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"Oh, you guys having your brother babysit again?" the neighbors peer over the fence, watching as Madara gives instructions to Izuna.
Hashi beams. "Yeah," she says, smiling. "We're having a date night."
"Oh, that sounds like fun! Are you doing anything?"
"Mm, a little of this, a little of that." Hashi's eyes crease into two crescents. "It's been awhile so we're looking forward to it."
"Well have fun," the wife says. Hashi smiles.
"We will."
xXx
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"Do you want me to carry that?" Madara asks, as they start to walk into the forest. Hashi smiles and hands him the weapons bag.
It's nighttime. Once again, they choose a night where the moon is full, hovering like a silver coin over the deserted valley. Madara unzips the weapons bag and hands Hashi her flak jacket - she's already wearing the standard shinobi uniform, blue shirt and blue pants, a kunai holster tied around her thigh - but Madara opts not to wear armor, choosing to battle in his cassock like normal.
Hashi hefts her summoning scroll across her back, then ties her forehead protector around her head. "Ready?"
Madara nods. They walk to opposite ends of the valley and take a stance.
"Oh, I think it's going to rain," the neighbor says. There's lightning in the distance, the sound of thunder crashing. The sky lights up with flashes of white, illuminating the treeline in the horizon.
xXx
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Above them, the sky opens up in a light rain.
Madara is on his back, Hashi pinning him down, a kunai to his neck. Rain falls, and her hair is dripping as she leans over him, both of them exhausted and breathing heavily.
Then Hashi starts to laugh, collapsing on top of him, tossing the kunai aside before kissing and nuzzling his neck. Madara smirks and wraps his arms around her, pleased with their battle even though he has yet to beat her.
They have sex beneath a makeshift lean-to, Hashi just having enough chakra to muster a makeshift shelter from the rain. Straddling Madara's lap, Hashi pulls off the sopping wet cassock and bares his chest, sinking down and up on top of him in a punishing rhythm. His skin is warm and she leans down and presses against him, breathing raggedly and gripping his shoulders for balance.
The valley is quiet. They've both changed into dry clothes from their waterproof weapons bag, a small fire besides their lean-to, keeping them warm. Wordlessly Madara unfolds a blanket from their pack and drapes it over the both of them, before curling on his side and pressing his body tight against hers. He spoons her close, sinking against her back, and Hashi smiles, closing her eyes.