Warning: story contains omegaverse. Hashirama / Madara, Mentions of reincarnation, omega fox madara and general cringe. Read at your own risk.
His chest burns, his new body dying with the same pain as his first death. He has been such a fool, beliving that zetsu to be his own will. Even after his death the pain in his heart never faded, and he let rage consume him.
"Madara?" A rough voice, belonging to the man who ̶h̶e̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶d̶ killed him, the man he wanted to kill.
His chakra uneven the henge seal on his collarbone deactivated, He knows now that his omega features; his Foxlike ears and tail as well as his sweet smoke scent can be seen, although likely drowned out by the scent of blood.
His best kept secret till even after his death.
" Hashi-rama" His own voice croaks his lungs struggling and burning to work as blood pools beneath him, soaking into his clothes.
Hashirama kneels beside him, his knees being ̶t̶a̶i̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ stained by his blood.
" It was always you wasn't it?" he whispers his hand holding my own gently.
He should hate me, he killed me, after everything he was right in the end. His methods created a peace between all shinobi nations.
My scent bitter from pain but he still understood what it meant to him. We were true mates, being openly an omega would have doomed my clan, and soured the unstable alliance. But by the time the village was stable he had already married and I could do nothing but watch.
With the last of my strength I softly squeeze his hand, mouth filled with blood I can only hope to convey with my eyes looking into his.
' I always loved you '
The world fades to darkness and my soul starts to drift.
I know I won't be joining izuna in the pure lands, I've done too much, besides the fact of if there is any impact of souls brought back through that damn senjus method of resurection.
And then suddenly I feel like I have been yanked, and everything is light once again.
In the white expanse, I quickly try to gain ahold of my surrondings.
In front of me is a man that looks far to old holding a staff seen in scripts, as well as the rinnegan and orbs of truth.
The scripts passed down tell of this man.
He is the Sage of Six paths.
And beside myself stands Hashirama, his soul looks young and he does not bear the mark of edo tensei in his eyes.
The old man speaks "You must be wondering why you are here, yes?"
Hashirama answers first " Yes Elder? I was hoping you would tell us?"
I scoff, this man runs a village but is still so timid and polite, a ray of sunshine.
" I am the Sage of Six Paths! You both have been wronged. Your happy fates stolen from you, like yin and yang you are supposed to complete each other yet because of my oversight in sealing her, a will of hers escaped and caused pain for you through several lifetimes."
I look up in interest, I did not expect this man to sympathize with a man seen as a villian and a warmonger.
I give a dry laugh and speak. " It is all over now though isn't it? This world has no future because of my actions, and we cant pretend that didn't happen." guilt crushed my heart like a phantom pain from my deaths.
" Your right. But I will give you a chance to make things right, to be happy."
I raise my brow , it was Hashirama's chance to speak up. " But how sir?"
The Sage looks down as his hands, old and worn, his remaining life spent watching the world now set to doom.
" I will send you back to when this all started, with all your knowledge, But this will change everything ; the path you take with differ and those who have come to be might not be born again after this change."
" You will send us back?" my voice shaking, going back and changing things is a unforgetable chance. But fear crept into my soul, would I once again be forced to hide who I am, to take the hormone suppressants that made me ill, and to work for the clan only to be labeled a warmonger or stole his little brothers eyes.
" To the day you both your paths separated, at the valley of the end." the old man spoke and he started to raise his hand and channel his chakra.
" Wait" I spoke without thinking, needing time to form what I need to say " Send us back further, to before my Izuna, my kit died."
My voice was raw and my eyes unguarded, if I can save Izuna, my little brother whom I raised like my own, just to have any family left to keep and someone to become heir to the clan in my place.
The old man seems to think for a moment.
" Very well, for in this life I pray you will heal your heart and soul."
He raises he hands again, clasps them and starts to channel a huge amount of chakra.
A hand grips mine, I look to my left and see Hashirama holding my hand, he looks into my eyes and I look into his.
I hide nothing in my gaze and close my eyes.
I feel the world jerk around me and suddenly everything smells of smoke, ash, and blood.
My eyes jerk of and my hand grips my Gunbai, I breath in and look into the eyes of my opponent who seems equally as shocked and confused by the new surroundings: his brown eyes stare into mine full of hope, perhaps hope he is not alone.
Our brief meeting of eyes was cut short of my scream of pain, and a flicking charka that I haven't felt in so long.
My head jerks in the direction of the scream.
" Izuna!" My voice scream hoarse, years of being alone and missing him flash in my memory.
I don't hesatate, and Hashirama follows.