Chapter 1: Attachment
Hashirama sighs dramatically and flops down. "Guess I'll just die from my injuries. You're such a great friend, Madara."
She lies down next to Hashirama. She's too tired to feel anything other than exhaustion. It's cold, but not unpleasantly so. The compound will be warmer.
"Hashirama?" Madara says. Hashirama makes a sound of acknowledgement, half-asleep.
"Teach me how to heal—and fight too," Madara says quickly. Hashirama makes another sound, then rolls over. There's something in Madara that needs to be bigger, be better. Something full of fire that warms her. And if her clan won't help her learn to fight and hold her own, she'll do it herself and with a boy whose name she doesn't know.
See, Uchiha Madara knows she’s an aberration. No one looks out for angry girls with something wrong with them. The only perspective she can trust is her Sharingan. She is going to have the world—even if she has to burn everything down. Even if she has to burn herself down.
#naruto#madara#ebghb#my fics#here is the thing I have been on/off yelling about to my betas for eight months#'how many thoughts can I have on gender in naruto' I said in November#seventy thousand!!!#and this is still not all of them#this one also takes an unfortunate amt of worldbuilding insp from ntfs#but that's a given for whatever nart fic I write at this point