Madara's eyes widened as the blade pierced him, the warm, metallic taste welling up in his mouth. Blood trailed from his lips as he stared, wide-eyed, at the other. Hashirama looked to the other quietly, silent and solemn.
This was not how it was supposed to be.
The Uchiha felt himself growing weaker, and he fell to the ground, closing his eyes and bracing himself to hit the ground. He was ready to go, to see his family again. It was what he could accept, if it meant he could finally be at peace.
Though the impact never came.
Madara was barely aware of himself being taken away. Back to Konoha.
When he opened his eyes, he glanced around, frowning at the enclosed space he had found himself laid in. A soft sigh alerted him to another's presence, startling him. Trying to get up, Madara cried out in pain, panicking slightly.
"Hey, easy now…" The brunette sighed, gently pushing Madara back down on the bed. "I don't want to have to restrain you…" The Uchiha's eyes went wide as he stared at the other. "You…" What was going on? Why was he here? He growled at the other.
"It took some convincing, and some people still think I should have left you to die, but you have been returned to Konoha. Of course, your chakra has been sealed for the time being…" Hashirama explained quietly, glancing away. "But I just wanted you to return home…"
Madara frowned slightly. This is not what he wanted. This was just another form of being oppressed, or so the forsaken Uchiha leader had decided. "You should have killed me," He responded harshly. "But no, instead you humiliated me and forced me to come back…!"
"Madara…"
"No! I don't want to hear it, damn Senju!" The Uchiha hissed, glaring at the other. Hashirama just bit his lip, trying to stop the tears that had threatened to well up in his eyes. Madara turned away. If it had been anyone else looking like that, he'd have made a comment about them being weak.
But this was Hashirama, and there was never any way that he could call the other weak. Not after all they went through in their lives. "Why didn't you just leave me, Hashirama…? I mean… I was going to destroy this place. I was fighting to kill this time."
"You fight to kill every time," Hashirama pointed out with a shrug. "You were confused and you weren't in your right mind. You had forgotten about the dream…"
"Your dream."
"Our dream. I know what I said back then, but I had to do something. I can't be soft on you, just because you are someone I favour…"
Madara just rolled his eyes. "You are too attached. This is why this can't work-" The Uchiha was silenced as lips were pressed to his. He flushed faintly, pushing the other away. "Get out…" He growled at the other.
Hashirama just shrugged, standing up and leaving the room. "I'll be back in around an hour to check on you and change your bandages. Don't try and move or I will have to restrain you," He responded, smiling at the other before exiting.
Madara growled lowly, frowning a little. This wasn't going to work out. But he couldn't do much until the seals were released. When Hashirama returned, Madara had decided to play nice. For the time being.
