𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔢 & ωαтєя

Old Friends

It's been three weeks since the dinner party, and Mito still rants and raves to Hashirama about Tobirama breaking her wrist. "To be fair, Mito, I'm surprised he didn't do worse!" Mito looks over with a raised eyebrow, "What do you mean worse?" Hashirama looked over at his wife with a rather stern look, a look she's never been given before, "You damn near almost destroyed my friendship with Madara! You kept going after Mochizuki as if she planned to assassinate all of us at the table! Be glad all Tobi did was break your wrist!" Hashirama shouts, and before Mito can speak, Hashirama interrupts her, "Don't give me any of your excuses! What you did was out of line! The audacity you had, Mito! Be lucky Tobi was the one who dragged you out and broke your wrist! Why I'd do much worse, and I'm your husband!"
Hashirama sticks a finger in her face, "Shut it! I won't hear it!" with that, the chestnut-haired Senju left for the Hokage manor. On his way there, Hashirama sees Madara and Mochizuki. "I made you lunch, Madara-sama." the pale beauty smiles as she gently hands Madara a bento box wrapped neatly in snow-printed cloth. "Thank you, Mochizuki." Madara smiled as he planted a kiss on her forehead. Then, she smiles sweetly and looks over, "Hashirama-san!" she waves as Hashirama walks over. "When's the wedding?" the Senju grinned as Madara chuckled. "We haven't settled on a date yet." Mochizuki takes another bento from her pouch, "Here, I made you lunch too." She smiles and hands the tree leaf patterned cloth-wrapped box to the chestnut-haired male. "Ah! You shouldn't have!" Hashirama smiles as he takes the bento, and Mochizuki smiles sweetly, "Tobirama-san told me about Mito's wrist, so I figured I'd make you some food too." Hashirama smiles softly as Mochizuki bows gracefully, "I'll see you at home, Madara-sama." Madara smiles happily as she gracefully walks away. "She's so kind, Madara; you're a lucky man." Hashirama laughed as he and the second Kage entered the Hokage Mannor, Izuna, and Kotone, handing them paperwork.
As the day progressed, Izuna and Kotone bickered, "Does your father like her?" Hashirama asked as he signed some paperwork. "Father loves her, he's already calling her his daughter, and he keeps pestering me to marry her already!" Hashirama laughs as he reads a new document, "We've only reunited a short time, and he's at home trying to set up everything!" Hashirama smiles and shakes his head, "You two must have your hands full." Madara snickered, "Izuna makes it worse, saying how beautiful Mochizuki would look in mother's wedding robes." Hashirama's head whips over to look at Madara, "Eh!? So Izuna wants her to wear your mother's wedding robes?!" Madara nods and scoffs, "Mochizuki won't wear them, no matter how hard Izuna pleads. She said she wouldn't want to insult our mother and father's wife." Hashirama smiled and laughed, "I think she'd look better in the white and red robes if you ask me." Madara looks over, "Don't you start." "Awe, but it's true, Madara! White and red wedding robes would suit her much better!"