AR
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the eyes that stared back at her were purple. she rubbed her own, blinking, only to find the window was empty.
someone's breath condensed on its glass.
there's only one person who could pass her guards with an effortless ease. and he's dead.
.
she was among his clansmen, talking with the kids and young shinobi. amidst the blacks and reds, she found an odd pair stood out.
they were purple.
alarmed, she straightened her back, seeking among the crowd. but he's gone.
"lady hokage, the sharingan is always red," said an elderly when she asked the whereabouts of those purple eyes.
she decided she should consult the scrolls.
.
she sat facing the window of her office, occasionally glancing up from her scroll to see her village. roofs and leaves shimmering under the moonlight. she continued reading until she felt a presence. her body was trembling when she lifted her head.
her heart almost stopped.
he was kneeling on the roof, like a samurai before his master, staring into her dark eyes with his purple. his lips formed words soundlessly, greeting her.
"i killed you!" hashirama shouted, rising to touch the glass window where his gloved hand touched. he looked solid, unlike an apparition. the office door opened, prompting her to turn around.
her brother entered. "sister?"
"tobirama, look-" hashirama pointed at the window, but only the village view greeted her sight. "he was here- i swear-"
he picked up the scroll she dropped. "madara is dead."
"i know, but-"
"you killed him. i buried him." tobirama pulled her into a hug.
"no-"
"he's gone, sister. he's gone."
.
when she lay in the darkness of her bedroom, eyes swollen and body exhausted, hashirama found that she wasn't alone.
a pair of purple eyes manifested beside her pillow, descending upon her as a solid figure materialized from utter darkness.
"i'm home, hashirama."
madara's kisses were ashes.