Chapter Five- Time Out

Mito looked at the seal that Tobirama had given her. It wasn't one she had seen before, so she had to break it down it see what it would do, since he didn't tell her but he did look at his children as they drew with crayons.

She was starting to think that he was hiding something from her. Not she'd blame him, if the seal was anything to go by. De-aging. Something that was hard to live from, since all the cells in the body weren't meant to reverse on themselves, but at the same time. If they person did live, they wouldn't be able to go back to their old age, not without losing a few years of their natural life.

"Mada, stop!" Hashirama yelled from the living room, Mito closed her book and went into the living room, to find Madara sitting on his brother slapping and pinching him in the face, with dark red checks.

"Madara, stop," she said walking to them, however, Madara didn't stop instead he continued and she just sighed as she picked him up. "For hitting your brother and not stopping when I told you to, you can sit in the corner for two minutes, don't move until I get you."

Madara only looked at her as sit him in the corner, turning him around. When she left he looked behind him as she took Hashirama from the room. He stayed for about three seconds before leaving and picking up his book, the one that Hashirama took from him.

Mito sighed as she took the book. She was a sensor, so she knew when he left the corner and she could tell this was going to be like pushing a bolder uphill. Not saying anything she put him back in the corner, before going back to helping Hashirama with some of his Kata's and handseals.

Madara only looked at her. She had caught every single time he left, so he stopped but now she wanted him to say sorry! He didn't do anything wrong, Hashirama started it. He only looked at her and crossed his arms, she just rolled her purple eyes and left.

"Stupid Hashirama," Madara muttered crossing his legs and yawning. It was lunch, but that meant he didn't have to eat or take his damn nap. After a minute Mito came back with Hashirama behind her.

Madara only rolled and his eyes, turning to face the wall behind him. He wasn't going to say sorry, he was Madara Uchiha he never said 'sorry', never. Only Izuna could make him feel the slightest bit of guilt and Tobirama had killed him.

"Madara you need to say sorry to Hashirama," Mito told him. She didn't know that two year olds could be stubborn, yesterday he was an angel. Then again, she didn't have to see what happened when it was close to his nap time. She was also sure that he barely got any sleep last night, another she was going to have crack down on. "If you don't you'll be here for another minute until you do."

Hashirama didn't say anything, he only looked at his friend. He wasn't used to Madara acting so young, but then again, he blamed the seal. He was sure both of them did. Terrible two's and three's. He was starting to be glad that he was also caught in the backlash of it, since he knew that he wouldn't have been able to do this.

He's break as soon as his friend started to cry. Letting the raven get away with it, since he didn't have the heart to let his friend be upset or angry.

"Madara," Mito sighed but he looked at her with large eyes and then at Hashirama who looked to be in depression, he was sitting down and a black cloud was over him. She blinked and looked at the two of them. She was surprised when Madara stood up and pull the depressed boy into a hug.

"Sorry." Madara hated that Hashirama could make him throw away his pride and apologise, he had forgotten about it, since the last time this had happen was when they first met. It was a forgotten memory of better times.

He had pushed them to the back of his mind. He had to, or else he wouldn't have been able to fight him. Not while he thought of him as a friend, it wasn't worth the pain if he ended up killing him.

Mito only sighed, she looked at the time and knew it was time to have them eat something, going into the kitchen she made sandwiches. Hashirama only smiled at her, before pulling Madara into the hug, one he tried to get out of.

"Let go of me," he snapped pushing his face away from him. Hashirama only rolled his eyes and kissed his check. No one knew, but he had a slight crush on his friend. Ever since he was twelve, on the hill as he smiled widely.

"No."

"You're sweaty."

"Mito's helping me train."

"Why not me?"

"You were in time out and left more than twelve times." Hashirama knew when Madara had left, since Mito would sigh show what to do next and go back into the house before returning. "It's not Mito's fault. At lease you learned that you weren't going to get away from it."

"Hate you."

"Love you too."

"Here's your lunch," Mito told them while putting plates in front of them. "Afterwards I'll Madara down for a nap. I don't know if Tobirama will come today to help if your training, but I need to look at something."

"I can take Mada to his bed," Hashirama told her a giant smile on his face. He was slightly tired himself and if she needed to do something. "Tobi has a meeting, he said it wouldn't be done for a few hours, I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Isn't our room that way?" Madara asked pointing in the opposite direction that Hashirama was taking him. He was just glad that he was feeling less tired as time went on, he didn't know the reason, but he had to get used to waking up with the sun again, or he was going to get hit when he started being a shinobi again, or when he was his actually age. "Where are we going?"

"My room." Hashirama only smiled at him. Tobirama thought it was better if they were closer to him, so he turned one of the guest bedrooms into their room. "Or my old room. The bed's bigger."

"Why do we need a bigger bed?"

"So we can take a nap together, why else?"

Madara only looked at him. He wasn't sure if Mito was going to help him, he didn't trust her enough to get her help… then again, the only person he trusted was himself and then, maybe, Hashirama and that was about it.

Hashirama smiled at him as he pushed his old bedroom door open, showing a large king-sized bed. He smiled as he helped Madara onto the blue covered blanket. The small raven just looked at before crawling under the blanket and closing his eyes. Hashirama smiled at his sleeping friend, he looked so young when he was asleep.

Yawning, he also got under the cover pulling Madara into a hug and rested his chin on his black hair, before closing his eyes and falling asleep.