It was a normal day in Konoha. Menma was enjoying the warm sunlight on his skin and the grass underneath him.
The Hashirama trees were in bloom, so that meant yummy apples. The tree walked up to one of the higher branches and grabbed an apple.
Tsunade would sometimes think back to when she was young. Tobirama and Madara mainly reminded her of them when they would argue. Actually, Tsunade had never seen Menma unfused.
Tobirama was a scientist. He liked to learn. Madara was reluctantly along for the ride and Hashirama was there, too.
Those two had always taken the spotlight when together, but, well, she hadn't been there when it happened but she was told it was a destructive mess- well, more like they were.
After that those two would never be seen without the other in at least fifteen meters, there was nothing official but everyone could see it.
For that they were isolated, no one who didn't know them before wouldn't go out of their way to talk to them.
People didn't like them together, but they didn't care. It seemed they felt most comfortable in each other's arms.
But Madara lost it and, well, he was never seen again and neither was his smile. That's one of the reasons she hated Madara Uchiha.
For what he did to her uncle. He deserved a happy ending, not going MIA and never finding his body.
She glanced back at the mountain and remembered her Uncle. She needed some sake for this.
Kakashi was alone. He walked the training grounds, remembering the time he would never get back.
How Obito would get angry when he would insult him, how Minato Sensei would smile whenever Akai was around.
Rin would try to stop them from causing too much of a commotion and from spreading panic throughout the village.
Kushina would use this as an excuse to teach them how to dance.
Gai had taken them both as rivals.
Those were some of his golden days, he hoped the same didn't happen to Menma.