After the war ended, Hashirama and Madara decided for peace. Peace gave them a chance to rediscover their love for each other and to paint the dreams from their minds to the land of Konoha. It also released all the hidden emotions of everyone, creat...
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As the Senju and Uchiha were done cleaning the garden, Izuna showed up.
"Hashirama san, I would be leaving to inspect whether Uzumaki san is doing well or if there's a problem."
"Matte. I should be going myself." Hashirama spoke. At this Madara stood still looking at them. Izuna couldn't help but ship his ni san with the idiot gentleman.
"Sumimasen Hashirama san, Uzumaki san summoned me in person. I would be leaving now." Izuna hurried away without looking back. The Senju and the Uchiha wondered what made the young Uchiha be so interested in immigrants that too which were a relative of the Senju. They waited for a moment to admire their work after a long day of commotion and work.
"Jana, Madara." Hashirama smiled at Madara when it started to rain cats and dogs with strong waves of gaze. Everyone winded up quickly and went into their houses. It was the start of August and more extreme weather could be expected.
They hurried inside the new Uchiha house.
Kuso, that Izuna! Now what I'm supposed to do with this idiot? You're really cruel otouto, leaving me alone...
"Uh, I shouldn't have let Izuna go as well."
"I think so too. Don't worry, he'll be fine, he's your younger brother." Hashirama gave a poker smile. He didn't know what to do either all alone with the Uchiha.
"Guess we'll have to stop the construction, did the shinobi kept away the materials safe?"
"Yes, they did. Don't worry, Madara. I'll leave as soon as the rain stops, Tobi would be worried." Hashirama confided when an embarassing sound cramped from his stomach. That made the Senju roll into a blue ball of guilt.
"Oy! I know how to cook, why are you giving me that look as if you're gonna die by hunger?" Madara fumed.
"You know cooking?" Hashirama overcame his sadness and now was beaming with cheer.
"H- hai baka! Izuna is not the one who was about to cook."
"Oh, but in my house, Tobi cooks."
Madara was amazed and flinched his eye.
"It was my brother who knew!" Both exclaimed at the same time and became white.
Shimatta! He knows, that's why he calls me by my name. Hashirama internally cried.
Kuso! That is why he was death glaring at me in the morning! Madara was internally doomed.
"Would fancy some miso soup?"
"Uh- hai, hai! Anything that's there." Hashirama smiled, threatened by another hunger pangs. Madara disappeared into the home accidentally leaving the Senju at the entrance. He retuned quickly to see the Senju in deep thought and coughed.
