Chapter 8
Madara continue glancing at Hashirama through the mirror. The man look fresh, beautiful and handsome at the same time. His long silky brown hair was swaying everytime Hashirama move his arm.
Hashirama's gentle touch in Madara's hair also makes Madara melt a little. He really enjoy it, eventhough Madara will never admit it.
Madara eyes also drafted down to Hashirama's yukata. The man wore a deep red yukata, with white obi. His yukata had some small intricate patterns around the sleeve.
"You rarely wear red.."
Madara mumbles.
Hashirama looks up and glance at Madara through the mirror.
"Yeah, hmmn..i was just trying new colors. I don't think red is my color."
Hashirama laughs softly, his laugh made Madara's stomach churn. That laugh is so endearing and pleasing to Madara's ears.
"You look good in red."
Madara said shortly. It was quiet for a bit, until Madara added again.
"Red brings out your tan skin and your eyes."
Madara keep glancing at Hashirama, waiting for his answer.
"Really? Thank you Madara. Still, I think greens are more my colors."
Hashirama smiles as his cheeks turn pink from the compliment.
"Well you're right. Greens make you look calming and elegant, also fresh. I like it."
Madara throw his opinion on air then nods in agreement with Hashirama's statement.
Hashirama was silent for a bit, then speaks up.
"Thanks Madara. But you know i think you'll look good in red."
Hashirama smiles as white roses start blooming slowly on his head.
Madara raise his eyebrows. There it is again. The mysterious white roses. So what? Hashirama got some boost of confidence when Madara compliment him?
Then white roses mean confident? But it doesn't add up with other incidents.
"Hashi, your head grows white roses. Again."
Madara says as he glance at Hashirama through the mirror.
"I told you, Madara. It's random. I don't know why it suddenly bloom either."
Hashirama shrug and chuckle gently.
Madara turns around and pluck the white rose from Hashirama head carefully. He didn't notice how close they were, as he was so focused on plucking the roses, not wanting to ruin any of its petals.
Hashirama was startled, but he stayed calm and let Madara pluck his roses.
Hashirama eyes wander around, landing Madara's face. He glance into Madara's Black eyes that reflect Hashirama. Madara's pale cheeks, and his sunken eyebags, it's endearing.
Though Hashirama think Madara need some rest, or more peaceful night. That poor man cannot sleep properly because of his mind and nightmares.
Hashirama then glance at Madara's lips. Deep muted pink, and a little bit cracked. The damn Uchiha must be dehydrated.
Hashirama chuckle again, not realizing he grows more white roses. Madara was confused as he was done plucking all of the roses, yet the moment he move, the white roses bloom again.
"Stupid senju, stop growing more roses!"
Madara grunts and look at Hashirama, as their eyes finally met. In that moment, Madara just realize how close they are, he could hear Hashirama's breathing.
Hashirama also didn't move, he was captivated in Madara's sharp glance. More white rosed bloom rapidly, covering Madara's hand.
"Hashirama?!"
Madara notice the rapid bloom of the white roses, he quickly move his hand, and move away from Hashirama.
"It's okay Madara. We'll find out why the white roses start blooming without extreme emotion."
Hashirama said calmly, as he pluck some of the white roses. Boy, what a lie. Hashirama know damn well what white roses mean.
Madara doesn't know what those white roses mean, but he is not stupid either.
Madara raise his eyebrows, confused but also intrigued. He was sure Hashirama only bloom white roses when he talk to Madara.
Was it nostalgia? But no, talking about what colors good on Hashirama, is not nostalgia.
Madara was hesitant.
Was it a crush thing? But Madara was sure Hashirama doesn't feel anything towards Madara.
But was it really the case here?
Madara's mind starts spiralling, he didn't want to get his hope up. But it's pretty obvious, isn't it? Hashirama only bloom white roses when he talk to Madara. And it always happen when they're being tad bit intimate.
Madara sighs and glances at Hashirama.
Hashirama smiles awkwardly, wishing Madara wouldnt think about it too much.
Madara sit down and pick his brush, as he continue brushing his hair by himself.
"Madara, i can help.."
Hashirama glance at Madara, trying to get his attention.
"It's fine. Thanks for helping me."
Madara continue brushing his hair, ignoring Hashirama in the background.
He didn't want to get his hopes up. Besides, Hashirama said he had a "Muse" already. Someone that Hashirama find beautiful, as beautiful as an art.
And Hashirama's type was...a woman who is - the total opposite of Madara. Except the "Not afraid to voice opinion", thing, Madara will tell anyone the truth without sugarcoating everything. Well he is rude while doing so, thus probably Hashirama hate him.
Madara know Hashirama is trying to talk to him, but his head was full with questions. Doubt, and pain. Madara continue brushing his hair while ignoring Hashidama. He wasn't in the mood to hear Hashirama's blabbering about his mysterious white roses.
"Madara-"
Hashirama pat Madara's shoulder, to get his attention.
"What is it?"
Madara give hashirama a side eye.
"Don't be angry, like i said i don't know about the white rose."
Hashirama mumbles as he play with his yukata sleeve.
"I'm not angry."
Madara place down his brush and glance at Hashirama.
"But i'm not dumb, Hashirama."
Madara stand up and fix his hair as he glance into the mirror.
Hashirama froze. Did Madara find out about Hashirama's feeling towards him? Is that why he is acting so cold and distant?
"I don't understand."
Hashirama says softly as he continue glancing at Madara.
"Me neither."
Madara glance at Hashirama.
"But i'm sure you know what those white roses meant."
Madara looks around and grab his uchiha shaped wallet.
"And i'd rather you said you don't want to talk about it, rather than lying about it."
Madara glance at Hashirama, his eyes pierce through Hashirama's eyes.
Truthfully, Madara didn't know why he is pissed. If the white roses meant crush, shouldn't Madara be happy? But the problem is, Madara didn't believe that he is Hashirama's crush.
Things don't add up to each other.