Chapter 5
Madara was plucking Hashirama hair, because the stupid idiot accidently laugh out loud from a dry joke, that even a kid wouldn't find it funny.
"Stupid Senju, why are you laughing for something that's not even funny?"
Hashirama was still laughing out loud until he hiccups, from laughing too much.
Madara grumbled as he keep plucking the daisies on Hashirama head. Yet Hashirama continue laughing, and more daisies pop out again.
Madara was on edge, he pull Hashirama hair lightly, he was annoyed at the daisies which keep sprouting out.
"SHUT UP HASHIRAMA! Or I will shave your head!"
Hashirama who was laughing out loud, immediately shut up, trying to maintain his laugh.
"There you go. You're so noisy, and now you're more annoying because of these daisies!"
Madara grunted , he continue plucking the daisies, rougher this time, because he know it's harmless.
"Madara don't be like that. I do not wish to get this Hanahaki Head curse!"
Hashirama whined while scribbling something in his book.
Madara rolled his eyes as Hashirama proceed to call it Hanahaki Head Curse. Of course it's not Hanahaki, it's not deadly, and not caused by unrequited love.
The stupid tree just have too much uncontrollable chakra, oozing from the top of his head. That's why he got flowers blooming on his head, everytime he feel extreme emotion.
Madara continue plucking Hashirama's daisies, his hands were numb by now. And he didn't even bother to collect the daisies for himself. It's just too much!!
Even when hashirama accidently fart, he would laugh out loud, resulting some fart scented daises. Yieks. Madara definitely did not want to collect Hashirama's daisies because of that reason.
"What are you scribbling?"
Madara peeked at Hashirama's notebook, he knew it's not his bussiness, but Hashirama has been focusing on it for a while now.
Hashirama immediately closed the book, and giggle
"It's a secret Madara. I'm sketching my muse, and every plants i have in my garden"
Madara raised his eyebrows, and chuckle
"So your muse is your plants?"
Hashirama snorted and pocketed his small sketchbook.
"Ofcourse not. It's a real person."
Madara continue plucking Hashirama's daisies. He wonder, who is Hashirama's muse? It must be someone that Hashirama think is so beautiful and a work of art.
"Who?"
Madara asked shortly, he wasn't amused. He knows that Hashirama's Muse is not him. And it makes him hurt, or maybe pissed.
Hashirama turned his head and glance at Madara.
"I told you, it's a secret!"
Hashirama smiled smugly, as some white roses slowly bloom on his head.
Madara grunted and roll his eyes. Great. Hashirama's muse is real. And now he start blooming white roses.
"Why your head suddenly blooms white roses?"
Madara blinked, realizing that Tobirama and Madara himself never found out why Hashirama sprout white roses. The other flowers represent emotions that were extreme and visible enough.
"Oh really?"
Hashirama answered nonchalantly, as he giggle again.
"I'm not sure though. It seems like it sprout randomly"
Hashirama added, then he hums and continue playing with the pile of daisies in front of him.
"You're lying."
Madara said sternly, and Hashirama heart beat faster. Did Madara find out? But how? no one told him about what his white roses means.
"What do you mean? I don't know what white roses represent, Madara."
Hashirama answered. Trying to appeared calm.
Madara mumbles at Hashirama.
"Because every other flowers you bloom, are caused by extreme emotion. There is no flower that's randomly sprouting. They always bloom when you show extreme emotion. Now, why white roses seem to bloom even when you're not expressing anything?"
Madara grunted as he finally clean Hashirama's head from the daisies. Of course, he pluck the white rose and pocketed it for himself.
Hashirama tilted his head, pretending to be dumb.
"I truly don't know, Madara. Please enlighten me, oh the genius Uchiha."
Hashirama smirked and look back, glancing directly at Madara.
Madara's eye twitch in annoyance. Hashirama is obviously trying to get under his skin.
"Whatever. I know that you know what it means, Hashirama. But if you wanna play, go on."
Madara sigh. He stood up, and patted down his thigh, cleaning his clothes from the daisies.
Madara glance at the pile of daisies below him.
"I think i need to start charging for plucking your flowers. My hands are numb, you idiot!"
Madara grunted as he curse under his breathe.
Hashirama glance at Madara, then suddenly kneel in front of Madara, being over dramatic as usual.
"Please, Madara! Don't charge me for the plucking...i really don't have money. I even have debts, from too much gambling."
Hashirama used his lethal puppy eyes at Madara.
Madara rolled his eyes, not persuaded bt the puppy eyes.
"Then i'll go to your finance assistant and charge you directly."
Hashirama whined and start hugging Madara waist, not letting him go. Begging him not to charge him.
"Stop touching me, idiot!"
Madara kick Hashirama away and left Hashirama laying on the meadow.
"Madaraaaa"
Hashirama whined as he watched Madara walking away.
Madara was sitting on the tatami, his feet hurt from sitting too long.
He was staring at the yukata set in front of him.
"Madara-nii, hurry up! You're gonna be late!"
Izuna was running in the background, bringing things necessary.
"Shut up, Izuna! I have to look the best!"
Madara grumbled. He sat down and sigh, eyeing the two set of yukata in front of him.
One is black yukata, with gold cloud streaks and dark red obi. There were some red spider lily patterns at the yukata sleeve. On the back, there is the infamous Uchiha Crest embroidered at the center.
The other yukata was dark bule,
the bottom part was a painting of night sky with a shrine. Some white dots were scattered almost to the bodice, representing the starry sky.
The sleeves were a gradient from dark blue to almost white, with silver obi. Truthfully, he liked the first one. It makes him feel like an emperor or something.
But does Hashirama like it? Which one would Hashirama choose if he was here?