[NARUTO][Pillar Madara] short story

I don't know when I heard this sentence, and saw the goshawk leave the perch, fly from the other end of the warehouse to Madara's hand, and lowered its head to pick up a piece of blood-red fresh meat.Madara stretched out his other hand, gently stroking the goshawk's feathers—his fingers, which had been hidden in gloves for many years, were extremely pale, and seemed to be soft against the gray feathers.

"The little guy can be released tomorrow."

Madara said without looking up.

Hashirama smiled: "I'm looking forward to it."

There was a mocking look in Madara's eyes - he had obviously seen through Hashirama's concerns and hesitation.He stretched out his hand and took Hashirama's hand: "Don't move."

"?"

Although Hashirama didn't know what Madara was going to do, he followed his movements and raised his hands in the air.Madara whistled briefly, the hawk heard something, turned his head, and stared at Hashirama with golden eyes.

Hashirama held his breath.At that moment, he suddenly understood why Madara was obsessed with this ferocious bird.That must be—

The next moment there was an extra weight on his hand.Goshawk lightly jumped onto his wrist, the sharp claws cut into his flesh and caused pain, which was healed by the instinctive chakra.The raptor squatted on his hand, its golden eyes looked down at him, almost squinting, but it was a gesture of obedience and trust.

The pillars did not speak.

The thing that fell heavily on his chest seemed to have shrunk in size and weight, gradually melting like ice in winter.His vision blurred a bit, and then Madara complained like he had done a long time ago, out of habit.

"Hey, have you gotten over your old depression yet?"*

Although it has been so long.

But they are finally like old friends again.

The next day the weather was perfect, the sky was a light blue.Madara and Hashirama walked a long way to find a wide grassland where the eagles could be released.The eagle, which had been imprisoned in a small place for many days, finally got a chance to fly, flapping its broad and powerful wings, and flew towards the sky.

Hashirama blocked the sunlight with his hand, watching the goshawk hovering in the air, the way of gliding on the air current was so elegant.

"Won't it just fly away?" He asked the friends around him.

"No." Madara obviously calmed down, "It will come back."

"But it's flying farther and farther."

"That will come back, too."

Madara said with absolute certainty.

Hashirama laughed.The spring breeze was blowing comfortably, he stretched his body in the warm sunshine, and then asked: "Hey, do you want to go on a trip?"

"where to?"

"Anywhere is fine. Come to think of it, I really haven't been to many places—— Madara, you too, right?"

Madara squinted at the hawk that was circling in the pale blue sky.Then, as if he had made up his mind, he smiled.

"Then go."

The goshawk finally found its target, uttered a sharp long cry, folded its wings and rushed towards the fleeing hare on the ground.

This is the best time in spring.

And they still have a whole summer and a whole autumn to come—no, there are countless spring days waiting for them.

This seems to have been stolen from a corner of time, but it is also an incomparably real life.

The End.

4. Manyo

一

Summer always seems too hot for Madara.

A string of small wooden wind chimes is hung on the porch of the house, and when the cool wind comes, it makes a muffled sound.He was lying on the porch, moving a little, moving a little with the shade of the trees in the courtyard.

Hashirama was called out by the villagers in the morning. When he forgot something and came back to pick it up, he saw the half-asleep and half-awake people instinctively moving with the tree shadows on the porch. He thought it was very cute—although the adjective used on Madara was somewhat Inappropriate.

While standing there watching, Madara noticed.

"Don't you want to go out?"

"I want to go out." Hashirama said, but came to Madara and sat next to him, "Are you still so afraid of heat? He is obviously a ninja who is good at escaping fire."

"is it not OK?"

of course can.

Hashirama brushed someone's messy hair away and kissed him on the cheek.He kind of doesn't want to go out.

Madara naturally knew exactly what he was thinking.The man opened his half-closed eyes, said "you" and pulled him down, turning a superficial kiss into an intimate entanglement.

It seems that there was such a thing a long time ago.

two

At that time, he went to visit Uchiha with good wine and side dishes, because he was quite familiar with him, so he went in directly, so he found that Madara was sitting on the porch playing a fan, with long hair that was always scattered behind him It was tied up in a rather rough way - the result was that those long hairs that were used to being free still couldn't get together well, but were unrestrained and unrestrained as usual.

This kind of dressing without any regard for image made Madara froze unnaturally for a moment when she realized that Hashirama was coming in.Hashirama suppressed no laughter: he didn't plan to suffer another blow in such a hot weather, so he just put down the things in his hands calmly.

"Would you like me to redo it for you?"

Madara raised her eyebrows: "You will?"

"...Huh?" Bashirama blinked, apparently not finding it difficult.He made a comb with a wooden handle, and untied the silk rope that was tied up indiscriminately, and then half-kneeled behind Madara's obliquely to help him comb his curled hair.

Madara was clearly still not used to having his back in the hands of others.Hashirama noticed that the shoulders of the other party had become stiff, and he tried to comfort the other party: "Don't worry about it."

"Who cares?"

Madara refused to admit it.But this intensified the feeling of someone behind him, and Hashirama felt that Madara was subconsciously avoiding his comb.

...Can you still teach people to help?

So he reached out and put his hand on the other's shoulder.

"quickly."

In the summer, Madara only wore a thin layer of kimono, which naturally couldn't separate the body temperature of the two of them.Madara's body temperature seemed to be a little lower—probably because he sat in the shade for too long.Hashirama supported his shoulder with one hand, and continued to comb his long hair with the other. Slowly, he felt the originally stiff muscles under his hands soften.In the end Madara almost leaned the weight over.

It felt amazing.

"All right."

Tie a knot on the silk rope that had been tied several times, and Zhu Jian announced that the work was done.Madara reached out and touched it, and found that the messy hair before was well tied into a high ponytail, and it was always much cooler than before.But this matter is not important now.

"I tied it very tightly. As long as I'm careful, I can hold on until tomorrow—"

The second half of the sentence disappeared between the lips and teeth.Hashirama stared at Madara's approaching face with wide eyes.

"On the contrary, it makes people warm up."

So it got messed up in the end.

three

Desire comes suddenly like a shower.

If there was a metaphor of conquest in their desires in the early years, it seemed that the intercourse of limbs could be used as a means to compete with each other--it has nothing to do with who enters who, even if Hashirama has always been stronger on this point He is good at winning the game and Madara has enough means to make him lose his armor; for a long time, they are more like confirming each other through this behavior, as if this intimate and seamless body movement is just a way for them to anchor their opponents way, as if the existence of body and soul could be confirmed by caresses and kisses.Hashirama is familiar with every muscle, every bone, and every scar, and he cherishes every time he confirms it with his eyes and lips, as if this is the only constant point in the fluid world.Madara, on the other hand, is more indulging in his feelings - or rather, he never hides it.He placed all his weaknesses and vitals under Hashirama's hands - that was almost equivalent to giving his life, but never said a soft, emotional word.It doesn't matter, after all, it has never been doubts about their mutual feelings that have held them back.

After so many years, until they stayed in the present world after the Fourth World War for some reason, they became the closest to Hashirama's ideal relationship of old friends - even, if it is more realistic, they should be called lovers relation.Even so, Hashirama couldn't fully believe that the ideal differences between them had been healed by yet another death.

He never asked Madara.

Madara also never talked about his failed ideals.

During the journey of the two of them, there was only this one question, which was deeply sealed in the box of silence, and no one touched it.

When the war just ended, many people worried whether the revived Uchiha Madara would continue to take any action to fulfill his genius and crazy dream that day, but unexpectedly, Madara seemed to give up what he had been obsessed with for a long time. The absolute betrayal seems to have allowed him to accept the ending of failure calmly.

Now that Unlimited Tsukiyomi has been proven to be false, then Madara will indeed not do anything again——Hashirama made such a guarantee, and left Konoha with Madara shortly thereafter, throwing away all guards , fear and defense are far behind.

That was a very simple excursion.

They didn't deliberately reveal their identities as ninjas, but walked slowly like two ordinary travelers.If you encounter the scenery you like, you can stay for a while. If you are short of money (in many cases, it is because someone accidentally entered the casino), you can go to anonymously accept a few missions - Hashirama once went to sell furniture.They have climbed the highest mountain, traveled around the sea, lived alone in the lonely snowfield, and mixed with the crowd in the bustling city.They have met all kinds of people. Sometimes they are invited to wedding banquets by enthusiastic villagers, and sometimes they are picked up by fellow travelers when they are resting in the road.