Romeo and Juliet (MadaraxHashirama) Ch1
Romeo and Juliet (MadaraxHashirama)
Chapter 1
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What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
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Every year the Senju clan make a special festival for the New Year. They bear in their hearts that the gods will grant them a better year than the previous one, with less suffering of the constant war with other clans, bringing more death and pain and turmoil within their village. In the grand hall, the floor covered with spacious tatami mats and low oak table were set in row banquettes, for the guests. Butsuma Senju sat down crossed legged across the banquettes, sitting down in the middle looking regal but relaxed with his hands on his thighs, and his elbow propped high. The guests clanked their cups with sake and filled their stomachs with the delicious food. Some entertainers walked in the middle wearing masks of ogres and demons with grotesque features of crooked noses and horns on their forehead. They waved their fans and danced, making the guests laugh when one stretched his leg out to make the other fall flat on his face. The hall was filled with cheer and cracking laughter, buzzing of people talking and a lively atmosphere brightened the air like the lanterns did in the dark, while hanging from the sledge of the roofs. A particular figure, however, didn’t seem to be interested in joining the bustling night, but rather kept to himself. The man sat by himself in the dark; his torso peaked behind the collar of his white kimono and his long brown hair flowed down over his shoulders, but his handsome features was damped with a gloomy expression. The celebration was an excellent idea when the elders had made council and proposed to his father about it, to lighten the morale of their people, and to give them refreshed and brighter expectations for the year to come, however it did not ail his heavy heart. No matter what they do, there will be another war, another endless stretched period of deserted battlefield, leaving just the bodies scattered with open wounds to be fed by crows. He shivered outwardly as he though this, his bamboo strapped sandals strode further away from the household, the noises gradually faded as he disappeared into the woods.
In the forest, two men entangled to get through the wilderness. One who was walking in a quick pace and followed by a younger man trying to catch up with him.
‘I think we shouldn’t be wandering around here all alone in the forest, it is too dangerous’
The man groaned and ignored him as he continued to walk ‘It’s still very early, I’m sure we can enjoy ourselves a little’
‘Do you realize that we are approaching our enemy’s territory?’ he muttered in hope that the other male would listen to reason.
‘Even if we mingled amongst them, they wouldn’t pay mind to us. They are too busy celebrating and getting drunk. As long as we avoid stumbling with patrollers we should be fine’
The second man remained silent and just followed, he knew that his older brother had plans to crash the party until the dawn, he took thrill from the prospect. It was very daring to do, if they were caught, they knew that death will surely to follow, but it didn’t stop him from going for the catch. However there were forces beyond humans that threatened the safety of the two. The man turned around to mock his younger brother’s overly cautious nature, only not to find him there. He was puzzled looking around, but the other male was nowhere in sight. The man decided to trace back his steps, and walked from the same path that they had come.
He pushed aside branches shrubs that blocked his pathway, when he caught a fleeting image of a person sitting on the bank of a river. Long bangs waved as the figure crouched in a squatting position, hugging the knees. He couldn’t tell at once, if it was a man or a woman.
‘Are you lost?’ The man asked, cocking his head to the side
The figure turned his head, a look of surprise flashed into sorrowful eyes. He shook his head
‘No I was just sitting alone thinking, somehow watching the flow of the river makes me feel like it can wash these uneasy feelings with it. ’
‘I do that too sometimes’ he admitted scratching the back of his head
The brown haired man smiled warmly, and his spirits seemed to have lifted a little. He took a little confidence and sat by his side.
‘I am Madara’ he blurted out, since he was aware that they haven’t introduced themselves yet,
‘My name is Hashirama, it’s a pleasure to meet you’ the other male responded
As an unspoken rule, they could not reveal their surnames, because doing so would set their clans in dangers.
‘I assume that there’s something troubling you?’ Madara asked
‘Yes, it’s because of the constant war’ Hashirama responded curtly, Madara nodded knowingly
‘I understand, I lost many relatives because of it, including four of my siblings, I only have one younger brother left’
‘I recently lost a brother as well, he died at the young age of seven, he will never grow up to enjoy the pleasures of adult lives; such as the risky ventures of drinking or the touch of a lover’s soft kiss’
‘Then we shall, indulge the drinking for his sake’ Madara leaned forward and touched his face ‘and consume the pleasure of a tender kiss’
The two men leaned towards each other until their noses almost touched. Hesitantly they pressed their lips with each other, with a trembling hand, Hashirama stretched his arm to reach on to Madara’s shoulder.
They both gained a little confidence, Madara ardently pushed forward as he kissed him, as though he wanted to indulge him whole. Hashirama ran his hand through the other male’s black thick hair, responding fervently with his own lips. It was crazy ecstatic moment that both lost themselves into. It was only when Hashirama pulled back, that the spell seemed to break, and both men realized what just happened.
The brown haired man might have considered himself abhorred that a total stranger had kissed him, but he felt content and warm. There was something indescribably linked with each other, which he could not name. It was an intimate communication between two people. Madara didn’t regret that he unexpectedly stumbled cross this place, especially because he found this man; someone who could understand his pain and troubles.
Out of the bushes, Madara’s younger brother appeared, his eyes were wild, his cheeks red and panting out of breathe.
‘Madara we need to go…NOW!’ he said with a tone of urgency as he grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him. Madara reluctantly sat up as he was being forcefully pushed
‘Izuna, I can’t just leave like that without even saying goodbye’ he protested, he stumbled his steps trying to follow his brother’s steps, feeling lost and disoriented
‘No time to explain now, I will tell you later’ Izuna carried on until it they were safety out of the territory of the Senju-clan.
‘What’s with you all of a sudden? First you disappeared without warning and then you just appeared out of the blue, looking like someone was running after you’
Izuna rested his palms over his thighs, catching his breath, then he shot a stern look at his brother ‘I was chased by some shinobi of the Senju clan’ he explained
‘Still, doesn’t seem right that you made me leave so abruptly while I was in the company of another person’ Madara replied indignantly as he placed his hands on his hips
‘That man is no other then Hashirama Senju’ Izuna’s words flashed and dazed him, he felt as though he had been hit in the back of his head and came to his senses. His lips gaped in awe, mesmerized, he watched his younger brother unblinking
‘Are you absolutely sure of that?’ he rasped trying to control his voice
‘Yes, he is Bustuma’s Senju’s son, the leader of our mortal enemies, what were you doing with him anyway? Did you reveal your surname to them?’ Izuna frowned and crossed his arms, knowing his older brother was looking for trouble, but this time he had gone too far.
‘No, neither of us knew of each other’s identity’ the black haired man looked confused and shocked, the worst of his transgression was that he had kissed the very enemy he should hate.
‘Well then we should be safe’ Izuna replied, sounding relieved.
No matter how much he tried to think of him that way, his feelings towards him didn’t change. He placed a hand over his chest, with a flaming sensation that threatened to burn him whole.
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Hashirama wondered what had happened that made his friend drag him so anxiously. The brown haired man was about to head his way back to his house when he saw a familiar looking group, standing upfront was a pale skinned man with hair that were silver as the light of the moon.
‘What’s wrong?’ Hashirama asked as he approached his younger brother
‘There were Uchiha dogs roaming around the area’ he replied in a disgusted look. The older Senju blinked surprised in hearing of this news
‘Have you been long out here brother? It’s not safe’ the silver haired man continued
‘Tobirama, I have been here for quite some time, if there was any danger, I would have noticed right away, did anyone see how these trespassers looked like?’
‘It is very dark to see them well, but Toka had reported to me that she spotted two men that didn’t belong here, from what she could observe is that they had wild black hair and wearing dark blue kimono’’
It took him a moment before the realization dawned upon him like rolling stones. The man that he had talked to earlier, might have been one of the Uchihas. He started to feel sick with dread and his muscle tensed. The fact that his premonition feels more real then he actually wanted to be, the older Uchiha turned his step and continued walking without a word.
‘Where are you going?’ Tobirama turned his head as he watched him walk away, puzzled at his strange and sudden behaviour.
Hashirama paid no mind and just walked, he felt torn upon knowing this terrible truth that destroyed the delicate heart-warming feeling between the two of them. The grotesque irony, that he had kissed the very man whose clan had killed so many of his relatives and people. He wanted to picture them as, cruel ill-faced people who would stoop to nothing to get what they want, but he knew this was a lie. From the little time that they spend together, and despite his coarse demeanor he knew that the Uchiha was kind and caring . It pained him so much to think that he is an enemy whom he should despise.
Despite the incident with the trespassers, the celebration went on well deep within the night, until everyone was stuffed and drunk, passed out as they lay on the floor, some on the stairs and others in the garden. Hashirama tried sleep and retreated to his room early, but sleep could not withhold. He wanted to see him so badly, he wanted to confirm whether, what he had just discovered was true or not. In the early morning he put on a coat over his yukata, and wondered aimlessly at the vast Japanese garden, cultivated in the courtyard of their household. He spotted someone in the shadows, alarmed the Senju walked closer to verify what he saw. Madara appeared in sight from behind a tree. Hashirama felt happy that he was there, but at the same time he was wrecked with uneasiness
‘What are you doing here? You could be in trouble if they find you’
‘So it’s true, you are my mortal enemy from the Senju-clan ’ Madara spoke sourly
‘”You are right, as well I know that you are from the Uchiha-clan’ Hashirama confirmed sadly
Madara bitterly sucked on his lower lip ‘I enjoyed your company, however short it was. I came here just to confirm my discovery, but I bitterly have to announce that we cannot see each other anymore’
‘It doesn’t change anything, even if we pretend that it never happened, Madara, I finally thought I could find someone I could talk to, someone who would understands and doesn’t think that I’m a fool’
‘That meeting of ours will only bring more pain to the ones we loved’
‘Still I cannot just let you go like that, surely there must be some way where we can still be together, we can do so by being discreet’ no matter how much he hated to admit it, Hashirama knew that he was right, but he still refused to destroy the bud of their relationship
The Uchiha stood silent for a moment, looking down at the ground then lifted his eyes and looked at him. He didn’t want to let him go, even if that means to go against his own reasoning. Before he could react, Hashirama stepped forward, grabbing onto his yukata and kissed him. Madara was stumped but he felt melting into his lover’s kiss, he wrapped his arms around the Senju. In the darkness of that night, the two consummated their love.
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Chapter 1
xxx
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
xxx
Every year the Senju clan make a special festival for the New Year. They bear in their hearts that the gods will grant them a better year than the previous one, with less suffering of the constant war with other clans, bringing more death and pain and turmoil within their village. In the grand hall, the floor covered with spacious tatami mats and low oak table were set in row banquettes, for the guests. Butsuma Senju sat down crossed legged across the banquettes, sitting down in the middle looking regal but relaxed with his hands on his thighs, and his elbow propped high. The guests clanked their cups with sake and filled their stomachs with the delicious food. Some entertainers walked in the middle wearing masks of ogres and demons with grotesque features of crooked noses and horns on their forehead. They waved their fans and danced, making the guests laugh when one stretched his leg out to make the other fall flat on his face. The hall was filled with cheer and cracking laughter, buzzing of people talking and a lively atmosphere brightened the air like the lanterns did in the dark, while hanging from the sledge of the roofs. A particular figure, however, didn’t seem to be interested in joining the bustling night, but rather kept to himself. The man sat by himself in the dark; his torso peaked behind the collar of his white kimono and his long brown hair flowed down over his shoulders, but his handsome features was damped with a gloomy expression. The celebration was an excellent idea when the elders had made council and proposed to his father about it, to lighten the morale of their people, and to give them refreshed and brighter expectations for the year to come, however it did not ail his heavy heart. No matter what they do, there will be another war, another endless stretched period of deserted battlefield, leaving just the bodies scattered with open wounds to be fed by crows. He shivered outwardly as he though this, his bamboo strapped sandals strode further away from the household, the noises gradually faded as he disappeared into the woods.
In the forest, two men entangled to get through the wilderness. One who was walking in a quick pace and followed by a younger man trying to catch up with him.
‘I think we shouldn’t be wandering around here all alone in the forest, it is too dangerous’
The man groaned and ignored him as he continued to walk ‘It’s still very early, I’m sure we can enjoy ourselves a little’
‘Do you realize that we are approaching our enemy’s territory?’ he muttered in hope that the other male would listen to reason.
‘Even if we mingled amongst them, they wouldn’t pay mind to us. They are too busy celebrating and getting drunk. As long as we avoid stumbling with patrollers we should be fine’
The second man remained silent and just followed, he knew that his older brother had plans to crash the party until the dawn, he took thrill from the prospect. It was very daring to do, if they were caught, they knew that death will surely to follow, but it didn’t stop him from going for the catch. However there were forces beyond humans that threatened the safety of the two. The man turned around to mock his younger brother’s overly cautious nature, only not to find him there. He was puzzled looking around, but the other male was nowhere in sight. The man decided to trace back his steps, and walked from the same path that they had come.
He pushed aside branches shrubs that blocked his pathway, when he caught a fleeting image of a person sitting on the bank of a river. Long bangs waved as the figure crouched in a squatting position, hugging the knees. He couldn’t tell at once, if it was a man or a woman.
‘Are you lost?’ The man asked, cocking his head to the side
The figure turned his head, a look of surprise flashed into sorrowful eyes. He shook his head
‘No I was just sitting alone thinking, somehow watching the flow of the river makes me feel like it can wash these uneasy feelings with it. ’
‘I do that too sometimes’ he admitted scratching the back of his head
The brown haired man smiled warmly, and his spirits seemed to have lifted a little. He took a little confidence and sat by his side.
‘I am Madara’ he blurted out, since he was aware that they haven’t introduced themselves yet,
‘My name is Hashirama, it’s a pleasure to meet you’ the other male responded
As an unspoken rule, they could not reveal their surnames, because doing so would set their clans in dangers.
‘I assume that there’s something troubling you?’ Madara asked
‘Yes, it’s because of the constant war’ Hashirama responded curtly, Madara nodded knowingly
‘I understand, I lost many relatives because of it, including four of my siblings, I only have one younger brother left’
‘I recently lost a brother as well, he died at the young age of seven, he will never grow up to enjoy the pleasures of adult lives; such as the risky ventures of drinking or the touch of a lover’s soft kiss’
‘Then we shall, indulge the drinking for his sake’ Madara leaned forward and touched his face ‘and consume the pleasure of a tender kiss’
The two men leaned towards each other until their noses almost touched. Hesitantly they pressed their lips with each other, with a trembling hand, Hashirama stretched his arm to reach on to Madara’s shoulder.
They both gained a little confidence, Madara ardently pushed forward as he kissed him, as though he wanted to indulge him whole. Hashirama ran his hand through the other male’s black thick hair, responding fervently with his own lips. It was crazy ecstatic moment that both lost themselves into. It was only when Hashirama pulled back, that the spell seemed to break, and both men realized what just happened.
The brown haired man might have considered himself abhorred that a total stranger had kissed him, but he felt content and warm. There was something indescribably linked with each other, which he could not name. It was an intimate communication between two people. Madara didn’t regret that he unexpectedly stumbled cross this place, especially because he found this man; someone who could understand his pain and troubles.
Out of the bushes, Madara’s younger brother appeared, his eyes were wild, his cheeks red and panting out of breathe.
‘Madara we need to go…NOW!’ he said with a tone of urgency as he grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him. Madara reluctantly sat up as he was being forcefully pushed
‘Izuna, I can’t just leave like that without even saying goodbye’ he protested, he stumbled his steps trying to follow his brother’s steps, feeling lost and disoriented
‘No time to explain now, I will tell you later’ Izuna carried on until it they were safety out of the territory of the Senju-clan.
‘What’s with you all of a sudden? First you disappeared without warning and then you just appeared out of the blue, looking like someone was running after you’
Izuna rested his palms over his thighs, catching his breath, then he shot a stern look at his brother ‘I was chased by some shinobi of the Senju clan’ he explained
‘Still, doesn’t seem right that you made me leave so abruptly while I was in the company of another person’ Madara replied indignantly as he placed his hands on his hips
‘That man is no other then Hashirama Senju’ Izuna’s words flashed and dazed him, he felt as though he had been hit in the back of his head and came to his senses. His lips gaped in awe, mesmerized, he watched his younger brother unblinking
‘Are you absolutely sure of that?’ he rasped trying to control his voice
‘Yes, he is Bustuma’s Senju’s son, the leader of our mortal enemies, what were you doing with him anyway? Did you reveal your surname to them?’ Izuna frowned and crossed his arms, knowing his older brother was looking for trouble, but this time he had gone too far.
‘No, neither of us knew of each other’s identity’ the black haired man looked confused and shocked, the worst of his transgression was that he had kissed the very enemy he should hate.
‘Well then we should be safe’ Izuna replied, sounding relieved.
No matter how much he tried to think of him that way, his feelings towards him didn’t change. He placed a hand over his chest, with a flaming sensation that threatened to burn him whole.
Xxx
Hashirama wondered what had happened that made his friend drag him so anxiously. The brown haired man was about to head his way back to his house when he saw a familiar looking group, standing upfront was a pale skinned man with hair that were silver as the light of the moon.
‘What’s wrong?’ Hashirama asked as he approached his younger brother
‘There were Uchiha dogs roaming around the area’ he replied in a disgusted look. The older Senju blinked surprised in hearing of this news
‘Have you been long out here brother? It’s not safe’ the silver haired man continued
‘Tobirama, I have been here for quite some time, if there was any danger, I would have noticed right away, did anyone see how these trespassers looked like?’
‘It is very dark to see them well, but Toka had reported to me that she spotted two men that didn’t belong here, from what she could observe is that they had wild black hair and wearing dark blue kimono’’
It took him a moment before the realization dawned upon him like rolling stones. The man that he had talked to earlier, might have been one of the Uchihas. He started to feel sick with dread and his muscle tensed. The fact that his premonition feels more real then he actually wanted to be, the older Uchiha turned his step and continued walking without a word.
‘Where are you going?’ Tobirama turned his head as he watched him walk away, puzzled at his strange and sudden behaviour.
Hashirama paid no mind and just walked, he felt torn upon knowing this terrible truth that destroyed the delicate heart-warming feeling between the two of them. The grotesque irony, that he had kissed the very man whose clan had killed so many of his relatives and people. He wanted to picture them as, cruel ill-faced people who would stoop to nothing to get what they want, but he knew this was a lie. From the little time that they spend together, and despite his coarse demeanor he knew that the Uchiha was kind and caring . It pained him so much to think that he is an enemy whom he should despise.
Despite the incident with the trespassers, the celebration went on well deep within the night, until everyone was stuffed and drunk, passed out as they lay on the floor, some on the stairs and others in the garden. Hashirama tried sleep and retreated to his room early, but sleep could not withhold. He wanted to see him so badly, he wanted to confirm whether, what he had just discovered was true or not. In the early morning he put on a coat over his yukata, and wondered aimlessly at the vast Japanese garden, cultivated in the courtyard of their household. He spotted someone in the shadows, alarmed the Senju walked closer to verify what he saw. Madara appeared in sight from behind a tree. Hashirama felt happy that he was there, but at the same time he was wrecked with uneasiness
‘What are you doing here? You could be in trouble if they find you’
‘So it’s true, you are my mortal enemy from the Senju-clan ’ Madara spoke sourly
‘”You are right, as well I know that you are from the Uchiha-clan’ Hashirama confirmed sadly
Madara bitterly sucked on his lower lip ‘I enjoyed your company, however short it was. I came here just to confirm my discovery, but I bitterly have to announce that we cannot see each other anymore’
‘It doesn’t change anything, even if we pretend that it never happened, Madara, I finally thought I could find someone I could talk to, someone who would understands and doesn’t think that I’m a fool’
‘That meeting of ours will only bring more pain to the ones we loved’
‘Still I cannot just let you go like that, surely there must be some way where we can still be together, we can do so by being discreet’ no matter how much he hated to admit it, Hashirama knew that he was right, but he still refused to destroy the bud of their relationship
The Uchiha stood silent for a moment, looking down at the ground then lifted his eyes and looked at him. He didn’t want to let him go, even if that means to go against his own reasoning. Before he could react, Hashirama stepped forward, grabbing onto his yukata and kissed him. Madara was stumped but he felt melting into his lover’s kiss, he wrapped his arms around the Senju. In the darkness of that night, the two consummated their love.
Xxx