☆HashiMada OneShots☆

His Yesterday

Hashirama and Madara's thoughts after the final battle in the Valley of the End.
Honestly, I cried while writing this. ;(
Happy reading.

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The night and the forest were the witnesses, the only ones who could see the suffering of that chestnut, the sobs and uncontrollable tears as a result of the guilt that had gnawed at him since that day...

The day he killed the love of his life.

Hashirama never had to make such a difficult decision, ever... The life of thousands and their dream or the love of his life?

Oh, Hashirama Senju! The shinobi god, the one who brought peace in those times, a symbol of nobility, capable of giving his life for the village where thousands lived... Was it so difficult to decide between an unfortunate Uchiha and his lifelong dream? , Between that dirty murderer and the lives of the innocent? Yes, it was because for Madara he was worth the same as the entire village... Madara was worth more than his own life... Even so, no matter how hard he wanted his morality, he won... Hashirama couldn't be selfish, he couldn't be unfair... He had to decide and that's how he snatched it out of his hands. If he could say how he felt it would be as if his heart was torn out most brutally, it was like an open wound, it would be his eternal penance, it burned and hurt... It was the pain of those who could not protect what I love the most...

Nobody understood that, they called him a hero and saviour, but they didn't know that they despised themselves for having killed him... It wasn't his fault.

Madara was a victim of the crazy world in which he lived and he still was, he gave everything but it still wasn't enough, he had honour and flaws, he was more human than any other, and he loved more than any other, and he tried as hard as any other ... Even so, and despite everything, no one ever saw him, no one ever appreciated that and no one ever wanted to understand his pain. Because they only focused on seeing him as a murderer, as a bloody man, the despicable man who gouged out his brother's eyes, the selfish man who wanted to kill those who got in his way, sadistic and cold, bad and perverse, deserving of the cruellest deaths. His death would be a benefit to all... Madara Uchiha only deserved to rot in hell.

However, Hashirama understood... He understood so much that it hurt... It hurt a lot... It hurt so much... If he was Madara and he had to endure all that pain... He never could have... That's why he loved and admired the jet... That's why it was so hard for him to decide... That's why it hurt so much to bury that katana in his beloved's chest... That's why he could never get over it...

The chestnut's tears fell on the tombstone in the middle of the forest, inside a hollow tree full of flowers and bathed in moonlight. That beautiful and lonely place... It was like Madara.

There in front of that immaculate stone, engraved with the name of the owner of his heart, tears fell without hesitation, his hands clung to the grass below him and his cries were heard through the darkness of the night.

"Oh, Madara... I miss you so much... I feel so bad... I need you... Madara... I know that what I did to you is unforgivable... But... But I couldn't leave you... Seriously... I couldn't allow it..."

The chestnut's hand was now resting on the tombstone, walking around it

with such delicacy that it would be mistaken for a caress for his lover.
A long sigh left his lips and then continued with a trembling voice.

"You suffered so much... You were good... It wasn't your fault, darling... I know... Life was so hard on you, stealing everything important to you... I know you felt alone... Despite having me... I know it hurt when they looked at you... I know you were very hurt by hate... I will never blame you for leaving me... Just as I will never stop loving you Madara Uchiha... You were my beautiful yesterday..."

The voice mixed with crying, showed pain and regret. No one would think that the hero of the shinobi world, Hashirama Senju would feel so bad for killing... Who was his yesterday...

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Dead.

That's how they believed it and that's how it felt...

After all, I leave it, or not? Of course not, he would never leave Hashirama... Never.

He knew that he had caused him a lot of pain by pushing him to such a point, but he was needed in this world, because everyone trusted and supported him, and for this reason, his beloved was necessary.

He had no intention of continuing to cause pain... He no longer wanted to, tell the truth, he never wanted to, and even so, it always seemed that he intended to cause others pain. But it was okay, this world was like that... It was full of pain and hate. He would end that chain, all the pain in the world would carry him and make a better world... He would create peace... Authentic peace.

Even if I had to destroy this world and the dreams that will live there... The world needed to be purified, everyone was wrong... Nobody noticed...

Why is someone won, someone else lost?

Why, if someone loved, did they have to hate later? Why was no one able to understand the pain of their brothers!? That was the world he lived in, the same one that led him to be what he is now... Now he understood that it was okay, after all, he would break that absurd reality and give everyone the peace they needed... In the dream that would encompass everyone and make possible everything their hearts yearned for.

It was an idea that seemed far away, I was not going to deny it... But it would be worth it because nobody would have to suffer again, there would only be winners, there would only be love and everyone would be connected... Without pain and war, without loss and shame. He would make it.

Because he didn't leave his past life to fail, he didn't abandon the only person who understood and loved him... No... Of course not, he was just laying the seeds for a new world... A better world.

Those were the thoughts of the jet, there alone with his chest pierced, healing his wounds... It still hurt and not only physically, leaving Hashirama was one of the most painful things he could do... But he was going to get him back, he swore or else he would stop being Uchiha Madara. Maybe not in this world but in the world he was going to create the and Hashirama could finally be together... It was an oath.

Zetsu... The embodiment of his will... He sent him the images of his beloved crying on his tombstone... A pang in his chest and a few tears on his face only made him more convinced that he made the right decision.

"Hashirama... You're so good... This world doesn't deserve you, darling... Still... It's Well... We'll see each other again I promise... I'll dry your tears each and everyone... I'll kiss you just like I did yesterday... You were the best in my life... That's why I had to let you go...You were so light... I was afraid of staining you with my darkness... That's why in the new world, I will no longer be stained and I know that you will realize that everything was for our good... I will sacrifice everything that yesterday was... And in this, my new world will never be again"

This was the farewell of those two, so cute, so beautiful, so pure, loving each other and crying their sorrows... But all that was part of what they were yesterday and what they will never be again.

[A/N]

I cried so hard while writing this 😭
It broke my heart, they didn't deserve this 💔😢
Thanks for reading.
And sorry for breaking so many hearts. ❤️
So sorry I promise I would never do it again.
It hurt me so much and I know it hurts you too.

Thank you again;)