Title: Finally at peace
Pairing: Uchiha Madara x Senju Hashirama
Rating: 16+ (hints of male x male relationship, violence)
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto owns Naruto and its characters. Story inspired by Naruto, written by me.
A.N.: I tried to keep the story as much as possible in line with the original story. Some things were left out or in a different order. The only difference I made is the ending.
Introduction: When Hashirama and Madara met they wanted the same thing; a village where children could live without having to fight. Both had lost brothers on the battlefield, leaving the with only one younger brother. Madara and Izuna were always very close, so were Hashirama and Tobirama. But the two clans were ultimately rivals and when the decision for a peaceful city needed to be made there were some different views on how to obtain this.
Chapter 1: When rivals meet.
Madara sat down on top of the big cliff, watching the waterfall while he took a little resting time. Today was another day of battle and it seemed to never end. His father was still out there in the battlefield while Izuna was still at home with their mother because he was too young to be out of the house in times like this. Madara sighed, checking his pouch for kunai and shuriken, seeing that he was almost running out of them already. The Uchiha clan was fighting off an enemy again and Madara just turned old enough to be participating. The cliff was a quiet space where no one would come while the battle was happening. Madara enjoyed coming here, sitting on the rock hard ground and watching the cliff in the distance opposite of him while the water fell down with force from in between the cliffs. When Madara got up and looked down he saw someone at the bottom of the cliff by the small lake, seeming to wash their armour. He thought it looked like enemy armour. He narrowed his eyes and then jumped off the cliff, going way down until his feet were on the lake, using chakra to keep standing.
He saw the boy from a distance and approached him, pulling out a kunai from his pouch while he was still unnoticed. The boy looked about the same age as him and it made Madara wonder if the boy was participating in the battle too, or perhaps the boy was washing his father's armour? Madara activated his sharingan as he was ready to attack the boy, not intending to hurt him but rather to question him so he could decide what to do with this boy. He moved fast and swiftly towards the boy who suddenly looked up startled to see someone in the quietness of the surroundings. Madara ended up bumping into the boy when the boy suddenly made a duck. Madara nearly tumbled over and then ended up rolling around with the boy, trying to pin him down. When he finally managed he pinned the boy's arms down to the ground, panting a little as he watched this unfamiliar boy. "What is your name?" Madara demanded while he was being stared at. The boy lay unmoving under him and seemed to have a gentle expression on his face.
Hashirama looked up in surprise at this young wild guy that had him pinned to the ground. He hadn't expected an attack while he was washing some of his clothes in the river. Out of nowhere the black-haired male appeared and was pushing him to answer his question. Hashirama was unsure if this was a threatful situation or not, so for now he decided to play along with this. "My name is Hashirama." He said, not giving away his last name because he didn't know if this boy belonged to the enemy or not. "And yours?" He asked, curious to know who could manage to pin him down like this. The boy seemed to narrow his dark black eyes at him. "Madara." Was the reply that Hashirama received. He chuckled a little and wondered what the boy was going to do next since he was not retreating yet. "Are you fighting the battle?" Madara asked Hashirama. Hashirama wondered if he should lie to the boy. If he told him the truth he might get killed. "Are you, Madara?" He asked in return. The boy snorted, obviously annoyed by not getting an obedient answer to his question. Madara pulled back, grabbing his kunai and holding it out to Hashirama in case of a surprise attack. Hashirama gently moved to stand and dusted some of his clothes off a little.
For a while it was silent while the boys merely watched each other. Neither of them seemed familiar with the other, but then again they didn't exchange any last names. Both of them were unaware that the other was the next clan leader. "Well seeing as you won't answer my question I shall just have to follow you and find out myself." Madara said sarcastically. Hashirama chuckled at this, finding it rather adorable that the boy had an attitude about it, seeming to pout like a little child when he wouldn't get what he wanted. "If that is what you wish Madara." Hashirama said, smiling. He found himself liking this boy and his name. Madara was very beautiful for his age, Hashirama thought. Hashirama went over to the lake and his pile of washed clothes as he leaned down to pick them up, carrying them and looking at Madara while passing him and heading into the woods towards his home. It was dangerous to have Madara follow him into his clan since he had no idea what his clan's reaction would be. Perhaps the boy was planning an ambush at that. Madara just followed after this brown-haired youngster, wondering what clan he belonged to. The forest was quiet here, unlike where the battle was located. Madara was looking around, trying to see if he saw anything familiar to find out more about Hashirama.
"Say Madara, do you think the battle is necessary?" Hashirama asked when the silence had lasted long enough. He was curious about Madara and what his opinion would be on the matter. He looked over his shoulder seeing that Madara was still following at a safe distance behind him. Madara quirked an eyebrow at the question, then lowering his eyes in thought before replying. "It is and it's not." Hashirama sighed a little, really this boy did not give him any straight answers. "Do explain, Madara-kun." Hashirama said, using an informal way of addressing to Madara. Madara narrowed his eyes in slight annoyance. Why was he explaining his opinion to Hashirama anyway? Something about Hashirama made him want to talk about it. "Well the enemy has to learn that my clan can't be beaten as easily as they think it can be. They were in the wrong which is why we must teach them this lesson." Madara started his explanation. "But it would be nice to have a peaceful place…" Madara almost mumbled that part but Hashirama caught it. "So, you want to have a peaceful village?" Hashirama asked, to see if this boy wanted the same as he wanted himself. It was quiet for a while and it made Hashirama look over his shoulder again while he halted. They were almost arriving at the village where his clan lived. Madara halted as well, looking at Hashirama. "I've lost three brothers in battles. I only have one left. Wouldn't it be nice to have a peaceful village where children wouldn't have to fight and die at such a young age?" Madara asked while he watched Hashirama and his expression. Madara and Hashirama were still young themselves but they had already seen the bloodshed that happened in battles. So many men were lost and families were broken apart. Hashirama seemed to smile about something, which confused Madara. "I'm glad you think that." Hashirama said with the smile still curving his lips. It was what Hashirama wished to establish once he would take over from his father. A village of many clans that could live together peacefully. And through cooperation the village could expand and become a safe haven for many new clans as well. Hashirama turned a little to where his village was. "Maybe one day it will be like that." He said softly while he looked up to the small houses by the end of the forest. Madara stood watching Hashirama. He knew where the boy lived now so he figured to go back to the cliff and then to battle again. Madara turned around and started to walk away. Hashirama noticed. "Madara?" He called out softly. Madara turned slightly, watching Hashirama. "Come and meet my family." Hashirama asked, hoping that it would convince Madara to spend some more time with him. He was enjoying their new developing friendship and hoped that their friendship could maybe bloom over the years. Madara chuckled, contemplating the offer. "Alright, but I have to go after that." Madara said, walking back to Hashirama and following him into the village, looking around until they arrived at a fairly large house.
Hashirama walked in while Madara followed after him. Tobirama, Hashirama's younger brother was sitting in the living room playing games with a school friend. Madara watched him, thinking about his own younger brother who was probably very bored being home along with mother. "Tobirama, I've brought a friend." Hashirama said as Tobirama looked up and narrowed his eyes immediately at this supposedly new friend. Tobirama wondered why Hashirama brought him to their house. He knew exactly who Madara was. Madara glared back at Tobirama, getting a bad feeling about going to Hashirama's house. Hashirama chuckled. "Come." He said and then walked to his room, putting the washed armour up to dry. "Mother and father should be home soon too." Hashirama said, wondering about how to entertain Madara for the time being. "Would you like to play shogi?" He asked, but Madara shook his head while he scanned the room. "I should probably leave, Hashirama." Madara said, knowing that his father would need him after the battle. He was already walking out of Hashirama's room, walking up to the front door when suddenly Hashirama's parents walked in. Hashirama quickly went after Madara, stopping behind him when Madara froze in the hallway. "Madara?" He asked quietly before looking at the door, watching his parents come in. Madara seemed to be in trance almost so Hashirama shook his arm a little. Hashirama's parents froze as well, seeing the black-hair boy standing in their house.
"Hashirama, what is the meaning of this?" Hashirama's father demanded. Madara was glaring more and more, which confused Hashirama. Why was his father so upset all of a sudden? "This is my friend, Madara." Hashirama said. His father turned angry and opened the door wide. "I will not have the enemy in this house. Leave now or I will attack you." Hashirama's father said, looking at Madara with furious eyes. Hashirama blinked and followed Madara who seemed to almost run out of the house and to the forest. Hashirama had a hard time keeping up with the boy who ran so fast. "Madara! Wait up." Hashirama shouted but the boy wouldn't stop until they were deep in the forest. They both panted a little before Madara angrily pushed Hashirama's shoulder. "You're a Senju!" He said loudly. He was angry, but couldn't be angry because he couldn't have known Hashirama's last name. He just went into enemy territory and he was lucky to still be alive. "I can't believe it." He said and turned away, starting to run again. Suddenly it hit Hashirama as well. Enemy? Their only enemy right now were the Uchihas. Was Madara an Uchiha? They were known for their beauty… Hashirama stood standing in the forest, watching the boy run off. So much for their friendship he thought and sighed. Why of all people did this boy have to be part of the enemy clan?
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