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To GeniusStranger777, I decided to do a Madara x fem!Hashirama cuz, despite that being the biggest pairing I haven't written anything that's really about it yet. So here it is, hope you like it. I'll probably do a Madara x fem!Tobirama sometime soon.
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Family in Crisis
-When Madara pays a midnight visit to his ex-wife Hashirama he finds that she has one more reason to hate him for leaving.
Warnings: Madaraxfem!Hashirama, slight OC (oh you'll see…)
It had been almost six years since he left their beloved village but Madara still remembered every turn he had to make to reach his ex-wife's study. It was late, about four in the morning but Madara was sure Hashirama would still be awake, it was Friday and when he was back in the village his ex-wife would always stay up really late on Fridays to finish her paperwork and then sleep in on Saturday mornings. He saw no reason for her to have changed her routine but if she had, he smirked; she'd get a pretty rude awakening.
He wasn't here to fight her; even he wasn't crazy enough to pick a fight in the middle of a village where there were other shinobi to get in the way and innocent villagers to be hurt.
As much as he wanted the village destroyed Madara didn't feel the need to risk innocent lives to pick a fight with his ex-wife when he could just as easily pick a fight with her without risking anyone.
And Hashirama was like a lioness protecting her cubs with those villagers. No, Madara was just here because he wanted to confirm or deny if their village was going to war with the Hidden Sand Village.
Madara smiled slightly as he slipped down the corridor and peered around the corner, the door to Hashirama's study was in view. She was supposed to have guards, her younger brother had insisted on it, but she had probably sent them away the moment Tobirama had gone to bed.
Madara supposed he could see her reasoning; she was the strongest fighter in the village, why would she need guards?
But he could see Tobirama's reasoning too, guards could warn her if her ex-husband ever decided to pay her a 4am visit.
He was so focused on the door that he almost missed the slight presence behind him. But he didn't, he whirled around, sharingan activated, hand reaching for his katana.
A kunai, poorly thrown, whizzed past him, he glanced down to see a little girl, no more than five years old, wearing a long black nightdress, glaring up at him with big, black, Uchiha eyes. She was pale as marble, they all were, and her shaggy black hair hung down to her waist in exactly the same manner his did.
"Who are you, why are you sneaking around my mama's study?" The girl asked in a childishly suspicious voice, glaring at him, her full lower lip pouting outwards. She obviously had a little shinobi training, being able to sneak up on him and throw a kunai at him but she was no ninja. She was far too young; Hashirama never would've allowed it.
She was absolutely adorable, Madara decided, but her question confused him, the study belonged to Hashirama, didn't it? So she'd had a kid? With an Uchiha? She always was an Uchiha lover. I should know.
Still, he decided to ask, "Is your mother the Hokage?"
The girl nodded.
"Is she Hashirama Senju?"
Another nod.
"Do you think you could take me to her?" Madara asked, he had no idea what was prompting him to talk to this girl –he wasn't here to socialize with children!- but he felt oddly drawn to her, as though he should know her, but he didn't.
The girl nodded and took his hand, she needed to have the 'don't talk to or go anywhere with strangers' rule impressed on her a little better.
Madara mentally rolled his eyes. Definitely Hashirama's daughter… with another Uchiha.
He tried to ignore the rage, jealousy and hurt that flowed through him at that thought. He had no right to feel those emotions.
"What's your name?" He asked curiously, as the girl lead him towards the door.
"Kawa," she replied, Kawarama was the name of one of Hashirama's younger brothers who had died when they were all children, Madara remembered.
"How old are you Kawa?" He asked, relieved she hadn't asked for his name.
"Five." The girl didn't seem to be much of a talker.
Must've gotten that from her father's side, thought Madara, smirking. Then he frowned, the hurt returning, he hadn't been gone for six whole years yet, Hashirama must've moved on pretty quickly. That or Kawa was actually his-
Madara dismissed the thought with a mental snort, yeah right, as if.
If Kawa was his daughter, he'd know about it.
They reached the study door and Kawa raised her free hand to knock, "Mama?" She called.
"Kawa? What are you doing up? Come on in honey." Hashirama called. Madara smirked again, his ex-wife's ability to sense chakra was as non-existent as ever.
Hashirama looked up with a warm smile as they entered. Once she caught sight of the man holding her daughter's hand the smile froze on her lips and Madara saw true fear, fear for her daughter, enter his ex-wife's eyes for the first time ever.
"Kawa come here," Hashirama ordered, her daughter obediently dropped Madara's hand and ran to her mother. Hashirama fell to her knees and wrapped her arms tightly around her daughter, the part of her that was friend, wife (or ex-wife at least) and rival to Madara knew that he would never hurt an innocent child for any reason.
But the part of her that was mother to Kawa was having a hard time reconciling with the fact that her only daughter had been so close to the most powerful missing-nin the world had ever and probably would ever know.
After Hashirama stopped shaking she stood and motioned to another door behind her desk, "go wait in mummy's room for a bit will you? I'll be there in just a moment."
Kawa nodded, looking concerned, with the empathy possessed only by small children she could feel her mother's fear.
Giving Madara another curious look -she had never seen her mother act like that- Kawa slipped past Hashirama and opened the door behind her with both hands before slipping inside and shutting the door.
Once Kawa was gone Hashirama walked around her desk, keeping herself between Madara and the door behind her, and approached her ex-husband and rival.
"Madara," she greeted pleasantly.
Madara's words stuck in his throat, he'd planned to come in here, mess with Hashirama's head a little, find out if he needed to ally himself with the Hidden Sand Village or not and leave. But seeing her here, no fighting, no harsh words, in the Village that they had both once loved so much…
It reminded Madara how much he had once loved this woman. How much he still loved this woman.
A feeling which was apparently completely one-sided, he gestured with the door Kawa had gone through, "so. Who's the lucky man?"
Confusion flitted over Hashirama's open face, "I'm sorry?" She asked.
Madara nodded at the door, "Kawa. You obviously got lucky with someone."
True irritation crossed Hashirama's face and for a moment she looked exactly like her annoying brother, "oh, so that's what you think is it?" She snapped. Hashirama settled her right hand on her hip and played with the ring she wore on a chain around her neck.
Madara focused on her left hand, on her ring finger was a simple silver band, set with a row of small diamonds. He recognised that ring, it was the one he had put on her finger when they'd gotten married almost nine years ago. She'd never taken it off, he realized.
The ring on the chain around her neck, the one she was playing with, was very similar in appearance, except it was bigger and the diamonds were smaller. It was his wedding ring, the one he had given back to her on the day he had left.
"Well someone has to be her father," he pointed out logically.
Hashirama still looked unamused, but Madara thought he caught a glimpse of hurt in her eyes, "yes. You're absolutely right about that Madara; someone does have to be her father. But I never 'got lucky' with anyone after you left."
Madara quirked a brow, "what does that mean?" No. It couldn't mean what he thought it meant...
Hashirama approached him and laid a hand on his chest, "she's our daughter Madara, mine and yours."
He knocked her hand away, "liar!" He eyed her with disgust. "Wow, you'll say anything to bring me back, won't you."
True wrath appeared in Hashirama's eyes and Madara was afraid she might slap him. "As I recall, that's the exact same thing you said when I told you I was pregnant. You know, just before you disappeared for four years and I didn't know if you were still alive." She glared at him, "is it that hard to believe Madara?"
Yes actually, yes it was. His head spun, our daughter. Our daughter.
He opened his mouth, there were so many things he wanted to ask, they all came tumbling out of him, "what's she like? When was she born? Was she born healthy? Does she want to be a Ninja? Who does she take after more, you or me? Do the other Uchiha accept her? Does the Village know who her father is?"
Hashirama rested her hand on his chest again, feeling his racing heartbeat, "why don't you stay and find out? Come back Madara. I know you don't want to hurt our people, and we...could be a family."
He took a deep, shuddering breath, "you know I can't do that, the Village-Tobirama in particular-"
"My brother will understand, he may not like this, but he will understand. He does know what love is Madara."
Sometimes I wonder about that, he thought, but didn't say-he wasn't here to argue about Tobirama, that subject just annoyed him.
"No." He said simply, he didn't want to argue with her.
Hashirama's eyes shone with unshed tears, "do you still love me? Did you ever love me?"
One of the tears slipped down his face and he brushed it away with his thumb, "yes, always." He knew it would be simpler to lie to her, but he couldn't. Not about this.
Madara caught Hashirama's chin and lifted it so he could stare into her eyes, he could hurt her with his sharingan this way but she stared back fearlessly. "I'm sorry."
He left, throwing all of his plans out the window, he ran. Again.
Hashirama clenched her fists at her side and fought not to break down into tears, "damn it," she hissed. She fell to her knees on the study floor. A single sob escaped her.
Kawa pressed her hand to the wood of the door, wanting to run to her mother. She might only be young and didn't understand some things but there were others she understood perfectly well.
That man was her father.
She wiped away a single tear as her eyes glowed red. Later Hashirama would cry and cry when she saw the sharingan staring back at her from her five year old daughter's face. Her five year old daughter who had activated her sharingan from the pain of losing her father. Again.
Daughter to father, daughter to father,
I don't know you, but I still want to,
Daughter to father, daughter to father,
I ain't crying, but part of me's dying...
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