Second chapter, no beta yet.

Madara

Hn.

In Madara's view, this world is full of idiots, who wouldn't give a fuck and throw away their humanity so easy, just to satisfy their greed and their lust, for power, for money, for anything they wished for. And it made he laughed. They said they wanted peace, but they fought and killed their own kinds. What a joke when the only thing they seem to care was themselves. Thus, the war happened, for many years and it would continue no matter what, the cycle of hatred, nothing could break it. Old or young, female or male, innocence or guilty, it just didn't matter, they would fall, life taken, and the ground wound tainted with blood. And there was no one to stop this, because heroes don't exist.

Still.

This world doesn't need a hero. And for peace to actually happen, they need a villain. Someone who was powerful enough to kill all the trash, who dared to go against the idea, and thus, used fear to control people. Only then, they would stop fighting and killing. Only then, peace would come.

Madara isn't a good person. No. Unlike that fool Hashirama, he wasn't that naive. At some point, the Uchiha believed Tobirama and himself were more alike than they ever know, as they both someone who would use their brain, someone who focus on reality, while Hashirama would be someone people called as a dreamer. But no one could deny his power and strength. He may dislike Hashirama, for betrayed him, but he respected the man for his power.

Perhaps, when he was young, Madara had dreamed and believed that such things could be gained without tears and blood, but as he grew up, as he saw just how cruel this fucking world is, he just couldn't believe it anymore. Though, he never thinks that it would take away his brother, his last brother, the last member of his family. Izuna was his everything, there was no word to describe how much he loved his brother, and yet, he failed him. He knew this was war, he knew that anything could happen, but, because Izuna was almost as strong as himself, he had allowed himself to be careless and he paid the price.

He was never the same after Izuna's death.

Despite everything, he didn't stop moving forward. It was better than do nothing. Tried to see the world the way Hashirama see it. Tried to make it better, so no one could live a life like them, like him, like Izuna.

Unfortunately, he failed again. Madara knew he was slowly broken. Hashirama was someone he considered a friend, a brother, perhaps also the last string that connected him to this world, to his sanity, someone that could give him hope. But, even so, Hashirama couldn't see it – how the Uchiha felt, and Madara was pushed to his limit... Thus, the string snapped, and there was no turning back.

(But is it really like that?)

Small whisper at the back of his mind. And he knew, it wasn't far from the truth. Despite his hatred for the man, Madara could still see it, how they worked so well together... It was nice, to have someone understand you, unfortunately, said person was also his enemy. Their relationship, it was hard to explain, they could work together, but only when it was important enough, otherwise, they would scream at each other, almost as if they wanted to kill the other. Beside, it wasn't like they believe there was something between them. Tobirama. Madara knew he should kill the man, not only because Tobirama was the one who killed Izuna, but also because of what the man had awaked inside him many years ago.

He didn't like it, and he wanted to destroy those emotions. But it just wouldn't work. The feeling still there, like roots, pierced through his heart, wrapped around it. But, fortunately for Madara, Tobirama loathed him, and always argue with him. It helped the Uchiha to focus on his hatred, instead of those feeling.

[Love and Hate. Two face of a coin.]

And then he left.

Left his Clan and Konoha behind. Because it was no longer his home. (And he found himself wonder, where is his home then?)

He didn't regret it. Even though it was Hashirama's friendship that kept him stay and sane until now, but as time passed, it was no longer enough. Hashirama still just a friend, not family, not like Izuna, and not enough. This empty feeling, Madara didn't think Hashirama could understand it. It was the same, wasn't it? When the man moved on after the lost of his brother. (It wasn't easy, but Hashirama just that kind of person, never stay back, never stop moving, full of energy). Unlike Madara.

He spent time ignored those pain, hoped that he could become better, and clearly it wasn't working, so why wasting his time even more? Enough. He wanted to try his way, and perhaps... If it works, he could see Izuna again, and maybe more than just that. (Somehow, he could saw a white-hair male, with small smile, looked at him as if he was everything...)

It wasn't exactly like how he planned though. Because he never expected Hashirama to pull that trick and stabbed him. He should have died. But he didn't. Because Hashirama wasn't the only one who had trick under his sleeve. Still, Madara had made sure he was 'killed' by Hashirama, and without a body to bring back. This way, he could go on with his plan without being chased after. It was a nice plan.

(And he found himself once again thought about that bastard Senju. How would he takes the new? Happy? After all, Tobirama hated Madara, everyone knew that. But deep inside, he had hoped that his death would somehow affect the man. Then he snickered, knew it was impossible, never know just how wrong he was...)

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He didn't know why, but the white-hair Senju kept appearing in his mind – when he wasn't working hard enough to forget everything. It wasn't that bad though. Hn... To be honest, it was pleasant. Because in his mind, the Senju wouldn't glare at him, or try to kill him. Under the shadow of the branches, Tobirama would look at him, and somehow, the man smile at him...

He still remembered the first time they met, or rather, the first time he saw him. Had to admit, the man was quite good in hiding, that didn't help Tobirama though as Madara had more experience than him. Although he couldn't sense it at first, but after a few time, he would notice that Hashirama had someone tailed him. He didn't tell his friend though, as he was curious. It was pure luck that he saw him, and when he did, he was grateful. White beautiful hair (with a much more cooler hairstyle than Hashirama at that time), eyes as red as ruby, and a look that made he wanted to take the boy away. Well. Uchiha tend to enjoy people with red eyes, it was beautiful after all, and remind them of their sharingan, of blood... Too bad, Tobirama belonged to Senju. If he wasn't, Madara probably would kidnap him. (And made him his bride. The idea was nice, the white-hair Senju would look wonderful in Uchiha's traditional clothes).

And when he could have a full view of the boy at that fight on the river. Damn. Even better than he had thought! With that fucking smirk on face, Madara had wanted to steal him away from his family, to break him, to make him his. (Although he was young, he wasn't naive. And kid that time was much more mature than nowadays)

Madara knew it was impossible though, because they are enemy, and because Tobirama clearly hated Uchiha. So he pushed it down, focus on his hatred, to make himself dislike him. (It clearly didn't work though, because years later, Madara still thought of him)

But.

There was nothing to lost now, so why he even care? Maybe... Once he had planned out everything, he would come back, to take what was his, and give himself a present as well. It would be fun to break him, and rebuild him, or perhaps, with his sharingan, he could... Ah, where was the fun if he spoiled it now? (And a small voice in his mind whisper, it would be better if the could make the proud Senju actually fall for him... Madara ignored it though)

Indeed that was a good plan. A small smirk found it's way to his face, as the man opened his eyes, Sharingan spinning madly, dangerous and deadly, but unable to look away, as if captured by said eyes. He could heard himself chuckle at the thought of owning said Senju. No need to rush though, after all, there was a lot things needed to be done first.

Now then,

Should we dance?

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He didn't expect he would come back that early though.

Hn. Right, he had returned to Konoha, but only because he had some business here. The village still the same though, even if a year had passed, even if more clans had came and joined the village. Seem like Tobirama had finished building the ninja system, it wasn't hard to notice though. He couldn't deny the fact Hashirama was a good leader, because under his lead, the village seem to become bigger and stronger, but no doubt Tobirama was also there to help. After all, although Hashirama was good with convince people, Tobirama was the brain.

Despite that, he still able to enter the village and made his way to Uchiha's compound, and once there, the Uchiha sneaked inside, grabbed what he need, destroyed what he must. It wasn't like those traitors would know though, only Madara and Izuna knew about that, but he couldn't take the risk. Those traitors just didn't deserve it anyway, so why keep it there for them?

As he finished it all, he knew h should left right away. But at that moment, he stopped and hesitated.

(How is he now?)

He asked himself, about Tobirama, as he was curious about the man. Without him, would Tobirama became happier? Such a pity he wasn't there to see the man's reaction when the news of his death reached him, but he could somewhat find out now, right? Thus, he made his way to the Senju's compound, wasn't that easy, just like when he sneaked inside the Uchiha, because those damn Senju was rival with Uchiha, of course they weren't like those trash around the village. Still, imagine his surprise when he found himself sneaked in just fine, seem like there wasn't many Senju there tonight, mission perhaps?

As he continued, he found out Hashirama had left the village for his work as Hokage, explained why the village seem weaker tonight, just perfect for him. It was pure luck that Tobirama stayed in the village to protect it instead of following his brother.

Hn.

Seem like Fate was on his side, but then again, Madara wasn't one who believed in fate, it was probably because he chose the right moment to go back.

Madara didn't come too close, as he would hate to be caught by Tobirama's sensor abilities, but with his Sharingan, it wasn't like he couldn't see anything from this spot. But once again, he found himself surprised by what he saw. First, Hashirama was out of village, thus there was no problem to sneak in (Still, if the man wasn't out, Madara knew he could still sneak in, harder, but nothing could stop him). And now, he found a drunk Tobirama.

The white-hair Senju was leaning against his window, with a bottle of sake in his hand, eyes half closed, almost dizzy, and cheek flushed due to the alcohol. He didn't expect this though, as Tobirama was clearly a workaholic, it was rare to see the man allowed himself to get drunk like that, because it would definitely affect his work for the next day. What could made the man drowned himself in sake though? Curious, Madara made his way a little closer, Sharingan still actived, perhaps because he wanted to stay on his guard, or maybe he just wanted to record this moment. And as he focus on the sight in front of him, he saw just how messy Tobirama's clothes was, enough for him to see the skin underneat, and fuck, it made he felt like the first time he had saw him.

But grown-up Tobirama was ten time better than little Tobirama.

Cheery lips, somewhat wet due to the sake, slightly part, as if invited him to ravish it. He could saw the skin under his clothes, although there was scar, but it only made everything better, as he would love to lick on the scar, to dig his nails and scratch on those. Then there was Tobirama's neck and collarbone, he wished to bite down on there, to leave his mark on him, red and purple, bet it looked amazing against his skin. Swallowed hard, he knew he needed to stay came, or else he could put himself in danger and blow his cover away.

But fuck. As if Tobirama could actually felt him, the man sudden called out his name. Although his voice was a little shaking, and unlike usual, there wasn't any hatred in it.

"Madara"

Simply, but he could felt so many things behind it. It wasn't because Tobirama had sense him (As the Senju didn't move), but because he missed him, longed for him. Eyes widen, as Madara didn't expect that, yet it was actually happening! Tobirama had just called for him, and his eyes, there was so much sadness, as if the man was broken without his existence. He just couldn't bring himself to believe it though, because he had thought the man hated him, loathed him, but seem like he was wrong. Madara must praised Tobirama for his skill in acting. He believed, the Senju also had some feeling for him, why would he missed him if he didn't then? But really, if only he could grab Tobirama, or perhaps kidnap said person with him. Too bad, he wasn't that stupid, especial when he still had too many things to do. He just couldn't do it, to blow away his cover, to show himself again to the world, to Tobirama, when he had finished nothing.

And at the same time, he wasn't planning for someone else to steal away Tobirama, his Tobirama. If the man hated him, it would be more easy for him, as he could focus on his hatred and ignored him, but really, after he had acknowledge of his feeling, and saw Tobirama became like that because of him – which clearly told him that Tobirama probably also felt something for him, it wasn't like he could forget everything.

Would he let go? Of course not. Tobirama was his, and he would made sure that even though he was 'dead', Tobirama could never able to forget him (Not like Tobirama could anyway).

It was selfish, but it wasn't like Madara gave a shit. This was how he loved, how an Uchiha loved. To break down their love's wings, to tie them down, so they could never leave them. Such twisted love...

As the Sharingan began to spin, to form into Mangekyou Sharingan, his lips curled up, into a small smirk.

[Ah... Let's the game Begin, Tobirama.]

End Chapter 2.