Greetings people of planet Earth! I'm Sode no Shirayuki1411! This is my first-time writing Naruto, I'm very exited! I hope everyone will be nice to me, I'm still pretty new to writing and I'm not that great

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-Hashirama has the end of the war in the palm of his hand and finds it ripped away…by Izuna.

1: Didn't see that coming

"Izuna!" The cry that rung through the air was Madara's. In a second he'd forgotten his fight with Hashirama and was running to his younger brother's side as the younger man fell to his knees, blood spurting from his side from Tobirama's attack.

Hashirama ran over, partly because he cared about what happened to Madara's younger brother and partly because he cared more about his own and wanted to be able to protect him from Madara's wrath should Izuna's wounds turn out to be fatal.

Madara slung his younger brother's arm around his shoulders and helped Izuna to stand. The younger Uchiha's face was white with pain but he struggled to otherwise not let it show, it was very Uchiha of him, Hashirama thought.

Izuna's eyes were half-lidded and he leaned heavily on Madara who supported him tenderly and thanked his lucky stars that fate hadn't seen fit to rip his only remaining sibling away from him.

Not yet anyway.

Hashirama stepped forward, "stop this Madara," he half-ordered, half-begged, he couldn't remember the exact words he said to his old friend after that, he knew it was be some variation of what he said to him every time they meet. 'This war is pointless, have you forgotten the ideas we had as children? No children will need to fight in our ideal world, etc.'

No, he barely remembered what he said, but he remembered what happened afterward with perfect clarity.

Madara hesitated. His will to fight waivered. For a few, precious seconds Hashirama saw the longing for this to end on Madara's face. He saw the young child he adored. And Hashirama Senju felt a thrill shoot through him, he had won. They had won.

Not 'they' as in the Senju Clan. 'They' as in the two young children who used to sit side by side by a river or up on a hilltop and talk about the future they would build together.

Then Izuna spoke, his voice is ragged with pain, he had to force every word out through gasps of pain. And his words changed things completely, "don't let…his pretty words…fool you…brother." He told Madara.

Overcome with pain and blood-loss, Izuna sagged forward slightly as he passed out, Madara supporting him. When he looked back up at his friend Hashirama could see that Madara had changed again, this was not the boy he once knew, this was the ruthless leader of the Uchiha Clan.

Madara dismissed Hashirama's words like they were nothing and walked away. Hashirama just stood and stared, dumbstruck, at the spot where the two Uchiha brothers had been standing.

He had been so close, and an Uchiha brother had stopped Hashirama's plans for a peaceful village. But it hadn't been the older, stronger brother, Hashirama's possibly insane, definitely best-friend Madara.

It had been the peace-loving, rational Izuna. And as Hashirama lay awake that night thinking about what the hell had happened and what the hell Izuna was thinking he reflected that he didn't see that coming.

Why did Izuna say that? I'm sure there's a good reason but could someone please explain it to me?

Anyway, that's not important, R & R guys, let me know if I need to get lost and stop wasting everyone's time or if you want more, I'd be happy to do requests!

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