Madara does seem to be a little OC, but that's okay I guess? We haven't seen too much of what his younger self was really and truly like. Thank you for reading!

Ebony hair was stuck to his face from sweat and tears, and his body was beaten and bruised. Madara faintly heard the click of a door and looked up to see Hashirama walk in. "Oh god. Are you alright? Let me-"

The eldest Senju closed the door behind him, and Madara crawled backwards to the wall. "Don't touch me!"

"You're hurt. Let me help you; I won't hurt you. I promise I won't," Hashirama said.

Madara practically roared at him, "Fuck off! I'm not some frightened dog!"

With his hands raised in front of him, he said, "I know you're not. But even the strongest people will need help sometimes."

When Madara didn't reply and his glare lightened up, Hashirama deemed it safe to get closer to him. He squatted down in front of the Uchiha- who immediately covered his lower region with his yukata- and started using his chakra to heal his noticeable bruises and cuts.

After being completely silent for a few minutes, Madara said, "Will you answer a question of mine?"

Without looking up from the wound he was focusing on, he said, "What is your question?"

He hesitated. "Nevermind..It doesn't matter. It's not important."

"Go on. I'm curious as to what you want to know."

"Did they kill my brother?" he asked.

Hashirama stopped healing him and froze in place. After recovering from the shock of the question, he forced out an answer. "I don't know. I haven't heard about your brother." Hashirama continued with healing him, "..There, I'm done."

Madara met his gaze and blinked once before slightly bowing his head, "Th..." He hesitated. "Thank you, Senju-san."

"Just call me Hashirama. We're close in age, so...It would be weird," he said. "Can I call you Madara?"

The Uchiha bit back an insult, "I don't care. Call me whatever you want to call me."

Hashirama rubbed the back of his head before continuing, "I could get you to the showers if you want."

"What for? I have nothing to offer you."

"How about your friendship? I want you to think of me as a friend rather than an enemy," he said with a grin.

"Foolish Senju... Friendship is something that can't be given. It's something that has to be earned through trust and experience."

Hashirama shrugged his shoulders before standing straight up and offered his hand to help him up. "Then trust me, and this can be our experience!"

Madara hesitantly took hold of his hand, slipping on his yukata "I don't give out my trust that easily," he paused for a second, "...Hashirama."

Hashirama opened the door before answering, "Neither do I, but I would like to put my trust in you, and vice versa as well." Madara didn't answer other than nodding his head ever so slightly before walking beside the Senju.

It dawned on him that if he wanted to run, he could right now. The only thing holding him back was that his chakra had been blocked, and he couldn't access it. He had spent his hours of isolation trying to concentrate on his chakra, but it was all in vein, the block wouldn't budge. His logical side told him to stay put until his chakra was back, that way he could outrun them. Possibly even fight them if they followed.

Hell, who was he kidding? His father hadn't the time to train him properly before he died, and the most he knew was a clone jutsu and a fire jutsu. That wouldn't get him very far at all, in fact, he would probably be captured within a mile of running.

Hashirama broke the silence between them, "The showers are in here. I'll sit outside the door, but I'm right here if you need anything, okay?"

Madara nodded as a way of saying thank you- something he wasn't used to doing- and stepped inside the bathroom. He immediately stripped the yukata he was wearing and stepped into the shower, turning the water to as hot as he could bare.

"Hey! You should tell me about yourself! I know almost nothing about you!" Hashirama said.

"What do you want to know?" he asked.

"How old are you?"

"Sixteen in about a week."

"A week? When's your birthday, then?"

"December the 24th."

"Do you have a favorite color?"

"Not especially, but I do admit that I am keen to red."

"What about your family?"

"My father is head of the clan, my mom is dead, my elder brothers are dead, and Izuna, well..I hope he's alright."

"I apologize..I didn't mean to..."

"Don't...start apologizing."

"What were they like?"

"My father isn't around all the time, but he is my role model. I always want to do my best for him. His praises are something of a rarity I don't get often, and when I do it makes my day. I don't remember my mother, but I can still remember her scent; she smelled of roses. Then my baby brother..he.." Tears started falling down his face, and he struggled to make his voice not shake. "He is my world. I love him more than life. I would do anything for him. He may be a pest at times, but he is was so innocent in this hell we live in. I don't think I could bare living without him.." He had to wait for his breathes to even out before getting out of the shower.

"I'm so-"

"I told you to not start apologizing."

Hashirama continued on, "I have a younger brother, and I... It's unbearable to think of ever losing him."

"I don't think he's dead, but I'm terrified that there's even a chance that he's not with me anymore.

"Of peace. Even as the crimson stained his white innocence, the little fool was thinking of peace." He collapsed onto the ground sobbing, unable to hold it in.

Hashirama stepped inside and got in front of Madara, pulling him into a hug. "I don't think his ideas were foolish, you know. I wish of peace, I don't want to fight."

Madara spoke softly, "I've spoken too much. How foolish of me. Letting my emotions show."

"You're a human, not a tool. You have emotions; it's unnatural for them to not show."

"Unnatural perhaps, but emotions are a weakness. They cloud your judgment, impair your vision."

Hashirama placed a hand over his heart, "Strength comes not from the size or speed of a person, it comes from the heart."

"I wish I could just change my beliefs like that; I wish I could believe in something like that."

"I don't expect you to, but perhaps one day..?"

"There isn't going to be a one day, you fool. I'm going to die sooner than later."

"The elders won't execute you. I'm sure they won't."

"Do you even know who I am? I am Madara Uchiha- heir to the Uchiha clan, son of Tajima Uchiha. Your elders will have me six feet under without any kind of a chance."

"I didn't know you were heir, but I don't think they will execute you. You misunderstand the Senju. Most of my clan want peace. We want a peace treaty. There are a few..like my father..who enjoy fighting, but the majority want peace with the Uchiha."

"Peace will never happen. Not on this Earth. There will always be disagreement, hate, greed."

"Work with me then. Why put the idea down before even attempting it?"

"Perhaps things will settle down one day, but there will always be battles. Maybe not physical ones, but the ones you cannot see, those are what you should really fear."