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Neither knew why, but the four individuals were summoned to this unknown area, seemingly reunited...?
Madara and Obito lingered on one side, whilst Hashirama and Tsunade were standing on the other side, separated from one another by a mere metre.
Obito had been awkwardly glancing around, and Hashirama was thanking the wonders of God as he'd suddenly escaped his brother's cruel lecturing.
Meanwhile, Madara narrows his eyes at Tsunade, who stubbornly glares at him, the two of them secretly bickering through the power of mutual dislike.
'Don't you dare tell him-' Madara threatened.
'You wish.' But in the presence of Hashirama, his threat was no scarier than a baby lion who'd just learnt to recognise its mother.
Tsunade shows a disgruntled expression and hooks an arm around Hashirama's arm before pointing accusingly at the elder Uchiha who stared at her warningly.
"Oji-sama! That bastard cut my torso in half just before!" Tsunade exposes the fuming man in an instant, showing a pitiful expression as Hashirama seems to jump in surprise, expression one in disbelief.
"Is that true?" Hashirama inquires slightly helpless as his eyebrow twitches, and with contained anger, Madara could only clench his fists in preparation to justify his action.
"Only weak Senju get their torsos cut, compared to you, she was a disgrace to my eye." Madara confesses with irritation, watching as Tsunade makes a great expression of offence.
"Wow, I'm so jealous of your heart's dead set devotion towards him." Obito chimes into the conversation, saying his sentence in a deadpan voice.
"Shut up, you lolicon." Madara warns, still carefully eyeing Tsunade who pitifully holds onto Hashirama's arm with endearing affection, much to Madara's great vexation.
"Well, back in the day, I've gotten my arms and legs ripped off before!" Hashirama suddenly speaks with his iconic laugh, expression overly cheerful as always. "And this one time this guy even thought that cutting off my fingers would stop me! Gahahaha-!"
Tsunade shows exasperation in her eyes as she shakes her head with a sigh, "Oji-sama... that's not something to boast about. Please take better care of your body!"
"Mhn, mn. However, what you did to Tsuna was crossing the line! You were very immature for doing so." Hashirama concludes, expression in a troubled frown as he places a defensive hand over Tsunade's shoulder, pulling his granddaughter in for a hug.
Madara looked to be constraining so much inner anger for so long that he was about to implode and chase Tsunade down the streets of Konoha for one whole week straight with no rest.
"Heh." Tsunade smirks as she hugs Hashirama back, an expression so smug that Madara's big eyes were about to fall out of its sockets.
"Old man, your killing intent is too evident-"
"Shut it, you simp." Madara responds almost too smoothly, eyes not needing to glance in Obito's direction to know that the boy was already too tired to glare holes through Madara's back.
"Oho! Say, what's your name?" Hashirama finally seems to notice Obito's almost nonexistent presence and strode over curiously, a kind smile taking place on his face.
"Eh? Ah... the name's Obito." He introduces himself using informal language as it was a habit, expression slightly weary as he awaited for the great Hokage’s reaction.
But the elder Senju didn't mind at all and observed him with slight excitement.
"Is that so? You have Madara's nose! Mhn, mn, you're quite a handsome individual, aren't you?" Hashirama compliments in all earnestly, a benevolent smile radiating on his face.
Obito's expression goes blank, mouth shaped in a lowercase 'o' shape. He did not pay attention to the fact that Hashirama totally assumed Obito as Madara's relative but to the fact that when Hashirama smiled, Obito saw a particular someone reflecting from such a sweet smile...
Obito suddenly shifts closer to him, standing close beside him with suddenly shining and glittering eyes.
"I think I understand why that old man is so attracted to you now." Obito began, watching as Hashirama glanced back at him with puzzlement in response.
"Oi, oi, oi. Who said you could talk so informally to him, Obito-kun?" Madara, whether hearing that previous line or not, suddenly flashes behind Obito and ominously grasps onto the kid's shoulder, his grip was not one to be underestimated.
Obito jumps from the sudden pain before fuming with anger, turning around to glare angrily at Madara, who calmly now stood close by Hashirama's left side.
"Ahhh- I'm so pissed now! And why do I need permission from a stinking old man?!" Obito demands, looking like a teenage boy who'd been constantly picked on for far too long in his life.
"Clearly because Hashirama is mine." Madara responds with a straight face, giving Obito a glance that said 'are you really going to try and leech off someone's person again?'
"Wait, hold on, hold on, when did Oji-sama become yours?!" Tsunade demands, walking over to the three huddled close together to hug Hashirama's arm on his other side, Madara simply smirks at such a remark, to which Tsunade grimaces towards.
"Gahahaha, well, well. Everyone here does have my genes, so I guess we're like one big family!" Hashirama exclaims with amusement, expression jovial as he laughs again.
"Hashirama... I didn't mean it in that way..." Madara said weakly, defeated by Hashirama's obliviousness.
"Oji-sama, I am your family but not those two! Especially that bastard!" Tsunade exclaims, blatantly referring to Madara as the ‘bastard’, expression pouting as she rubs her head pitifully against Hashirama's arm.
"Come on Tsuna, let's all get along now." Hashirama soothes her and rubs her head, clearly spoiling the now triumphantly grinning woman, as Madara glared daggers at her, wondering why Hashirama won't soothe him too.
"Hashirama-san, I have war PTSD and it truly scares me every night." Obito suddenly began saying out of the blue, his always impassive and tired expression, to Madara's greatest horror, somehow morphed into a genuinely pitiful looking one.
Hashirama watches Obito push beside him, completely ignoring Madara who was forced to back off, and laughs a little.
If Madara was fuming before, he felt he'd passed away from the amount of unfairness he was feeling. Never in the last many decades of his life has he been treated this way!
"Oh! Oji-sama, why don't we take a photo!" Tsunade suggests innocently.
"Mhn, I think that'll calm my PTSD." Obito chimes in ignorantly, smiling sheepishly as Hashirama continues to gently rub both of their heads as the kind and loving man he was.
Hashirama's considerate head rubs seems to have a strong healing effect as it instantly brought and united Tsunade and Obito; once enemies, in an instant.
Perhaps Madara did not care as much for the uniting part, but he sure wanted Hashirama to give him love and affection too!
"Oh! Then would you mind taking a photo for us, Madara?" Hashirama asks kindly, compassionately smiling as Madara stares blankly at the three of them. Two smug smiles and one innocent one, Madara was truly about to cough out a mouthful of blood.
"You won't?" Hashirama asks with slight disappointment, an expression so utterly pitiful that Madara could only let his invisible tears out whilst violently grabbing for a camera out of nowhere.
"I will, I will." Madara watches through the camera lens as Hashirama stands in the middle cheerfully, Tsunade hugged his arm on one side and Obito rests his head against Hashirama's shoulder on the other side, the two of them looking very much comfortable and sharing him some shameful smirks through the camera lens.
Those two little-!!!!!
Then everything turned dark.
"Ah- Ah?! M-Madara! He suddenly passed out!" Hashirama hurries over to his friend, placing a finger under Madara's nose and almost letting out a squeal as he noticed that the heartbeat had stopped too.
"Oop- looks like he went past his threshold of hiding his anger. Went ahead and fainted, haha!" Tsunade slaps her thigh as she celebrates jovially.
"Ahhh, I'm so sad." Obito comments in a dead voice, not at all caring. "But I wonder if he at least got the photo in the end."
Meanwhile,
"Madara! Wake up!" Hashirama pursues his attempts of waking Madara up by slapping the poor man's already swollen red cheeks.