I have faith in what I see

Hashirama's eyes are wide and shining and his breath hitches in his throat. He's not afraid or scared or nervous but the emotions swelling in his chest, in his belly, in all of himself are beginning to choke him. Hashirama gulps silently and with shaking hands tries to tie his bow tie once more; it's dark grey, almost black, while his suit is a soft grey, and stands out beautifully against the white of his shirt. Tobirama enters the room calmly and Hashirama watches him through the mirror; his brother sighs silently, a small sagging of his shoulders, and shakes his head minutely before approaching him.

Tobirama is clad in a black suit and the small green and white flowers pinned over his chest make him look softer; it can also be the small smile on his lips, or how his hair stands fluffier than usual, that makes him look so. Hashirama smiles at him when his brother fixes his tie with efficient movements and Tobirama just shakes his head in response. Hashirama turns once more and stares at the mirror, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage.

His hair is neatly but fluffily pulled in a French braid and the very end of it swings against the small of his back. Just the day before Tobirama has re-shaved his sides and Hashirama runs his fingertips over it enjoying the sensation. He smiles again when an artfully wild strand of hair caresses his chin before tucking it behind his ear. Hashirama closes his eyes and breathes deeply, centering himself. Tobirama puts one hand on his shoulder and squeezes.

*

Madara huffs and tries to battle away his brother's hands. Izuna just sighs exasperated and shoos his hand away before focusing once more on fixing his hair. Madara stares at their reflection in the mirror and tracks Izuna's hands in his hair; he's sporting a ponytail, artfully wild with fine braids mixing in it and his hair is strangely shiny. His undercut, just like the one his father still sports, is freshly shaved but luckily there are no red spots. Izuna huffs and shakes his head while putting his hands on his shoulders. Madara notices that they are strangely small and soft.

"Are you nervous?" Izuna asks around a smirk and Madara just raises one eyebrow and states "Why would I be." "Well. You're going to be married in less than three hours." Madara nods and ties his blue bow tie in few swift moves. Hashirama has been right about the suit: blue really is his color. Madara smiles softly.

Izuna motions for him to turn around and Madara just watches his little brother pin the small flowers over his chest; Izuna is focused but light, happy and Madara couldn't be more at ease staring at him. Izuna's suit is black and matching Tobirama's and Madara has to admit that he really doesn't mind Hashi's brother as much as he lets others believe. Well, Tobirama will be his brother-in-law in less than three hours; that really is a thought.

*

Hashirama breathes deeply and rolls his shoulders before taking the bouquet Tobirama is holding out for him; it's small but pretty, very pretty, and its smell is not overpowering. There are white and pink flowers, some small and other bigger, and Hashirama relishes its weight in his hand. It fits perfectly.

Hashirama grins at his brother and Tobirama huffs, fondly exasperated, before hugging him tightly.

"Are you ready?" Tobirama whispers in his ear and Hashirama can't understand how his smile can get any bigger. But he manages. "I've been ready for years now." He whispers back before squeezing his brother one last time. Tobirama rolls his eyes and teases him "Let's get this show going, then." Hashirama laughs happily.

*

Madara shifts from foot to foot and eyes to room once more waiting for Hashirama near the altar. There are flower decorations all around but the smell is nice and soft, almost like a summer breeze. Hashirama always smells like summer on the seaside and flowers; Madara, to this day, doesn't know how something like that is even possible but, of course, Hashirama manages.