A/N: Hey everyone! So this is my first fic...ever. The idea had been in my mind for a while and I just had to get it out... and being a long time reader, I figured I'd take a shot at writing :) The title of this refers to the song by Utada Hikaru of the same name. Though this isn't a songfic, it heavily inspired the mood of this story, hence the title. Hope you enjoy! it almost killed me.

Please note that there with be male/male explicit content in later chapters! You've been warned!

Title: Be My Last
Author: ktrekkie
Fandom:Naruto
Rating: M
Pairing: Hashirama/Madara
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Kishimoto. I don't own anything and don't make money off this.

Senju Hashirama stood facing the situation he had dreaded most. How had it come to this? He was forced to do the unthinkable, to face off in the ultimate battle of skill and strength against Uchiha Madara, who was not only his ultimate rival, but his best friend. Though he wouldn't dare admit it, he had come to develop a unique bond with his Uchiha counterpart.

"Madara, we don't have to do this."

Hashirama stood just metres from his opponent in the center of a lush green field spotted with trees. A river ran off to the east, it's running water within earshot.

"Shut it, Senju! I'm going to put you in your place once and for all!"

Madara clasped his hands, his posture indicating he was ready for battle.

"Why are you doing this? Is it because I was chosen for Hokage? You know that wasn't in my control! Please! Just come back to the village!" Hashirama's pleas fell on deaf ears.

"I am not going back to that joke you call a hidden village! Now quit spitting nonsense and fight me, Senju!"

Madara's anger radiated from his entire body. Hashirama could see he was serious. But the scenery around them gave him a strange nostalgic feeling. It brought him back to the time long ago when he first met Uchiha Madara.

15 years earlier

It was a hot day when Hashirama Senju, heir to the head of the infamous Senju clan, was sent on a routine mission to search out and take out criminals that had been frequenting the area. He had stepped into a small clearing within the forest near the river's edge surrounded by trees. It was at that moment he sensed someone's chakra, their prescence closing in. Hashirama jumped from where he was standing to land on a branch higher up, just in time to see a blur of spiky black hair and the glint of a sword waving where he once stood. Quickly forming seals, Hashirama unleashed his wood style in an attempt to restrain the intruder, but only managed to snag his ankle. The black haired ninja used his sword to slash at the roots that came forth from the ground but unfortunately it was not enough. The roots began to wrap around the sword and up to his torso. With the intruder restrained, Hashirama spoke.

"Identify yourself before I turn you into plant food, ninja!"

He stood over the dark, spiky haired ninja and waited for a response. The boy looked up at him and he saw the distinctive patterned red eyes. Hashirama spoke again before he could respond.

"An Uchiha again, huh? You got a name?"

The dark haired boy's brows furrowed in curiosity. Again? This guy has fought other Uchiha before? Looking at the crest on the man's cloak, he realized who he was dealing with.

"Uchiha Madara. And let me guess.. Senju?"

"Senju Hashirama. Nice to meet you. I must say it's not often you find two heirs to the most powerful clans in Fire Country in the middle of the forest." He crossed his arms in a proud stance.

Madara's eyes widened in surprise. It was no secret that the Senju and Uchiha clans were rivals. Constantly feuding with each other meant many encounters in battle. Being the stongest clans in Fire country, they were constantly pitted against each other as clients hired each clan as they so pleased. But, he was their heir? Madara looked up at Hashirama and smirked.

"So you've heard of me? I didn't realize Uchiha gossip circulated among the Senju."

Hashirama laughed.

"You could say that. I hear you're quite the force to be reckoned with, actually. Then again, you seemed to have fallen into my wood style pretty easily."

Madara seethed and faced the ground. Hashirama was beaming now. To have subdued the infamous Uchiha Madara was not to be taken lightly. But, he wanted to revel in his accomplishment.

"Fucking Senju, I'll take you on anytime when the fight is fair. Not like it'll accomplish anything. I don't see the point all this anyway."

Madara sat there, eyes looking towards the running water of the river. Hashirama eyed him thoughtfully. He knew what Madara's words meant. He had often thought the same whenever his clan has constantly encountered the Uchiha in battle. There truly was no point. The Uchiha and Senju had never truly conflicted with each other, they only fought as being used as the pawns of others.

Sensing that the hostility between them had died down, Hashirama released his wood style and went to sit beside the already sitting Uchiha. Madara eyed him curiously, he freed him? Why?

"You know, I've always thought that too. I never realized anyone else did as well... It's kinda funny isn't it? Who knew we'd end up meeting like this…"

They both stared at the running water in front of them. It was an odd situation really. They were supposed to be beating the crap out of each other by now. And yet, neither felt the need to. Madara finally spoke up.

"You know, I've heard of you too. You're the eldest son that uses wood style and can harness nature energy, right?"

"Yup, the one and the same."

"No kidding"

Hashirama gave a soft smile, while Madara remained passive. He was excited to find someone who knew what it was like. The pressures of being an heir, constant conflicts with the other clan. There was something about this Uchiha Madara. He wasn't as cold and domineering as the other Uchiha he had encountered, he seemed much more open. Maybe he was much easier with a smile too. He'll have to find out.

They spent hours recounting their childhoods, talking about their families, their clans. Madara learned things he never knew about the Senju, while Hashirama was all too eager to learn the secrets of the sharingan eye. Though Madara didn't say much of any secrets, he learned how the eye works in battle and how it's awakened. It was almost sundown before either of the two realized it. Cloaks and weapons were shed and left off to the side long ago. Madara was the first to stand.

"Well, I better be off. I was hired as protection by the mafia gang I assume you were ordered to take out in this area." Hashirama turned to him.

"Right"

Madara brushed himself off and gathered his things. Hashirama began to do the same. They stood next to each other, realizing they must go their seperate ways. Hashirama spoke over his shoulder.

"You know, we weren't mortal enemies, I think we could be pretty good friends"

Madara was taken off guard by the Senju's words. Friends? Was he serious? It wasn't that he disagreed. He actually enjoyed the Senju's prescence. Though, their clans would definitely have something to say about it, but, of course, Madara was not the type to give in to convention.

"You know," Madara spoke. "Our towns aren't actually that far from each other. If you're ever up for a spar, I'll take you on anytime."

Hashirama froze. He wanted to meet again? How can they? Their clans would not take inter clan mingling too kindly.

"Alright then, but where? I can't just go marching into the Uchiha town asking for Madara."

After a short pause, Madara replied.

"There's a small clearing in the forest just northeast of your town. Follow the river to the north and you should find it. I'll be there frequently, I actually use that spot for training alone."

Hashirama couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was going to see him again and possibly train with him. he knew training with an Uchiha would be an invaluable experience for him. His excitement rose, but he made sure not to let it show.

"Alright, I'll be there. I'm going to need some training after this mission anyway. Well, I'm off, its going to start getting cold soon"

"Right."

They stood there unsure of how to go about their goodbye. Hashirama extended his hand to his newfound friend. They shook hands, and Madara wondered if it was possible that someone's hands could feel so warm. Each took off on their seperate ways, a soft smile appeared on Madara's lips as he went.

End flashback

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please review if you like where it's going :) Be gentle though, it's my first time lol