AU


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they were going to open the cave. hashirama was late.

she came as soon as she heard the news. she had updated the warnings, she had checked the seals. how these humans-?

no, they only saw it as a legendary battle site happened eons ago. of course they had no idea the cave was trapping an immortal within.

a dangerous one keen to wipe out humanity.

she could see it, the shadows of an army she brought to stop the calamities he caused in the forgotten past, the people she barred from marching, but did so out of their love to her, their leader, and it was she alone who sealed him...

she remembered his face, the times they spent together when everything was merrier. she had burned these memories; the person she spent her past life with wasn't the same person she sealed in the cave. the one who would emerge from the cave...

by the time she arrived at the digging site, it was dark and full of media crew. no wonder, the cave was long revered as a sacred place. how is she supposed to get past them without her long-unused power?

from deep in the cave, the screaming started. an explosion, then cloud of dust swept over the media, more screaming, the air temperature rose sky-high...

hashirama found herself stood alone among the dead, her clothes singed into tatters. everyone else fell around them, knocked out by an unseen force.

an attack came from the front. she had no weapon but her body, something sharp slashed her arms. nevertheless, she continued deflecting-

"you're weaker now, hashirama!"

something hit the back of her head, and everything went dark.


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she opened her eyes to the ceiling of her studio apartment.

her singed clothes were replaced by an oversized t-shirt. it was worn backwards. underneath, she wore nothing else.

"if you're asking," a voice said, "i tracked your steps, met your neighbor downstairs, one who has bad eyesight, who thinks i'm your husband from another country, and kindly leaves us some of her food."

"...you put her under genjutsu." she felt dread running down her spine. "have you undone it?"

"i know how to be discreet." before she managed to stand, he was on her bed, straddling her. his torso was bare, and he wore a yellow sweatpants she just washed earlier today. "it wasn't a complete lie." his lips pulled aside in a silent mockery. "how many years have it been, hashirama?" madara held her arms, lowering his head towards hers. "how many years you spent in a cold bed, absent from my touch?"

"madara-?"

"where's the merciless goddess who once rallied the entire realm to banish me?" he asked again, sighing close to her neck. "does humanity never met a monster worse than me, that you've grown accustomed to peace?"

when he lifted his head, his eyes were red, but hashirama gazed into him, freed her hand to pull him into a kiss. it was short, a spur of the moment.

"hashira-"

she silenced him with another kiss. "i missed you."

red eyes blinked at her. madara smiled. "did you forget how to avoid my genjutsu too?"

"you gave me a concussion." hashirama lay on her side, sharing the pillow with him. "the last time i saw you was in the battle ages ago. now you're here, wearing my sweatpants. i need time to process this." her fingers made a familiar gesture. "you just put a genjutsu so light, so unlike your usual... i know your powers haven't return-"

this time it's him who silenced her with a kiss.


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"so," hashirama whispered, "are you still adamant about destruction?" her oversized shirt and yellow sweatpants were on the floor, haphazardly thrown during their tryst.

"i'm hungry. do you have game meat?"

"my head still hurts."

"you seemed fine when i fucked you earlier."

"i needed to place precautions on you." she sank into her pillows, smiling.

madara narrowed his eyes. he blinked several times, but his eyes remained dark.

"welcome to the modern world, husband." hashirama yawned.


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i kinda forget where was i going with this