Madara vs Hashirama...

Their clash was inevitable.

Hashirama knew this when he was younger and even when he was older as Hokage.

The loud clanging of their blades still rang through his ears decades later. Two wills, strengthened by a multitude of jutsu, would soon take place, but for now Hashirama wished to learn what lead to their battles and what happened after them.

"If I have to relive my pain...your pain...our pain to better understand you Madara...very well."

As if she was acknowledging his words, the area around Hashirama changed once more like it did so many times before.

A room of darkness surrounded him. Hashirama was barely able to see, thanks to the small candle stands lit aflame. The room, in near total darkness, held a barelyaudiblehum. Perhaps it was raining. Suddenly the flames became larger and Hashirama noticed the people in the room. He even recognized the room itself, Madara had taken him here the day before she defected for good from the village.

"Foolish old men and women of the Uchiha!" Madara yelled, from her seat above the rest. "I was told this meeting was to discuss our battle plans against the Senju, but instead its to debate my legitimacy as clan leader?!"

"Lady Madara, your temperant is not making a good impression on us and your claim as our leader." Hashirama didn't recognize the man speaking, but he looked old so he must've been an elder of the clan. "The clan has never had a woman as leader, it has always gone to the eldest son of the former leader."

"Izuna is too young to lead and I refuse to leave such a position to him just yet." Madara countered. She looked older than she was from the former memory.

"So her father kicked the bucket and they're picking a new leader, eh?"

"Yes that is true, so we've decided to have an acting leader until he is of age." This time Hashirama heard an older woman's voice. "We have six possible candidates, even some we thought you could possibly wed."

Madara's Sharingan blared to life, as she gritted her teeth. She wasn't an average clan woman, who could be wed off whenever by these old farts. "If you think I would be wedding one of these weaklings you are mistaken and more senile than I thought."

Hashirama couldn't help but laugh. Madara was stubborn to the end, and they'll never convince her.

"Madara stop with this foolishness! You may be the strongest Uchiha, but what would our enemies think if we had you leading?!" The old woman from before yelled at Madara.

"The Uchiha Clan lead by a woman...the Senju would laugh. They're being lead by that growing bud Hashirama of th-"

As soon as those words left her voice, she felt a sting on her face, and a kunai embedded in the wall behind her. She quickly brought her finger to her left cheek, blood was dripping onto her fingers and clothing. "Ma-Madara!"

Madara closed her eyes, before speaking. She spoke in the cruelest voice she could. "Don't dare say that coward's name in my presence if you value your life, old woman"

The other elders in the room remained quiet as Madara continued. "Tajima may have intended Izuna to be his successor, but he's no longer here and I, personally, don't care what he wanted. I will be taking control of Uchiha affairs, campaigns and battles as the clan's leader because it's the best for the Uchiha, any objections? "

Hashirama noticed she had opened her eyes and was showing off her glaring Mangekyou. The beauty in those eyes was just as great as the danger.

"Good! You may leave." Madara sat back down as the elders began to leave. "Oh wait...I was just wanted to say sorry to Elder Izuki."

The elder looked towards Madara and bowed.

"But please remember this...the Uchiha is not lead by a democracy. Your opinion does not matter to me. This is a dictatorship and I'm the head."

Hashirama could feel the coldness of Madara's word, even though they weren't directed to him, but a part of him knew she was right about her position as leader. Unlike Hokage, clan head's were absolute in every which way. If Hashirama asked his clan subordinates to jump, they would ask how high.

"Yes, Lady Madara." She bowed and left with the other elders quickly. Madara had put fear into their hearts like she intended to do.

The rain began to let up and the paling moonlight shined in the room, illuminating her shining ebony hair and her pale skin. She had only slept for about five hours or so in the last three days, but it was understandable. Her father had died a week earlier and it seemed she was worried rival clans would attack upon learning this, so she had occupied his seat as leader of the clan.

Hashirama remembered the day he met Madara on the battlefield after she became her clan's leader. She looked fatigued and like she hadn't rest for days, maybe even weeks, but still, she was able to take down multiple Senju with ease.

"MADARA..." A deep and dark voice called out to her. It was fairly familiar to Hashirama.

"Took you long enough to return." Madara touched her eyes. "I felt like I was going crazy, these eyes have given me nothing but heartbreak. "

"YOU'VE GIVEN YOURSELF HEARTBREAK, MA-DA-RA." The voice was mocking her. "KILLING YOUR OWN FATHER WAS HARD...BUT YET EASIER THAN ENDING YOUR FRIENDSHIP WITH THE SENJU BOY."

Madara tried her best to remain calm. "Father was a fool and leading the Uchiha to slaughter."

"LIES TO MASK YOUR SHATTERED HEART."

Madara jumped up in rage. "What are you suggesting?!"

"YOU DIDN'T KILL YOUR FATHER BECAUSE HE WAS FAILING TO LEAD...YOU KILLED HIM BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT THAT WOULD EASE AND ERASE THE PAIN YOU FELT AFTER ENDING THINGS WITH THAT SENJU."

"Nonsense! That Senju is dead to me." Madara yelled.

Hashirama couldn't help, but watch as Madara yelled and went about angrily. She was yelling at nothing but was convinced something was there. He had never seen such emotion out of the usually calm girl.

"I don't need anyone except Izuna! The rest of them are meaningless to me!" She shouted over and over and over, it becoming her personal little chant.

"She lived most of her life with this mindset..." Hashirama thought to himself.

"MA-DA-RA...DID YOU FORGET?" A cloud of black smoke quickly surrounded her, before clearing just as fast. A black figure clung to her body, caressing her cheek. "YOU CAN'T LIE TO ME FOR I AM YOUR WILL...MA-DA-RA."

"Her will?"

"My will..." Madara dropped to her knees and began to cry.

"YES...YOU HAVE KNOWN PAIN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE, BUT NONE STRUCK YOU HARDER THAN WHEN YOU LOST HASHIRAMA."

"Hashirama..."

"BUT AS YOUR WILL I AM HERE TO TELL YOU HOW YOU TRULY FEEL...YOU LOVE THAT SENJU BUT TELL YOURSELF YOU HATE HIM...YOU MISS HIM BUT TELL YOURSELF YOU DON'T NEED HIM."

Hashirama was beyond shocked. This figure, who claimed to be her will, had her in multiple states of shock and panic. It somehow broke the ironclad Madara into pieces. She remained in her knees lost in thought.

"BUT I'LL ASK YOU THIS...MA-DA-RA...IF YOU HAD TO PICK BETWEEN YOUR CLAN-NO- BETWEEN IZUNA AND HASHIRAMA...WHO WOULD YOU CHOOSE?"

That question got her attention, but she remained quiet. Her choice should have been Izuna easily, but something kept her from saying his name. Why was it she held her enemy, who she had known for only a short time, in the same light as the brother she swore to protect the day he was born?

Finally, after some time, she mustered up enough courage to speak. "Izuna." She stood once again and looked 'her will' in the face. "Izuna is my younger brother and I will do whatever it takes to protect him, even if it's from Hashirama."

The figure smirked at her but wasn't able to speak as she walked past it and out of the room, and into the chilling night.

"OH MADARA...NO ONE LIKES A LIAR."

END OF PART 1 OF THE CHAPTER! I AM VERY SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPDATE, BUT I HAVE BEEN VERY BUSY LATELY PLEASE FORGIVE ME. I WILL HAVE PART 2 OF THIS CHAPTER UP BY THURSDAY OR FRIDAY. PROMISE!