Chapter Thirteen- Birthday Presents
"Mada, did you like lunch?" Hashirama asked Madara as the raven sat on the table. They had finished eating lunch, and Mito was just getting the cake out of the kitchen. Both he and Mito had started to prepare lunch as soon as Tobirama left, a half asleep Madara on his shoulders. "I told Mito your favourite dishes, or at least the ones you told me you liked, or I saw you enjoying."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Never mind," Madara said looking at his feet. Sure, the brunette told him he love him, but that could have been a joke. Who could love him? After all, he was a monster, someone who only cared about war. Even his own clan turned their backs on him. He was just glad that he still had Izuna's eyes in his head. They were the only things he had left of his brother, the only link he had to his loved one. "Thank you."
"Your welcome!" Hashirama said while rolling his eyes. He knew Madara better then then the raven thought he did, sure, he didn't know why his friend was angry and upset, at the time. But he still knew something was wrong, he was going to ask about it... but he never had the change to. "Don't worry, the clans only want to make sure Dad's happy."
"How can you call Tobi, Dad?"
"He is, he looks after us."
"But his your brother."
"So? No one knows that, so it's not weird."
Madara only looked at him. He knew that his friend wasn't going to understand, his Dad was dead and he never knew his Mum as she died when Izuna was born. Hashirama's smile only grew as Madara's checks went red, sitting next to him. Mito only smiled at the scene in front of her, walking out he put a pale blue cake on the coffee table, three candles on top.
"Make a wish," Mito told him, a smile on her face. She nodded at Tobirama, who had the camera. "And then blow out the candles, after we'll give your presents."
Looking at the candles in front of him, Madara closed his and hoped that the three in front of him, wouldn't be like the rest of the village. Hating him, for things that he had to do. To stay alive and protect his clan, who in turn stabbed him in the back. Mito took a picture when he blew out the candles, a wishful look on his face.
"Which present is he going to get first?" Hashirama asked looking at his 'parents'. Both of them nodded at the five year old brunette and he smiled at them. Giving Madara, a poorly wrapped present, he smiled. He didn't know what to get him, but then he remembered that Madara liked to read.
Madara looked at the novels in his hand. Sure, not many three year olds could read them, but he was smart for his age, even the first time round. "Thank you, Hashi-"
"Your welcome Mada," Hashirama said from his spot next to him, kissing his check as Mito handed him another present. She had brought this one. It would go well for their lessons and she gave Hashirama one for his birthday. Madara only smiled at the red head women, while he looked at the books on beginners sealing. He thought it was a clan art, so he didn't know why she was teaching them, but he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Here brat," Tobirama said messing up Madara's hair, making the young raven frown while trying to fix his already messy hair. "Took awhile to get it, so enjoy."
Madara only looked at him, before opening the blue wrapping paper. More books, some on history and others on beginners jutsu. He looked at the item, it was small and blue. A crystal, one he recognised from the land of snow. It was meant to help someone remember the positive things in life, something he failed at when he was older. "Thank you."
"How about the ones the clan sent?" Hashirama asked. Mito only giggled, while Tobirama rolled his eyes. They weren't going to keep them, to be fair, he had already checked them all. Sure he asked a Hyuuga, one he trusted, to check them. He also asked her not to tell anyone he did so. She was fine with it, since she understood that he didn't want anyone hurting his child.
In the end Madara got just as much as Hashirama did. The Uchiha clan sent books on their clan art, telling him not to show anyone (they thought he was an Uchiha orphan). Most of the clans sent him books, things they had stored from fights with other clans, mostly from other countries, but knew they were never going to use. Such as Medical Ninjutsu, Genjustu, Ninjutsu and Taijutsu, which was what they mainly sent Hashirama. Some clans sent him crystals and things children could play with, but that was mainly the wives, since most of the clan heads didn't know what to sent a child, so they sent him what they would give their children (that wasn't clan related, of course).
"Mada, are you enjoying your birthday?" Hashirama asked looking at him. His crush looked tried, rubbing his eyes, but he was still given a grin and a nod.
"Guess the birthday boy is tried," Mito said picking him up. Hashirama only smiled before going to help Tobirama clean up the wrapping paper. "We better get you to bed."
Madara only nodded, once Mito tugged him into his own bed, he looked at her and smiled. "Thank you, Mummy."
Mito put her hand over her mouth as she watched him close his eyes, running the stairs she looked at Tobirama and Hashirama with a giant smile on her face.
"Mum, what happened?" Hashirama asked worried about Mito and Madara, did something happed? Looking at her smile, did he miss Madara doing something cute?
"He called me 'Mummy'," Mito screamed, her smile grew and she hugged Hashirama. Said boy only hugged her back, he knew it was going to happen. Madara would be to tired and wouldn't think about what he was saying. He also knew that Mito was going to love it. If her actions said anything about it. "I can't believe it, now all he as to do is call Tobirama 'Daddy' and we'll really feel like a family."
"I'm sure he will," Tobirama said wrapping his arms around his fiancé and son. He knew that Madara could slip, he also find himself looking foreword to it. If anyone told him that this would happen a year ago, he would've look at them and walked away. Or glared at them.