naruto (c) masashi kishimoto, no profit gained from this fic
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'Fire Shadow'? That's lame.
It was just fitting for him. The fire who protects Fire Country from the shadows. She carved the title with him in mind; unyielding flame that raged through everything who stood on his path.
This is your dream, Sister. It's just fitting for you to be the first who bear the title Hokage.
She smiled through the ceremony and countless people congratulating her. It's just a name, just a title, she told herself. The job that followed was more important.
Congratulations. Madara's handshake was firm and his words were cold. He was there as a courtesy, not as a friend. Tobirama's ever-watchful eyes never quite leaving him, and her laugh was devoid of mirth.
As Hashirama watched him going from the party early, she thought perhaps Hokage did not refer to the fire in the shadows. It is the shadow of a fire blazing so bright that it burned anything and anyone under his gaze.
(and as she pulled her blade from his lifeless body, she knew she had burned along with him)