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Not fragile like a flower, fragile like a bomb

Summary:

Konoha's first winter is hard on the Uchiha. For the Senju however, it's like the sun on the beach.

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This is my first try at a fic in English. Let's see how I fare :) Every feedback is appreciated!

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For Madara, living with the Senju was the strangest thing ever.

It was the first winter they had spent together in the newly formed Konoha, and the wonders never seemed to end. Like right now, they had to gather in a safe house (a barn, it was a barn, Hashirama) because of the extreme cold that had hit Hi no Kuni a week ago. The whole country was a frozen hell, and as the poorly insulated makeshift wooden houses began to freeze over, Hashirama went to the hot springs area where they planned to build the onsens in the future and erected a giant wooden structure and ordered every soul to move in with all of their cold-sensitive possessions.

So here he was, crammed in with stable animals, ninja kids with severe cabin fever, and all his moaning elders. If any of the old hags so much as whined about how cold the weather was, he'd stab someone! Why on earth do they feel the need to complain to him about it? What do they expect? Is he supposed to go out and katon a second sun into the sky now, or what?

But that was nothing compared to the shenanigans the Senju weirdos were up to.

Madara theoretically understood that they differed greatly in their chakra nature. While the Uchiha primarily used fire or lightning, the Senju primarily practiced releasing earth and wood.

And it shows.

When the autumn cold came, the Senju strangely began to gather around the Uchiha. At first it was inconspicuous, but as the weather grew colder, the senju became clingier.

When Madara went to Hashirama's house to investigate, his friend just scratched his head and laughed awkwardly. "See, it's your chakra."

"My chakra? What's with it?"

"You know, we need to stay warm, haha."

"I don't understand," Madara said dumbfounded, which apparently annoyed the palest bastard, who casually lunged at the kotatsu drinking his tea.

"Hashirama uses the wood release, which is affected by the cold. One year, when we were children he stayed out of the compound too long, and he went dormant. It took us 2 weeks to melt him from his stupor," Tobirama scoffed, adding quietly. "The dumbass."

"Hey, I got stuck in a blizzard, it wasn't my fault!"

Madara's first reaction was that they were pulling his leg, but apparently, it was the ugly truth.

The colder the weather got, the Senju's flew at the Uchiha like moths to a flame. And it was damn strange to see an entire horde of senju clinging to his longsuffering clanmates. So they moved in, lit Amaterasu's sacred fires, rationed their food, and tried not to go crazy from the children pranks.

It was the 7th day of the lockdown, and Madara steadily chewed himself through the Nara's latest demands to join the village while Hashirama dozed silently beside him in a camping chair, face blissfully relaxed and turned towards him. The patrols slowly began to filter in, bringing some of the cold with them as it happened.

Senju Tobirama stumbled in, swaying dangerously, red, bloodshot eyes scanning the place frantically, then fixed on him. Madara sightly lowered the letter in his hand and waited for his next move.

Oh. Madara almost forgot about that. If the earth releasers were bad, the siuton users were even worse. The pale bastard looked like a zombie. His skin was almost translucent, his veins stretched across his face like purple cobwebs, his eyelashes and eyebrows were under a thick layer of ice, and his lips looked blue, like indigo.

His movements were erratic as he pointed at him accusingly. "You!"

"Me?" asked Madara wary, waiting for an answer out of morbid curiosity as he placed the document on his lap. Hashirama half-opened one eye and looked at his brother.

"Yes, you!" and he marched towards him. "I see, now you set low personal standards for yourself and then constantly fail to achieve them."

"Oi, oi." said Hashirama, still kind of blissed-out, becoming more alert.

"What?" His jaw dropped and Madara sat up, ready to pounce. "What's your problem now?

"I'm just saying, you are depriving a village of a fool somewhere far, far away. When are you going to start your journey?", tone mocking, a crazy light dancing in his eyes.

Madara lunged out of his chair, his chakra flaring. The white bastard groaned as he climbed into his face, headbands touching.

"Eck, hey Tobirama, must you? I was just sunning myself!" Hashirama's indignant voice was drowned out by his howl.

"GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

"Fuck me yourself, you coward!"

Then he lunged forward and kissed him. His lips were cold, but so, so soft.

That was it for Madara.

In the momentary stillness, as the air suddenly began to gather in itself, Madara almost heard Izuna's hyena laugh and Hashirama's tea kettle noise.

His next memory was his chakra permeating the place, mokuton around his legs and wrists, and Tobirama falling to his knees. Mist floated under his clothes and he blinked up at him, cheeks rosy and expression euphoric.

Damn how he hated winter.

And the tingle on his lips.