"What does this case have to do with me?" Something in the pit of his stomach made Madara uneasy. His hands clinched tight into fists as he studied Hashirama's face.

"Not only is it about the drug trafficking but the best undercover agents have all shown up dead from drug overdose. Someone is raising up and taking control in the underground. We need to stop it before it becomes to late." Hashirama looked down at the file open on his desk. Madara gritted his teeth.

"My brother?" Madara asked not liking that Hashirama didn't look up.

"Missing."


Madara & Hashirama (c) Kishimoto

Imperfection (c) Skillet