Hatred
The first time Hashirama saw hatred in Madara's eyes was the day they stopped being two friends at a river bank. It was the moment the other realized that he was a thread for his little brother and even if he didn't want to admit it Hashirama knew that what he said was true. The next time they would meet everything would be different. It hurt.
But when the other turned around again and he saw these red eyes Hashirama realized Madara was hurt as well.
They felt the same and that made him hope they could be friends again.
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The last time he saw hatred in Madara's eyes was the day he left. He turned around with this look on his face and Hashirama knew that this time it was to late. They had had a second chance and it was over now. The other hated this village, hated their dream, everything he had sworn to protect and even if Hashirama wanted to ignore it he felt it was over.
He let Madara leave and he hoped he wouldn't come back.
But he knew he would because at this point everything the other had left was hatred and pain.
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