(Hashimada) The Adventures of a Hedgehog and Some Idiots

12: Hashiclones

Madara woke in the middle of the night from something he had sensed. He carefully got up, trying not to alert Hashirama, and looked around the room. He used his fire style as a torch; after scanning the whole room and finding nothing, he checked outside of the room. To his surprise, Hashirama - or rather, his wood clone - was standing across from their room.

"Damn you, you reckless fool! Stop wasting your chakra, I told you I could stand guard!" Madara whispered aggressively to the clone.

The clone replied, "Sorry, the big man himself asked me to do this. . . There's not much I can do. I've got a good thing going here, wouldn't want him to let me go. I have a family, after all."

Madara blinked in surprise at the clone's individuality. After a moment of shocked silence, he finally willed himself to respond. "You do realize that you are a clone of him, right?" He stiffened suspiciously, "Unless you are not who you appear to be. . ."

The clone started to sweat nervously. "Wha-! What do you mean? I'm just doing what the guy that looked like me told me to do, okay? Now I'm all confused!"

Madara laughed, "It seems that my worrying is in vain. . . That is exactly how Hashirama would have responded. You truly are just as dense as your original."

"Hey! At least I don't look like a hedgehog!"

"Damn you!" Madara punched the clone so hard that he fell to the ground and poofed.

Madara returned his attention to his worries - was it simply the clone that had woken him up, or was there something else present? He stayed still and closed his eyes, trying to sense anything that could be hiding nearby. It appeared that there was nothing. . . He glanced around one final time, then stepped back into the room. He scanned the room again, as well, to make sure no one had snuck in - again, there was nothing. . . Except for a barely awake Hashirama, who was now sitting up in bed.

Hashirama yawned and stretched. "You could've been nicer to Hashi-rana, you know. . ."

"You named your own damn clone?!?" Madara glared down at the Senju. He was standing at the foot of the bed - Hashirama was still sitting up in the bed.

Hashirama laughed, then explained, "Yeah, obviously they all have names, there's Hashi-rana, Hashi-mara, Hashi-sama, Hashi-"

"Okay, I get the idea!" Madara interrupted, but Hashirama continued.

". . . Hashi-yama, Hashi-dashi. . . Oh yeah, and Saburo, and-"

"Every time that I think I have seen the extent of your idiocy, you somehow manage to add to it. . ." Madara shook his head disapprovingly.

"Hey! I wasn't the one who was mean to Hashi-rana for no reason," he pouted. "I mean, what did he do to you?"

"YOU FOOL, HE IS A CLONE! AND BESIDES, YOU ARE WASTING YOUR DAMN CHAKRA!!"