Summary:
Madara was at her breaking point, with no-one else to turn to. Finding her alone in the rain, Hashirama wished that everyone could see how wonderful the Uchiha truly was.
Pairing: HashiMada
Length: Words
Rating: PG-13
A/N and Warnings:
The warnings are for genderbending the characters. Theme is "Hurt and Comfort". Italics are Madara's thoughts, or what she's heard from people whispering.
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She had found herself alone, outside in the stormy weather. Her hair fell over her face, sticking to pale cheeks, but Madara ignored it. Her mind was occupied with other things, her own thoughts turning against her as they often did.
Monster, she's no better than a beast. She's just a murderer, she lives only for hatred and lies.
She wants to enter us in another war. Such a paranoid little girl…
After all she had done, she didn't think she would be able to continue, not like this. Even if she tried, what was the use of this? She heard all of the rumours, and she couldn't help but to listen when people whispered as she walked by.
Her hands are stained with blood. She's mad with power. It's to be expected though. Women cannot handle power. She was only a woman after all.
Hands moving up to her ears, Madara wasn't sure if she was screaming, or if it was just her mind. But her thoughts continued to move on, reminding her of the whispers she had heard, listening at doors.
Was this really what they thought of her?
Hashirama is the perfect leader, and such a wonderful woman. She's so modest and soft-spoken. She does not deserve to have to deal with such a tainted, rotten woman…
Madara is going to ruin her. She always ruins everything she touches…
No, that wasn't true, it couldn't be. Hashirama had always treated her so kindly, and assured the Uchiha that she had been doing a good thing for the village. But, was it all a lie…? Were those whisperers right?
Madara will only bring the village down. She will taint Hashirama, and the village.
She's a monster.
Didn't you hear what she did to her own brother? She murdered him just to steal his eyes. And for just a bit of power.
How low… what a monster that woman is.
How is she still a leader…?
The rain suddenly stopped, causing Madara to look up. She gasped as she met the warm smile that could only belong to Hashirama. The Senju had held an umbrella over the raven-haired woman's head.
"You're going to catch your death, Madara…" The brunette murmured, her expression becoming concerned as she brushed the Uchiha's soaked hair from her face. Madara remained silent, though she flinched slightly as she felt the warm wetness in her eyes.
"Oh, Madara," Hashirama wrapped her arms around the Uchiha woman, holding her close. "It's okay," She stated softly. "Don't listen to them. You're Uchiha Madara, you're the strongest person I know."
Shifting back, Hashirama looked to Madara, giving her a smile. Her words had been sincere, and she hoped that Madara would listen to her. The woman deserved better, and Hashirama only wished that people would see what she saw in Madara.
Without Madara, after all, Konoha would never have existed in the first place. If only people would remember that.
"Let's get you out of the rain, anyway. And we can take a bath together…~" Holding onto Madara's hand, she led the smaller female back into the warm.