Chapter Nine- Kiss and Tell

"Mada," Hashirama said standing outside their shared bedroom, both Mito and Tobirama were getting ready to go out. Mito had given both of them kimono's for the day, but his friend locked himself into their bedroom. Looking to make that Mito, or anyone else for that matter, was in the hallway. He needed to make the raven was okay. "I'm coming in."

Opening the door, using his wood jutsu to turn his finger into a key, he looked around the pale blue pained room. Closing the door behind him, he walked to Madara's bed were a small limp was shown in the blankets. Slowly picking up Madara's navy covers, he asked "what's wrong Mada?"

"Nothing," Madara told him, looking at him with a tear stained face. Nothing was wrong, Madara thought to himself, he just wanted to be by himself for a few minutes. He never liked this date, while most of the village celebrated, all he could think about was the day he broke the bond behind him and Hashirama, or how the brunette had been close to ending him, but wanted to give him a second chance instead and now he had to restart. "Nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?"

"Because Mito wants to leave soon, so we need to get ready."

"I don't want to go."

"I know, but she doesn't want to leave either of us at home."

"Why?"

"She doesn't want anyone hurting us."

"She doesn't want anyone hurting you."

"Mada, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me."

"All anyone cares about is you."

"That's not true."

"It is!"

"How?"

"All I'm good at is killing, but people think your good."

"Your not good at just killing. Your my friend."

"You use that word so lightly, even your enemies are your friends."

Hashirama only looked at him. He had heard the rumors people were spearing about his friend, but he didn't think Madara would care about what people thought about him. He had also seemed so sure of himself, but it seemed that he never saw how fragile Madara was. How he was ready to break under the pressure, he didn't know what it was like to be hated, but he was going to make sure that Madara knew how loved he was. That it didn't matter if no one else liked him, that he and Mito would always love him. Even Tobirama was slowly starting to see him, really see him and not as some demon, but as a son, someone to protect and love.

"You can't even say anything to do that? Can you, because you know it's true," Madara told him, sitting up against his headboard and sighing. He shouldn't have hoped for a better future, after all, he was a demon and who could love a demon?

"Your more important to me."

"How?"

"I can't tell you."

"Then your lying."

"I'm not."

"Then prove it!"

"But -"

"It doesn't matter," Madara told him, his face going red in his anger. He didn't know why he was mad, maybe it was something that came from the years of... he didn't want to think about it. Killing was something he'd been train to do, even before he could walk. War was the only think he knew, not both of them had been taken away, he had nothing. "It doesn't. You might want to get ready, I'm not going."

"Are you ready?" Mito asks from outside the door. Hashirama knows that Madara wouldn't want anyone to see him like this, it was the reason he locked the door.

"Almost Mito, I couldn't find my shoes or Madara's," Hashirama told her, while he quickly got changed putting on a light green kimono, while trying to get Madara into his light blue one.

"I know where they are, want me to go get them?"

"Please?"

"Why should I?" Madara asked once Mito's footsteps were father away. He only looked at Hashirama with large dark eyes. "There isn't a point to it?"

"I want to spent time with you."

"Why?"

"I can't tell you."

"Then your lying. I won't be used."

"Used?"

"You might have trick m-"

"I would never!"

"Bullshit!"

Hashirama only sighed. He didn't have a choice, he was losing his best friend and crush. He didn't know what went through Madara's mind, but... Izuna. It must have something to do with Izuna. Maybe he thought everyone he loved was going to leave him, which was way he was trying to push him away. To protect himself. "I know -"

"You know nothing!"

"Please, don't push me away."

"Push you away? You were the one who pushed me away!"

"I -"

"You know that you did!"

Hashirama couldn't say anything, not with tears going down Madara's face. He was the one who... pushed Madara away? Sure, he was busy most of the time. That when he dragged his friend into the woods to tell him that he loved him, that he hadn't seen him for around a month, but that was because Madara was sent out for missions, not because he didn't care. Putting his hands on Madara's checks, enjoying how soft Madara's skin was. Gently leaning his forehead on his friends, looking at his blushing checks and large eyes, before eyeing his soft looking lips. When Madara opening his mouth, most likely to say something, Hashirama covered his lips with his own, kissing him.

"What?" Madara asked once Hashirama stopped kissing him. He didn't do anything, he was frozen in shock. He didn't know why his friend kissed him. Was he messing with him, because if he was, then he was going to kill him and say it was an accident.

"I love you Mada, your the most important person to me."

"But your -"

"Gender doesn't mean anything."

"But -"

"Neither of us are the head of our clans. Who cares what two orphans do?"

"I -"

"I love you, please, trust me. I don't mind if you don't love me," Hashirama told him, Madara's kimono over his arms, he wanted the raven to think about it. "But think about. Anyway you need to get changed, we have a festival to go to!"