I was just a child with foolish dreams of peace — a natural dream for someone raised amid endless wars and tensions.
I had a goal: to grow stronger and inherit my father's place as the leader of one of the dominant clans, in an era where wars between clans erupted over the pettiest reasons.
I had a younger brother, Izuna. I cherished him, even if I rarely showed it. But I'm sure he knew.
I dreamed of building a world where children could grow up without fear or burden —
A world where the worst of their problems would be their mothers scolding them.
No war. No blood. No battles. Only peace.
Then came that day…
I was leaning against a massive tree late at night, trying to clear my mind, when I sensed someone approaching.
I remained seated, calm but alert.
And then I saw him — brown hair, eyes to match.
He looked about my age, yet he felt like my opposite.
Radiant. Warm. Bright.
While I… was anything but.
We got to know each other. His name was Hashirama.
My first true friend.
We never mentioned our clans — that was probably the smartest thing we ever did.
Days passed, and we began meeting every night once everyone else was asleep.
If either of us missed a night, we'd leave a note hidden within the tree's hollows.
We shared the same dreams.
He became the best friend I could ever ask for.
Three years passed.
His hair had grown longer — mine too. We were eighteen.
Then… my brother was killed by the Senju.
Hatred consumed me.
Rage blinded me.
And yet at night, I rested my head on Hashirama's lap and told him what had happened.
I didn't give him all the details.
But he comforted me — and I didn't even notice when a treacherous tear slipped from my eye.
He lifted his hand to wipe it away.
His touch… soft, warm…
That touch shattered my hesitation. I leaned in and kissed him.
That night, we stopped being just friends.
Perhaps the years I'd spent hiding my love made me desperate, too eager to sleep with him —
But I was gentle.
I was happy.
He loved me back.
After that, our conversations shifted — no longer just talks about dreams and daily routines.
We shared kisses, forbidden touches, dirty remarks (mostly from me).
And oh, how I adored seeing his flushed face and tearful eyes whenever I pushed inside him with force.
Eventually, my father died — or maybe he was killed.
I don't remember.
All I recall is being absent from my beloved for several nights, overwhelmed by my new role as clan leader, handling all the unfinished work my father left behind.
Then came news: the Senju had appointed a new leader too.
That night, I was overwhelmed with a need to see Hashirama.
I cleared my schedule and rushed to our meeting place —
Only to find him there… with someone else.
He was laughing.
Looking at him with warmth.
I questioned myself.
Had he felt neglected?
Was I no longer enough for him?
When I approached, they noticed me.
They turned.
I recognized the other instantly — and he recognized me too.
Senju Tobirama.
Silver hair. Crimson eyes.
My sworn enemy.
I felt my rage explode.
I activated my Mangekyō Sharingan — and I saw the shock widen Hashirama's eyes.
I ignored it.
I lunged at Tobirama.
But Hashirama stood between us, blocking the fight.
I grabbed him by the waist and snarled,
"What the hell is going on?! Why are you with a filthy Senju?!"
Tobirama's voice was cold and sharp with fury:
"I should be the one asking! I tolerated your preference for men, Hashirama, but to find out it's Uchiha Madara?! The Uchiha Ghost?!"
I narrowed my eyes, turned to Hashirama.
"What's your relationship with him?"
My gut told me the answer would crush me.
And it did.
"I'm Senju Hashirama. Tobirama is my brother. And… I'm the current leader of the Senju."
I was stunned.
My arms dropped from around him.
I staggered back.
"So everything between us… was a lie?" I asked, voice trembling.
"That night, when you comforted me over my brother's death — was all of that fake?"
His eyes were full of guilt. And something else.
Love.
He stepped closer, gently touching my face.
I leaned into his palm — capturing the memory of his touch in my Mangekyō, sealing it forever.
"No," he said firmly.
"I meant every word. I didn't know who you were. I didn't know Izuna was your brother. I swear it."
I believed him.
How could I not, with a face like his?
Tobirama, that silver-haired bastard, stood behind us fuming but said nothing.
Then Hashirama spoke again.
"The elders… they're pressuring me to wage a war to the death against the Uchiha."
Tobirama tried to interrupt — of course he would, no fool would let their leader leak such plans to the enemy.
But Hashirama refused to see me that way.
"I don't want war. I want an alliance."
I looked at him, suppressing my urge to kiss him.
"You know that in times like these, an alliance is almost madness," I replied.
"The old men in my clan are so bloodthirsty you'd think they drink the tears of war orphans instead of tea."
I swear I saw him stifle a laugh.
I smiled, closed my eyes, and turned away.
"I'll disappear for a while," I said.
"I hope next time we meet, it won't be on a battlefield."
If only I had known what would happen next…
Now here I stand —
In armor, weapon in hand, with hundreds of my clan behind me.
Across from me, just a few steps away,
Stand Hashirama and Tobirama.
The Senju army behind them.
The looks we once exchanged —
Filled with passion and love just days ago —
Now cold.
As if we'd never shared even a single kiss.
Now we were enemies… at least on the surface.
But in my heart, I still ached to taint his body with my sinful touch.
Men from both sides were falling like flies.
We were evenly matched.
Sweat soaked our bodies.
We were exhausted.
Then Hashirama stepped forward… and dropped his weapon.
I froze.
When one of my clansmen dashed forward to finish him off,
I grabbed the man by his collar and shouted:
"If any of you dares to take another step… prepare your own grave."
I meant it.
That was enough to stop them.
Hashirama smiled and reached out his hand toward me.
"As leader of the Senju, I offer my surrender — and request an alliance, Lord Uchiha."
Of course he would do something so reckless.
Still, I took his hand.
I said nothing —
My action spoke loud enough.
The road after that was hard.
Convincing my clan was no easy task.
But we did it.
Together, we built the village we had always dreamed of.
We stood side by side, gazing from a mountain that overlooked the village.
He looked out at the buildings.
But I…
I only looked at him.
He reached out and caught a falling leaf.
"This village," he said softly,
"Will be called Konoha — the Hidden Leaf Village."
I smiled.
"So that's the name."
He turned to me.
"Yes."
From there, things moved quickly.
Hashirama became the Hokage.
More clans joined — the Hyuuga, the Sarutobi, the Nara, and others.
The village began to thrive.
One day, I heard a rumor —
The Uzumaki leader had offered his daughter to the Hokage for a political marriage.
I didn't believe it.
Even if it were true, surely Hashirama had rejected it.
Or so I thought.
I trusted him blindly.
Tobirama was away on one of his idiotic research missions —
Despite our mutual hatred, he was the only one who told me when Hashirama was upset with me.
I thought maybe Hashirama was just angry, or busy with Hokage duties.
He hadn't visited the Uchiha quarters in some time.
Then I saw him.
Near a wedding kimono shop.
With a red-haired woman —
The Uzumaki girl.
Hashirama was nervously scratching the back of his head, smiling stupidly —
His classic nervous habit.
So the rumors… were true.
He didn't visit me in the days that followed.
When Tobirama returned, he came to the Uchiha district — rare for him.
He grabbed me by the collar.
I wasn't in the mood to fight.
But he said,
"What the hell is going on?! How can my brother marry her?!
Then again, maybe it's for the best…
At least he'll finally forget about you."
Then he left.
Those nights felt like centuries.
Soon, the Senju's favoritism toward the Uchiha became more obvious —
Even civilians began to notice.
I warned my clan — they didn't listen.
Then I thought…
This village is not where I belong.
Not even my clan.
The only person I ever belonged to… was getting married.
To someone else.
I was invited to the wedding.
I didn't go.
They called it disrespect.
I didn't care.
How could I stand there and watch my lover marry someone else?
Days passed.
I still saw Hashirama during meetings as clan leader,
But I kept my distance.
He didn't close that gap.
If he had,
I would've let him.
I would've forgiven him.
But he didn't.
And that… hurt more than any wound ever could.
Eventually, I couldn't bear the stares.
The whispers.
The shame.
I rebelled.
I left alone.
If nothing else, I would fight with the pride of a true Uchiha.
I faced him — in the same field we once fought on.
I lost.
I lay bleeding on the ground, powerless.
The wounds didn't hurt.
I was dying.
I saw Tobirama approaching, blade in hand, ready to finish me.
Hashirama stopped him.
That made me smile, even just a little.
Maybe he still loved me.
They left me there.
To die.
But instead of death… something else came.
A strange creature — half black, half white.
It called itself Zetsu.
It healed me.
Took me to a cave.
I don't know how many years passed.
But I stayed in that darkness,
Planning.
The Infinite Tsukuyomi.
A world where Hashirama and I could be together forever.
Zetsu kept bringing me news —
Of Konoha.
Of wars.
Then… the day came.
Hashirama died.
I cried — but without tears.
Only the Rinnegan bore witness to my grief.
Years passed — I lost count.
I grew old.
Weak.
Zetsu brought me a new pawn —
Uchiha Obito.
A broken boy, crushed by a rock trying to save a friend.
I filled him with hatred.
Taught him my ideals.
Used him.
Then… I died.
For a long time, I wandered through the darkness.
Aimless.
Until suddenly… light.
I opened my eyes.
I could move again.
Obito stood beside me.
Before me — an army of thousands.
They were nothing.
I leapt into battle, facing them all at once.
Then I noticed two individuals —
A blond boy radiating a chakra just like Hashirama's…
And another Uchiha — a mirror image of Izuna.
Some idiot had used Edo Tensei to revive the past Hokage.
Did he even realize how stupid that was?
Eventually, the shinobi figured out how to break Edo Tensei's control.
And now…
I had to face Hashirama again.
He hadn't noticed me — too busy fighting with that blond kid.
I approached, filled with rage.
But a blonde woman stood in my path.
Seriously, what's with all these blondes?!
"Step aside," I ordered coldly.
She didn't move.
I didn't want to fight her —
Not out of mercy,
But because she looked too much like him.
I looked at her for a moment and asked,
"Who are you?"
She slammed her bare hand into the ground — creating a crater.
"I'm Senju Tsunade. The Fifth Hokage."
"Nice skills for a clown," I muttered.
"No wonder Konoha keeps appointing fools — just like that bastard Tobirama."
"You've got a sharp tongue for someone back from the dead," she grinned.
I nearly landed a blow on her —
But a wall of familiar wood rose between us.
Suddenly, I was surrounded.
Tobirama.
Hashirama.
That blond brat.
Tsunade.
I looked at him and said,
"Get out of my sight. I don't want to see your face."
His expression cracked.
How dare he look hurt?!
He stepped forward, voice barely a whisper.
"Madara… just hear me out."
I've never felt anger like this.
"Hear you out?! You want me to listen to you?!"
I raised my weapon.
The others moved to stop me —
But he lifted a hand to hold them back.
I could've killed him.
He didn't move.
Instead…
I punched him.
Hard.
His blood splattered on my armor.
He didn't flinch.
He didn't resist.
As if he welcomed the pain.
Then I pulled him into a hug.
In front of everyone.
I heard Tobirama mutter curses.
Tsunade stood in shock.
That dumb blond blurted,
"Are they… a couple having a lover's spat?"
Tobirama scoffed.
Tsunade slapped the blond on the head.
I broke the embrace.
"You left me!" I screamed.
"You married that Uzumaki! You let me die like a rat!"
Tsunade mumbled,
"Well… this just got weird."
Hashirama didn't reply.
Instead, he silenced me —
With a kiss.
I'm sure the others were losing their minds.
I didn't care.
I deepened it.
It was heaven.
His lips — soft, warm, and begging to be bitten.
But then…
Something pierced through me from behind.
I saw Hashirama's horrified face.
He still loved me.
He still cared.
He was mine.
Everything went black again.
At least…
I kissed him.
One last time.
He loves me.
I love him.
And finally,
I knew where I belonged.
"the end"