IOTA ⋆「multi-fandom oneshots #2」

3. ephemeral ; hashimada

original description;

"The Uchiha was nearly lulled to sleep just listening to the Senju's gentle heartbeat. He was tranquil. He felt as if he could lie there in Hashirama's arms at their creek forever and be happy."

[Hashirama/Madara; Oneshot]

(spanish translation available on @ vonlane 's account).

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He breathed softly, gently, evenly. In and out. Inhale and exhale.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the bright blue sky above him. There were no clouds in sight. The sun felt warm on his cold, pale skin, and right then he wanted to just fall asleep in the grass, beneath the rays of the sun and dream just peacefully.

Beside him was his lifelong friend, Hashirama – they met at this creek as children and had been friends – and rivals – ever since, always coming here to meet up for the longest time.

He shivered slightly as a bit of a breeze picked up, goosebumps spreading across his skin like wildfire.

Hashirama looked over at him, sitting up slightly. "Madara, are you cold?" He asked gently, and Madara smiled small at him.

"A little," the raven answered honestly, and Hashirama moved closer to him, wrapping his arms around him to keep him cozy. Madara cuddled against Hashirama's chest, indulging in the warmth he brought.

Hashirama's hands caressed Madara's back, frowning sadly; he could just feel Madara's protuberant bones beneath his clothes. Madara was pretty gaunt.

The Uchiha was nearly lulled to sleep just listening to the Senju's gentle heartbeat. He was tranquil. He felt as if he could lie there in Hashirama's arms at their creek forever and be happy.

But it was all ephemeral.

"Madara…?" Hashirama murmured, looking down at Madara's face to find a serene expression. He smiled a bit, and watched as Madara's eyes fluttered open.

"What is it, Hashirama…?" Madara asked softly. Hashirama took a deep breath.

"Can I…" He began, but it was as if he'd forgotten what he wanted to say. Madara raised an eyebrow.

"Can you what?"

Hashirama slowly slid a hand from Madara's back up to his jaw and cheek, blushing. "Can I kiss you…?" He asked, brushing his and Madara's noses together lightly, their foreheads touching.

Madara nearly snorted, raising his eyebrow again. "You want to kiss me?"

Hashirama smiled sheepishly, his face still red. "Well… yes…"

"Why would you want to do that?"

The Senju about looked at him like he was insane. "Because… well… I…"

Madara rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "Don't say that it's because you love me or something. We both know it would be absurd of you to say or feel such a thing."

But it wasn't. They'd been like lovers for a long time.

Hashirama blushed again, looking the raven in the eyes. "But… I do love you… Madara…"

Madara's lips parted briefly before he shook his head. "Tch, how'd I know you'd say that? Idiot Senju." Hashirama didn't answer, and Madara almost chuckled. "Well, it's just that I don't believe you."

Hashirama was taken aback. "What do you mean, 'you don't believe me'?"

"I don't know. I guess you'll have to prove it to me."