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"Can we...become back to the way we were before?" The question...that caused the meal to end in the little person's tears...

Sorry.... Really sorry.... Sasuke....

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Fic: Hashirama X Madara:

A person who is full of love like you.... It doesn't suit me...

"Hoy! Madara! Let's go have a drink together to celebrate the end of work! Usa can close a big project once and for all,” said a young man with tan hair. The luxurious owner of the architecture office, Senshu Hashirama, said in a cheerful tone. But he didn't hesitate to turn around and disturb his friends at the next table.

Uchiha Madara, heir to the company's owner real estate Big place in Japan who decided to give the company to his grandson "Uchiha Obito" to take care of and then let himself come to work in the architectural office.

Indy

instead

“I'd better pass. I have to go back and check Obito's account. I'm not as busy as you.” The young man's eyes were filled with coldness. Standing up to his full height, he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder, not paying attention to the person next to him.

“Sir, I don't have any free time. Brother......"

“Come on, Tobirama, the car is ready, right? I came up here to follow you. Oh, I missed you, but I won't tell you~!” Hashirama saw the sudden appearance of the new arrival and interrupted him, hugging his younger brother's neck before laughing.

“Yes, the car is ready. Let's go back." Tobirama, Hashirama's only younger brother, was a quiet person, not much different from Madara. It's probably because of their similarities that the two don't get along with each other much.

Maybe it's the luck of the people at this company. Tobirama hasn't resigned from his old job to supervise P'Jae yet. So I don't see them being repulsed very often. At least almost every evening. Because he came to pick up his older brother every day until everyone started to become close with them.

"Yes, I'll follow Madara. If you're interested, you can call me, haha." The long-haired man followed closely behind his younger brother. He turned to emphasize his friend again.

Madara chose not to answer. He narrowed his eyes slightly in annoyance.

“Sir, sir. The car is ready, sir."

"yeah"

“Uncle, I think I won't miss it this time.” The figure of a short, dark-haired young man in a suit murmured. Camouflage shifted the goggles on his head in frustration. Definitely for a young man like him. Being stuck at work until 11:00 p.m. is no fun at all.

“And what if you make a mistake?” the owner of the long, unruly black hair said without looking up from the pile of documents. Dark eyes framed with glasses made him look even colder than before.

“Oh, Uncle, have I ever made a mistake?”

"In the 3rd month of the first year that you started work, in the 9th month of that year, in the 6th month of the next year.."

"That's enough. Please go check it out...sigh~" The grandchild sat down in a hidden chair, turning around in boredom.

"So, how's the matter with Rin?" But it seemed like a strange question from his uncle made Obito's eyes widen before he sat up.

“Ah..uh…that kind of thing..” The younger man blushed before speaking in a stuttering voice.

“Or will you change your mind and love that rival instead?”

“Are you crazy, Uncle!”

“Right now, you're going after that bloke more than Miss Rin.” His hand raised his glasses. He squinted and looked into his eldest grandson's eyes, weighing in.

“Know him, know us. Battle a hundred times, win once." But the voice that replied Instead, it was the voice of another grandson.

“Here it is, Itachi.” The oldest person in the room was still staring at the pile of documents.

"Are you late, Itachi? How are you going to get back?" asked Obito, who saw his cousin carry a pile of documents and dump them on his large desk, as he turned around in his chair.

“I think Uncle should rest a little. I'm going to get sick from work."

“Hey! Please take an interest in me. Aiiitachi!!!”

“Ahem!” But before the two of them started fighting The president of the company stood up to his full height before taking off his glasses and massaging the little eyes.

"Then give it to me, Itachi."

The clock chimes indicating 2 a.m.

But he couldn't calm his distraught mind. Madara rose slowly from the bed. Blue eyes looked out the window....

What is he going to do now? Sigh...

A strong hand grabbed a cell phone and checked foreign stock prices.

Stunned...

SH:

Doing what?

Notification line

Pops up with a message from someone he doesn't want to miss. Madara chose not to answer. He ran his fingers over and continued reading foreign news.

SH:

I know you're not asleep yet.

SH:

Are you really not going to answer?

SH:

Hello

SH:

Don't make a fuss about it.

SH:

Hello.

SH:

Hello.

SH:

Hello.

But when seeing the other party not answering People on mobile phones choose to spam indiscriminately instead. It made the people who were black and stressed reading the news even unable to read it.

Uchiha Madara:

what?

SH:

Let's go travel! tomorrow

office

Please stop.

Uchiha Madara:

unavailable

SH:

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Let's go!

Just a message on Line makes the reader smile with a smile on his lips...

Uchiha Madara:

Where are you going?

SH:

Where are you going to find something to eat? I'll pick you up at the condo >

w <

Uchiha Madara:

When we arrive, let's call. We'll be down soon.

Ting Tong....

The sound of the doorbell ringing caused people who were watching foreign news with a drowsy expression to get up and open the door.

"Hoy! How did you get up?” When he saw the other person, Madara gasped. He was quite confident in the security system of this condo. But being able to get in trouble and stand in front of his room without going through anything was something like.... so much for him

“Tequila or fresh milk?” The long-haired owner in casual clothes picked up the two bottles in a good mood. This is very different from the owner of the room who made a face of gratitude and did not accept it.

"Tits like you are perfect." After saying that, he immediately inserted himself into the room.

“What is it?” His cold voice still made the listeners feel apprehensive.

“No, I just thought you were someone who was concerned about your health. And I want tequila.” His voice was as warm as the summer sun. It was warm, but on the other hand, it was accompanied by rain that was not difficult to recognize.

“You normally aren't like this. Whatever you say, I'll listen." After saying that, he grabbed two shot glasses from the cabinet and put them on the counter.

“..." Hashirama was silent. before sighing He sat down on a high chair in front of the counter. His eyes held an unmistakable pressure.

Madara raised an eyebrow. He had never seen a person as warm as the winter sun sit and suffer like this before.

A thin hand quickly opened the tequila cap. before slowly pouring into the glass As soon as the glass was full, the long-haired, straight-haired person grabbed the glass and downed it into his mouth in one go.

"Alright, whatever it is," Madara said, taking a seat across from him and weighing in on his arms. Big, round eyes stared into the other's dark eyes. His thin hand moved to hold the clear glass. But before I had a chance to drink it, Hashirama's thicker hand gripped his instead.

Some of them opened their eyes wide in confusion.

“You're not suitable for him,” a deep voice said, pulling the thin glass out of the other man's hand and downing it. Swallowing the foul-tasting liquid like water.

“How?” A cold voice said with dissatisfaction.

“Sir, even though you look cold... But you're still gentle..." The tall figure murmured softly. without looking at the other party His hand opened the liquor bottle and casually poured the liquid into the two clear glasses.

Even if it's an annoying mess. But Madara didn't care much about that compared to the other person's metaphors.

"How?" Madara said harshly, he didn't understand.

“Never mind, you will listen to me complain. Or are you going to listen to me explain your story?”

Words that made Madara tremble.... This guy....since when did he dare to speak to him!?

"Then you can go back to my house."

"Hey! I'm so sorry."

“..." Ended with Madara looking annoyed at the other side. before grabbing another glass of tequila that was sitting there and shoving it into his throat roughly.

“Oi, I told you, you don't fit in.” Hashirama stood up and snatched the glass from the other man's hand. But Madara held back... It turned out that the two had unintentionally put their hands together. Instinctively, Madara snatched both his hand and the glass from his grasp.

“Why do you hate me so much?” After saying that, the owner of the straight hair mumbled before making a motion as if he was going to cry.

“If you want to cry, just shut up and leave.” The host stood up to his full height and pointed towards the exit.

“Ah, Madara, are you not paying attention to me at all? Usah has come a long way.” Hearing the other person's words, he cut him off in a low tone. He became even more confident.

"Don't come. I don't care."

“Then you can drink it. But I already drank that glass…”

Those words made the host a little shaken. His face became so sweet that he couldn't tell.

“So what? Or are you saying that you hate me? Men too, what are they afraid of?” After saying that, the person who hesitated for a second then gave the other person a long, long response to cover it up. Until people can only laugh and listen, it will be quiet.

“It's a man..”

“What do you say?”

“No, come on, let's have a drink.” With that, the taller man poured pure liquor into the two small glasses again.

“So what are you here for?” After returning to his normal drinking routine, Madara returned to being serious again. Hashirama was silent, his eyes narrowing. The symptoms are probably no different from the sun on a rainy day. He looks sad...why?

“Well, you are the head of the family.” The tall man looked at the clear liquid in the small glass.

“Yes, you too.” Madara looked down at the other man who was about to take another sip of wine.

“And you, are you thinking about personal matters...or family first?” The question made him hiccup.

Hashirama looked up at the other man who was also avoiding his eyes. before he sighed tiredly Madara saw this and took a swig of liquor into his mouth.

“You'll be drunk before you can finish telling the story,” the tall man teased the other party. Instead, he poured more liquor for the other party.

“Just say it.”

“You answer me.”

"..." Madara was silent, avoiding his eyes. Choose not to answer again.

“Tobirama chose to put his family first, but I... don't want it to be like that.” With that, he gulped down the liquor into his mouth again. You could say that he was already drunk. After downing several shots

"Do you know Sasuke?" Madara said after a moment of silence. His voice suddenly became strangely soft.

“Huh? Singer, number 1 idol Who doesn't know?" Hashirama asked back. Mysterious Number One Singer Those who do not reveal their last names to the industry What does this have to do with the conversation?

“That doctor....is my nephew.” The last sentence was almost a whisper. The speaker refused to say anything further. But he threw the liquor into his mouth again.

Hashirama's eyes widened in confusion. But he still doesn't understand. What does it have to do with this?

"He's dreamed of becoming a singer for a long time, but I won't let him because he's supposed to be the head of the family after Obito," someone continued. His hands were shaking a little. I'm not sure because he was drunk... Or because he felt guilty?

“And Itachi? That guy is Sasuke!

“That child....is dying,” the owner of the cold eyes said. before smiling with self-pity I don't know if he was drunk or not? To tell something like this to the other party

“What does that mean?”

“Itachi is suffering from a strange disease. He will not last more than 5 years.”

"...." The tall figure who knew the truth remained....silent. So stuffed...until I can't speak.

“Therefore, all hope rests on Sasuke. He wasn't sure if he wanted this. The more it makes him not want to. And then...and then I made him marry a woman he didn't love. It was like the last fang. Sasuke ran away and he probably won't come back.” With that, the host chuckled. Pity myself for not being able to take care of my grandson well enough.

"...." The person who came to give advice poured more alcohol for the other party. He understood well, but he also knew... how distressed the other party must be.

“Even if it is like that. It's not like you can turn your back on the family…”

“Madara...that's enough...” Seeing his friend's trembling state, he was surprised. Hashirama reached out and grabbed the hand of the thin figure who was holding the shock glass loosely.

“You know, the family is responsible for the lives of many people. Perhaps being the leader of the family was like having a curse. It is no different than selling your soul to Satan. in exchange for money”

“Mada...”

“Huh...let's drink. I'm sorry that you came this far... but didn't get an answer..."

“Uh..” The thick figure on the bed slowly lifted himself up to sit. The black bed contrasts with the familiar white ceiling...maybe...

dull headache Because a hangover was something he could never get used to.

"Are you okay?" A sweet voice came from the door... A thin figure in an apron with a frying pan for fragrant eggs.

"Uh....is it...maybe?"

“Then don't get the coffee yet. Warm milk or orange juice?”

“Today the office is closed... Please give me some orange juice.”

"Oh, if you can't take it, just sleep on it."

"No... Let's eat together, Madara."

Breakfast was filled with silence... Both sides ate their meals without saying a single word...

“Madara...uh...” the tall figure trying to break the silence said in a cheerful tone.

“So...have you gotten the answer yet?” But it was the host who was calmly cutting sausages who started the conversation.

"Yea..not yet."

“You want to make a sacrifice, right?” Those trembling words made him tremble. Hashirama froze. before sighing

“You... know me very well.” He said then moved his hand to gently shake the glass of orange juice.

“How many times have I told you? That's impossible," someone said sternly. But he refused to meet the other's eyes.

“So I...don't have the right to hope?”

“...that matter... It's over.”

“...Sigh.... That's it.” Hashirama sighed heavily. before stepping on the chin looking out the window Clear sky on the highest floor condo... Both cold...and lonely, no different from the two of them.

"Sometimes...I want to run away..." His voice said in a sad tone... Because what he said might just be a dream...

“...?” The figure could only look at the other person out the window... unable to say anything. Because deep down...he himself...would like to get out of this circle.

“Why...don't we both run away somewhere? A place where no one will judge us for anything... No one knows us Let's go to a place where we don't need to use paper or pen to judge or make commitments. Where neither of us needed a thin piece of paper to describe our love..." The words...that calmed Madara's heart.... The words...that he longed for.... Words...that he wanted to follow..

But I can't leave everything behind...

So tortured...and depressing...at the same time...

Some people stood up to their full height. before stepping towards the other side Even though the distance is very short... But every step I take...takes so long....

The young man's sharp eyes were filled with light. Staring into pitch black eyes... filled with coldness.... and pain....

The smaller man grabbed his broad shoulders before lowering himself to the level of the seated person. Thin lips whisper into the other's ear in a soft voice... But the words that were stuck... were painful... no different from a needle being stabbed... leaving a mark....

“You know.... You can wake up from your dream.”