The rain was nice ..
The night was slowly coming, as Hashirama dried his hair . He walked to the room, as he saw his husband with eyes closed, enjoying the rain's sound as he breaths slowly .
' It's nice ... He said as he feels Hashirama next to him .
Hashirama smiled tiredly he felt sleepy as he went closer to Madara .
' Are you enjoying my love .'
' Yes it's like music ... Such harmony ... Such perfection ...'
Madara looked at him .
' Do you like rain Hashirama .'
' I like the smell ... But that's mostly it .' Madara nodded .
' I see ... The smell is nice, but I love the sound more, the feel of it sometimes ... I ..'
Hashirama waited for him to say something, but then it was quiet .' Madara ? '
But Madara was asleep Hashirama smiled as he kissed his cheek .' Sleep well my love .'
Madara dreamed ...
' Big brother look ! ' A small young Izuna said, Madara sat on the ground looking at the scrolls .' Not now Izuna .'
' But it's raining ! ' Said the young boy as he ran outside .' Izuna come back ! ' Madara yelled as he also ran outside, the rain fell quickly on him as it hugs him .
Gently, cold and so peaceful .' Look brother ! ' Izuna said with a smile .
Madara smiled back as both children played in the rain .
' Look brother ! '
Madara wakes up as he heard the voice so close, so real to his ear . The rain was still going, as he noticed he then looks beside him . Hashirama sleeping peacefully, close to his chest .
Madara's heart calms down , as he lays back down he hold Hashirama close to him afraid he will be gone as he close his eyes .
I am looking ... I am listening Izuna .