After the war ended, Hashirama and Madara decided for peace. Peace gave them a chance to rediscover their love for each other and to paint the dreams from their minds to the land of Konoha. It also released all the hidden emotions of everyone, creat...
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Hashirama reached his home and Tobirama was still awake. He just finished writing the rough draft of the village constitution. He cranked his back, stretched his arms and yawned. He noticed his elder brother and straightened up.
"Hashirama san, why did you get late?" It was one of those grave Tobirama questions when he used his brother's name. On that, Hashirama startled. Madara had already given him a heart attack and he needed no more.
"I was busy signing off the scrolls. I know it's past two in the morning but they are done." Hashirama weirdly smiled and handed off the scrolls to Tobirama. He opened the scrolls and looked at them. While Hashirama changed his clothes and began to unfold his futon.
"Anija, did you meet someone while at work?"
"Y- yes, how do you know?" Hashirama was almost in his blanket by now.
"I have seen this handwriting somewhere. I don't remember where, was it at the discussion day for the peace treaty?" He scratched his chin. While Hashirama widened his eyes from below the blanket in shock.
Please no questions about Madara...
"Nevermind, could be someone visited you." Tobirama sighed and kept the scrolls neatly in the nearby closet. Hashirama sighed and slept back. While Tobirama went to his room for sleeping.
While Madara returned home, he was worried because even that day an Uchiha tracked them. He had to be subtle because confronting the tracker there would create bad repercussions. When he sensed the tracker's chakra was gone, he told Hashirama the truth. But he couldn't risk what would show up.
As he looked around the Uchiha territory, he found the number of chakra the same as he checked before leaving. He was stressed, wondering who was that. He entered home to find Izuna practicing his katana in the backyard.
"What are you doing, Izuna?! You were supposed to rest for a couple of days more!" Madara said. Izuna meant to him more than anything in the world, he couldn't see him get hurt or in discomfort.
"The pain has reduced and I can't fall behind you in ninjutsu, especially katana, ni san." Izuna said.
"Okay, now time to sleep it's already past midnight." Madara said while opening the backyard shoji. Izuna kept his katana back and sat on the engawa. Madara had already disappeared in the house.
"Ni san, you didn't eat before leaving, the dinner is in the kitchen for you." Izuna said.
Madara returned with two bowls of miso soup in his hands and sat down. He handed one to the lost minded Izuna and he took it after a moment.
"You really like eating cold soup when I made it fresh before leaving don't you?" Madara said while sipping it.
"You really like eating without me, don't you, ni san?" Izuna replied back while putting the soup filled spoon in his mouth. Madara chuckled and looked at the moon.
"I think about making you the official leader of the Uchiha. I don't think people would like to follow someone who lusts for blood and war."
"Why you do think that way ni san? It's not it, the clan follows you more seriously." Izuna said.
"They do that because I am more powerful. You truly care about the clan, I just care about winning power and take people on the same path. I hate weak people and I know I won't have the heart to go on when things are too peaceful. I know I'm a very good commander but you fit perfectly for a leader, you don't hide your gentleness like me." Madara smiled.
"Let's figure about it later. Also I had to talk about something, ni san."
"Go on." Madara said while drinking the soup.
"Ni san, you never told me you liked Hashirama." Izuna spoke gently as Madara spitted out the soup. His widened eyes and wiped his mouth. So it was Izuna who tracked them. He had a sense of shock and relief at the same time. Shock in the sense that his little brother knows his little secret, while relief that it wasn't a regular Uchiha eavesdropping.
"Was there a need to track your brother everytime he needs some alone time?" Madara said nonchalantly.
"I was done with the scrolls, I know you left them so I remain busy. But then I was curious about if you went to the same place as you used to do in childhood." Izuna grinned. Madara could help but give a slight smile.
"Let this be between us, don't you think?" Madara said looking away.
"I don't like the Senjus, but I feel Hashirama seems a little different, caring about us menacing shinobis. Just don't kill him for strengthening your power." Izuna said and finished the soup.
"Even if I had tried to my extreme limit, there's no way I could kill him. He knows that he can't kill me either." Madara nervously chuckled.
"So what's the plan?" Izuna said looking at him.
"What plan? We are going to build the village and extend our political and shinobi control all around the areas. I don't think I can pursue him, given our clan is strict and he doesn't seem to agree on it." Madara said seriously.
"I don't care about the clan's views more than I care about you, ni san. Even though it's difficult for me to take it all at once, but I support your choices and your gentleness. It is because you want to protect something, you know something else has to become a sacrifice." Izuna spoke.
"Are you seriously okay with me liking that idiot?" Madara asked shocked.
"I will become okay by the time that idiot agrees to be with you, if it ever happens." Izuna smirked and Madara sighed. He may be the most savage for everyone but his younger brother knows how to crack into his tough shell.
"We also have to plan a rough draft. Let's rest now." Madara asked while taking their bowls and returned after washing them. Izuna unfolded their futons next to each other and was lying on his back, his hands crossed above his head.
Madara went upto him and hugged him.
"Arigato Izuna, aishiteru. Oyasumi."
"Ni san, I can't breathe." Izuna muffled his voice with the bear cuddle of Madara.
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To be continued, かな恵一
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