Watashiato
n. curiosity about the impact you've had on the lives of the people you know, wondering which of your harmless actions or long-forgotten words might have altered the plot of their stories in ways you'll never get to see.
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Chapter 1: Old world views
The history of the Konohagakure police began with the founder, Uchiha Legacy, Madara in 1914. Making the Konoha Metro police force the largest force in Konoha during his reign as leader of the great Uchiha clan and superintendent-general of the police force he founded. By the 1920s and well into the 1930s, police across the land of fire, including the KMPD, were responsible for not only law enforcement and public security, but also firefighting, labor dispute mediation, censorship, upholding public morality, issuing permits, and government regulation of businesses, construction, and public health.
This complete control over the land quickly became a nuisance to the Hokage, Hashirama Senju, and also the childhood friend of Madara. He called for a private meeting between the two and demanded the ridiculous policing tactics of the people be shut down and replaced with more sustainable efforts on the police force's behalf.
"Konoha townsfolk are complaining of your officers… unorthodox methods to get them to comply with the laws you made, which never got my seal of approval if I'm remembering correctly," Hashirama spoke as he puffed on his porcelain pipe staring at the cherry blossoms falling gently into the pond outside his private chambers.
The laid-back attitude of the Senju clan leader made the hairs on Madara's neck stand up. He was the most aggravating man, and it still bothered him that Hashirama was able to best him at everything even becoming the chosen Hokage for the people.
"I do not mean to offend you, Lord Senju-"
"We are alone Madara, speak to me as a friend not some stick in the mud" Hashirama's bright smile was turned toward his friend who forever seemed to have some type of grimace on his face.
They were like yin and yang, Hashirama the bright, cheery child who won over the girls' and elders' approval instantly and then there was Madara the ever so serious Uchiha who had no need to perform such airs to gain approval, in his mind anyways.
"Hashirama, listen to reason for once and not your bleeding heart. You give these peasants an inch and they will overthrow everything we sacrificed to build this peaceful land. If you don't show them we are not to be taken lightly... Unless you want it all to be a wasteland?" He stared at his friend in a way that made the Hokage huff and roll his eyes. Only someone like Hashirama could understand where the intensity of the man before him came from. Misguided passion is what his grandfather Asura used to say.
"You're acting like a tyrant Madara, the people are going to overthrow you if you don't listen to them and stop trying to be so controlling. Remember when we were children, no one wanted to play games with you due to that controlling nature of yours."
"I didn't need friends then and especially not now with the likes of these pathetic people. People respect those they fear, not their friends."
Hashirama puffed quietly on his pipe taking in the words of the Uchiha before him. "Do you think I don't respect you, dear friend?"
Madara's cold calculating eyes roamed the face of the Hokage before him, the same open expression of a kid with his head in the clouds, of someone he used to admire.
'If you respected me you would let me conduct this police force as I see fit' The thought crossed Madara's mind and before he could speak it, a knock on the door drew him from his thoughts.
Hashirama sat up from his place behind his desk, "Enter."
The rice paper doors with beautiful greenery of bamboo stalks slid open to reveal his pregnant wife Mito. The maidservants helped her into a spot on the open window facing the pond in the courtyard, she waved them off as they tried to adjust her long white kimono and ornaments that dressed her bright red buns.
"I'd hope I'm not interrupting something important?" her onyx-colored eyes scanning the worry lines of her husband's face.
"No, I was just telling Madara here that the complaints of the policing tactics are starting to cause the people to get worried about the freedoms we promised them when building this great land of ours." Hashirama glanced at his scouring friend and couldn't help but chuckle.
The spiky, dark-haired man before him still held the same conviction of a grumpy old man since childhood. Madara believed in strict order, no loose ends, and no room for bending but he wondered how far he could keep this up before he went mad. Being a cold, rigid leader never appealed to him, and obviously, it didn't appeal to the people of Konoha so why didn't Madara accept some things needed to bend or the whole structure would break?
"Uchiha-san" all eyes squared in on the redhead that spoke from her place by the window, "don't you think you're being a little harsh with all these restrictions and laws you've placed on our dear people? Remember what Konoha was supposed to stand for, the war you two bravely fought and won; was it all just to impose the same things of the old world into the new world you fought so hard for?"
This caused Madara to huff and cross his arms defensively while keeping his dark eyes focused on the woman before him.
"You see what I mean Hashirama, you have no control over your people and now you let the weaker sex speak for you?" his eye caught the glare that formed on the pregnant woman's face before settling his gaze on the man in front of him.
"Madara you will respect my wife, she is wiser than you give her "sex" credit for. Do you not respect the woman who birthed and nurtured you? Were the women of your clan not intelligent enough to maintain an entire legacy when the men of your clan were not present?" Hashirama had a warning tone as he stared the Uchiha down.
"The Uchiha women were cut from a different cloth."
"They were women were they not?"
Madara gritted his teeth, he hated to be outwitted by the Senju bastard. Madara Uchiha and Hashirama Senju met as children and became friends, bonding over their disapproval of the combat and death that they and their younger brothers were constantly subjected to.
The two were always dreaming of a time they and other children wouldn't need to fight a war over forgotten memories of power-hungry old men. Hashirama always kept this dream alive in his heart. Madara turned cold, believing the Uchiha tyrannical view of being unable to do anything about the world but keep the soldiers in line. This saying being ground into his developing and very impressionable mind at a young age was what made him and many others grow to be cold-hearted men in the future.
"What is your point in all of this?" Madara grimaced.
"The maidservants talk… They are saying the farmers are planning to revolt if you don't drop these ridiculous taxes and let them do what they do best. Provide crops to the land. Some of the policemen are even becoming discouraged with all these strict laws, they have to beat on their friends and family and it is causing them to lose hope in what Konoha stands for." Mito spoke as she rubbed the part of her stomach where the future heir began to push his tiny feet against her swollen belly.
"So, order is most important in these beginning times, if we show weakness then the whole kingdom will crumble. Sometimes you must instill fear to get respect."
"Fear? Is that not something we all faced every day until the war ended and you two promised to create a place without fearmongering lunatics controlling everyone?" Mito's voice calm as ever was betrayed by the fire that burned in her eyes.
The two glared each other down until Hashirama interrupted them by tapping his pipe ashes into the porcelain ashtray. He cleared his throat and sipped on the cool water his servant prepared earlier. What was the Senju clan leader and Hokage of Konoha to do with the war that raged in his own home, much less the one that was beginning to fester in the legacy he was trying to create with his best friend?
"As you know Madara, we of all people know what fear does to people. It destroys empires not build them. Would you want the people to be afraid of you in order to earn their respect and lose it all to ego and pride, or would you want happy people who were willing to lay down everything for Konoha because they knew the leaders they appointed were real people behind the doors of these palaces? May I remind you the same people you think so little of built?" Hashirama tried to get the Uchiha to soften his hard heart toward them and be open to actual peace in their lifetime.
Madara begrudgingly complied and feigned a sense of agreement between the two before excusing himself with an excuse of going home to his own pregnant wife.
The Uchiha began to resent his best friends' laid-back attitude on the importance of security in the land of Konoha. They were soldiers after all, Hashirama knew the importance of not letting your guard down so why act as if there were no new threats building on the horizon?
Later that evening...
"He understands nothing that goes on in his own land, what fool stays trapped in his castle all day and does not take care of the land he's supposed to be Hokage of, to let people destroy everything you fought so hard for?" Madara angrily paced back and forth, his brother and father sitting around the fireplace of his meeting room lazily. The servants had already cooked and cleaned the room after the meal as they read over the new laws that were added to the public records. They would have to inform and enforce these new laws with the public tomorrow.
"Brother, I've said this multiple times before we need to overthrow that Senju brat and take control of this land," Izuna stated proudly slamming his hands on the table.
"I can't just kill the Hokage and take over, the people wouldn't stand for it!" Madara exclaimed, "They outnumber us brother and there is already talk of rebellion amongst the civilian forces that would hinder us greatly."
"Make it look like an attack, frame one of the guards. Or his wife." Tajima spoke up after the two sons of his calmed down.
"Mito is known to be too loyal and she's with child, it would never work. But who was the young, eager officer who had a falling out with one of Senju's officers? Something about one of the whore maidservants of Lady Senju…" Izuna trailed off as he saw Madara's eyes light up.
"Ask about it amongst the men tomorrow. Find out who the men were and send them to my office." Madara almost smiled as the plans of revenge began to look oh-so-delicious.
Madara admired Hashirama and even loved him as a brother at one point but when the Senju clan launched an ambush on his brothers' squadron in a war they fought, he could not see the same peace as Hashirama saw because the hatred in his heart began to grow. To have to bury family is hard but for them to be not one but three of your brothers would make anyone turn cold. The words of his dying brother always stuck with him, "do not trust those Senju scum." It was enough to drive anyone mad. That madness drove Madara and the Uchiha clan to embrace it and fall deeper into darkness.
A/N:
Hi readers! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, excited to give some background and get you ready for the ride! Do you think Madara has the nerve to plot against his best friend and follow through? Find out more in the next chapter.
This will eventually have mature themes including, lemons, 3somes: Itachi x Sakura x Sasuke, and of course violence, sex, drugs, and murder!
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