking."
Madara frowns, his lips turn into a smirk as he chuckle.
Hashirama laugh and chuckle. Ofcourse Madara wouldn't believe him. He had history of pranking Madara and watch him lose his mind. But not this time.
"It's real, Madara. Or do you think i'm making up excuse to sleep with you?"
Hashirama smiles teasingly. He knows it will rile Madara up.
Madara grunts, his hair become spiky and stiff, it's adorable, Hashirama thought. It's as if the hair has their own life and consciousnes.
Madara was yelling inside his brain, how dare hashirama make comments like that?? His face was really red, but he try to divert it to his grumpiness instead.
"I'm gonna kill you if you make up shit!"
Madara grunts and stroms off to his cupboard.
"I'm not lying, Madara. It happened this morning."
Hashirama chuckle, observing Madara who is busy rummaging his wardrobe.
Madara finally slam the wardrobe door and throw some clothing at Hashirama.
"Finally, about damn time you got cursed."
Madara said as he smirk smugly.
"I'm not cursed!"
Hashirama hissed and pout.
"And I didn't do anything that deserve to get me cursed!"
Hashirama continue pouting, his eyes glance at Madara.
Madara chuckle in amusement. He take off his high collared shirt, his typical uchiha outfit.
"And why do you come to me? I'm sure your bastard brother Tobirama is more skillfull. Maybe he can find out what's happening to you."
Madara pick up his pyjamas and wear it, he adjust his long spiky hair and flip it gently.
But Hashirama was lucky, he caught a glimpse of Madara shirtless. He thank God from the bottom of his heart for giving him this flowery head curse, as he was able to see Madara shirtless.
Hashirama lick his lips and murmurs.
"Well I don't want Tobirama to jump into conclusion."
Hashirama looks down as he play with the pyjamas that Madara thrown at him earlier.
"He might say I got Hanahaki disease, but this is definitely not Hanahaki disease. And besides, it's a myth disease anyway."
Hashirama sigh and look up, at the wrong timing. Madara was only in his boxer, his lean thigh and Madara's certain private area makes Hashirama blushed. But Hashirama keep his composure and dart his eyes to Madara's face.
"Well it's obviously not Hanahaki disease. You're not coughing up any petals, do you?"
Madara pull up his pyjama pants and sit on the bed, having some distance between him and Hashirama.
Hashirama shakes his head.
"No, i didn't cough petals nor feel my chest stuffy. You know, i have a hunch it might because of my overflowing chakra."
Hashirama mumbles again.
"Hm...can't you just- relieve yourself to release some chakra? I heard it sometimes help with overflowing chakra issues."
Madara said nonchalantly, not realizing the conversation drift to something dangerous for Hashirama heart.
"You think I didn't try it?"
Hashirama pouts again, Madara laugh a little at Hashirama's pout.
"So it doesn't work?"
Madara chuckle softly and grab a blanket for them.
"If it works, i would have stayed at home jacking off until i pass out. Ofcourse it doesn't work, Madara."
Hashirama laugh out loud, and indeed, some small daisies start popping out of his head.
Madara was laughing along, but then he stopped laughing. He froze when he saw daisies pop out of Hashirama's head. not much, but it's enough to make Madara lost his mind.
"Your head!!"