I need to mention that about a week has passed between this chapter and the last one. I didn't make that clear- that's my fault. I also want to mention one other thought. So for all you Lord of the Ring fans, I would totally compare an Uchiha to an elf. Think about it.

Chapter 7

Madara sat with his legs crossed in the chair across from the couch. On the couch, Hashirama was looking down at a paper with a perplexed expression of his face. "What are you doing, Hashirama?" he asked curiously.

"I'm going to sound crazy."

"Don't you always?"

"I know how I want to move towards peace."

"And how would that be?"

"I want to start a village! A ninja village. You know, both of our clans could live together and other clans could too. Think about it."

"And how would you get everyone to corroborate? By force? That would not end well."

"Of course not by force. Who would be loyal if they were forced? Does everyone not grow tired of all the deaths that happen? All the pain? I do. ...I even have a name. Konaha. The Village Hidden in the Leaf! But as for the symbol.."

Madara stood up out of the chair and walked over to Hashirama, pushed the paper slightly forwards, and sat with his back to Hashirama.

"What are you doing?"

Madara pulled his hand around his waist and placed his hand over Hashirama's then began to guide him into drawing a symbol. It was a simple swirl with a triangle near the bottom. "A leaf would be appropriate, yes?"

"It's perfect! Well, almost," Hashirama said as he moved his hand over Madara's and made the same symbol but so that it would open at the top into a small horizontal bar. "Everyone would be free, let's open it up."

"Now it's perfect," Madara said. He slightly turned his head to Hashirama and something close to a smile appeared on his face. "Tell me more."

"Many clans will live together. We could take ninja jobs to pay for the construction of the village. Every child will be safe. Everyone would stand together to protect it from foreign affiliations."

Madara's head was tilted backwards so that he was seeing the spark in Hashirama's eyes. "It would be risky to start out at first, you know. But I think that..if you succeeded, it would be a great thing."

Hashirama's arms lazily drooped around Madara's shoulders. "I'm glad you think that because I want you, Madara, to help me."

"What use would I be?"

"You're going to be the leader of the Uchiha clan one day."

"If you're suggesting that I use that to overpower my clans' voices, then you are mistaken. I would not do that."

"No, no! I'm saying that you could be an advocate for your clan like I will be for mine."

Madara closed his eyes. "An advocate, then. I can do that."

Hashirama looked down at Madara. He was completely calm, and even though he wouldn't say it aloud, beautiful. He did have to admit that the Uchiha Clan were a very attractive clan. With their raven black hair and onyx eyes that matched with pale skin and lithe figures- it would be a lie to say that they were not. But ever since he had been in the same house as Madara, it was like he couldn't stop thinking about him. Was he alright? Did he need his space? Was he lonely? Should he stay away or give comfort? His silky hair, his black eyes, the way he only smiled when he was alone reading a book. He loved these qualities about him.

"What are you thinking about now?" Madara asked.

"It's nothing. What are you thinking about?"

"About you. You have a weird expression all over your face, you know."

"Sorry, I'm afraid that's just my face." Madara snorted.

"But really, what are you thinking about?"

"You. You're something you know."

"Of course. I'm very much tangible," Madara teased.

Hashirama poked him in the cheek. "Well look at that. I guess you are!"

Both of them fell silent and stared in each other's eyes. A similar look passed over both of their faces before Hashirama leaned in. "May I?" Madara hesitantly nodded his approval before Hashirama pressed his lips against Madara's lips. Hashirama pulled back and put his forehead against Madara's after a few seconds.

"It's taboo, you know."

"I know."

"Somehow, I don't mind."

"Good. Because neither do I."

Just as they were about to kiss again, a knock sounded at the door. "I got it," Madara said. He walked over to the door and opened it. Butsuma and Hashirama's younger brother was standing in the doorway. He took a few stiff steps away from the door.

"Dad. What brings you here?" Hashirama said, coming up to the door.

"You need to leave temporarily. Tobi will take over until you get back. I have a mission for you."

"What is it?"

"I have a lead. I need you to scout."

Hashirama nodded and stepped outside the barrier. "Tobirama, play nice." The white-haired Senju snorted and stepped inside. Madara turned on his heels and left to go into the kitchen. Butsuma met Tobirama's eyes before shutting the door and leaving with Hashirama.

Madara took his cup of tea and sipped on it. It wasn't hot anymore, unfortunately, as he had forgotten about it while talking to Hashirama. He heard the air whizzing behind him and he quickly activated his Sharingan and stepped to the side, spilling his tea. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"My brother might be soft, but I am not my brother. You do as I say. When I say. Where I say."

Madara couldn't could back a laugh. "Is that so? I think not."

"What do you really think is going on out there?"

"Considering that you're a sensor, I would say that sending Hashirama away was a front."

"Correct."

Tobirama walked over so that he was leaning over Madara. "You do not intimidate me, boy," Madara growled. He took Madara by the arm and quickly moved his shirt over his sharingan before taking out a blindfold and tying it around his eyes. To defend himself using his jutsu would damage his house, and that would just be a mess. So he started to punch and claw at Tobirama, who did the same. Once Madara was on the floor with his arms behind his back.

"So this is how things are going to work," Tobirama said as he tied Madara's arms up to his elbows, "I ask questions, and you're going to answer. Is that simple enough for you?"

"Fuck off."

"I said is that simple enough. Are we clear?" Tobirama said, yanking his head back by his hair.

"Crystal," Madara muttered.

"Where is Tajima Uchiha?"

"This again? I told your father! I don't know!"

Tobirama twisted his arms slightly, causing him to cry out. "Are you sure? No ideas?"

"No!"

"Why leave you behind? You're the heir, after all."

"I don't know! Father probably thought I was dead."

Tobirama moved his hand down to Madara's fingers and started wiggling his right index finger. "Why would he think that? Tell me everything that happened that day." He bent the finger enough to where it hurt.

"Agh! F-father gave me the day off, so I went into the woods so that I could read. When I did, I heard you Senju. So I ran back to warn my father. He told me to take my mother and brother to our safe-house. I did and then came back to fight with him. He to-" He cried out when he felt the crack of his finger. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"And? Keep going," Tobirama said as he took another finger in his hands.

"He told me to leave. When I got back to my mother and Izuna,...th-they," his voice dropped off. Another crack sounded and he hit the ground with his forehead, crying out in pain.

"They..? Keep going. You have eight more."

"They were...?" Tobirama knocked his head into the wooden floor, busting his lip.

"Dead! Bleed out. Dead," he screamed.

"What else?"

"Your asshat of a father knocked me out," he said. Pain shot up his hand again, and he let out a sob.

"Brave-o. Now tell me, Uchiha, where are some possible hide outs away from here?"

"I don't know! I've never been farther than the woods."

Tobirama stood up and pulled Madara up onto his feet and then shoved him on the couch. "Father will be here soon, Uchiha-scum. Behave and perhaps he'll get a healer for your hands. Or maybe you'll lose circulation soon. Then it'll just be numb."

Madara clenched his teeth as dread filled his stomach. He was starting to lose feeling in his arms, which in a way, he was thankful for. His lip was still bleeding, but it would stop soon. He tried to calm himself, but between his discomfort and pain, he couldn't.

It seemed like hours passed, but it was only about thirty minutes until he heard Butsuma walk back inside. "No permanent damage, I hope."

"Just a few broken fingers and a split lip."

Madara heard the older mans' footsteps. He wished he would just pass out now. "We meet again, Madara Uchiha."

He didn't answer, or even attempt to look in his general direction. "You know, you're really of no use to me any longer. Leverage or not, Tajima sure is taking his time."

"I would have thought that you would appreciate not being attacked immediately," Madara said. He heard a chuckle coming from Butsuma as he felt the ropes loosen around his arms.

"Don't misunderstand. Perhaps he got himself injured. Or maybe he fled. Who knows? Poor Madara Uchiha. He's all alone with no friends or family. He's been abandoned!"

"Your provoking does not bother me."

"Oh, but the next thing might, so pay attention. You know, you were a target of mine from the getgo. Remember Mother-dear and Izuna? They were clones. I'm surprised you couldn't tell in all honesty. I allowed them to leave. I was not unkind to them. When Tajima found out, he went after them. I assume he figured that you left with them."

"They're..not dead then." He started crying but this time out of happiness. His mother and Izuna were not dead! They were okay!

"Here's the thing, though," Butsuma said, bending over and whispering into his ear. "When I do find them again, I will kill them. I'll even make you watch! Won't that be fun? If you think loosing them the first time hurt, you just wait until you actually see them slaughtered."