Dreamless Sleep (Hashimada)

[1] Remembrance

The trees danced to a soft breeze, the leaves slowly falling as a colder season was approaching rapidly. A river flowed lazily, the water still as can be. It was like a painting, a reflection of whatever was around. Until, ripples tore through the painting.

A rock was skipped across the water, leaping across the water smoothly. It almost crossed the other side, but its momentum fell short, and the rock plunged to the bottom. A loud groan came from the other side of the stream, as the voices owner fell in annoyance.

"I can't seem to get it right. Damn it all!" a low voice cursed. As he was about to stand, he heard a small sniffle to his right. His head perked up quickly.

'I thought I was alone' he thought, standing up slowly. He kept a rock in his hand, just in case. Slowly the boy came up on the source of the sound, and saw a boy about his age curled in a little ball.

The other boy must've sensed his presence, because he tensed up and stopped sniffling. The boy behind the tree tensed too.

Neither of them spoke, but felt each other waiting for the silence to be broken. The raven haired boy stepped from behind the tree.

"Why are you crying in the middle of the forest...do you want to get yourself killed?" he huffed, stopping right behind the boy. He had short brown hair, in a very strange cut. The raven had to look away to not insult him. They just met.

The other boy turned around, his cheeks flushed and dry from old tears. He looked to the side, embarrassed. "I...I wasn't crying!" he said a little louder than nessacary, rubbing his eyes. The other boys eye twitched after he said this.

"What do you mean "Not crying" I literally heard you!" he shouted, making the other flinch and put his head down in a depressed manner. This only irked the raven more.

In frustration, he took the rock he still had in his hands and skipped it smoothly on the water. It only went two times, since he threw too hard, and fell to the bottom.

The brown haired boy watched his movements, gasping softly at the way he threw the rock. It was a smooth flick of his wrist...almost like....

"Shuriken..." he mumbled out loud, making the other turn his head.

"What was that?" he asked, folding his arms over his chest. The brown haired boy shook his head, waving his hand to dismiss the question. He picked up a rock of his own, skipping it across the water.

It hit the other bank with a satisfying 'click' at it hit the other rocks. He smiled but then turned to see the other boys face. He wasn't happy.

"What the hell?! How did you do that so easily! And smiling like that, I have every right to throw you in the water bastard!" he grunted, walking over to a now cowering boy. He ran, causing the black haired boy to now run after him. Laughs filled the air as they chased each other, suddenly a loud splash inntuuped them.

Their heads turned quickly to see a man floating in the stream, clearly unconscious. The brown haired boy quickly turned and ran to the water, standing on top of it. It was now the other boys turn to be shocked. He stepped forward, looking from the injured man to the boy.

"So...you are a shinobi" he said, loud enough so the other would hear. He turned around, flashing a smile.

"I am- oh...right. We've been here all afternoon and I still don't know your name" he chuckled, putting the mans arm around his neck.

The other boy just watched, then sighed. He turned away, starting to walk the other way.

"You're leaving without telling me?! Fine, I'm Hashirama!" he shouted, watching as the raven retreated.

Barley out of earshot, he called

"Its Madara"

And thats how the friendship started.

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Word count:

657

Not much to say here, just needed a good intro.