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Pairing: Hashirama/Madara
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Romance/angst
Count: 596
Summery: The decision that Madara made when he left the village was considered as act of betrayal, despite that he appears might seem like a traitor to Konoha, little do they know what was his real relationship with the first Hokage.
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Madara found himself trapped in between Hokage's body and the desk. The wood-user brushed the Uchiha's bruised lip with his thumb and clenched the rest of his fingers under his chim, holding firmly in a way that he could not pull back. Despite his immobility, Madara gazed intently at him, his eyes were like black holes, so mysterious and intense that often Hashirama wondered if he would be engulfed into them if he stared for too long.The Uchiha's eyebrows furrowed and wore a stern and defiant look upon his face, even though he had a split on the side of his lips and his left cheek was red which will soon became cogulated blood and turn purple. 'You should know better' Hashirama said in a low and firm voice as he leaned forward so close that their noses were almost touching 'tsk you know I should be able to do it without a problem!' the Uchiha spatted annoyed 'they were getting on my nerves, I cannot just let them be after they trample over my honour!' he roared, but trying to keep his voice in a level, trying to control his anger, 'you know that you shouldn't give in so easily into other people's provocations'as if to reaffirm his own statemenet the Senju pressed slightly on the angry circle that marked his cheek, Madara winced to the stingy pain and instinctively closed his left eye but he snarled, showing his perfect white molars grinding with each other. 'Going wild like that won't help you' Hashirama spoke in an assertive voice, he had his way with words and the way he spoke which was one of the things made him a good leader, he had the smarts and charms and he knew how to use them. 'domineering bastard' Madara muttered angrily under his breathe, reminding to himself how much he hated that smirk and his high-horse attitude, it irritated him to no end. He was going to throw another curse in his way when the Hokage planted a kiss on Madara's lips, and quickly that annoyance he felt towards Hashirama melted away like a a burned out flame to wax.
Madara knew that the feeling he built over the years were a storm of emotions that mingled together into a chaotic flare; hate, jealousy, bitterness, resentment, admiration, irritation and love.
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It all started when the two clans clashed together in an endless war and conflict. These clans were rival for many decades and either side were growing increasingly tired of fighting, even though at first their reasons were bound by expanding their resources, power and land but they fought for so long that they eventually forgot all the reasons why they were fighting in the first place, and the only thing that was left was resided to hate. Hashirama Senju was a fair leader and a good shinobi of the Senju clan, equally rivaled by his counterpart, Marada Uchiha. The last battlefield had ended over four years, both restlessly exasperating their manpower to match equally with their rivals. Both the Senju and the Uchiha had incredible chakra as well as talented shinobi, unique only to their clans, the elder council of the Senju clan started to voice their anxiety about the wastefulness of this war, with no meaning and no end. The old men repeatedly advised Hashirama on this matter during the clan's meetings and he knew he had to take action. The wood-user knew it was going to be long and difficult task, even if it just meant to be face to face with his old time rival, Madara. One night he sat down in his room, he crossed his legs and pulled out an empty scroll, with a feather pen he inked a message to the Uchiha leader, inviting him to meet him alone on the day after tomorrow at the hour of the hare. The flare of the candle flickered as he wrote down the Hiragana letters neatly in vertical manner, hoping that his letter won't fall on deaf ears.
The meeting that Hashirama chose for their meeting place was the valley of Ikagawa, later it was more popularly known as the valley of the end.
***
The following days Madara received the letter by a ninja from the Senju clan who acted as a messenger on behalf of his leader. Madara read carefully the letter and decided to accept the invitation, despite that his most trusted subordinates advised him otherwise. He sat down on the doorway of the slide door looking out at the courtyard and thought how long it had been since the two met up together except during the battle. He remembered as children they played together when they weren't training or on missions, even then they challenged each other with child's play, their relationship had always been a rival one from the start. Madara snickered to himself at the thought and even felt slightly nostalgic, though he was interrupted when one of his men
Pairing: Hashirama/Madara
Fandom: Naruto
Theme: Romance/angst
Count: 596
Summery: The decision that Madara made when he left the village was considered as act of betrayal, despite that he appears might seem like a traitor to Konoha, little do they know what was his real relationship with the first Hokage.
****
Madara found himself trapped in between Hokage's body and the desk. The wood-user brushed the Uchiha's bruised lip with his thumb and clenched the rest of his fingers under his chim, holding firmly in a way that he could not pull back. Despite his immobility, Madara gazed intently at him, his eyes were like black holes, so mysterious and intense that often Hashirama wondered if he would be engulfed into them if he stared for too long.The Uchiha's eyebrows furrowed and wore a stern and defiant look upon his face, even though he had a split on the side of his lips and his left cheek was red which will soon became cogulated blood and turn purple. 'You should know better' Hashirama said in a low and firm voice as he leaned forward so close that their noses were almost touching 'tsk you know I should be able to do it without a problem!' the Uchiha spatted annoyed 'they were getting on my nerves, I cannot just let them be after they trample over my honour!' he roared, but trying to keep his voice in a level, trying to control his anger, 'you know that you shouldn't give in so easily into other people's provocations'as if to reaffirm his own statemenet the Senju pressed slightly on the angry circle that marked his cheek, Madara winced to the stingy pain and instinctively closed his left eye but he snarled, showing his perfect white molars grinding with each other. 'Going wild like that won't help you' Hashirama spoke in an assertive voice, he had his way with words and the way he spoke which was one of the things made him a good leader, he had the smarts and charms and he knew how to use them. 'domineering bastard' Madara muttered angrily under his breathe, reminding to himself how much he hated that smirk and his high-horse attitude, it irritated him to no end. He was going to throw another curse in his way when the Hokage planted a kiss on Madara's lips, and quickly that annoyance he felt towards Hashirama melted away like a a burned out flame to wax.
Madara knew that the feeling he built over the years were a storm of emotions that mingled together into a chaotic flare; hate, jealousy, bitterness, resentment, admiration, irritation and love.
***
It all started when the two clans clashed together in an endless war and conflict. These clans were rival for many decades and either side were growing increasingly tired of fighting, even though at first their reasons were bound by expanding their resources, power and land but they fought for so long that they eventually forgot all the reasons why they were fighting in the first place, and the only thing that was left was resided to hate. Hashirama Senju was a fair leader and a good shinobi of the Senju clan, equally rivaled by his counterpart, Marada Uchiha. The last battlefield had ended over four years, both restlessly exasperating their manpower to match equally with their rivals. Both the Senju and the Uchiha had incredible chakra as well as talented shinobi, unique only to their clans, the elder council of the Senju clan started to voice their anxiety about the wastefulness of this war, with no meaning and no end. The old men repeatedly advised Hashirama on this matter during the clan's meetings and he knew he had to take action. The wood-user knew it was going to be long and difficult task, even if it just meant to be face to face with his old time rival, Madara. One night he sat down in his room, he crossed his legs and pulled out an empty scroll, with a feather pen he inked a message to the Uchiha leader, inviting him to meet him alone on the day after tomorrow at the hour of the hare. The flare of the candle flickered as he wrote down the Hiragana letters neatly in vertical manner, hoping that his letter won't fall on deaf ears.
The meeting that Hashirama chose for their meeting place was the valley of Ikagawa, later it was more popularly known as the valley of the end.
***
The following days Madara received the letter by a ninja from the Senju clan who acted as a messenger on behalf of his leader. Madara read carefully the letter and decided to accept the invitation, despite that his most trusted subordinates advised him otherwise. He sat down on the doorway of the slide door looking out at the courtyard and thought how long it had been since the two met up together except during the battle. He remembered as children they played together when they weren't training or on missions, even then they challenged each other with child's play, their relationship had always been a rival one from the start. Madara snickered to himself at the thought and even felt slightly nostalgic, though he was interrupted when one of his men