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"you've been well, hashirama."
his voice was raspy, tired, broken-she didn't need more than a glance to recognize him, hidden under the shadows, voice partially drowned by the downpour...
she didn't reply, she dragged him by his hand into her taxi, ignoring the water dripping from his edges onto the seat.
"you're-a disaster."
a wave of his hand, and the taxi was dry as it continued its journey.
"always."
"madara-what's next?"
"where are we heading?"
"your home, maybe?"
he smiled and rested his head on her shoulder.
"i have none. bring me to yours."
a thousand questions popped in her head, the first syllable made to her lips, and-
"i haven't had any good sleep since i came here. save those for later."
she took his hand and pulled his head closer.
finally, it's the beginning.