prequel to previous chapter. happy valentine's day!
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people always assumed it was hashirama who loved him too much, and madara who couldn't love her at all.
little did they know it was madara who loved her too much, and hashirama who couldn't love him at all.
senju clan's prowess wasn't love; it's compassion to anyone and anything. clan member or not. humans or animals. hashirama's compassion, well, encompassed everyone. no exceptions.
the war-oriented uchiha had their sharingan grew not from hatred; but from love. people thought they had little; the truth is they have so much, but given only to select few.
madara gave all his love to hashirama.
but hashirama couldn't love him back.
sure she tended to him, cared for his well-being, birthed their children, held him without being asked, but it was so cold, so lifeless,
as if he was anyone else.
"we're killers, not lovers. shinobi musn't experience love," she said, lying on his chest as they woke before dawn. "i was trained not to let it grow. weren't you?"
"we were," madara lied, burying his fingers in her hair.
he knew he'd die by her hands.