𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
٭ ٭ ٭
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔...
It was a fresh start.
Away from the hurt.
Away from the solitude.
Away from the pain you endured all those years.
It was a land of new beginning...
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(Y/N) Pov
A loud crunch echoed within the wall's of the hokage's office. No, I wasn't eating uncooked pasta (although pasta sounds delicious right now), I was in fact cracking my back.
The sun had barely risen, yet Hashirama ordered us to his office. The problem, however, was that the hokage wasn't anywhere to be found. Instead, I was accompanied by a temperamental Tobirama.
"You know, (Y/N), if you regularly crack your joints like that you're sure to get premature arthritis".
"Oh calm down Tobes! It's way too early, and I haven't had the time to do my morning stretches yet! I'm more of a night-owl," I refuted.
The Senju grunted, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Don't go complaining just yet. My brother should be arriving any time now".
"Speaking of your brother, why did Hashirama call us all down here? Please don't tell me he wants us to play that stupid mystery game with him again- last time was a disaster! We went on for hours, Tobirama! Are you aware of the emotional toll being interrogated by Hashirama can have on a person? Only for him realize he never assigned a killer to begin with! I'm never playing those murder mystery games aga- "
"Quit your yammering, (L/N). Lucky for us, he's just arrived," he cut off.
"Finally. Time to knock some sense into the man! He's going to pay for disrupting my slumber- "
Tobirama looked towards the door, and growled.
"I'm sensing more chakra. Looks like he brought the Uchiha with him," he spat out.
"You mean, Madara?" I mumbled.
"The devil himself," he affirmed.
Madara was just about the last person I wanted to see. I've been trying my best to avoid him these past couple of days. Ever since that night on the cliff where he practically grilled me, I've wanted him out of sight. There was no way I was going to let anybody- especially Madara- talk to me like that. It was better to avoid him then risk lashing out again. We did have to work together, after all.
The thoughts fogging up my mind quickly cleared away when the doors burst open, revealing Hashirama grinning ear-to-ear, grabbing a disheveled Madara by the arm.
The Uchiha blew a wisp of hair out of his face, exposing darker, more prominent undereye bags. His face was plastered into a frown, and he let out a yawn, affirming his fatigue.
God damn, for someone who always seems to be effortlessly put together, Madara looked like shit.
I let my own hair fall over my face to hide the smirk that threatened to make itself known, cleared my throat, and looked back up again.
