Blood Lust

Chapter 40

At some point, Hashirama and Madara's arguing had finally subsided into silence and they could all finally get some sleep. It had lasted an unbearable amount of time. The other two kept themselves locked in the much smaller room most of the night to avoid getting caught in the line of fire. Izuna was first to peak his head out of the door into the area Hashirama and Madara were in. They had their heads resting on the table, sleeping soundly as if they hadn't spent the night bickering.

The moment Izuna crept out of the room, Madara's head shot up. His sleepy face seemed sweet at first, clearly not remembering where he was in that exact moment. When looked across from him at Hashirama, a pout emerged.

"Ugh, I still have to spend another night in this damn place with you!" Madara growled, kicking Hashirama awake.

The brunette raised up with a scowl.

"You're such a prick!" Hashirama snapped, kicking him back.

At this point, both Izuna and Tobirama had fully emerged from the other room. Their hope for peace and quiet was quickly diminished. They were already yearning to go back into the safety of the small room.

"You two need to calm down!" Izuna demanded. "I will go crazy if I have to listen to another minute of arguing!"

The bickering pair simply rolled their eyes.

"Are we ruining your post-sex good mood?" Madara mocked.

"Clearly you need it, too!" Izuna retorted.

Hashirama slammed his hands on the table, "Madara is the only one of us who recently got laid because he had sex with my brother! And when he fucked me, I never got to finish because he started crying out of shame!"

Madara was now out of his chair, leaning across the table to get in Hashirama's face.

"At least I had enough heart to actually feel shame!" Madara argued. "You had no problem exchanging googly eyes with that harlot right in front of me!"

"Well, at least she never held me captive!" Hashirama shouted.

"We are currently locked in a fucking basement, Hashirama!" Madara shouted back.

"But I can actually leave once that damn woman shows up!"

"So what you're saying is that you want to leave me?" Madara snarled. His eyes were a violent, blood-red color now. The wooden table underneath his palms was creating smoke from the heat radiating from his hands.

Hashirama was silent for a second, making Madara's blood boil even hotter.

"I'm going to the other room," Hashirama huffed, pushing himself out of his chair. He stomped to the smaller room, slamming the door shut behind him.

At this point, Izuna was at the top of the narrow stairs trying to break open the door to the upper floor.

"Izuna, what are you doing?" Tobirama questioned, taking a few steps up the stairs to get closer to him.

"I'll take my chances with the scary women!" Izuna whined. "I can't stay in here another day with these two!"

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Another night and day had passed, and it was finally time for Rin to arrive. The timing couldn't have been better because the men were at their wits' end with each other. Leaving the small, confined space was a relief to each of them. It didn't even matter if swords were aimed at them as they took their seats at the table. They were far too busy cutting glares at each other to care.

"You all look quite chipper," Mito teased, taking a seat at the head of the table. "Rough night?"

"Let's just get on with this so we can leave," Madara muttered.