A/N : Hello everybody ! Since Hashirama started his "founders arc Flashbacks" I have so many Hashi/Mada feels…Reading (wonderful) fanfictions was not enough thought and I kind of make the leap and started a story on my own ^.^
It was supposed to be a one-shot story lining up with a song I love, but after 3500 words I realize I had only done one single verse and said : Queenie, stop. You're not gonna post a 20,000 words one shot in English again without any beta. So here is the first chapter…I hope you're gonna like it ^.^
WARNING : (Sorry but no lemon here!) I had to be honest with you : I'm not a native English speaker and although I read a lot of fanfictions in English, I haven't been in English class for at least 7 years…so there might be some funny mistakes (you know, 'where' instead of' were', really bad sequence of tenses…), so I hope I didn't skipped too much mistakes and that it's readable
EDIT : Beta by Vesta J.C, Thank you so much !
Madara and Hashirama are not my babies…they're Kishimoto's…(snif…)
Chapter one : Heroes
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Madara was standing alone in the principal alley of their newborn village, facing his rival's giant face carved in the rock. His features were bathed in the moonlight as Madara stared for what seemed like an eternity at Hashirama's sculpture.
Madara smirked. He'd just realized that the 'face-looking-at-the-village' thing was so like Hashirama.
"Let's carve your face on the hill, so it's like you're watching over all the kids in our village!" the Senju had said.
"Let's make our village where we used to play when we were kids, Madara!"
"We should stop fighting, Madara. I've sent you a truce, so why don't you reach for the hand I'm offering you?" He had really shouted that time. Madara remembered it easily, as it had not been too long ago. It was just after...
Madara shook his head as bad memories started filling his thoughts, and so he instinctively looked up to Hashirama's figure for comfort. He cursed underneath his breath, again...damn that stupid habit. What was it about that Senju that made his pain go away?
How his gentle gaze and warm arms, the sweet words he spoke with his deep voice, full of concern, and the softness of his lips...always ends up reaching him. It's something that will always be. And, as he thought about it on his way back home, it has always been.
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"I'm so glad I've met you," said a little Hashirama after a quick sparring with his new spiky-haired friend. Both of them were only panting lightly, for their match wasn't really as intense as a regular fight; they didn't want their clans to get suspicious about their activities outside the compound.
Madara wiped the sweat from his forehead and grinned. "Yeah, you know, we all need someone to shout for. I guess you've just found your hero," he joked, pointing to his torso with his thumb. The young Uchiha bent down and picked the flask that was lying at his bare feet in his hand, and drank almost all of it in a single gulp. He paused for a second when he saw the light blush on Hashirama's face. Was the boy so angry 'cause he drank too much? Damn, that Hashirama boy must be from a very thirsty suiton users' clan.
"Hey, don't get mad at me!" shouted the Uchiha, as Hashirama curled up, feeling depressed again. Little did Madara know that his tantrum was going to be Hashirama's favorite play of words in the future…
"I'm not mad at you…" the Senju pouted." You can have it all, I'm not that thirsty."
"Drop the tough guy act already. You're gonna cramp up if you don't get enough water. What would your father say if his dear little sweet and innocent Hashirama came back from 'fishing' with a cramp?" Madara said, emphasizing the word fishing as if the hint wasn't big enough. Because, yeah, they were currently 'fishing' together every week now – and sometimes they did really catch some fish to fool their families and hide their secret meetings.
Hashirama eventually stopped pouting and grabbed the bottle Madara was holding. He drank, not once taking his glare off the little Uchiha. And, eventually, he choked.
Madara couldn't stop laughing as his bowl cut friend was nearly dying next to him. Nearly.
"The great shinobi Hashirama, killed in the prime of his life, by a mouthful of fresh water," announced Madara in a very solemn tone, barely hiding his grin as he tried to sound deadly serious. He didn't have time to turn around when Hashirama rushed toward him with the now-empty flask still in his hand, threatening to hit his head every time Hashirama got close enough to strike him. They ran like that for a couple of minutes before Madara clumsily tripped on a vulgar root and fell on the ground, and was quickly followed by the other young boy who didn't have time to adjust his course and ended up on top of him. They were both panting heavily now.
"You jerk!" barked Madara. "You did that on purpose to land on my god-like features!"
Hashirama, who had stopped coughing, stared at the young Uchiha before bursting out laughing, at which seemed to be nothing for the aforesaid Uchiha. As Hashirama got up from his lap, Madara leaned a hand on the ground and sat up, rubbing his back in pain, clearly annoyed by Hashirama's loud laughter.
"What is it again? I didn't say anything funny!"
"Gahahaha, you're mad!"
"Of course I am! You've just ruined my brand new kimono! Mum's gonna be furious!"
"No, I mean, you're 'Mad'…"
Madara took some time to get the pun. Hashirama's mischievous glare did not really help him, as instead, he found himself staring at him and thinking of how cute he looked when he was trying to annoy him.
"Maddy's mad!" he shouted again, starting to run in the opposite direction where they were previously.
"'Mad' is mad…I get it…" whispered Madara. He smirked as he finally got up to catch Hashirama. This time, he decided, he won't be the one to fall first.
They finally stopped chasing each other when the sun was going down. Hashirama was lying next to Madara with his head on the Uchiha's shoulder, quite impressed when he didn't mind to stay in this kind of intimate position. They both relaxed, listening to the river swashing and their own breathings.
"You know, at first, I thought that it would be fun- for you turning mad, I mean," started Hashirama. "But I realize, if you do get mad someday, I mean, really mad...then we won't be able to spend time together like we used to."
"You're still on that silly joke? Damn Hashirama, not only are your hair and clothes lame, but your sense of humor is, too."
"At least I have one."
Hashirama quickly turned on 'puppy-eyes' mode before he had to suffer from Madara's wrath. Then, the boys smiled again. Hashirama sighed before breaking the comfortable silence. "I wish we could stay like this forever."
Yeah, everybody wants somebody to adore.
"Me too," Madara answered thoughtfully.
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Soon the two friends were proven wrong when their respective clans found out about their friendship. Butsuma Senju and Tajima Uchiha were both lethal enemies and were well aware of the fact that both clans were responsible for their childrens' deaths.
Reality struck them. Hashirama and Madara broke apart with the simple mention of their full names. He was Hashirama Senju. And he was Madara Uchiha.
Later that night, at the Uchiha compound, Madara caught a conversation between his father and his beloved little brother, Izuna. The little one was so fond of his older brother. On their way back home he couldn't stop asking how someone can be stronger than him, not believing that such an aberration could exist. Eventually the discussion between Madara's two relatives ended up by talking about the sharingan he had just awakened.
"You know, Izuna, one day you'll be able to obtain the same power, just as your brother did, today. You just have to find something that you adore and wait 'til it's being torn away from you."
"But I don't want brother and I to be separated!"
Madara could clearly hear Izuna was kind of upset with the news, which wasn't really surprising actually. Madara couldn't help but smile thinking about how much he meant to his little brother.
At last, he could still matter and be a hero figure for someone.
For someone who's not a Senju.
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And then, the hero died when his only supporter died. With nothing left but his rage and Izuna's hatred, Madara desperately threw himself on the battlefield, knowing that even if he was powerful and could handle most of the Senju's clan alone, He would be here. Like always.
And Madara wasn't proved wrong when what seemed to be a very sad Hashirama Senju stood before him. There you go, he was again going to talk about peace and happiness and children and their dreams and bla bla bla bullshit.
"We should stop fighting, Madara. I've sent you a truce, so why don't you reach for the hand I'm offering you?"
Just as expected- Hashirama's bullshit. Why couldn't he understand? There was no way that Uchihas and Senjus could get along. Not with all the hatred and grudges and blood they had on their hands. Maybe Hashirama had enough ingenuousness to forget about the little lovely dead ones, but Madara simply could not. And, as he suspected, most of their clansmen wouldn't either; they were so blurred by Hashirama's charisma and the promise of the end of conflicts that they chose being fooled over being honest.
Hashirama knew all too well that Madara was the most honest person he had ever met.
That's why they fought one-on-one in battle until Madara was lying down to the ground, for the first time.
Hashirama had known- for both of them were top-class shinobi now- how Madara had been feeling during their fight. That's why he wasn't really surprised when his friend spoke those words, just before Tobirama and the other Senjus who had attended the fight came around and broke their small, fragile cocoon.
"You should finish me off."
Hashirama smiled sadly, not really knowing how to handle such a demand from such a close friend. For the Senju, he was and would always be the guiding light, appearing only his front of those who believe in this divine fortune, leading him to his dream – no, their dream. Hashirama had never denied his adoration for Madara, finding in the boy the strength he needed to confront his father and his archaic mentality. Now that he was the head, that people started believe in his – no,their – dream, how could he killed the one from which everything started?
"What kind of man would I be if I kill a hero?" he asked the lying Uchiha. He smirked.
"There's no hero but you Hashirama. I let my brother died before my very eyes, eyes that I don't have anymore. Your childish prediction was right; the moment I took his light, I went mad."
His body was so sore from their intense sparing that Madara only realized now that Hashirama was stroking his right cheek with his thumb, his other hand gently pressed on his opposite shoulder. Was he trying to comfort him?
"For me, you'll always be a hero. Always." Yep, he was trying, and trying hard.
"Drop the good guy act already. You have to kill me. I have willingly followed my path, and failed. There is no future for me, or for my clan, but at least I won't be fooled any longer."
"You're wrong. You can still do something good around you. Everything I have accomplished so far was only because you were the other idealistic idiot on the other side of the river...who cared enough about the future to dare swimming against the tide in order to reach me. You still can do it." Why did his voice sound so soft his Madara's ears? Death was assuredly already messing with his senses. His body was relaxing slightly and he found out, rather amusedly, that even his mind was starting to feel at peace again, exactly like that day, when they were both lying near the river with Hashirama's head on his lap. A little piece of heaven before he would most certainly be crumbling in hell.
Madara looked up at his old friend when he felt the hand leave his cheek and trace his jawline before it landed at the base of his neck. He really looked awful, Madara thought, for the first time in his life- miserable, desperate, at the hedge of tears, and so many things that were so not like Hashirama.
"So, basically," Madara started, "You're asking me to keep on living and accept that stupid truce so that you can make your dream come true and end up being a hero?" Who was the one trying to comfort the other now?
"Our dream," corrected Hashirama. "And we'll both be heroes." It seemed Madara had quite a surprising hidden talent, for Hashirama's features started loosening up a bit and trails of hope shyly shone in his eyes, among other things that the Uchiha couldn't really define.
"I don't want to be a hero anymore. What's the point of being looked up to if I always end up disappointing everyone?"
"Well, do it for me then." Hashirama was much more close now, with his hand brushing Madara's thick black locks out of his gorgeous face. "I promise I won't disappoint you."
"Bullshit. How can I even trust you, Senju?" Madara closed in eyes and tried to get rid of Hashirama's hand running down his hair. He chose to sting Hashirama on purpose to make him go away, but in the end, he knew he would have wanting nothing more than to give in to his friend till the end of his miserable life.
It seemed Hashirama had understood his unsaid request and answered him with a pair of soft lips, kissing Madara's own. Madara's eyes snapped wide open at the unexpected gesture, and felt Hashirama's warm body pressing against his stunned one. Hashirama quickly broke the kiss to look up to Madara's bemused expression before assaulting his mouth again, but this time with more passion, as the Senju's hands wandered from his hair down to his side. Madara would have been really offended usually, but, hell, he was going to die anyway; he could at least answer his friend request before leaving this earth. It wasn't because he desperately wanting to give in- no, really- but he answered the kiss by biting softly on Hashirama's bottom lip. The Senju moaned lightly before licking Madara's lips with his tongue, asking for entrance. He parted his already swollen lips to give him access and soon both of them were lost in their kisses, fighting for dominance. Hashirama first broke the kiss, as both of them needing to catch some air, and placed his mouth at Madara's neck but the shorter man stopped him in the process.
The look Hashirama gave him at that moment turned Madara inside out like nothing before.
"People are coming," the Uchiha said, amazingly calm after they had just so intensely made out. Hashirama seemed to understand slowly, still blurred in his bliss, as he finally but not willingly got off Madara and knelt at his side, away from him. And they waited for more and more of the Senju to arrive, watching them eventually circle around them, until finally Tobirama landed next to his older brother. They waited, with their eyes locked on each other, unflagging.
Madara wondered what it was in Hashirama's glare that warmed his heart so much. He eventually realized just in time, stopping the kunai that was threateningly close to his friend's guts.
It was love.
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The peace treaty was quickly made, just like the village, thanks to Hashirama's Mokuton. So deadly in battle but so useful during a time at peace. They hadn't talked about what had happened that day yet. First, they were rarely alone- there was always a Senju or an Uchiha or another clan's head who wanted to join the village. The Sarutobi's clan head was pretty annoying in Madara's opinion, constantly being around with them. Second, as much as Hashirama wanted to talk about it, Madara did not. Now that he wasn't about to die, it seemed to him that this sort of decision needed some time to be properly thought-out. But he wasn't blind; he had seen a number of Hashirama's glances that often spoke volumes, better than any love-letter he could have read.
One sunny day, just after lunch, both of them were quietly visiting new buildings when Hashirama, suddenly realizing they were finally alone, took Madara's wrist and dragged him in the corner of an empty back alley, and pressed his back on the new building's wall.
"Madara…" The Senju lovingly whispered in his hears, as if he hadn't seen him for what seemed to be an eternity. The hot breath on Madara's neck made him shiver; he couldn't figure out whether it was from anticipation or from excitation.
He stiffened when he felt Hashirama's wet lips running from the crook of his neck to his ear lobe, taking it in his mouth and sucking it, making the Uchiha moan unintentionally. When Madara saw Hashirama's mouth leaving his ear to take his lips, he stopped him, and pushed him hard on the small wood wall behind him, frowning angrily.
"What do you think you're doing, Senju?" he said with a tone Hashirama thought a bit too threatening.
"Well, I just thought-"
"Then you thought wrong!" Madara barked, not letting the Senju finish his sentence. He knew him by heart. He was just too naïve. Did he really think it would be that…easy? That he could press him against the wall and kiss him hungrily without asking him anything? Madara was not a whore, certainly not a Senju's whore, and definitely not Hashirama's whore.
"But that time, Madara, you were…responding!"
"And I thought I would be dead by now so that I wouldn't have to go through that annoying conversation with you!" He really didn't want to sound that pissed, but, Madara was Madara, and at the moment he couldn't find anything that didn't piss him off.
"Listen, I know you might think it's wrong but-"
"It has nothing to do with that. It's not wrong to me, but I need some…time to really think about it." Hashirama, who was kind of tense – if not extremely tense – started to loosen up a bit when he understood that Madara, eventually, maybe, possibly, was considering their…relationship as something more than just friendship. Because that was the real deal: to put the right word on their status.
To Madara, Hashirama had moved from being a stranger with a weird haircut to a friend, then to a weekly training partner, to best friend, to mortal enemy, to first kisser – which was a very abrupt change for Madara, indeed – and finally, to the co-founders of their village. But to Hashirama, Madara had moved from being a stranger with a rather cool attitude to a divine revelation, then to an amazing fighter, to secret crush, to mortal but oh-so-gorgeous enemy, to first kisser – which was a long-awaited change for Hashirama, indeed – and finally to the origin of Hashirama's yearning. Finding a state that would please them both sounded rather complicated at the moment.
Just as Madara was losing his grip on Hashirama's shirt, the Senju gently put his arms around his shoulders and brought him close to his chest. After exhaling the scent of his neck, he took Madara's chin with his hand and lifted his head for their gaze to meet. That damn, gentle gaze again, the one that was starting to melt Madara's composure. The one that was warming up his heart. The one that had saved them both in the past.
When Hashirama opened his soft and very attractive lips again, Madara thought he was going to kiss him. He wished he really was. He wished the Senju had understood his hushed feelings, buried deep inside his heart, which even he had no idea how to decipher.
"I will wait."
And with that, he released his chin and broke the eye contact.
That amazing, startled look on Madara's face as he parted his lips to answer turned Hashirama inside out like no other sight in the world. He felt dizzy again. Maybe he didn't have to wait to taste those addictive, pink lips. Just a little bite, the Senju thought as he bent down, completely hypnotized by Madara's beauty.
"Father, I've found him!" shouted a childish voice close to them. Very close.
The two founders quickly broke apart and hid the blush on their faces before heading to the shouting voice.
"Hiruzen, don't be so loud," said a deeper voice, that likely belonged to the child's father. Madara for sure recognized this annoying Sasuke Sarutobi. Well, considering that he had just taken him out of an embarrassing situation, Madara decided that for the moment, they were even.
"Senju-sama, shall I speak to you about the Sarutobi clan?" he asked. Again? thought Madara. But God, that guy has nothing else to do in his life other than stealing Hashirama from him to talk about his clan?
But wasn't Madara the one who first wanted to get away from his warm embrace? There were two opposing voices inside his head, messing up with his mind, making him completely lost in his feeling.
The Uchiha watched his friend get away with the Sarutobi's clan head with a smile, as if nothing had just happened, as if nothing had ever happened between them.
"You're Madara Uchiha, aren't you?" asked the little boy, Hiruzen, if he remembered correctly.
"Yeah, what do you want?" He answered, still puzzled as he walked out of the little alley, not knowing where he was going.
"I…I just wanted to say that both of you, Senju-sama and Uchiha-sama, are my heroes."
It seemed that the Senju fool had finally reached his dream. Madara smirked before turning around, leaving the boy behind, and leading to the Uchiha compound.
"One day, I really wanted to be just like you." Said little Hiruzen as he watched Madara silhouette disappeared. Madara froze.
"Look at me Nii-san! One day I will be strong, just like you!"
He went back and knelt in front of the small boy, who was still far from his teenage years.
"Hiruzen, right?" Asked Madara.
"Y-yes!" answered the kid, impressed by the harsh tone the founders used.
"Hiruzen, I will tell you one thing: Do not look up to heroes. Such people do not exist. Whatever you think they are, your heroes aren't what they seem. When you've been where both Hashirama and I have been, you'll understand."
Little Hiruzen stood dazed in the large alley, watching Madara's back as he left him on that sour note. The warm hand of Tobirama on his shoulder took him off of his reverie, and both of them joined the Senju headquarters where Hashirama and Sasuke had been looking for the boy.
I don't own "Who's the f*ck are Arctic Monkeys" lyrics.
A/N : Here is chapter one ! I had a really hard time writing 'intimate' sequences…It's my first yaoi story so I'm not really at ease…(not talking about the "I'm not an English speaker" thing that doesn't really help but anyway…
I hope I could get some feedback so I can improve myself to get that story better ^.^ Thank you for reading till the end, despite the horrible mistakes and funny ways of talking e.e
Queenie