Well looks like a three shot. At least. Sorry.

but at the end there will be a surprise ;)


Hashirama found Madara in a field a week later. She let out a loud whistle, and a bird descended from the sky and alighted on her leather covered arm. Madara held out a pale hand and the falcon dropped what looked like a squirrel into her palm.

"Good job, Hiro" Madara said pulling a scrap of meat from a pouch and feeding it to the bird after the squirrel went into a different pouch. She turned slightly "Hello, Hashirama"

"Good morning, Madara" Hashirama greeted. He smiled at the bird on her arm. "I didn't think you were an animal person."

"I'm not" She elaborated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But I adore my birds. Hiro's my favorite"

"He's cute" Hashirama said. He put his hand forward toward Hiro "Aren't you, little guy?"

Hashirama's cooing ended when Hiro nearly removed his fingertip. Madara shot her old friend a glance "Don't talk like that to my bird"

"Sorry, Madara" He chuckled. "Did you train him yourself?"

"Mhm" She said with a faint undertone of pride. "do you want to feed him?"

"sure" he said with a smile.

Madara dropped a meat scrap in his hand. "Mind your fingers"

Hashirama held out the meat. Hiro snatched it out of his hand, ate it quickly, and then nipped at Hashirama's hand.

"I don't think he likes you much." Madara observed.

Hashirama proceeded to go into a depressive state. "Oh..."

"I would have thought you'd resolved your random depression issues" Madara said idly scratching the bird under it's beak. "Besides, Hiro really only likes me. He knows that I'm a reliable food source, therefore he's utterly loyal. So what did you need to talk about?"

"I just wanted to thank you again, Madara"

She smiled slightly. "You saved my brother. And I will never forget that."

Hashirama smiled and Madara stroked the feathers on Hiro's back. "Lets go again." with that she held her arm up and Hiro took to the sky.


.:.:.:.:.


"So I came up with the title for the leader of the village" Hashirama says with a grin. "Hokage. Because they'll protect the Land of Fire from the shadows. What do you think?" He asked.

Madara shrugged her shoulders. "Alright"

"so what should we name the village?"

Madara found a leaf on the ground. She idly twirled it in her fingers. "How about Konohagakure?"

Hashirama sighed and went into a depressive state. "You have no imagination...you just saw a leaf and came up with it..."

"Well it's not like 'Hokage' is oozing with sex appeal!" Madara screeched. "And more importantly you still havent resolved your random depression issues!"

Madara smoothed her hair. "So was that all you needed to talk about?"

"Oh right!" Hashirama said, snapping out of the depressive state. "About the Hokage. I think it should be you"

Madara turned, surprise on her face. "you want me to be the leader...?"

"I couldn't think of anyone better then my best friend" Hashirama said patting her on the back. "I was thinking we could carve your face into the cliff side, so you can look over the entire village."

"Uh..."

"Though we might have to make a few alterations, seeing as your scowl can make grown men crap themselves"

Hashirama laughed, Madara twitched.

"Why me?" she asked. "I was only barely able to protect my clan and brother."

Hashirama flicked her head "Shush you"

Madara responded by wacking the back of Hashirama's head. "Don't tell me to shush"

He laughed "So what do you say?"

"There you are!" Tobirama exclaimed. "The heads of the country need to speak with you"

He saw Madara standing next to his brother and said in a low voice "Madara"

"Tobirama" Madara said lowly.

The two shinobi scowled at each other until Hashirama diffused the tension and left with his brother.


.:.:.:.


"So your going to be the Hokage?" Madara asked, leaning against the door frame. "I'm happy for you, old friend"

Hashirama looked up from the paperwork. "Madara you heard...?"

"Obviously" she said flapping a hand dismissively. She pulled a box out of her robes and tossed it to him. He caught it deftly. "This is for you"

When Hashirama opened the box he found a simple crystal necklace. There was a blue-green crystal with two small steel balls on either side of it.

"Oh wow" Hashirama said putting it on. "Thanks Madara"

She'd already walked out of the room.


.:.::three months later::.:.


Madara scowls at the elders sitting before her. Two are from the Uchiha clan and the other two from the Senju.

"It's been months, and your just now talking about a political marriage?" Madara says incredulously.

"Yes, it would create a solid bond that would serve the peace treaty well." A Senju elder states.

"Besides this is a unique opportunity seeing as how neither the Senju or the Uchiha have had a woman act as the clan head until this point." An Uchiha elder adds.

Madara bristles and lets loose a wave of killing intent, enough to make everyone within the room cringe a little.

"And what would you have done had I been a man?" Madara asks in a low, sinister voice.

"Madara..." Hashirama murmurs. "You need to calm dow-"

"Why should I?" Madara hisses.

"Madara-sama, your actions are comparable to that of a child." An Uchiha elder sniffs in an annoyed tone.

"And last time it was hormones right?" Madara says sarcastically. She stands, smooths her hair, and states. "I have had enough of this rigmarole"

She walks out of the room. Hashirama could tell she was livid.

"Excuse me" He says with a small bow, before standing and following Madara out.

When he finds her she is on the balcony, angrily tapping her fingers and looking furious.

"Hashirama." She says turning to him. "Spar with me"

He blinks at the sudden request, "Mada-"

"Spar with me!" She demands, her Mangekyou activated and spinning.

Hashirama holds out his hands in a placating gesture. "Fine, we'll spar."

Madara reaches out and grabs his wrist dragging him off toward the cliff where Hashirama's head was engraved. She angrily stomps up the cliff side, her long hair and robes trailing behind her. Hashirama followed, knowing that she just needed to blow off steam. She did the same thing when they were children.

She dropped into the stance and then charged at Hashirama. In a matter of seconds it escalated and all an outside observer would have been able to distinguish were blurs.

"Weak..." Madara spat out. "They think I'm weak" A kick to Hashirama's head that he blocked. "pathetic" a punch to the face, sidestepped by Hashirama. "a joke" Madara jumps up and bares down on him. "Just because I've got different reproductive organs than they think I should have...!"

Hashirama swung at her. "It is very stupid"

Madara pauses for a moment and Hashirama hit her square in the nose. There is an audible crack and Madara squawks at the impact. Her nose starts to bleed and she just says "You bastard"

"Sorry." Hashirama says walking over. He focused healing chakra into his hand and put it just in front of her face. "Ready?"

At her nod he bends the nose back into the correct position, while healing it simultaneously.

"Better?" he asks when he's finished. He was referring to her mental state as well.

Madara just nods.


.:.:: Two weeks later::.:.


"Hashirama!" Madara screams, running foreward going through hand signs for a katon jutsu. The Yuki clan member caught him unaware, and now Hashirama is sinking quickly in freezing water thanks to his heavy armor and leg injury

The katon jutsu quickly dispatches the ice user. After shrugging off her own heavy armor and taking a deep breath, she dives in.

The water isn't deep, and her sharingan can see Hashirama at the bottom, fingers tugging on his armor straps. She can tell he's running low on oxygen. Madara uses him as an anchor as she tears his armor off. He's completely limp by this time.

She swims upwards, with one arm wrapped around his chest and hooked under his arms. She bobs to the surface like a cork, and she can already see the reinforcements advance and wipe out the rest of the enemy.

She drags Hashirama toward the bank, kicking her legs as she pumps them with chakra.

He's pale, not moving, and she practically throws him onto the bank. She kneels next to him and pounds on his chest, trying to force that accursed water out. "You idiot" she hisses at him.

Then she clamps his nose shut with her fingers and locks her mouth onto his and breathes for him.

More pumping. Another round of breathing.

He splutters and coughs as the water dribbles out of his mouth and trickles down his chin. His eyes open and he looks at her. "Mad'ra...?"

She brings her hand across his cheek, no where near as forcefully as she could have. "You idiot-Senju..." She glared at him, but her sharingan faded to black once again. "You couldn't have dodged that?"

"S'rry" he mumbles trying to smile.

Madara hauls him to his feet, but his extremities are not even close to cooperative. Damn oxygen depletion... So without thinking she turns and arranges him on her back. He's still not in full control of his limbs, so he only just manages to put his arms around her shoulders. She walks past her younger brother and Tobirama. "I'm getting him out of here" she says, her tone daring either to argue.

They don't and she takes off with Hashirama still on her back.

Once their in a tent, and in a safe enough place, Madara yanks off Hashirama's shirt, and ignores the cold seeping into her bones.

Madara is using chakra to increase the temperature in her hands and runs them up and down Hashirama's arms, trying to get him warm. He's still shaking and his teeth are chattering.

"You idiot..." Madara hisses at him. She pulls out a sleeping bag from her bag, grumbling under her breath the entire time about idiots going off by themselves to play hero. "Pants. Off. Now."

"w-wha-at?" he manages through chattering teeth.

Madara channels chakra to her fingers and cuts the pants off. She glances at the wound, and wraps it in gauze. She points at the bedding she unpacked. "Get in the sleeping bag, moron."

He obeys, because Madara can be downright scarry when she's like this. Then she pulls her shirt over her head and kicks out of her pants and climbs in beside him, before zipping it up around them.

"M-"

"One word,Senju" Madara snarls looking at him with the Mangekyou activated and spinning. "One word, I dare you."

He chuckles. "Y-your re-really wa-warm"

Madara rolls her eyes and scoots closer to his alarmingly cold body, draping an arm over his chest and wrapping her legs around his, circulating chakra through her entire body until Hashirama stops shivering.

"Thanks" He tells her

She's looking at the canvas roof of the tent. She's trying hard to ignore a warmth behind her sternum that has nothing to do with Chakra.


..:::two weeks later:::.


Madara wants to murder him. The feeling in her chest never went away and she knows it's because of him. The bastard.

She wondered how she let him slip through her defences like that. She hates him for it.

Then after a particularly involved spar between the two of them, the unexpected happens.

She kisses him.

Not nearly as gently as she had when they were children. And for what ever reason, he never pulled away, in fact he actively participated.

Things move much more quickly after that day. Madara wonders how long she's been in love with Hashirama Senju.

He knows when it happened for him, though. It happened on that cliff when they were twelve. With her hair dancing in the breeze and that big smile she wore.

That is when he realized he was in love with Madara Uchiha.


:::six months:::


The wedding is a quiet affair. Only Tobirama and Izuna as well as an elder for the Senju and one for the Uchiha are present at the shrine to watch the two leaders exchange vows and sake, leave the sakaki twigs as offerings, and finally kiss.

Izuna is disgusted and Tobirama agrees wholeheartedly.

But it's official. Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju have been married.


So there will be at least one more chapter in this shit.

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- Scathach