HashiMada Week 2022
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“Hashirama! It’s about damn time! I’ve been waiting for you!” Madara yells, perched on his cliff, gunbai in hand.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Izuna mutters in his earpiece as Madara catches sight of Hashirama’s character and rushes forward with a manic laugh. “Don’t abandon us, Madara! If Tobirama kills me again I swear I’m going to–”
Madara taps his headset, muting Izuna. He’s going to get an earful of it later, but it doesn’t matter. Their rank is officially locked in, the competition brackets already drawn up and official. This is a game just for fun. Fun he desperately needs because all the qualifying battles were mind-numbingly boring without Hashirama there to fight. Individually they were the top two players ranked world-wide. Madara shouldn’t be able to wipe a team of four just by himself. How such trash could even qualify a professional team was beyond him.
None of that matters now. Not when Madara sees Hashirama’s avatar in a rocky wasteland, green glow around him.
Finally. Madara’s fingers tighten on his mouse, his character’s flex around the large unwieldy fan.
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- Part 1 of HashiMada Week 2022
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The world plunges into darkness around him. It’s not a natural darkness, not like the ones up above. Just as there is no sun, there are no moon and stars here in the Underworld. The night is complete and all-consuming. The world shrinks to Hashirama’s body and the pomegranate tree behind him.
He is a god, the personification of the seasons and harvest but this must be what it feels like to be mortal. The sudden suffocating fear, nothing under your control and beholden to the whims of the Fates–
As soon as the night descends, it’s gone. The dim sunless sky is back.
And a man stands inches away from Hashirama’s face, red eyes smoldering with flame and embers and a scowl so severe it looks like a scar.
“What are you doing here?”
“Ah, the carvings got your eyes wrong,” is the first thing that slips from Hashirama’s mouth. It’s obvious this is the new King of the Dead himself. The spiky hair, the large bags under his eyes, and, if nothing else, the golden stalagmite crown is a dead giveaway. Madara. Somehow his scowl deepens. “They’re red, not gold.” Hashirama digs himself deeper and prays to the muses to take his voice away.
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- Part 2 of HashiMada Week 2022
- Part 3 of HashiMada Anniversary Fics
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Hahsirama is dying.
He doesn’t regret his choice.
He reaches towards the corpse, towards the face he doesn’t want to see unless it’s lit up with life.
His hand falls short.
Hashirama slumps over in the river, vision blurring as the darkness closes in. He barely brushes Madara’s mantle before he fades.
The God of Shinobi, dead by his own hand.
Hashirama doesn’t wake with a gasp, but with a slow sluggish headache. His heart pounds an unsteady rhythm in his chest and he’s confused about where he is. This isn’t the river–he’s dry and in a futon. It’s not the Pure Lands–surely there’d be no head to ache this badly in the afterlife.
Hashirama blinks and raises his head. He’s in his own room. This is his and Mito’s bed. Her side is empty, perfectly pressed with not a single wrinkle. He’s…not dead.
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- Part 3 of HashiMada Week 2022
- Part 5 of HashiMada Anniversary Fics
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Konoha Founders and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Body Swap by Mari_kel
Fandoms: Naruto
13 Apr 2022
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Step by lurching step, Madara crosses the room. He nearly falls against the dresser when he reaches out to steady himself, but manages not to send everything crashing to the ground. He reaches for the mirror.
“What. The. Fuck.” He knew something was wrong when he woke up. His body was too small, too…female as much as he didn’t want to think about it. He could deal with that. Madara is a shinobi, he can handle anything, but this?!
A scowling Hyuga girl’s face stares back at him. An injustice of the highest magnitude.
“Tobirama! I don’t know how, but I know you’re behind this!” Madara screams and smashes the mirror to the ground.
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- Part 4 of HashiMada Week 2022
- Part 4 of HashiMada Anniversary Fics
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“Hashirama.” He looks up and Madara’s face is right in front of his. His cheeks are bright red. Hashirama watches, breath stalled in his chest, as Madara closes the last gap and–
Their lips meet.
Static fills his ears.
And an agonizing pain carves its way into his chest.
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- Part 5 of HashiMada Week 2022
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“Come closer, Ashura,” the man says and then drives one of his pointed nails into Madara’s tender wrist. The pain is sharp and cutting, but nothing towards the instinctual fear that seizes him. Madara’s head snaps up and he yanks with all his might, lips curled and teeth bared as fresh blood trickles down his messy arm. The man doesn’t twitch but Hashirama backs away half a step, hackles raised, his mouth twisted in a similar snarl. “I told you both to get along.” He yanks Madara forward until he stumbles closer to Hashirama.
“Drink,” the man commands, holding his arm out to Hashirama. Both of them stop and stare at him, but Hashirama’s eyes dart quickly back to the sluggish blood dripping down Madara’s arm in rivulets.
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- Part 6 of HashiMada Week 2022
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Horizon: Shadow of the Carja by Mari_kel
Fandoms: Naruto, Horizon: Zero Dawn (Video Game)
16 Apr 2022
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“You heard me, girl ,” the guard spits the word and now Hashirama’s hackles start to rise, “if the Sun Queen thinks she’s worthy of the throne, she should handle whatever problem she has herself. Not send uppity palace women in her place.” He sneers. “Track down whatever shiny object she’s lost yourself. Stop bothering the men about it.”
The woman puffs up, chest expanding like a longleg’s. The captain sighs again, glaring at his guard but he doesn’t admonish him for his words.
“Don’t do whatever it is you’re thinking of doing,” Tobirama hisses.
Hashirama steps forward and clears her throat. “You need a tracker?”
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- Part 7 of HashiMada Week 2022