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well, what do we have here?
madara was stopped in his track as his stare landed at something that didn't belong in the pristine forest just a short walk from the village: a haori. even in the dimness of dawn he could tell it's unmistakably belonged to a senju. it was draped over a branch, undoubtedly having tossed by its careless owner.
he approached, intending to take it, when he stepped over a sandal, only the right one. its left was hidden several steps away under a bush. he recognized the knot; he had fixed it himself before he left for a week long mission.
hashirama was nearby. definitely nearby.
not wanting to alert her, madara decided to follow the scattered clothing to a stream. amidst the splattering water, he could hear a soft hum. and there, behind the thick veil of steam was hashirama herself. bathing.
alone. in the wild. utterly naked, if the underwear stuck on a flowerbed was hers, and seemingly defenseless.
he scoffed, grinning. what a joke.
madara turned around, picking up her kimono top and haori, then sat on a branch, waiting. he listened to the chirping birds, the splattering hot stream, until a panicked voice drew his attention.
the grass rustled. without even glancing down he could tell hashirama was busy uncovering the bushes and flowerbeds, looking for her missing clothing. heh. her fault for being so-
"fu-!" madara jumped down. a thick wooden vine nearly jabbed his non armored torso. more thick vines chased him on the ground, all which he could avoid easily.
a sing-song voice greeted him, "there you are, thief."
hashirama stood in all her glory, fingers intertwined forming her signature seal. her hair spread around her body, falling in a seemingly slow motion. she was dressed already... except she left her torso bare.
obviously because her upper clothing was still in his hands.
she rested her hands on her waist, scowling. such a sight to behold.
"good morning," madara said, dodging another array of mokuton attack. "pardon for coming unannounced, though i need to point out your defenses were... non existent."
"you're making me sweat," she hissed, sending more trunks at him, "and i just bathed."
"mm, too bad." madara avoided her attack and ran.
the chase was cut short, however. a vine grabbed his ankle, his waist, then pinned him on the ground with his wrists also bound. a rock grazed his cheekbone when he fell on his back. a laugh escaped his lips as his chaser caught up.
hashirama tilted her head, as if admiring her work. she sat on his waist, smiling. her skin flushed from bathing in the hot stream and the chase earlier, a thin layer of sweat made it gleam. from his angle, hashirama's head blocked the sun.
his sharingan spun awake, recording the moment.
"seems you've taken a liking to my clothes," hashirama said with a sigh, nearly whispering. she ran a hand along his side, undoing hidden knots and buttons which of course she memorized after mending his work shirt so many times.
"and what are you doing now, lady senju?" madara couldn't help but chuckle.
"you can have them," she said, nodding at the bundled haori in his grasp, "meanwhile, i'm taking this with me. surely the esteemed lord uchiha wouldn't let a woman walk back home without any protection whatsoever from the cold morning breeze, no?"
madara raised an eyebrow. "or is that an excuse so you can behold something else...?" he arched his back a little as the mokuton vines dragged his shirt from underneath him.
"as if you've been keeping your eyes away from me." hashirama caressed his cheek, healing the grazed skin. "hahh... as much as i want to stay here and enjoy this scenery," she ran a finger down his bare chest, "i have work to do." she stood, draping madara's shirt around her body.
he pushed his head up as high as possible. "what would people say seeing you wearing an uchiha crest?"
"that i belong to you, what else?" hashirama faced him as she fastened the buttons, allowing madara to catch a last glimpse of her body. "i'll see you at the office." she winked, then walked away.
"oi-unbound me, hashirama!"
hashirama's laugh echoed from tree to tree. "the man i married surely can free himself from such a simple bond!"
hours later, when madara gave his report at the office, the hokage's staffs were treated to an unusual sight of two esteemed leaders wearing mismatched attire. of course, nobody bothered to ask why-if there's something weird and unusual happen in the village, it's usually their doing anyway.
