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 windy day, Hashirama received a scroll from the Uchiha. Before he had written a scroll for Madara, asking about his intentions. The Uchiha, as usual, sticked with his refusal.
If you bring this up again, I'm sure I'll give the village to you and leave it myself. I can't ever love anyone, except Izuna. You are important to me but not in the way you think.
Hashirama held the scroll and smoke appeared. The wind was fueling the fire that lit at the scroll before the Senju could notice. He didn't care, he let the scroll burn in his hands, afterall he knew all nature transformations. The ashes withered away with the wind, leaving burnt hands that healed on its own. Hashirama looked at the burning wood of the scroll, it reminded him of the Uchiha.
I lost him again! And again! And again! I've lost him forever.
Hashirama sat by the engawa of a stormy day. Leaves rustling in his hair, dust slapping in his eyes, twigs tugging on his haori. He could feel the raindrops splattering on his face. He looked above, black clouds on the tenth of July. The wind howled at everyone to take shelter, however to no effect on Hashirama.
What does he even want? First befriending me then deserting me for his clan. Fighting me all these years when he makes up his mind to pursue our dream. Confesses to me and end up listening my story. Acts cold but then lets me hug him. Then refuses to be with me. Ugh! Madara, why are you so confusing?
Hashirama held his head with both of his hands, the flashbacks of him fighting with Madara going in his mind. He opened his eyes and looked at his brother folding his arms with a stern face. Just like their late father.
"Anija! Get inside, what do you think are you doing outside?" Tobirama raged, standing infront of the Senju.
"Tobirama, I-"
"Urusai! Stop crying over that pathetic Uchiha and get inside." Tobirama scolded and went inside to switch off the cooking heat. Hashirama wiped his cheek to notice the raindrops mixed with his tears. Afterall Tobirama was a sensory ninja.
"Hashirama! I've been looking for you since long!" A slug spoke, it had a white belly with a blue shade on its dorsal side. It sat beside the Senju before its voice made him notice it.
Hashirama blinked his eyes, the depression of Madara rejecting him had overtaken his senses. How come a slug is speaking to him?
"Hashirama?" The slug got on his shoulder.
"Ah! You speak!" The Senju jolted away.
"Yes, I do speak. It's very rude of you to say that!" The slug fumed.
"Anno, gomen nasai." Hashirama bowed to the tiny slug, giving out a blue aura.
"Iye betsuni. I'm here to take you to the Shikkotsu Forest. You are the chosen one. I'm summoning us back."
