Madara entered the Uchiha ryokan near the edge of the district when the sun had already set below the horizon. He was welcomed by the family that had run the ryokan for many generations now. Given the fact that he was the Uchiha heir he was always treated with extra hospitality each time he visited their humble establishment. They selected the best yukata for him and their nicest scented shampoo before sending him off to the onsen with a deep bow. Madara brought his items to the changing room where he stripped off his current clothes and placed them inside the locker along with his furoshiki and yukata. He brought a large white towel and his shampoo along as he lifted the curtain to the side and entered the bath section.
He hung up his towel on a hook and made his way over to the hot water basin where he could first pour hot water over his body to adjust to the temperature inside the onsen. It helped in preparing his body for the heat and also cleaned him a bit in advance. He then sat himself down on one of the stools where he could properly wash himself, taking the shampoo from before and pouring some into the cup of his hand. The scent was a great match to his preferences and included notes of spice and musk, very fitting to his usually fire-y character. After gently scrubbing his body all over he started on washing his wild mane. Pretty much the only time where his hair would be flat was when he washed it. It could be quite a hassle to keep it tangle free and out of the way, especially when bathing, so he grabbed his elastic hairband and wrapped his hair into a messy bun on the top of his head. If people thought Madara was sexy with long hair they should see him now.
When he finished preparing for the bath he cleaned his wash stool and proceeded to head for the main bath. The ryokan had a vast amount of baths both indoors and outdoors. Madara preferred to have baths in the rotenburo (outdoor bath) usually, because it was the perfect amount of heat from the water and cool from the soft breeze of the outdoor air. He placed the towel on his head as he stepped into the bath and sunk himself in deeply. Instantly his entire body relaxed. Luckily for him he was the only one this night to make use of the bath granting him all the privacy one could ask for. A much needed occurrence after the past day.
The rotenburo was situated in a beautiful garden enclosed by traditional bamboo walls. The garden included all the natural elements you would find in any Japanese yard like large stones, lanterns burning a soft glow in the night and a forest of trees scattered all around. The heat from the bath created a steamy fog that hovered just above the water adding to the mystical ambiance. A part of the bath had a large roofed canopy that gave a sense of an indoor-outdoor living area with some lounging chair situated next to the bath. All in all there was some good money spent here to turn this into a great experience and it was one of the reasons Madara kept coming back.
Madara leaned back against the edge of the bath, closing his eyes and enjoying the serenity that befell him. However, the moment didn't last very long when he heard a splash in the distance. It surprised him because he had not seen anyone come in after him nor were there any additional slippers, towels or such things to indicate bathers that came in earlier tonight. His eyes scanned the surface of the water, careful not to activate his sharingan or he might be kicked out and forbidden future access. Even if this was an onsen within the Uchiha district and not accessible to outsiders it would be quite rude to randomly put someone under a genjutsu just because they entered a public bath. Madara's heart rate increased against his will when he could see a form appear through the mist at the other end of the bath. The years of being a shinobi were not so easily stripped from him as were his clothing. It was necessary to identify who this person was before he could remotely think about relaxing again and know his life was not in any danger. Being an heir he had to be careful all the time in case someone had it out for him when he was alone.
Slowly but surely the shape approached him and revealed the upper half above the water. It was a muscular man with long dark hair down his back. The steam surrounded his torso and danced around his form to hug him in all the right places. Madara's eyes were fixated on the man until he came in close enough of a view and shocked Madara utterly senseless. In less than a second his pupils spun into a deep crimson red as he rose from his seated position against the edge of the bath. His sharingan scanned the entire parameter of the rotenburo as he pushed the man back with a hand against the man's chest until he was completely hidden behind one of the larger rocks on the bath. Madara's other hand covered the man's mouth. "You cannot be here," Madara growled in a hushed tone as he scolded Hashirama for showing up on rival grounds. Suddenly his bareness and their proximity hit him hard as he removed his hand from Hashirama's mouth and took a step back. Luckily the water had a rather silky quality to it and obscured his lower body that remained under the surface.
Hashirama smiled at the way Madara looked out for his safety and couldn't help but feel a bit hot, not just from the water but from the way Madara was here with him. The touch from the raven's fingers still lingered over his lips even after Madara put some more distance between them. He knew it was risky to show up here out of the blue and no less when someone could catch him trespassing, but how could he let the chance slip by to see Madara and no less in the state he was in? Though, Madara was anything but pleased right now by the look of it. "What if they saw you here?! My father would have you killed on the spot! Do you have no fear in that thick skull of yours?!" Madara hissed in a whisper as his eyes blazed watching the brunette in front of him.
The Senju chuckled under his breath, "Mada, do you really think I would get caught that easily? I thought you knew of my abilities by now". Hashirama grinned knowing full well that he was a highly skilled shinobi. He had taken every single precaution before entering the rotenburo from a weakened part of the outer wall. Every single track he made was covered and every signature of his chakra well-concealed. Hashirama took a deep breath while he watched Madara calm down at least a little bit after that reassurance. "I've come to share some great news with you. It could not wait." Hashirama said and pointed his hand at a place for them to sit that would offer them a veiled place in the bath. Madara narrowed his eyes at first but followed along to have a seat when his curiosity got the better of him. Hashirama knew that his friend was not one to have great patience so he opted to start talking right away. "I suggested to my father that the Senju clan should also form an alliance with the Hyuuga clan," he explained, "that way once the alliance has been formed it would create an opportunity for a treaty between Uchiha and Senju as well. It could be the start of our dreams, Mada". The excitement in his voice was evident.
Madara blinked a couple of times to process the information the Senju just sprouted at him. The fact that the brunette had managed to get his father in on the plans was admiring, but the new knowledge of his plans confused him at the same time. Last he saw Hashirama he was asked to cancel his wedding and be together to create their village. Had he misinterpreted Hashirama's intentions for romantic ones when in reality they were merely political? "By the sound of it you're suggesting that the merge of Uchiha and Hyuuga is set into action… I thought you wanted me to cancel the wedding?" Madara said as he watched the other male who seemed to be contemplating his next reply.
"I've debated all the options and realized that asking you to cancel your wedding would only result in negative outcomes." Hashirama said seriously as his eyebrows furrowed and his gaze was downcast. He could not expect Madara to deal with the consequences of his own selfish needs, could he? "That isn't to say that I don't wish you would… cancel." Hashirama's voice dropped almost below the point where it would be inaudible, although Madara's sharp senses would probably still catch it. His gaze found the black onyx pupils once more while his body seemed to move on its own and decreased the distance to the one he wanted to hold close so badly. Madara tensed slightly, unsurely, watching as Hashirama leaned into him. They had never really proclaimed any feelings for each other out loud, but perhaps words were not needed when physicality was enough. Hashirama gently placed his right hand on the back of Madara's seldom exposed neck, bringing him nearer before he softly pressed his lips against Madara's. After a moment of surprise he could feel the raven relax under his touch and respond to him. Now that he had Madara here with him, willing to his advances, he would not hesitate to make the most out of their time alone and selfishly take what he had desired for decades. Hashirama licked at Madara's bottom lip to ask for permission to which Madara tilted his head back as Hashirama deepened their kiss. It entailed everything he had ever dreamed of and gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, the future would hold something more for the two of them than a mere friendship.
As much as he hoped their kiss would last forever they had to break apart after a few minutes in desperate need for air. Madara's cheek were tinted in a soft red that did not purely arise from the heat of the rotenburo while he aimed to regain some of his natural, stand-offish demeanor after being disheveled by the Senju's actions. Hashirama chuckled as he took his time to watch Madara for a few more seconds before he knew he would have to inevitably take his leave. "I like your hair this way. You should put it up more often." Hashirama winked at him and grinned before he quickly made his way to exit the bath, out of sight and near a bush where he had left his clothes earlier. Madara cursed under his breath at the state Hashirama left him in and waited a few minutes before he too headed back inside to retrieve his clothes in the ryokan.