Waking up to a dream sequence

"Such a dream till it turned into a nightmare. I want to stop before it kills me."

A smooth look of indifference remains plain and plastered across his features. Cold black eyes sealing shut while he listens to his once-friend blather on in a tomb of failing that could only have been made by his own folly of hope. They were of two different words, they always had been and Madara had been a fool to think they'd ever be anything else. Arms cross, and when Hashirama finally stops, Madara's eyes open again.

"Don't be a child, Hashirama." His face creased into a spiteful sneer, wrinkles around his nose pulled taught. "This was your plan, your dream. This was how you wanted to do things, and why they named you the leader." Gaze follows the man as he walks about the room.

"Do not tell me you regret it all now, just because the other villages are following along." Hashirama wanted peace, and so did Madara, but it was foolish to think that it were something that could be attained through diplomacy. War was the natural state of things.

“What I’m saying is that… I didn’t want to be the head of this village. I didn’t want my head to be carved into that stone. I didn’t want that at your expense. But it happened, and I feel like you resent me for it,” he murmured, and stood up from the chair. He even put his Hokage hat down, placing it carefully on the oak-grain table top, because he didn’t want to speak as the Hokage, but rather as a friend. On top of that, the sun was beating down on his back as if it was laughing at him, making the whole situation even more uncomfortable. 

“You’re important to this village. You’re important to me. And I will make sure you’ll become the Hokage once we sway public opinion in your favour.” 

It was supposed to be a promise, but it sounded too rushed, almost like a threat. He finally dared to look at Madara’s face, to soak in the silent chill. 

He tried to calm himself down a little, but the weeks of thinking about the situation finally came to the surface. 

“It feels like you think I stole something from you, and you hate me for it. Why did you stop me from killing myself then? If my presence irritates you so much, you should’ve just let me die, and then dance on my grave,” he snarled. Madara would probably be happier with him out. 

“I just want to be your friend, or at least…” 

Comic based on @foundersweek's day one prompt "seal" - yeah it's referencing a certain oglaf comic (warning the rest of the webcomic is very nsfw). I think Mito was ready to seal that thang, actually ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Putting a copy of the referenced comic under the cut ✨