Red String of Fate

Chapter 13 - Tainted or Untainted?!

He finally reached his house and gently placed Hashirama on his feet, hanging the man's arm around his sturdy neck.

"We've arrived at my house, come on." Madara told Hashirama gently as he unlocked his door, slamming it behind them as they entered the quiet house.

Madara leaned Hashirama against the cool wall as he hastily took off his shoes, helping to take off Hashirama's along the way too.

As Madara placed their shoes at the front, Hashirama shifted away from the wooden wall and took one step forwards before face planting into the floorboards.

"Hey, careful." Madara sighed, catching Hashirama a second before the disaster took place.

After that he dragged the Senju upstairs with ease and forced him to brush his teeth with him, after Madara had finished brushing his teeth, he untied Hashirama's hair and helped him comb through it.

"How do you even take care of yourself when you're drunk?" Madara asked with concern, pushing Hashirama into his bedroom and closing the door behind them.

"Take off your clothes, let's get you some new ones." He said, walking over to his closet and choosing out a light green yukata. As Madara walked over to Hashirama with the yukata, he cursed the all-knowing God. Why else would he have a light green coloured yukata laid in his closet?

Hashirama sat down on the bed with his back facing Madara and lazily lifted his arms up, Madara saw this and smiled helplessly.

He chucked the green yukata on the side of the bed and undid the sash on Hashirama's red yukata with his long fingers.

As the cloth slipped off Hashirama's shoulders and fell onto the bed, revealing his smooth and lean masculine back. Due to Hashirama's extraordinary healing powers, all his battle scars and such were nowhere to be seen, some would even say that he'd never been in a fight before just from first glance.

Madara went to get a cold towel before gently wiping Hashirama's warm back. Not trusting himself to wipe off the front, he proceeded to dress the Senju in the light green yukata.

However, the yukata was too big for the man so Madara attempted to tie up the dark green sash so that the clothes were guaranteed to stay on.

"No-" Hashirama complained. "Too hot."

"Fine." Madara gave up with pursed lips and scratched his head with tire.

"Go to bed, I'll sleep on the sofa." Madara informed the other, chucking Hashirama's original clothes to the side of the room.

"Don't leave me." Hashirama suddenly yanked Madara's sleeve with an iron grip, staring at him with a pleading gaze.

Madara saw this and admitted defeat once again, damn Hashirama and his puppy-dog eyes.

Madara climbed onto his comfortable bed and tucked the two of them in before finally turning off the lights.

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Hashirama's long eyelashes fluttered as he slowly opened his eyelids, his dark brown eyes shined brightly as they adjusted to the sunlight that peered through the window.

"Good morning, Hashirama." Madara greeted with a soft smile, he laid on his side and had his chin resting on his hand. Hashirama who'd just woken up was about to return the smile and say 'good morning' back, until he suddenly realised the situation they were in.

Hashirama immediately sat up and felt the bedsheets slip off him and stared at Madara with big, wide eyes.

"Ahh!" Hashirama yelled noisily as he quickly grabbed his open yukata, tightening it around him like his life depended on it.