IOTA ⋆「multi-fandom oneshots #2」

4. the ones who fell in love ; hashimada

original description;

In which the Senju and the Uchiha hate each other, but Hashirama and Madara don't. They fall in love, even though they're not supposed to.

[Long oneshot, Romeo and Juliet-ish AU, HashiMada]

( dedicated to leewaze )

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He drew a long breath, releasing it out after a few moments. He lay on his back in the grass lazily, staring at the dusking heavens above him. The stars had started to come out, twinkling prettily and reminding him it was about time for him to go home, but he could not bring himself to get up.

So he lay there longer than he was supposed to, but he didn't care. He was tired and didn't feel like making the trip back home.

His eyes fluttered shut without him even realizing. Soon enough, he found himself asleep and dreaming. He dreamt of a better life, a better world – a world he'd wished he lived in. One without hatred between two clans – Senju and Uchiha. One with everlasting peace between them instead.

He got tired of the excessive feuding. That's not what he wanted.

When he awoke, the sky was light again. It was past dawn; the sun had already risen. He sat up, stretching and yawning, and then he brought his knees to his chest, resting his head upon them.

His brother was probably worried sick about him, but unfortunately he wasn't planning on heading home any time soon. His stomach rumbled, however, which means he'd have to go soon or he'd have to go hungry.

He thought it over for a moment, wondering how much trouble he'd be in when he got back, and reached over and grabbed a stone, standing up. He tossed it, causing it to skip across the water but not reach the other side. He frowned at this.

He spent the next hour or two skipping stones, and got annoyed each time when they would not make it to the other side.

He took a break, napping for a short while before he was at it again.

When he was about ready to give up, he felt a presence behind him. He spun around, and found himself face to face with another boy.

Another boy, about his age, and he was somewhat young. Fourteen, about to be fifteen soon.

This was the first time he ever saw this boy. Never before had he ever seen this boy in all his times of coming to this place. Strange.

"If you do it like this…" the boy began, picking up a stone and skipping it the way he had been, which caused the stone to not reach the other side, "It'll just sink and not make it across. But if you do it like this…" The boy skipped another stone, and it reached the ground on the other side. "You'll get it there. You just need to aim a little higher when you throw. That's how you get the knack of it."

The boy smiled at him and picked up yet another stone, handing it to him. "Here, you try."

He accepted the stone a tad reluctantly, eyeing the other boy suspiciously. "Who are you?" He asked, tossing the stone in the air and catching it, an annoyed look on his face from being shown up by this other kid.

"Right now you could say I'm your new rival in stone skipping," the boy answered, still smiling happily. "But mine's already gotten to the other side. And you can call me Hashirama. Although, it's probably best if I don't give you my surname. What about you? Who are you?"

He looked at the stone in his hand. "I'm Madara," he replied, staring at the water now. "And I'm not giving my surname to a stranger, either."

"Okay. Anyway, now skip the stone."