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[pillars_of_konoha]

By the time Hashirama had noticed Tobirama aim right for Izuna, is was too late. He was no match for the hiraishin, and he couldn't help but notice the glee on his brother's face as he landed that hit on the other. That unnerved him, obviously, and irritated him as well because-- well. He had to quell those emotions for now. Tobirama only saw the other as the enemy. Whatever hope there was was between himself and Madara. ...And Hashirama could tell that Madara had not given up entirely. He had no proof, but he had a gut feeling about it. That, and he had never lost grip of that dream he still held on so tightly to. 

And now, the man standing before him was Uchiha Madara, and Hashirama did not want to fight him. If he did, he would hold back, and if he held back, he would be insulting the other. "Madara..." Perhaps he would try again. "You can't win against me. Let's..." He eyed Izuna, bleeding profusely at the other's side. Damn it, Tobirama! "Let's end this."

Memories of two flattened stones reaching the other side of the river came to him, and he met the other's eyes. Madara had once said that things would be better if shinobi faced each other with nothing to hide. They weren't bumping fists right now, so all Hashirama could do was to let Madara search his resolve in his eyes.

"If the greatest shinobi, the Senju and Uchiha, join forces, then countries will stop sending other shinobi clans to take us on... And eventually, the fighting will stop." Hashirama's hand extended once more in a peace offering. "Come. Let's end this here..."


[ooc: lmao so I er, went back and looked at this particular scene and literally made him say the exact thing fff |8< I'm sorry if it sucks! ]

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I'm sorry for taking so long with this!

[mangekyo_founder]

The sounds of the battle field seemed to die away as Madara stared across at Hashirama. He wanted to believe him, wanted to reach out and take the offered hand...

But he had Izuna in his arms, unconscious and bleeding out from the wound Hashirama's brother had given him, and Madara had fought in enough battles to know when a wound was fatal. He couldn't lose Izuna, not now, not ever - he'd promised to protect him!

But he couldn't protect him from this, couldn't fight this, he wasn't a medic nin - Medic Nin!

"Heal Izuna." Madara said.

"Heal my brother...and then we'll talk."

It's okay! I'll be slow too because uni D:

[pillars_of_konoha]

It was the worst time and the best time to be asking Madara this; the worst because how dare Hashirama be bringing up propositions that involved tough decision-making while Izuna was bleeding out, and the best because a dying sibling would only reinforce the urgency of this peace offering. But Hashirama would have healed the other in the blink of an eye without a prompt from Madara-- as long as he was permitted to.

Permission was granted, though, and Hashirama dropped his gaze to the younger Uchiha once more. He said nothing, only nodded once as he bridged the gap between them and gestured to Madara to lay the injured man on the ground.

However, in the instant that Hashirama's knee touched the ground, he felt Tobirama shift, shuffling forward by an inch. "Don't--" Don't come any closer. You've done enough.

When he was certain that his brother wasn't going to interfere, Hashirama's fingers began to glow, pulsing with chakra as he brought it to the wound. "Tear open the fabric for me, and try not to touch the wound."

...Meanwhile, Tobirama watched with an expression that was hard to read, yet easy to misunderstand.

[mangekyo_founder]

[ I had a really hard time with this but I eventually figured short and crappy was better then waiting another week. You alright with a timeskip after this? ]

Madara did as Hashirama asked, one eye on his brother, one eye still on the Senju around them - especially Tobirama.

Despite his weariness, he couldn't help but look at the green glow surrounding his - firend's? enemy's? - rivals hand - there weren't many medic nin in the Uchiha clan, and Madara could never really resist a look at new Jutsu, whether he'd be able to copy it or not.