Disclaimer: I own nothing. All Kishimoto's

Canon divergent AU where Izuna does not die and Madara stays in Konoha. Happy ending.

For the HashiMada Minibang 2015- Beginnings/Endings Day 1


"Who won?" Hashirama asked as he picked himself off the ground, dusting his palms.

"I did, obviously, I landed more blows than you." Madara scoffed.

"Haha! Your punches couldn't kill a fly! Mine were more powerful."

"You have any proof?"

"Well, you got a bruise-"

"WHAT? WHERE?!" Madara frantically twisted trying to locate the alleged evidence.

"On your thigh, just above the knee cap…"

"Oh no, my trousers are torn! Thanks, idiot, my father is going to yell at me." Madara grumbled observing the bloodied and ripped patch on the garment. "That wasn't because your blow was powerful, you just pushed me against some rock."

Hashirama shook his head and walked off towards some small plant with plump dark green leaves. He plucked a couple and crushed them in his palms. "This helps, it's an antiseptic and it's soothing-"

"IDIOT! DON'T RUB RANDOM WEEDS INTO MY WOUND!" Madara shoved Hashirama's chest.

"It's not a random weed, it's… um, I forgot the name, but I call it 'Common-Dark-Green-Smooth-Edge-For-Bruises-Plant'"

"Oh, like your 'super-fire-style-genjutsu-slice-giant-shuriken-two-step-drop-jutsu'? " Madara sneered.

"Wait- wasn't it 'super-fire-style-taijutsu-' ?"

"No!"

"Ahh, well it worked out in my head!"

"What head?"

With that Hashirama grabbed Madara's leg and smeered the paste onto Madara's thigh causing the latter to curse loudly.

He then tore the hem of his wide bottom trouser and used it to wrap up Madara's injury.

"What did you do that for?"

"Well, now we both will get scolded, together!" a bright smile split his face, "Besides, you said my clothes were ugly, didn't you? Maybe I'll get some new ones."

"Well, it's more related to your overall style and colour scheme than just the trousers-"

"You're such a girl!"

"SHUT UP!" Madara howled as he kicked at the brown haired boy.

"Don't move so much! It'll all come off!" said brown haired boy wailed wresting his friend.

Their shrieks and laughs could be heard far from the top of the cliff.


"It's going to rain soon Madara-sama, why don't you want to come in." Fugaku, the new head of the Uchiha clan advised.

"No, if you're so worried take your pregnant wife inside." Madara snapped.

Fugaku frowned but left with Mikoto.

"Madara-sama, maybe you should go back, dark clouds are heading this way." A brown haired girl suggested politely.

"It won't reach me soon enough." Yes, something else was approach the Uchiha and it would reach before the rain. It caught Izuna and Tobirama 12 and 13 years back. Hashirama had been claimed less than 24 hours ago.

"Oh! Don't bother with him Rin! I've been taking care of him for years and he has always been stubborn." Obito chirped, at his side were two boys almost a decade younger.

"Rin, I fell down and got hurt." Shisui stated, proudly holding up the base of his palm.

"Oh, I don't have my medical kit but-" the girl scanned the cliff before collecting the leaves of a certain plant.

"What is that-"

"Common-Dark-Green-Smooth-Edge-For-Bruises-Plant." Madara whispered, a faint smile spread across his wrinkled face.

"Uh, well- I guess people call it that too!" Rin chimed.

Soon, Madara could feel the cold clutches of his former enemy.

"Madara-sama? Are you alright?" Itachi peered at him with those intelligent dark eyes."I'll go get medics-"

"No." Madara grabbed the boy by his wrist. The young Uchiha wore his hair like Izuna, yet his hair was silkier and of a different cut, like Hashirama's. "Stay."

Death had finally taken Madara Uchiha. The last thing he heard from the top of the cliff was the sound of children shrieking and laughing below.