Second Childhood

Chapter 14- Christmas

Madara looked at the roof of his bedroom roof. He'd woken up around five minutes ago, and his nightmare wasn't allowing him to go back to sleep. It looked like his old sleeping patterns were coming back, and he really didn't know what to think about them. Thinking about it, didn't Hashirama tell him that he could join him in his bed? That if he had a nightmare, he could sleep with him?

He did. It was like his friend to do that. If he had known that he'd had these nightmares as an adult, he would've told him the same thing.

Madara looked at his sleeping friend, before making up his mind and walking to his bed. "Hashirama, Hashi..."

"Mada, what's wrong?" Hashirama asked looking at him with tired eyes, he almost cooed when he looked at his crush. His eyes were wide, and it looked like he had bitten his lip. His checks were also slowly going red. "Nightmare?"

"Yes."

"Come here then."

Madara only nodded while climbing onto Hashirama's bed. Letting the other male hug him, he was slowly lulled to sleep by the other's heartbeat, which reminded him that he was safe.

Hashirama looked at the sleeping raven and smiled. He had told the younger boy that if he had a nightmare, that he could sleep in his bed. He could only go off so much, but he looked like he wasn't allowed to. That the first time around, he had to deal with his own nightmares. That he had to wake up with the adults, and control his emotions, before he even knew what they were. No wonder he wasn't able to tell him that something was wrong, he was raised not to tell anyone when something was wrong.

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When Hashirama woke up. He had a smile on his face, and black hair on his chest. Looking at the door, he saw that Mito was giggling into her hand.

"Hashi, do you want to go down for breakfast?" Mito asked picking Madara up and putting his head on her shoulder. Hashirama nodded and followed the two. "We've got pancakes. Then we can see what Santa left you."

Tobirama was reading an important scroll, he was also frowning. War, they didn't need war. But the land of wind had declared war on the land of fire. They had to fight, he didn't want to think what would happen, if they just bowed their heads.

"Dad, is something wrong?" Hashirama asked as he and Mito sat down. Madara had woken up when they were walking into the living room. "You look upset."

"Nothings wrong."

"Daddy's a horrible lair," Madara said while yawning, he was still half-asleep. Both Mito and Tobirama looked at him, smiles on their faces. Mito put him in his high chair, kissing his forehead while getting breakfast.

Tobirama kissed his forehead. "Brat, it's about time you said that."

"Said what?"

"Son, if someone told him this at the start of this year," Tobirama said looking at his brother who was smiling at him. Guess, his brother was right for once. The Uchiha could be saved, they only needed to be loved. "Mada, just keep calling us Dad and Mum. It'll be better for both of you."

"But your my Dad? Of course I'm going to call you Dad."

"Not while your awake you won't."

Hashirama only smiled at him, before pinching Madara's checks, causing said boy to pout, only for Mito to also pinch his checks.

"I love you, my baby boy," Mito said while kissing his checks and putting a plate in front of him. "After this we'll check the tree."

"What tree?" Madara didn't know what they were talking about, tree? Did Hashirama grow one? And why were they checking on it. "Why are we checking on a tree?"

"It's Christmas," Hashirama told him. Didn't the Uchiha celebrate Christmas, or maybe they had different traditions then the Senju and Uzumaki. "Didn't you celebrate Christmas?"

"It was a day we didn't fight.Or at least that's what the others told me." Madara didn't know if Mito knew who they were, so while he was lying to her. He just didn't want her to judge him on his actions, she was nice to him and he didn't want to change that.

"Don't worry, sweetie. You'll love it," Mito told him while pulling him into a hug. He was three, so they could make up for it. But she felt like there was something she was missing, she knew that war had been declared. She didn't want them to know it, he had been reading that scroll since she started to make breakfast. He had put a colour over when she left, she didn't know his reason, but he always had one. She had to trust him, one day he would tell her.

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"Why a tree?" Madara asked looking at it. It was plan, something Hashirama would've grown, it looked like he's grown it, but the way it felt. It felt like his chakra. He also didn't know to feel about getting more presents, he had been given some for his birthday.

"It's tradition," Mito told him, while handing Hashirama a present,which turned out to be toy kunai, while handing him one. "No one knows why, but it's fun. Sure, some people see as another holiday to buy things. But that's not it's meaning, spending time with loved ones."

"And we love you Mada," Hashirama told him and Tobirama smiled. Madara just looked at them, stock clear in his dark grey eyes. He only moved when everyone pulled him into a hug, one he didn't want to be in, but started to laugh anyway. Which caused everyone else to start laughing. "Merry Christmas Madara."