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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Madara massaged his shoulders as he looked at the beautiful shoji doors. Hashirama still had lots of energy beaming out of him as he looked towards the setting sun. They unintentionally were just beside each other as the raven haired leaned on the wooden railing.
"You look as fine as day, though." Madara spoke nonchalantly. It made Hashirama flinch as he looked at him.
"Oh do I? It has been a tiring day all inside. Are you excited to see the village build, Madara? Tomorrow we would start cutting the trees and collect the wood, it excites me from the inside." Hashirama exclaimed as he gripped his arm around the Uchiha's shoulder and grinned.
Hashirama wasn't necessarily heavy, but Madara could feel him subconsciously throwing himself at him. He let out a half grin and said, "Yeah, it is." He removed Hashirama's arm and looked at the sun.
"What excites me even more is that there is going to be something that I have personally to protect."
"You have a clan, Madara." Hashirama chuckled.
"It is but only a group of the same bloodline. What matters more is that the village protects the people that matter to me. Peace can come when our village is superior to others." Madara said rustling his hair. That made Hashirama blush again. He knew Madara wasn't upto any tricks, he really didn't want to bother, he was just being himself.
Even being himself, I'm losing it just by standing beside him.
Hashirama stepped two inches away and asked,"The village has just got its grounds and it already thrills you to make it stronger and fight others." Hashirama sheepishly smiled.
"What about the name of the head of the village?" Madara asked, still looking at the sun.
"Hmm, what about?" Hashirama looked at the orange sun, its yellow aura dancing with it as it dawned.
"Hokage?"
"Hmm." Madara showed a slight smile for the Senju to notice.
"You liked it?"
"It's simple but pretty."
"Okay! Now we have the title of the head that we had to mention for the village!" Hashirama exclaimed.
"You young lads are wiser than your ancestors." The landlord made his way between the shinobi, fanning himself, the fan irritating Madara from his right.
"I think, it's what our ancestors would have wanted too, given they sat and spoke about it." Hashirama said.
"So have you decided on the title of the head of the village?"
"Hokage." Madara spoke in his terrifying voice, as the other two shivered and looked that the fan was stuck in his hair.
"That- that's pretty good." The landlord stilled as Hashirama took the fan off the fuming Uchiha.
