A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this series of sidefics! I'll probably be updating every few days, so, please review!
Chapter 1: Our Teenage Years
Society says nobody should hate. But, do you know what Madara says to that? Nothing, because he doesn't give a fuck about society, much less about what they say. And right now, he could wholeheartedly say he hated almost everything. He hated the stupid sun that made his sensitive pale skin itch, he hated the irritating wind that ruffled what used to be his perfectly groomed hair, he hated the annoying giggling girls giving him disgusting flirty glances, but, most of all, he hated the bright blinding smile of the idiotic brunette teen standing way too close in his personal space.
"What."
Hashirama's smile only widened. "Can I sit next to you?"
Madara glared, bringing the book he had been reading closer to his chest apprehensively. It wasn't like he didn't know who the other teen was. He had met him before in the Clan Reunions. Now, Hashirama is his obnoxious neighbor that would often come to his home uninvited (in the Madara's point of view, anyway) and talk the hell out of his ear. Everybody called them "best friends" but all Madara wanted to do was dunk the Senju straight to his death. "Why are you even asking? You always do what you want."
Hashirama huffed, shifting awkwardly on his feet, digging his hands in his pockets. "You don't have to be so mean! I'm your only friend, you know!"
Madara's eye twitched. "Go die."
The brunette blinked and nodded solemnly, turning on his heel. "Okay."
Madara stared in shock at the back of the teen that was walking away from him. That was the first time Hashirama had ever done something like that, and, although Madara swore he hated the brunette (really he did), he didn't like it. He hastily stood up, throwing his hardcover book straight to Hashirama's unsuspecting head. "Idiot!"
Hashirama jerked and winced at the impact, taking the book from the grassy ground and swiftly turning to face the raven glaring at him. He glared right back. "What was that for!?"
Madara growled under his breath, looking away indigently and falling onto his bottom on the stone bench. "Bring that to me and sit down, moron."
Hashirama's gaze softened until he was absolutely laughing, jogging up to his friend. "You're so weird, Madara!"
"Tch." Madara snatched the book from the brunette's grasp, opening it to the page he left off.
"Don't worry, though!"
Madara faced Hashirama, who was, again, too close. Their noses almost brushed.
Hashirama grinned toothily, his eyes closing. "I like weird people!"
Madara glared, ignoring the feeling of his cheeks getting warm, and pushed Hashirama's face away from his with his fist rubbing slightly on the brunette's cheek. "You're so lame."
Hashirama pouted, pulling back. He smiled, though, when Madara avoided looking at him in the eyes, hiding behind the book he was pretending to be engrossed in. The Senju chuckled, stretching his legs in front of him and placing his palms on the bench, the side of his hand brushing Madara's thigh. He closed his eyes, his smile pretty and gentle.
Madara observed him from the corner of his book, marveling at how damn peaceful Hashirama. It was unfair, really, because the raven wished more than anything was to be able to relax. He hadn't had the opportunity in a long time, to look as carefree as Hashirama looked right now, with that galling smile, the breeze ruffling his weird bowl-cut brown silky hair, and with such an easy posture. Madara sighed, closing and placing his book on his lap. "Hashirama."
"Mm?" Hashirama opened his eyes and turned to look at Madara expectantly. The raven didn't return the look, he instead kept gazing down at his feet.
"I-"
"Hashirama-kun!"
Both teens gave a startled jump, Hashirama turning to face the smiling redhead running toward them, her hands full with books. "Mito-chan!"
"Can you help me, please? I'm going to Takanashi-sensei's classroom!" Mito panted once she reached them.
Hashirama laughed, standing and taking some of the books in her grasp. "Of course, Mito-chan! Though, why would a petite girl like you carry so many books without any help?"
"Not everyone's a gentlemen." Mito beamed with a slight blush at Hashirama, hugging the two books she ended up with to her chest. "Let's go!"
"Alright! See you later, Madara!" Hashirama called out to the raven when Mito grabbed his wrist and both began to jog toward the classrooms and away from the now lonely Uchiha.
Madara watched them go with an empty look in his eyes. He silently stuffed his book into his backpack and stood up, hooking it on. He lowered his gaze so that his bangs hid both his eyes, hands clenching tightly onto the shoulder straps.
Did he also mention he hated being left behind, alone?
It reminded him too much of what the world had done to home. It reminded him too much of what his parents had done to him. His mother disappeared the moment his little brother was born, and four years later, his father died out of a terrible disease. He had felt so alone, so afraid of all the responsibilities suddenly thrown at him. But...lately...Hashirama...
"Madara-niisan!"
He blinked in surprise, turning just in time to receive an armful of a wildly grinning pre-teen. "Izuna. What are you doing here?"
Izuna flashed his older brother a wide smile, getting off of him. "I got out early, so I wanted to visit! And I brought you lunch, since I know you hate the cafeteria! And I know you just love my cooking!"
"I see, thank you." Madara couldn't help softly smile as his beautiful otouto kept on talking animatedly about his day after giving him his lunch, both of them sitting down.
Lately, he hadn't been so alone.
Hashirama grinned, watching the two brothers interact happily from his spot behind one of the school's columns.
"You're so creepy, Hashirama." Tobirama spoke, shocking the hell out of the poor brunette, who rapidly turned, dramatically placing his hand on his heart with a gasp while resting against the column.
"Tobirama, you're out early too?!"
"Idiot, Izuna and I go to the same school, of course I'm out early."
Hashirama sighed, relaxing and pouting, crossing his arms on his chest. "You're not in a good mood. Did you fight with Izuna-kun again?"
Tobirama scowled at the mention of the littlest Uchiha, looking away. "None of your business. What are you doing stalking Madara like a blushing anime girl anyways?"
Hashirama flustered, uncrossing his arms and pointing at his little brother with his index finger, a blush decorating his cheeks. "I'm not stalking him! And I'm not an anime girl!"
"But you're still blushing." Tobirama smirked and turned to leave when his older brother began to splutter out words without no real meaning. "C'mon, aniki, stop acting like a moron."
Hashirama huffed, but still smiled slightly to himself, throwing one last longing look at a mesmerizingly laughing Madara, to then proceed to follow his sibling.
