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 was asleep as the sun beamed on his face covered with his locks. His eyes flickered to see Hashirama beside him. The Uchiha tried to turn around when he realised the Senju had wrapped his arm tightly around him.
Must be he has abandonment issues. I knew he gets too attached with who he cares for. Madara thought.
"Loser, who is looking after the village?"
At Madara's voice, Hashirama murmured,"Sarutobi san."
"What?! That geezer!" Madara removed Hashirama's hands but the Senju tightened his grip, his face near to Madara's ear. That left the Uchiha stunned.
"Sarutobi san asked me early morning to have a little rest." Hashirama slowly whispered.
"Ba- baka! Get off me!" A red Madara pushed the Senju away from him.
Still dwelling in trust and intimacy issues. Hashirama thought. His lips curved into a smile and he leaned his head against his standing arm and looked at the annoyed Uchiha.
"What's with that loser look?" Madara mocked.
"You told me last night you were okay with it, did you forget?" Hashirama asked, in a serious tone. He just wanted the Uchiha to calm down.
"Hn." Madara huffed and turned his back on Hashirama. The Senju looked softly at the hair falling on Madara's back, his kimono gracefully following his physique.
"Are you okay with a hug?"
"Hn." A gentler tone from Madara.
Hashirama slowly snuggled up behind Madara and squeezed his chest while wrapping his arm. That again stunned the Uchiha. Then the Senju pinched the Uchiha's wrist.
"You really hate being close don't you, Mada chan?"
"I hate people being behind me." Madara's cold tone.
"Get used to it." Hashirama grinned at Madara's shoulder.
"Hey, I don't want any one watching a pervert hanging behind me!"
"Don't worry, there's no one-" A knock came in the door that startled them both. They jolted up from the bed. Hashirama hurriedly checked out to find Sarutobi san standing.
"Ohayo young lads, done with sleep?" The geezer hinted at Madara who sat on his knees with his eyes closed in half embarrassment.
"Hai! We will see you right in a moment, Sarutobi san." Hashirama slightly bowed and confidently smiled.
"Sure." The geezer left.
"Teme~" Hashirama heard as he looked to his right to see a kunai thrown just grazing his hair and hit the wooden wall. An annoyed yet flustered Madara.
"Daijoubu." Hashirama gave a poker smile.
The following days went busy with the construction of the first houses and shops in the village. The supplies poured into the shops given to the common people who would work as shopkeepers on lease. The spring house was made functional with still the buildings getting set up. The drainage system was complete with basic amenities.
