Cordarone (Hashirama x Madara AND Tobirama x Izuna)

14. Cobalt blue, scarlet red (Hashirama)

Of course, Madara wouldn't be the one to help him get ready for this day.

Madara had been by his side every day, except for the weeks when he was recovering from his heart surgery, tirelessly helping him with his hair and robes. 

But not this morning.

This morning, Izuna was with him, doing the things Madara usually did, while Madara was being pampered by Tobirama.

The thought made Hashirama chuckle. Tobirama had refused at first, and Izuna had assured the grooms to be that he could take care of both of them on the day of their wedding. But Hashirama and Madara had insisted.

"Trust me", Tobirama had said. "You do not want me to be in charge of how you look on your wedding day."

Madara had assured him it would be fine.

Would turn out, Tobirama actually knew a thing or two; he had been forced to take care of his own hair up north, and as he had let it grow long, he had been forced learn many updos and braids to be able to keep his hair away from his face as he trained.

Hashirama was now enjoying Izuna's company. It had been strange at first, seeing the two had spent very little time alone, but Hashirama soon found he liked his company. He had always seen Izuna as quite shy, but turned out he was incredibly chatty, and they talked easily for the entire time Izuna did Hashirama's hair, endlessly carefully so he wouldn't accidentally touch his skin or scalp and thus burn him. His hair was fine from the burning; he had learned long ago that Izuna didn't burn by means of temperature, but that it was some other magic going on with his skin. 

When he was done dressing Hashirama, Izuna stood opposite him, and Hashirama noticed Izuna was crying. He wasn't just teary-eyed, but actually crying.

"You look so beautiful", he whispered.

Hashirama smiled and made to take Izuna's hands before he remembered that Izuna burned.

Then, he realised something. Or rather, remembered something .

And before Izuna had time to react, Hahairmaa took Izuna's hands in his.

And it didn't burn.

"You are loved, Izuna", he said. "By more than one person."

He looked at Izuna sternly, wiling him to understand what he meant...

And who he was referring to. 

Hashirama took deep breaths, clutching Madara's hand.

They stood at a corner of the palace with their backs to the wall, each of them on one side of the corner so that they couldn't see each other.

"Hi", Madara said.

"Hello, there", Hashirama said warmly.

"Are you ready?"

Hashirama wondered if he ever would be. How could you be ready to see the person you would vow for the rest of your life in their wedding attire? At the same time, he couldn't wait a second longer for their first look. 

"Yes."

Hashirama cried at their first look, and so did Madara. At a traditional wedding, the groom would wear a colour the bridal couple had chosen together, and the bride would wear white. But since they were both grooms, they both wore colour; Hashirama a beautiful cobalt blue, Madara scarlet red. Their robes were so detailed, they had taken years to make.