warning: mild gore, implied suicide attempt, blood
canon-ish
hello i survived first semester!
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"now what?"
madara seemed to ignore her, his back facing her, wild pale hair fluttering in the wind. other than its roar, the world was utterly, completely silent.
she glanced upwards, towards numerous chrysalises swaying from the god tree.
"you've gotten what you desired, madara," she spoke again. as far as she could see, she's the only one left standing, albeit numerous dark rods embedded into her being. the other resurrected kage had been sent back to the pure land, leaving her alone. "now what?"
why did you not let me go like the others, why—?
before she could finish that train of thought madara reached her. gloved fingers trailed her lips downwards, stopping at her chakra core. she watched his fingers disappear inside her, then something burst.
not her body, not the debris of her dead flesh—purely chakra.
madara grinned, silently laughing when he pulled his hand from her body, adorned with crimson droplets. pain blossomed within hashirama.
she's breathing, albeit raggedly. the air knocked into her lungs and she gasped aloud.
"there's no point of doing this," he said, smearing blood on her lips, "if you aren't around to see how i've always been right—"
hashirama clasped her hands, gathering her chakra, but madara stopped her again, leaving her in a half alive state.
she coughed blood. the rods surely told madara she didn't intend to heal—she wanted to kill herself.
"oh don't be naive; i have countless of people. run all you want; i'll drag you back here again." a couple of half seals later, her gaping wound closed completely.
"madara—"
he pulled her into his arms
"the world is ours now, hashirama."