Hello! I wanted to write fic of Hashimada in Omegaverse since a lot ago and now i finally got the inspiration for doing so. Hope you like it and remember to review.
Naruto doesn´t belongs to me
Hashirama walked through the Woods in his four paws, grunting lowly. His wolf form was very comfortable to advance in, but the hair and the natural products his skin secreted it was difficult not to leave a trail and he didn´t want to leave any clue of where he was. The werewolf finally arrived to the place, a cascade in the middle of the woods. He howled and turned into his human form, a young brunette, green eyed man.
"Open this doors to the frozen kingdom" then he started chanting in an ancient language and the water surface froze, revealing a mirror made of ice. On it appeared the silhouette of a castle. He got through the mirror and appeared in the front yard of the castle, with snow. He turned into a wolf again and ran towards the entrance. There, sitting on the stair, was a raven haired man.
"I know you would come, you do it all days" smiled the person, lifting his head and showing his bright red eyes. The canine got closer and sat down on his back legs. This was his natural enemy, a vampire. But for him… "Why the interest?"
"Woof!" the werewolf barked, demanding for clothing. The other smiled with fun and threw a robe to him. It reeked of vampire, something most from his specie won´t like. They said it burned their nostrils, but… he never understood that. "How are you, Madara?"
"Still trapped in here, still waiting for my congeners to free me… how do you think?" he growled. "I have been trapped here for thousands of years, with you as my only visitor" his head lowered again. Hashirama sighed, what happened? Well… many centuries ago two powerful brothers appeared, the oldest the first vampire and the youngest the first werewolf. Their fights were epic. Since then their descendants fought, natural enemies. Like two hundredth years ago, Hashirama and Madara met. They were children, so they became friends immediately. But the wars torn them apart, forcing them to combat. Madara was raised to be a weapon by his family while Hashirama never accepted that and became a strong leader even if he kept his innocent spirit. He never forget those moments spent playing with his childhood friends. Time passed… and the vampires realized they weren´t going to win. So they asked for a truce, each clan will do what it wants, the only rule was not interfering or hurting the others. The wolves were reluctant to accept, with the leeches, as they called the vampires, did something to make them agree. They couldn´t kill their weapon, but they can trap him for all eternity inside his own home, using a mirror spell. The pact was made and they went on separate ways. But that was not the end for Hashirama. He managed to extract the information from a vampire after a few years and since then he visited his old friend every day.
"Still in a dark mood, eh?"
"I´m not in a dark mood, you overly optimistic fool! Just because I´m not all sparks and sunshines it doesn´t mean I have a bad humor!"
"Don´t scream to me…" said the canine with a depressive cloud over his head. The other huhed and sat down again. This was a daily thing, that idiot got depressed so easily… Well, not his problem. It was him who decided to keep visiting him.
"What has been happening out there?" he asked, not really caring. He lost already all his family and his specie betrayed him, it was just a way to escape the solitude. The vampire lord won´t admit that, but talking with his lycantrope friends was the only brightness on his live. He waited impatiently for it each day.
"Oh, nothing really. My brother keeps pestering me, I wish I have let you… well, not kill him, but scare him a bit. That would definitely make him more tolerable."
"Or make him more radical about his views on my kind, something that doesn´t helps with the peace you have always been after."
"Believe me, Tobirama couldn´t be more radical"
"How are you so sure?"
"You haven´t heard him for hours about how stopping the bloodshed was only a temporary thing when we need time to recovery and that once the population rises again we will be at each others throats again."
"That would be funny… and prove them wrong" the raven rose and cover himself more, shivering slightly. He didn´t like this weather, it felt so cold. Hashirama picked up the sign and walked to him, sitting besides his friend and putting an arm around him. This made the other jump a bit, but the heat coming out of the werewolf´s body was indeed comfortable.
"You know, at first you didn´t let me get this close to you…"
"Because you smell like a wet dog"
"But now you let me held you daily" finished the brunette happy. His companion didn´t mutter a word. He knew that the idiot was right, but since the mirror spell was casted, his house turned into some kind of eternal ice age and he totally despised being cold. So it can´t be that bad if he used the mutt as a heater… right?
"I… I don´t have much heat sources here!" he tried to reply.
"Heh, that makes me happy!" Hashirama totally ignored him in favor to cuddle the other. The vampire answered by punching him in the face. "Ouch, what was that for?"
"You are an idiot"
"An idiot that is currently kindly providing you some of his body heat" Madara´s face went red when the other hugged him again. "But I don´t mind at all"
"I don´t need…!"
"Don´t lie to me, I know that you hate cold and ice, your element was fire after all" the man lowered his gaze, ashamed. "Come on, don´t be like that. I can show you how enjoy a snowy day!"
"There is no way…" but the wolf was already up and throwing a snowball the other couldn´t dodge. Madara felt to the floor by the force of the impact, his temper brewing. "You damn… I will kill you!"
"Catch me!" they started running and throwing snow to each other, playing like when they were children. Hashirama was stronger and lifted snowballs the size of a snowman while Madara was faster and dodged more quickly. Their little game continued until the sun was setting. The both of them sat down again in the stairs, breathing deeply. "I have to return"
"Who is keeping you here?" said the vampire as if he hasn´t enjoyed the day, what he did. The werewolf smiled, he knew the other too much to take that personally. That leech lied all the time, more if he want to keep a secret.
"I will be going then, make sure to cover yourself tonight" he hugged the other one last time before running towards the exit. "See you tomorrow!"
"Who wants you here!"
"You!"
"Only as a heater!"
"Bye!"
-Later with the pack-
Hashirama arrived at the place his clan would be staying for the night. He was really hungry and tired, but content. Tobirama joined him as soon as he heard his brother´s footsteps approaching. He was frowning as ever. One would think that in his wolf form that would go unnoticed, but it was impossible. Now the white wolf was walking alongside his chocolate brown companion, barking low.
"What´s the matter, otouto?" asked the pack leader, stopping to return to his human form. Tobirama did the same and handed the other a robe he carried with himself. Werewolves didn´t have much clothes, they mostly owned robes to cover themselves when not in wolf form, some for summer and others for winter.
"The thing is, brother, that you are a two hundredth years old alfa… an unmated alfa that is also our pack´s leader" the young beta said matter of factly. The brunette sighed, it surely was another pitiful try from his brother to make him pick up a wife. It wasn´t his fault that he didn´t pick up one yet! The thing was... wolves usually found their mate by smell. Alfas and betas searched for an Omega with a smell they like to mate. Hashirama tried to do so since he was able to, but there was a slight problem… he couldn´t find it! All the Omegas in his pack smelled bad. Last time he tried:
1. Kaoru-chan: many alfas interested, a very feminine face, big bosom… smell like rotten eggs.
2. Kimiko-chan: cute, sweet, many alfas interested, flat but big hips… smelled like a pig in the middle of the summer.
3. Saki-chan: big bosom, big hips, a bit of a bounty huntress… smelled like… he didn´t want to say, it was too much of an insult.
…
35. Sui-chan: not pretty, long black hair, pale, solitary… smelled a bit better than the vast majority before her, but… still like a stinking human athlete.
"Whatever you think you are doing…" he started, trying to defend himself. "it´s not my fault that haven´t found a mate yet. It´s just that all Omegas I´ve met have wrong smells, even if you and the others tell me I have to be kidding."
"I´m not blaming you" said for the first time Tobirama, what surprised his brother. Usually the albino would yell at him and order him to pick up a mate yet. "We were talking about you and casually an old man listened to us. He heard us and said that you probably have some sort of… condition"
"What condition?"
"Hiperosmia or something like that, which is really problematic in lycantropes" he then made a face very strange for him. "Look… erm… I wanted to apologize too, it never crossed my mind that you could have some sort of sickness…"
"No problem"
"The thing is, maybe you are overly sensitive to smells and detect certain… odors that we can´t, so the omegas lose their attractive to you" continued the albino. "So, I talked to that wolf and he said that there was some kind of medicine that could help, but you will have to begin the process all over again…"
"Wait a minute, what?"
"It means that you will have to try with other females, not ones of our clan. Don´t take it wrong, but your mind already associate them with the bad smells and they will be rejected anyway, so… I sent a letter to our sister clan, the Uzumaki, to arrange a short trip to their territory"
"A trip? When?"
"It has to be as soon as possible, but enough time for your treatment to act, so in a month" answered the albino. "Cheer up, the omegas heard that too and are not longer mad at you. In fact, they pity you. And going to the Uzumaki clan is not going to be so bad, I´ve heard that women are beautiful there and male omegas are also not bad…"
"There is no need, really…"
"But it is, so… get prepared" Tobirama left. Hashirama frowned, he knew his brother too much, the twerp was planning something. And he was right. The albino was tired of his unmated brother and he knew that remaining that way would bring trouble to him, big ones. Unmated werewolves tend to be more violent and sexually attack anyone when in mating season, a temporary madness to call it someway. He didn´t want anything like that to his sweet older sibling, so he made arrangements for him to be mated to the Uzumaki princess if things didn´t go well. It was for his own good…
-In the castle-
Madara was cleaning the glass where he took his last meal, a pretty tick furry thing over his shoulders. He started humming and suddenly he felt some abdominal pains. He lifted his hand and touch the affected zone, cursing. He was never one for relationships and that was a big problem for a vampire. It was easy. When werewolves were born, they were already defined: alfa, beta, omega. But vampires… they have to define themselves in the first sexual relationship they had. He was a virgin, one that never had much time for sex. Izuna would always talk to him about the importance of defining oneself…
"Nii-san, you should sleep with someone at least to avoid the… you know" he was mistaken. Until he felt it, he knew nothing. Taking time in defining was painful, because the person has the two sets of working organs and it was taxing to the body.
"Izuna…" he tear up. Remembering his dead brother was much more painful than whatever physical discomfort he would feel. The vampire rose and left the place, feeling like going to bed. The sun almost raised and it was time for good little night crawlers to sleep. "I miss you, brother" he said while laying. "I miss you so much…"
The next sunset he awoke by a knock on his door. Contrary to the popular belief, vampires didn´t sleep in coffins. He had a big bed with sun proof curtains. He yawned and got out of bed quickly, as the knocks were getting harder to deal with. Madara wondered who could it be. Maybe another human got lost in the woods and was ready to become his meal… this woods were famous for the people disappearing in it, mostly because humans were able to go inside the seal containing him. His kind trapping him there wanted by not means to starve him if they need him again.
"MADARAAAAAAA! OPEN UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPP!" yelled Hashirama. The other frowned, but came down to open the door. He knew the mutt will keep insisting until he turn his friend crazy or broke the thing down.
"I´m coming, idiot!" he opened the door and… "What the hell is that?!"
"It´s a surprise for you!" he said happily. His garden, that by the way never had much except for snow, was now turned in some sort of exhibition of snow made flora. There were trees, lilies, roses… every kind of plant you could think about. "Do you like it? I returned earlier to make this all for you!"
"What´s the deal?" the raised his eyebrow.
"Well… in a month or so I will be doing a big trip to Uzushiogakure with my brother and… I think he will force me to mate there" he got his hand to the back of his head. "And probably I won´t have much time to play with you with an omega and children under my care…"
"Oh, so that means I will finally be free of you and your ways" commented the vampire, hiding the sadness that came over him at hearing that his only friend wasn´t going to be with him anymore. "Why in a month? Why not earlier?"
"Someone got into his mind that I have some sort of olfactory disease…" he sniffled into his neck like a joke, but sensed something. "Your smell changed since yesterday, it´s more… I don´t know, confusing?"
"Mind your own business, mutt"
"Awww, come on, Madara, don´t talk to me like that. I made this without help to surprise you" he put an arm around his friend, which helped the raven a bit. He stepped out of his bed and house without much more than his sleeping wear, so he was dying cold. He leaned into the heating source, before he realized what he was doing and jump out of his arms.
"Stay away from me, dog!" a red as hell vampire screamed.
"You don´t have to say such things to me" depressive cloud over the werewolf.
"Okay, I´m sorry!" apologized the raven when he couldn´t take the sulk anymore.
"No, you are not"
"Yes, I am"
