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It was a wait that has been near agonizing to endure.
The Lords form the Land of Fire, as well as the Daimyo were currently in another room looking over ballots from citizens of the newly formed Konoha; it was almost unheard of that so many clans come together like this so of course as the candidates sit outside the room the political figures want to make certain that the people chose wisely. After all they could with every last bit of their political power decide to reject the choice and put whoever they deem the better selection in power.
Dark onyx eyes look around the room slowly, dark gloved fingers tapping at his knee as the dark wild haired leader of the Uchiha sits beside his co-founder and rival in this vote...as well as lover. He can feel eyes on them both from Tobirama and Hikaku who were there as support while a few other choice candidates sit across from them.
Judging by how they were talking, fidgeting their patience too was running as thin as theirs.
Madara slowly slides his hand down slowly to rest by his side out of sight as Hashirama looks ahead. He knows it's tense, going to be tense a while longer while trying to keep their tensions in check. He doesn't seem too worried as the Senju Leader shifts in his seat-just lightly shifting his weight while also hiding his hands from sight to very gently intertwine their pinkies.
He knew from the moment this whole process began that Hashirama wanted him to be the Hokage.
Not that he didn't believe the man who has mastered Mokuton wouldn't be a good leader of their village. He could be strategic, able to make quick decisions in a battle and plan ahead when he put his mind to it. That is when his emotions weren't clouding his judgement. How such a strong and sturdy warrior was such mess of feelings was quite...intriguing to say the least.
While at times he could be a bit unwelcome, Madara can't help but find it so endearing at the same time. So open like a book and easy to tease while also managing to command a room when the situation called for it. Yes Hashirama would make a good Hokage...but he also recognized his weakness could be a hindrance. Everyone of them had something that could be a hindrance but it was something all of them knew they had to work on.
Then again he's pretty sure everyone else in the room wants Madara to lose since he's not an easy man to manipulate. If anything he was the one pulling strings and swaying others to see things his way either through his words or through the jutsu that made his clan the most dangerous yet most efficient in protecting this village; the Sharingan.
"What do you think is taking so long?" Hashirama whispers to him quietly, while Tobirama has begun to pace.
Madara blinks himself out of his thougths before he sighs, "I suspect it is not an easy decisions for any of them. Whoever they choose not only watches over the civilians but also works with the clans who have chosen to join our village...it would have to be someone who can work well with all of them.'
Hashirama hums before he smiles a bit, "I think you work well in serious matters with the clans and shinobi. You just have to give them one look and they go quiet from pure fear..."
"Snrk," he rolls his eyes before slowly curling his forefinger with the other man's to bring their hands closer. No one needed to know or see the intimacy of their relationship especially not Tobirama. He made is especially clear that the Hokage should be elected into the position instead of just handed it, though a part of Madara felt that this was an attempt to ensure the Uchiha's leader didn't gain the position so easily.
Those red eyes narrow when he passes the two again in his pacing while Hikaku sits with his chin resting on his clasped fingers.
"..Don't mind Tobirama. He's been on edge trying to organize an efficient system that shinobi can work with."
He just nods quietly at the words from the other before his middle finger now wraps around Hashirama's, their hands more than half way intertwined. It was nerve wracking waiting to hear who was going to lead them, that it was so quiet behind those doors. Feeling that warm familiar calloused hand in his own cooler pale one was enough to keep him grounded.
The soft creak was the first warning they got before the doors open and the Lords steps out first before being followed by the Daimyo of the Land of Fire. The shinobi immediately stands, Madara pulling his hand reluctantly away from his lover's; wanting to be professional before the eyes of the men who used to hire his clan to fight in their wars while also battling for their own honor against sworn enemies. He has only ever known them through the bloody business dealings made between them,
The Daimyo walks forwards while calmly opening his fan with a hum, stopping before them, "Forgive us for such a long wait all of you. After much careful consideration amongst my pears and hearing the testimonies of different representatives of the candidates we have finally come to a decision."
He looks at Hashirama from the corner of his eyes, just thinking for a moment; if they spoke his name at the moment it wouldn't come as a surprise. He was so well loved and highly respected despite his shortcomings. He made up for them with his undeterred resolve and powerful skills as a shinobi. Maybe with him as leader Madara could just focus on his clan and making sure they weren't ostracized or looked down on-
"The new Hokage of Konohagakure will be Uchiha Madara."
He froze when he hears his name leave the man's lips. He blinks his eyes as he can hear whispers erupt around him while Hikaku touches his shoulder with a small smile while Tobirama takes in a slow deep breath before he closes his eyes to keep himself in check. Always the logical one between himself and his brother, Madara has always noticed.
Hashirama though?
He suddenly turns with a bright smile and hugs Madara with a bright loud laugh; the one that makes his cheeks flush a soft pink and his heart pound in his chest while he processes that it was his name that came from the Daimyo's lips. His name that came after "Hokage of Konohagakure will be" as his lover's arms almost break his back in a hug. He grunts quietly blinking as he slowly raises his arms to return the hug.
He...he was...
He was the first Hokage of the village they always dreamed.
..I wish you were here to see it Izuna...