Author's Note: Yet another story in the HashiramaxMadara series "Musk Melon" or "Happiest Dilemma", whatever you find fitting for it. I hope you don't mind me posting these little one shots...if you do, I'm sorry.

Warnings: Past/ Mentioned Mpreg of course. I guess somewhat "idiotic" Hashirama, not a total one however.

Pairings: HashixMada of course. Slight TobixIzu

Summary: Hashirama and Madara disagreed on many things, and a reasonable name for their son happened to be a big one. Yet, as much as Hashirama disliked Madara's taste, he still didn't want to disregard his opinion. However with Madara currently unconscious, and a nameless baby sitting in the living room, Hashirama might just have to disregard the other party's opinion, no matter how pissed he'll be in the end.

"I want his name to mean something." Madara's voice was impassive, as he sipped down warm mug of tea. Hashirama sat at his own desk, sorting and signing papers. The morning had just started and he was already tired. When he had arrived in his office that morning, there was already paper stacked on his desk, courtesy of Tobirama, who surprisingly was not there.

Hashirama, upon noticing that Madara was awake as well, pondered on asking the man to help him sort his own work. Due to their current situation however, Hashirama could see such a suggestion angering Madara.

He only remained silent when Madara entered the room, and sat on the desk with his tea mug in his hand. However, it seemed like the silence was angering the former Uchiha.

"Are you even listening to me?" Madara snapped, bringing Hashirama back into reality. Shodai looked up from his paper's and gave Madara a kind loving smile.

"You were talking about names?"

Madara looked highly disappointed, and Hashirama only guessed it was because he didn't get a chance to insult his husband.

"Yes, I was talking about names." He paused. "And I want him to be named something unique."

"Didn't we go over this?"

"Yes, but we were half away. I want to talk about it, and get it settled now. I already told you I want his name to be Cain."

Hashirama frowned. "I thought I already told you that can't be_"

"I don't care what you think. Really I don't. Besides, he is in my body, therefore I get the say over his name."

"Actually, in this case, since I'm the dominant in this relationship, I get the say. He is being born into my clan, is he not?" Madara's face changed from pure annoyance to anger. Hashirama knew that he had just thrown gasoline on fire, but it was priceless seeing the faces Madara would make when angered. That was something he missed, during Madara's twelve year absence. Yet he knew he could only push Madara so far, in his current state, he was prone to lash out both verbally and physically. While the baby was a sign of happiness and new life, the mood swings it caused for Madara were not something that Hashirama, or anyone wanted to experience. Before the two found out about the pregnancy, Hashirama witnessed Madara's mood swings in action as he nearly slaughtered a group of enemy ninja. While many would think something of that action was normal for Madara , he had toned down since his return to the village, since his return to Hashirama.

That morning, after Hashirama's bold statement, Madara placed the mug down on the Hokage's desk and jumped off. Hashirama rose an eyebrow.

"You're just going to walk away?"

"I do not wish to be patronized this early in the morning, especially by someone like you."

Hashirama rolled his eyes. "I apologize Madara...I didn't mean to get you angry. Please don't leave, I like your company." Madara stood there by the door, motionless with his arms crossed. This caused Hashirama to frown and pout inwardly. Not only had his own day started off terribly, but now he had pisssed Madara off.

"If you turn around, maybe we can call him Cain_"

"Hashirama, I don't need your permission to name my son. I'll name him whatever I want." And with that, Madara stormed off to the master bedroom, leaving Hashirama sitting alone at his desk.

"The Uchiha clan has a strange way of naming their children." Tobirama had warned him that afternoon as the two walked through the local gardens of Konoha. "Trust me, I wanted a Sayuri and I got a Ruth."

"Ugh..." Hashirama looked ahead at the blooming Sakura trees and frowned. "Maybe if we have a daughter, he won't put up a fight if I suggest Sakura."

"To normal for his taste." Tobirama replied, not looking at his brother. "Regardless though, you are the dominant in the relationship, you are the Head of the family. Therefore the option of naming your son should be your choice. As much as I loathe the name 'Ruth', it was Izuna's choice. And because he is the Head of our Household, I respected that. Seriously Hashirama, you need to show some back bone. I know you love Madara, and you're happy he's returned. However, you don't need to let him run over you."

About seven months after that, Hashirama woke up on the couch with a blanket draped over him. As he opened his eyes, he realized just how much his bones and muscles ached, and how exhausted he felt. Even the sun's welcoming rays pained him.

He sat up, ignoring the sound of cracking bones. He then shifted around, moving his legs off of the couch so that his feet were firmly on the floor. As his tired dark eyes drifted around the living room, everything seemed to be normal. However, a soft and panicked murmur coming from the area in front of him, caused every sense in his body to become alert. He heard the murmur once again, looked ahead, then down. He sighed with relief when he noticed a futon mat on the ground with layers of blankets covering a moving object. Feeling relieved, he closed his tired eyes before crashing back down on the sofa.

"What?" Hashirama thought to himself, quickly shooting back up.

If it wasn't obvious before, then it was obvious now that something just wasn't right. Perhaps it was the fact that Hashirama was sleeping on the sofa, instead of in the bedroom, or the bundle on the floor, making strange noises. What was that anyway? Hashirama decided to figure out by lifting the blankets off of the tiny object.

When it finally took a breath of fresh air, and saw the man looking down at it, it squealed just a bit and did a weird stretch thing.

Hashirama rubbed his eyes just a bit, to make sure he wasn't going crazy, and examined the object again. It was a small pink baby, with just a bit too much hair on its head. Whether it was a boy or a girl was a mystery...why it was there in the first place was also a mystery.

Sighing yet again, Hashirama bent down and picked up the small baby, holding it in his arms and trying to make sense of everything that had happened the night before. As he shut his eyes, and let his memories return to him, everything started to make a bit more sense.

Ah yes! He thought, smiling inwardly.

The baby, was his, hopefully...his baby and Madara's? Yes, Madara's...who had it, just the night before, except Hashirama didn't get to see that, the village was under attack, he was fighting. Strangely, Madara fought to, and that's perhaps when Hashirama realized that their baby had already been born. Not just by the fact that Madara had randomly joined him and the rest of the shinobi on the battlefield, fighting the bandits, but that Madara was also a lot skinnier. How Madara was able to fight directly after having a baby...was a mystery, but he did. And that brought Hashirama, and the baby which was probably a boy, to the place they were presently at.

It wasn't even an argument, that Madara had the whole bed to himself that night. The former Uchiha had practically collapsed when he reached the bedroom, he didn't even bother to hold his baby...whom at the time, and during the semi-invasion, was being watched by Hashirama's oldest son by his ex-wife, Mito. Now somehow, the baby ended up on the ground in front of Hashirama, who presently held him. But that was alright...Hashirama didn't mind. As tired and exhausted as he was, he still felt his heart beat much faster as he held his small son in his arms, whom presently closed his own little eyes and went back to sleep.

Hashirama observed everything about his new baby. He stared at his puffy red cheeks, and then his shaggy auburn hair, all the way to the weird grey onesie he wore. He couldn't help but to think what a great job he and Madara did. Their baby was truly cute, he was special, he was...he was...he was nameless. Hashirama could not help but feel dumb, as nearly twenty minutes had passed and he couldn't figure out that his own son was nameless.

"Well," There was a familiar voice from the living room door. "I see that you've woken up...and you've realized your baby next to you as well."

Hashirama gazed up ahead to see his son, Akio walking through the door. He wore a white casual Yukata like his father, while his blazing red hair was tied behind his head. He smiled when he saw the baby, and walked over to him.

"How long have you been here?" Hashirama asked.

"Since last night." Akio replied, carefully taking the baby into his own arms, then sitting down on the sofa next to his father. "Madara is still sleeping...I've been checking on him, and healing him a little bit. He hasn't woken up yet...but, he's doing just fine."

There was a pause between father and son, as they both stared at the baby. Akio itched to top of his head, and slowly shot a glance towards his father's way.

"Well, what's his name?"

"He doesn't have one..."

"I figured that much." Akio handed the baby back to his father, and then rummaged inside his Yukata for something, a letter. "The village needs his name for the archives. You just need to sign it on this sheet of paper." He opened the letter up for Hashirama to see it.

"I don't want to name him...without Madara_"

"With all due respect, Madara wants to name him Cain. While I like Madara's taste, and his will to be different...it's just not traditional. I mean, for a Senju clan leader, Cain_"

"Leader?" Hashirama looked confused. "You're the oldest male Senju, you're going to be_"

"Well, I really don't want to be clan leader dad. I never have, never. Obviously, having a baby with Madara was a blessing because well now, there's someone to be clan leader. However, his name just can't be 'Cain Senju', it sounds weird."

Hashirama, already upset by the news his son just told him, spoke. "But Madara really likes that name, and I don't want to go behind his back, and sign this paper without his consult. I mean...that would hurt him_"

"It shouldn't be this hard to name a baby...I mean, how did you name me?" Akio took the nameless baby from Hashirama once again and stared at him. This time, the baby opened his eyes and attempted to grab at Akio with a confused expression on his face. Hashirama smiled.

"Name him something that means something...Like_"

"Toki."

"Doki?"

"Mion?"

"Shion..."

"Domo?"

"Tomo!"

"Ahg! These names are dumb!"

Hashirama thought about it for a while, thought about everything that happened years before the baby's birth. He knew that before all of this, things were terrible for both he and Madara. Madara, at that time was just trying to find himself. Being gone from the village twelve years after Hashirama "killed" him, he still wasn't completely sure where he was. Hashirama at that time, felt perhaps just as lost, disregardless of his current standings. There was so much hatred and anger that led up to this one moment, this one object , with too much hair.

Still, not only was the object a baby, but he was a promise, he was the beginning to a new life not just for Madara, but for Hashirama as well. He also served as Madara's true reason, for staying in the village, for not leaving no matter how much he knew the other villagers hated him. Madara knew that if everyone turned their backs on him, and if again, Hashirama turned him back on him, their baby would always be there to love him, so no matter what, he always had someone who loved him, who wanted him to stay.

As Hashirama looked at his baby, he already knew that his name needed to be just as special, and as wonderful as he was. He knew instantly, that Madara would protest, but he didn't care. Madara would understand eventually, that his name meant something.

"Yuukanna Senju." Hashirama breathed quietly, taking his son from Akio.

"Yuukanna, for brave?" Akio stood. "That actually seems fitting, both you and Madara are brave."

"Well, I think Madara is more so than I am." Hashirama frowned. "I'm a coward when it comes to most things...if that wasn't the case, then Madara wouldn't have been gone for twelve years, living another life. I would have been able to stick up for him, instead of stabbing him in the back, literally. I hope little Yuukanna grows up to be like Madara, brave and bold, not caring what anyone says."

"That's reasonable naming." Akio smiled. "I'm going to go to your office to get a pen so you can sign the letter. I think the archive owners will like your choice of names..." Akio drifted off and headed out of the living room. All the while, Hashirama began to playfully bounce his baby, waking him up.

"Good morning, Yuukanna! Do you like that name? Sorry we couldn't name you yesterday." As Hashirama bounced him, he heard someone enter the living room slowly, much slower than Akio. Resting his son in his lap, Hashirama looked ahead at the doorway and unintentionally gasped in fear.

If no one knew Madara Uchiha personally, or if no one had ever seen him, they would not recognize who he was if they saw him at that moment, standing at the door. As much as Hashirama loved him, he even had to admit that he looked...terrible. He looked like a pale ghost, a corpse, something out of a horror act.

He slowly made way towards Hashirama, using anything he could for support as if not to fall flat on his face. It took Hashirama a while to actually place the baby on the couch and quickly run over to Madara and help him. As he did this, he felt how thin Madara was...how much of a toll this whole ordeal had taken on him.

"Why aren't you in bed?" Hashirama asked quietly, sitting Madara down on the sofa.

Madara strangely didn't answer, he only stared at his baby with large eyes and slowly made way to pick him up. Sighing, Hashirama pulled a weak Madara into a soft embrace.

"L...let me go...you idiot..." Madara's words were quiet, and slurred, his body trembled slightly as he tried to fight Hashirama. "Let me...let me hold him."

"No! You aren't well, go get more rest and I'll bring him up to you later today..."

As sick and as frail as Madara looked, Hashirama could see the anger radiating in his eyes. "He's my baby...I haven't..." The former Uchiha's eyes slowly closed and involuntarily, he went limp and slumped over into Hashirama's lap.

And there he was again, snoozing just like his newborn baby. Hashirama smiled, and with his free hand, moved some hair from Madara's face.

"You're such a determined fool...if you just would have waited..." He trailed of, bending down and kissing Madara's forehead. "You can see him when you get better, I think you'll like him...I hope you like him."

At that moment, Akio emerged from the door, holding a pen in his hand. A flash of worry went through his face when he saw Madara resting on his father's lap.

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah, just exhausted...can you hold Yuukanna while I take Madara back in the bedroom?"

"Sure." Akio walked forward, holding the pen in his hand. "When you get back down stairs, you can sign it."

Hashirama nodded, as he handed Yuukanna to Akio and took a very fragile Madara in his arms. Slowly, he walked down the hallway, upstairs and finally, into the main bedroom where softly, he placed Madara in the bed and pulled the blankets over him.

"Sleep well..." He again, kissed his forehead.

Seconds later, Hashirama emerged back downstairs with a grin on his face, as he made his way towards both of his sons, and both the letter and the pen on the table.

"So...this is all I have to sign."

"Yes, you should know. Didn't you and Mito have to do this for me?"

Rolling his eyes, Hashirama signed the characters 'Senju Yuukanna.'

Akio then handed Yuukanna back to his father, and took the letter into his own hands. "Well, I guess I'll go and deliver this."

Hashirama smiled and held his baby in his arms. "Yes, you do that."

Yuukanna means brave, just thought you 'ought to know. And I thought you'd all be curious to know how he actually got his name. In stories having to do with this baby, his name is Yuukanna, so now you know how he got it. In the next/final chapter, you'll see Madara's reaction to Hashirama finalizing the name with out his concern. Knowing Madara, it won't be pretty.

Oh and yes, let me explain the way Madara was acting.

He is exhausted, he had a baby the night before, the village was under attack so he felt obliged to fight, and that was like minutes after he had Yuukanna. As much pain as he was in, he felt that he had to help Hashirama, disregarding the fact that he still had birth/labor pains.

SO YES, he is kind of out of it. He just really really wanted to see his baby. He doesn't even really know how the baby looks at this moment, let alone his name.

So, I hope you like this chapter, please review, and I don't own Naruto.

PS: Are there any other HashixMada Mpreg stories? If so, please direct me, I'd love to read some rather than write some for a change. Not that I mind. Also, this small ficlet series takes place after the manga chapter where Madara is killed, twelve years after. In fact, I'm actually writing a story to explain how Madara and Hashirama actually get together after those twelve years, while Madara is in hiding.