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"Elder brother," someone yelled, "why are you talking with an Uchiha?"
Madara turned around and saw him, an exotic furious child with white hair, Madara used not to see different people than the typical black hair and eyes of his clan, even Hashirama looked normal with his brown hair and these dark eyes, but he, Madara had never seen something like that, his skin was too white and his red eyes drew all the attention. Madara smiled; for him, it didn't matter his hateful words nor his way of talking, it only mattered that he seemed to be a storm. Then, Madara thought his own fire could be dominated by his flood.
"H.hi... I'm Madara"
Tobirama looked down on him; he was used to hating all Uchiha, even if he didn't know them, and obviously, Madara wasn't the exception.
"I don't mind."
"What's your name?" Madara ignored his last words and asked, but Tobirama just rolled his eyes and yelled at Hashirama again.
Hashirama sighed; he was sure his brother was going to run to their father and tell him everything; he could imagine all his words and the obvious reprimand by his father.
But Madara wasn't interested in the real situation. "Are your eyes real?" he said, touching Tobirama's face.
"What are you doing?" Tobirama barked, "Don't touch me."
However, Madara overlooked those words and remembered how older people used to conquer their girls. He knew Tobirama wasn't a girl, but he didn't have any reference about how to conquer guys.
"What are a cute guy like you doing in this forest?"
Tobirama felt drowned with his own saliva, he had heard 'curious, strange' as adjectives about himself, but never a pretty word like that. However, he wasn't easy to convince.
"Don't say that" Tobirama argued with a little shame.
"As the older person here, I give you my authorization to kiss him," Hashirama said to Madara, who giggled.
Tobirama felt between annoyed and curious; he didn't know why his elder brother did that, but that Uchiha child was too close. He wanted to start a fight, but he couldn't; inside, Tobirama wasn't a war lover. Then, as Tobirama didn't do or say anything, Madara decided that kissing him was ok.
No one has ever kissed him; he was just ten, the accurate age for war but not for kisses. Of course, the kiss was not like his parents gave at each other; there weren't tongues nor open mouths; it was a simple, innocent, and fast kiss.
"No!" Tobirama shouted; the truth was he didn't know how to react. Then, he pushed Madara, turned around, and ran.
Hashirama had a belly laugh when he saw Tobirama running. "Don't worry, Madara," he said and ran after his brother.
"Wait, Tobi."
Tobirama didn't stop. "I'll tell everything to father."
"Me too."
Then, Tobirama stopped. "You can't do that."
"Yes, I can."
Tobirama screamed and tried to hit Hashirama, and he left furiously when couldn't. However, next day, Tobirama is back in the forest.