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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It was a clear day in August. The two shinobi stood beside each other as the wind rustled their hair, dancing with their locks. The view infront of them was the literal manifestation rooted in the loss of their loved ones. The shinobi looking after paddy, some setting up houses and shops.
Madara could spot Izuna fighting with Tobirama over some paperwork and smiled. While Hashirama noticed the Sarutobi leader laughing with the Shimura leader, leaving the Senju with a sheepish smile.
"Madara, what should we name the village?" Hashirama asked him, his heart crumbling up inside. Madara knew, but moved on from the Senju's heart and a leaf fell on his hand. A leaf with a hole.
He looked through the leaf towards the abandoned undone houses in the outskirts, workers pulling up logs of wood, some Senjus carving out furnitures, while the Uchihas and Sarutobis worked on the spring house. The leaves of the trees around cheering them all to push past their limits. Birds nesting within the trees, chirping to relieve their stress.
"What about village hidden in the leaves?"
"Konoha?" Hashirama blinked his eyes, his heart fluttered. Madara didn't look at him, pretending to be his friend.
"Hn"
"It's no different than Hokage!" Hashirama emitted a blue aura.
"That's what I had to suggest." Madara said letting the leaf fly. They both smiled, at least their dream of a village was alike.
"Simple and nice. I will let the Sandaime know." Hashirama was about to move away, if he was interfering in Madara's space.
But the Uchiha caught his hand. Hashirama looked above and the Uchiha averted his eyes.
"It's infront of us. Don't you feel like breathing in the moment a little more?" The Uchiha left his hand and Hashirama held back his tears. Madara noticed and turned his lips to a warm smile. Maybe his smile could be a temporary cure to the Senju's broken heart. Hashirama shuffled beside him and turned into a cheery mood.
"I think of making you the Hokage."
"Seriously?" Madara asked curiously, because he wanted to make Hashirama one.
"Yes, I thought we should carve the faces of the Hokage and its successors on that plateau. It will be a symbol of the Hokage watching over the village. But for that-" Hashirama said as Madara look at him, the Senju had a grin on his face.
"You have to do something of that sulk face of yours." Hashirama was in a playful mood. Madara knew he was just trying to have a light moment and ignore his sadness.
"Hmm, but it's better than that ugly mug of yours." Madara smirked and Hashirama went in depression.
"Is it really that bad?"
"Yes it is." Madara grinned back.
"You should be Hokage. That position doesn't suit me well."
"Is it because you're afraid of clerical work?" Hashirama smirked and pulled his arm over Madara's shoulder, pulling his right cheek. Madara was flustered and pushed away the Senju with his hand on his face.
