Sitting at his desk, Madara drums his fingers on the sleek wood. His empty eyes scan over the various documents, tired of the dull task.
He clicks his pen once, signing the paper on top quickly.
His blank gaze shifts as the door opens, a familiar friendly face walking through. Quickly, his expression shifts to that of his normal self.
“Yo, Madara.” Hashirama greets, a smile on his face as he enters and leans against a wall.
“You never answered my text. I was worried, y'know!”
“Sorry. I was… preoccupied.”
“Well, you’re alive, so that’s what matters, I suppose.” Hashirama sighs.
The man at the desk leers around quickly, like someone was watching.
“I know this may be a bit out of left-field, but… what is it like to be in love?” Madara asks, looking up at Hashirama as the man grows giddy.
“Why, you got your eye on someone? I wont judge!” He walks over, arms crossed as he stares down with a large grin.
“Maybe.” Madara glances to the side with a bashful smile, Hashirama’s grin managing to grow as he turns dramatically.
“I never thought this day would come! Madara, in love! It’s truly a miracle!”
“Alright, alright, stop with the theatrics.” Madara slightly smiles.
If only Hashirama knew…
His face drops for less than a second, a much darker expression taking hold.
“You didn’t deny it!” Hashirama laughs triumphantly. “But either way, you said you wanted to know what it’s like to love?”
“Yes. You and Mito share it, no?”
“Absolutely. I married her for a reason, y'know.” He chuckles, pulling up a chair and propping up his legs, much to Madara’s chagrin.
“So?” Madara impatiently questions.
“Well, it’s an interesting feeling. Most of the time, for me at least, it’s felt with trust and comfort. A gentle warmth that kinda holds you captive, in a way.”
“Has it ever… made you want to hurt others?” His dark, coal eyes focus on the man as he thinks.
“I’d be lying if I said no. Jealousy is awful, but I’d work through it knowing that nothing would come of it.”
Too bad Madara wasn’t a trusting man.
“Well, thank you then. That’s really all I wanted to know.”
Hashirama grins, and his feet once again touch the ground as he grins mischievously, leaning in.
“I’ve told you that, now you tell me who it is you’re thinking about!”
“Oh, uh, well, it’s no one in particular, just-” Madara’s face steadily grows redder and redder as he stumbles over his words.
Madara’s cold eyes quickly check his expression, soon returning to his faux fluster.
“Calm down! I won’t judge. Just spill the beans!”
Calming down with a sigh, Madara looks to the side as he rubs the back of his neck. “Well, you know that bartender?”
Hashirama’s eyes widen.
“From Sat-err… Sunday?! Wait, didn’t I embarrass you in front of them…?” Hashirama ponders, tapping his chin.
Madara sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Yes. Yes you did.”
“Oh. Sorry!” He laughs again.
“Even so, I did manage to connect with them further.” He offhandedly mentions, turning to look out the window.
Hashirama gasps, hands flying to cover his mouth.
“My son…! You’ve grown up so fast, already getting into a relationship! Oh, I can’t believe it!”
“Now you’re the one who needs to calm down.”
“How can I?! You, who has shown zero romantic interest in anyone, suddenly comes to me with your plight in love! How far did you go?! I need the details!”
Thank god the door was closed, but who knows how much people could hear outside of his office.
“What the- Plight?! Where did that come from-”
“Unimportant! What happened?!” Hashirama slams his hands onto the desk, staring the intimidated man down with a ferocious gaze.
“If you quiet down, I’ll tell you.”
His strangely forward tone didn’t quite match with his outward appearance, but Hashirama didn’t question it too much.
“Fine, whatever.” Hashirama pouts, sitting back down.
“Well, yesterday I went out for coffee, and I saw Y/N there.”
“Ooh, nice name.”
Madara rolls his eyes at the interruption.
“Continuing on, we saw each other and exchanged numbers, and have been occasionally chatting.”
“Could… I see?” Hashirama asks, leaning in with a smile like that of a young kid in a department store.
“Why?” Madara leans back, arm darting forward fruitlessly as Hashirama swipes his phone off of his desk. “Wait-”
“Haha!” He laughs, turning it on and immediately deflating. “What’s the password?”
“Give me that!” Madara stands, trying to grab the phone out of his hands while still being behind the desk.
“Ohohoh? What is so precious that you must fight to keep it secret?”
Madara groans. “Is it so wrong that I want a modicum of privacy?!”
“Yes. Now what’s your password?”
Madara sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose again. “Fine. Hand it over.”
“Okay-wait. What if you just take it?”
“You won’t know until I do. Besides, it’s the only way my phone gets opened.” Madara holds out his hand expectantly, Hashirama slowly handing the phone over.
The moment it’s in his hand, he retracts his arm, unlocking it just to smirk at Hashirama. Hashirama, in turn, steals it from his hand again.
“Okay, let’s see here, messenger app… Ahah! There’s the contact.” Hashirama gasps as he sees the messages. He looks up at Madara, shocked.
“You’ve sent… good morning texts…?”
Madara stares at him like he’s stupid. “Yeah? What’s wrong with-”
“What’s wrong with that?! Nothing, my friend! Oh my god, you’re practically dating them already!” He fakes dizziness, leaning back into a ‘woe is me’ pose with the back of his hand on his forehead while the other tightly clutches Madara’s phone to his chest.
“Joyous day!” He cries out dramatically.
“Calm the hell down, Hashirama.”
“How can I?! My best friend, one who I might’ve given up hope for, finally found someone! I’m so happy I could cry.”
“Jesus Christ, please don’t.” Madara covers his face with his hands, his exasperated ruse dropping for yet another moment.
“You won’t be able to stop me. Anyway, you have any meetings planned with them?” Hashirama’s sudden switch makes Madara’s eye twitch as he lifts his head from his hands.
Hashirama sets the phone down again, and Madara grabs it quickly, stuffing it in his pocket.
“Not quite. I do plan on meeting with them tonight, as kind of a surprise.” Madara confesses.
“Ooh, how fun. Well, I gotta get back to work. Tell me how it goes!” Hashirama turns, leaving with a wave.
The moment the door closes, Madara’s face again drops.
He opens his phone, looking at the location told to him.
He knew where to go.
Yet again, a devilish smirk grows.
The cold wouldn’t last for much longer.
'I’ll see you there! :)’
Tobirama smiles at his phone, but he barely manages to keep it in his grasp as his brother nearly breaks down the door.
“Tobirama, you will not believe what I just found out.” Hashirama states, staring his brother down.
“What, that you’re paying for the damages to my door?”
“Well- no, but-” Hashirama stumbles, getting cut off.
“You’d better. What is it?”
Hashirama’s face lightens once more, but his eyes narrow as he sees the phone in Tobirama’s hands.
“I mean, I was gonna tell you, but it looks like whatever you’re doing is more important. Don’t mind me, I’ll be taking my leave.” He flashes a coy smile, backing up.
And with that, Hashirama closes the door much more peacefully than he opened it, leaving his exasperated brother in his office.
“What is with him…?” Tobirama shakes his head, not bothering to question his brother’s actions any further.
Y/N crouches down, petting Rita as she meows.
“You won’t break anything while I’m gone this time, right?”
Again, Rita meows.
“I’ll take that as a yes. It better be a yes. Your food is ready, you should be okay until I get back, don’t be any more of a bastard.”
With that, Y/N pets her one last time, and exits.
Quickly patting themselves down, Y/N check for the essentials. “Wallet, phone, keys… I should be good.” Nodding, they pull out their phone. “Where was that place again?”
The GPS app opens and they type in the address, memorizing the path.
“Alright. Not too bad.”
Y/N looks up at the dark clouds, able to ever so slightly see the moon through them.
Hopefully it doesn’t rain on them before they make it.
Tobirama had suggested the restaurant, which was a fairly simple, yet long walk from their place. It was going to take around twenty or thirty minutes to get there, so Y/N made sure to leave early.
The streets had the occasional person, who rushed past, eager to get to their destination.
The city was certainly different than what they had grown up with.
Smiling, they remember the tearful goodbyes from those in their hometown.
They had to leave if they wanted to pursue their dream of opening their own bar, after all.
So far, those they have met have been either respectful or straight up kind.
They smile, continuing to walk.
The city was much better than they expected.
The plan was much better than he expected.
Madara sees them, hard eyes slightly softening in the dark alley.
Their outfit was casual yet appealing, most certainly drawing his eyes.
Soon, Y/N. Soon.
He shakes his head, trying to ignore the distractions that hindered him in his plot.
They continue walking closer, approaching his hiding spot near the entrance of the alley. He was lucky, they had come from this side of the restaurant.
He nearly trembles in excitement, eyes dilating with anticipation.
The heavy object in his hand shifts ever so slightly, the cold metal barely making any noise.
Y/N smiles, waving to someone.
That grin of his widens further at the man’s apparent presence, but first things first…
He huffs, darting out a few steps to draw Y/N into the alley. One hand had grabbed their arm, while the other, holding the weapon, wrapped around their stomach.
Struggling, Y/N freezes as the cold metal presses into their side.
“Let go of them!” Tobirama shouts, Madara already many feet into the alley. Madara’s form was hidden in the shadows of the alley, making him nothing more than an anonymous shade.
Tears form in their eyes as fear takes hold of them. Madara’s previously excited face drops as he sees the expression.
Thay weren’t supposed to cry.
He gently hushes them with a slight sway, Y/N’s eyes widening. They reach out one arm, yelling, “No, stay back! He-”
Madara covers their mouth with one hand, coercing them further back into the alley. Can’t ruin the surprise, after all.
Tobirama runs forward, snarling. “Leave them be!” He shouts.
He lifts an arm, leveling it with Tobirama’s head, and…
A whipping crack, and Tobirama’s eyes widen. Being halfway through a stride, he tumbles to the ground, red staining his silver hair. His limp body lays, unmoving.
Crimson blood dribbles out of the newly formed hole in his temple, and Y/N stares in horror.
They begin to struggle once more, violently thrashing in his tightening grip. They shout, the noises muffled by the hand still held over their mouth.
“Sleep…” Madara mumbles, Y/N pausing again as they hear his voice.
It couldn’t be!
Their rapid, disbelieving thoughts were cut off as their vision goes black. He had knocked them out.
Madara smiles, the expression not quite reaching his unnatural eyes. He flicks the safety on his gun as he puts it away. Picking Y/N up carefully, he clicks his tongue at the rapidly approaching footsteps.
“Was that a gunshot?!” A woman questions, Madara ducking behind a dumpster as she checks the alley.
“S-sir, are you okay?”
Her footsteps slowly get closer, and judging by the shuffle of clothes, she had crouched down.
He checks around the corner, face flat as he observes the woman’s reaction.
She sees the blood, and finally turns over his body, screaming as she sees the hole.
“Oh my god!” She shrieks, standing up to rapidly back away, stumbling and falling out of the alley. He leans back into his hiding spot, judging the distance to the end of the alley.
“Miss, are you alright?” Another voice asks, Madara grimacing at the new arrival.
“Shit.” He grumbles, adjusting his hold on Y/N.
“Th-that man, he’s been murdered! Call the police!” She begs, the other person gasping.
“I’ll call them right away, stay here!”
Taking his chance, Madara darts off, further into the alley.
“H-hey! Stop!” The woman cries.
Madara glances over his shoulder, ruby eye making the lady freeze in terror.
It practically glowed in the darkness, illuminating nothing but the iris and pupil as it dug into her for the few seconds it was directed towards her.
Her voice was caught in her throat at the silhouette’s glance.
Madara sighs as he treks through the various alleyways, feeling accomplished.
He looks up at the sudden sight of a raindrop on Y/N’s skin, feeling one hit his cheek soon after.
He holds them closer, quietly wishing to himself that he had an umbrella.
He feels their light breaths against his skin, making him shiver. A slight blush takes over his face as he finally registers their proximity.
The warmth emanating from them was a welcome one.
The rain begins to come down a little heavier, so he ducks under an overhang with accompanying darkened windows.
Y/N shifts slightly, groaning as their hand lifts to their face, feeling the residual water.
Their eyes slowly open, seeing vermillion eyes staring at them as they realize arms surround them.
“Wh-what, who-” They stutter, unbelieving to the man’s identity.
Those cursed bright eyes hold a smile in them as the owner speaks. “Hello, Y/N.” He smirks, hearing their breath hitch once more at his voice.
With furrowed brows and a pounding head, they try to push him away, to no avail.
“Why?!” They shout, continuing to struggle.
“Keep quiet; remember, I do have a weapon.” His voice, eerily smooth, contains a calmness that suggests remorselessness.
They pause, quieting down but still trying to escape his grasp. “Why did you-”
They’re cut off as Madara’s arms unwrap from around them, his hands soon capturing theirs.
“Kill Tobirama? It’s quite simple.”
He chuckles, watching Y/N’s eyes dart around as they look for an escape route, not much different from a cornered animal.
The rain pours down heavier, an obnoxious percussion that drowned out every sound other than their voices.
“Well,” He begins, their eyes focusing on him as he speaks and giving him a strange level of satisfaction. “I did it for you.”
“What?! What do you mean?!” They try to pull away again, but Madara simply leans in.
“I believe I am… in love with you.”
Their eyes shift to further confusion and fright at his confession, unbelieving.
“We met just a few days ago! How-no, why do you-” Their frantic questions are again cut off by Madara.
“You’re warm. Always willing to help. You’ve distracted me and taken up my thoughts without even being there.” He smiles gently, almost seeming normal.
“I’m not dumb enough to believe that you love me back, though. I did murder someone in front of you, after all.” He chuckles, as if remembering the killing as a fond memory.
Madara leans in further, now touching foreheads with Y/N, whose back just hit the wall behind them. They froze, much like a deer in headlights.
Madara finally gives in to his urges, connecting his lips to theirs in a long lasting, controlling kiss that left both of them breathing heavily once separated.
He grins, pinning their arms to the wall behind them. “Why?” He continues, carmine eyes amusedly following Y/N’s.
“Because I’m so very, very cold without you.”