random, canon-ish


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"what if you were wrong all along?"

the snake seal wavered, power ebbed from her veins, and the determination that filled her eyes was replaced with confusion.

"what-?"

madara cocked his head, satisfaction faintly dancing on his bloodied lips. "you heard me." he took a heavy breath; her weight had been trapping him. "what if you're wrong-we were wrong. about everything we used to believe."

her shoulders slumped. hashirama blinked. "i can't be wrong."

"same," madara laughed dryly. "but do tell-is this what you really want?"

briefly hashirama glanced skyward. then, she healed his lips as the roots retreated from his limbs. before she could move, he caught her hand.

"stay here, hashi."

"you know i can't-"

"you can," madara cut in, his sharingan appeared for a second, "i can tell you want this. you keep saying you're going to stop me-"

"i-"

"-but you've been tired." he continued more softly, "you need a release." madara let go of her hand.

they've fought from sunset to sunset, and she was weary. their armor were long gone, their clothes tattered from blows upon blows. she could bind him and drag him to the village where her soft futon was waiting, but...

"ah-!" hashirama clamped her mouth. madara just shifted his hips a little, but it burned her more intense than his fire.

he's right-she didn't want to go.

"no one will have to know, hashi."

they were so far from konoha, from everybody else. they only knew the hokage was away on a solo mission, and would be back as soon as it's done.

the sun was setting.

with trembling lips, she whispered, "alright."

the cave wall they found was cold on her back, but he was warm on her breasts, on her lips, and everywhere else, even inside her, and hashirama wondered if madara was truly a monster, a demon like everyone always said,

like what she used to believe.