Chapter Eleven - Village's Hatred

"Mada, do you want to tell me what that was about?" Hashirama asked once they were home. Tobirama had gone to the office, he knew that neither he nor his friend were going back to their old ages. They had to grow up all over again, he didn't mind. It meant that he could spend time with Madara. That neither of them had to kill each other and to him, that was the best feeling in the world. He just hoped that Madara would return his feelings. "Were you hiding something from me? Please tell me."

"It's not important," Madara told him while looking at the wall. He didn't want his friend's pity, never wanted it. And who would believe him? After all, he was the monster. The one who only knew about killing and wanted to drag the village back to war. "You should just forget it happened."

"I'm not going to pretend that nothing happened."

"You should."

"I'm not."

"Don't be stubborn Senju."

"He wanted you dead. I want to know what's wrong."

"You haven't heard?"

"Heard what?"

Madara only rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to tell, no one knew about it. After all, both Tobirama and Hashirama were too busy with paper work, so none of them listened to the village's gossip. While it meant that awkward questions wouldn't be asked, it also meant that he couldn't tell anyone. Not without being asked... said awkward questions.

"Come on... you have to tell me," Hashirama said looking at him with large puppy dog eyes, only for Madara to return the favour. Hashirama could only look at his friend's large eyes for a few seconds, before he sighed. He wasn't going to give up, but he had to trick his friend into telling him. "Don't you trust me? I thought I was your friend..."

"You are!"

"But you won't tell me what's wrong."

"I..."

"You don't trust me to help you. Or maybe it's something I've done... I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault that villagers hate me!" Madara only looked at his friend with wide eyes. He didn't want to tell him that, but it had left his mouth and now he had both of his hands on his mouth. Making sure that he wouldn't say anything else, he didn't want to make Hashirama worry. After all, no one knew he was Madara Uchiha, they knew him as Madara Senju, adopted son of Tobirama and Mito Senju.

"The villagers hated you, why?" Hashirama asked. Why would the villagers hate Madara, he was his friend. He was the reason that the village was built in the first place. If he didn't sign the peace treaty, then they would still be fighting each other. "I don't get it. They don't have a reason to hate you. Why would they hate you."

Madara only looked at him with disbelief, was he really that naïve? "They hate me! They think I'm going to drag this village into war, my own clan thinks that's all I'm good for -"

"But... that's not all your good at. Your a kind soul, I know you are -"

"No, they see you as the 'hero' and all I am is the villain. All I bring is death, while you create life."

"I'm sorry, Mada, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. You and D... Tobi were busy with paper work."

"No, I think Tobi knew. It wouldn't surprise me if he did," Hashirama said while climbing on Madara's bed and pulling the small raven into a hug, after all, that man wanted to kill him and if Mito wasn't there. He might've done it, no one would've stopped him. If this didn't happen, then he could've lost his friend. "His always been smarter then I was. I think he had a plan... but there's no point in asking know. I'll protect you, I promise."

"You can't!"

"It doesn't mean I can't try!"

"Why?"

"Your important to me." Hashirama tightened his hug, he wasn't going to let anyone take him away from him. He could only sigh as he looked at the raven. He really needed to stop bottling up his emotions, he looked seconds away from breaking. "Mada, let it out. I promise I won't tell anyone about it, but let it out, before it hurts you."

Madara only looked at him, tears going down his face. He didn't want to cry, but the tightens in his chest made that task almost impossible, he needed to cry. It felt like his heart was breaking, but for some reason he cried into Hashirama's top, cried at the top of his lungs. Out of fear, sadness and anger.

Hashirama only smiled as he looked at the raven. He had cried himself to sleep, but he was only glad that his friend had been able to let out his pent up emotions. He only looked up when he heard a knock at the door, his brother coming into the room. Worry showing in his red eyes.

"What happened?" Tobirama asked looking at the raven who was sleeping on his brother's chest, said brother's arms were around him, keeping his from rolling off. "Mito wanted to come up herself. I told her I would check."

"Mada told he wasn't liked... no, he was hated by the village. Why didn't I know?"

"He didn't want you to know. So he never told you."

"Why didn't I notice?"

"You were busy. And the villagers made sure to leave him alone, when you were around."

"And you?"

"They thought I hated him. Asked me to join in."

"Tobi!"

"I didn't. Told them nothing."

"How can I help him."

"Just be there for him. I've been looking into their curse."

"Curse?"

"Curse of hatred."

"How can we stop it?"

"Show him that his loved. But once you do... don't die."

"Of course not! I plan on dying in my sleep."

"Good. Make sure he dies before or at the same time."

Hashirama only looked at his brother. He didn't know if he was joking or not, but he wouldn't know what the curse was, not completely, after all. They had made the treaty a few years ago and not many would be willing, to tell someone that they had a curse like that. He could see why it would happen, but he hoped that he would be able to pull Madara out of it. He had completed the first step... he thinks he did anyway. If he let Madara show his emotions, when they were home and alone, it would stop him from snapping. "Do you think I'll be able to help him?"

"I think so."

"Thanks... also, I think Madara almost called you 'Dad'."

"We'll talk in the morning. Time for you to go to sleep." Tobirama only smiled. Hashirama only nodded at him, before closing his eyes and going to sleep. He was tired, but wanted to make sure that his friend was alright. He didn't know what would happen, if either of them did call him and Mito 'mum and dad'. If it happened, it meant that he had to watch himself, or hope that Mito and Hashirama would be able to help him.

After all, war would start. If it wasn't for the fact that they were setting everything up and had a peace treaty, they would already be at war. But he had a feeling that in less then thirty or fifty years, they would be fighting against the other hidden villages and he didn't know if he would live through it.