55 days. Toy (Gellert/Albus)
He knew it was all a hoax. A lie. Beautiful and pleasant, which like a mermaid lures with a sweet voice, and then ruthlessly drowns.
"I'm just a toy to you," says Albus with one eye, looking at the wide, strong back hunched over the old texts. Gellert is immersed in the search for great gifts, without noticing anything around him. Some goals and tools help to achieve them. This truth is revealed only occasionally, when the Green de Wald forgets to hold a mask, carried away by a great idea or seized by a strong madness.
Albus hopes that he just thinks so. That it is a mirage inspired by shadows and glare. Or does he want it?
Everything seems like a game to Gellert. He is stronger than the majority, his mind and power create incredible, giving a feeling of omnipotence and permissiveness. Everyone seems to be dolls in the skillful hands of a puppeteer. The album is special. He has the opportunity to stand next to Gellert on an equal footing, but only the magician himself will not allow it - no one can be near him.
It is felt when the Green de Wald powerfully orders or silently clamps his hands, not allowing him to move. He spins soft, in fact, Albus as he wants, but he is stupid allows. Or from the great love.
How long does it take to fall in love without memory? A year? Two?
Dumbledore had enough days of fellowship with a strange young man with great ambitions and unattainable and terrible goals to give him the freedom to use his heart for nothing. And he just plays with them. Plays with feelings, each time breaking them and collecting again, painting the young man scars.
Why does he agree to this? Why doesn't Albus stop all this?
He is a hidden masochist, although why "hidden"? Everything seems to be obvious and clear, and it is used brazenly, again and again combining happy moments with a hellish pain.
"You're just playing with me," Albus almost cries, again letting Gellert kiss you firmly, pressing you against the wall. The pain appears together with bruises on the body, reminding his existence of his unenviable role and that he likes to be under the Gellert.
Humiliating and offensive.
But Albus obediently closes his eyes to it, believing that it is necessary. He does not want to let go of the dream of breaking into a new world of freedom and omnipotent being next to his beloved.
"Please continue to play by me", - shouts without a sound Albus, clasping with all his body and being to the Green de Valda, who lazily and indifferently strokes it on the shoulder almost intimately, silently claiming his rights.
He sees the Devil under the mask of a cold, confident young man, but closes his eyes, allowing his hands to lead him. Is it cowardice? Weakness?
Albus does not claim to be a hero or a brave man. He just wants a little happiness and freedom.
Is that bad?
56 days. Dust of friendship (Madara/Hashiram)
A friend.
A short, little emotional word, very convenient to cover. Behind a small number of letters hides so many words and emotions: affection, rivalry, admiration, fear. Hate. Love.
It is easy to call yourself a friend to hide the frightening truths that make it to the foreground, where they are not expected and do not want to see. A friend is a good barrier through which nothing can be seen or heard. The word is neutral in many ways, although if you use it too long, it also gets under the skin is not worse than everything that stands behind it.
As a child, Madara did not even know what is usually called friendship. But he chose something more or less suitable, which wouldn't go far from the reality that was going on between him and Khashirama, but it didn't darken or defame her. Young Uchikha was lost, not knowing how he felt about a strange boy with similar thoughts, strong will, but a good heart. He knows what "brother" is, and knows even better the feeling of heaviness of the words "elder brother". But while communicating with Khashirama, Madara was lost, not realizing what was wrong with him.
A friend is very convenient. No one is surprised by affection, everyone understands the rivalry and desire to surpass, you can explain the desire to be around and look for a meeting.
But what is there, behind the barrier?
Even the fearless Teacher lacks the spirit to look behind him and find out what truth unfolds between the eternal enemies. Madara has no great emotional experience. He is locked in on his beloved brother, his hatred of his enemies and his duty to the clan. Nothing went beyond the bounds, but what Nathan felt for the enemy's shinobi did not fit into these very bounds.
He thought for a long time. After each battle, the young head of the clan was digging into himself for a long time to figure it out, but everything got tangled up in a lump that was easier to burn than to try to put in a line. The death of the only surviving brother only made things worse, bringing incredible chaos to the black soul. And the wall, called "friend", began to crack, threatening to fall apart.
Khashirama did not give up and tried to rebuild it to calm the lost Madara, who was left alone. But the barrier was still crumbling, because everything that was hiding fell on a huge wave, threatening to sink everything under him, especially the master himself.
Madara absorbed Hasheeram like sunlight into himself. His warm looks, his beautiful wide smiles, his scorching touch, which never had any subtext, but were just as given and supported. The knot was tied stronger, though something that could be called a stranger by the word "hope" shone somewhere in its depth. It was so fragile that even a touch could smash it to pieces. It was terrifying to make a mistake. And Madara doesn't want that.
He continues to silently observe and catch precious moments. Although they break down the wall.
Behind friendship, it is more and more difficult to hide because its meaning contradicts what is happening between them. Though, probably, it was only Madara's world that collapsed, because Khashiram was in joy.
- How do you feel? - asks Guruha, looking at Sensei laughing, who looks at everyone as much as he does at Madara, with warmth, tenderness, and care.
What hides behind the wall opposite, on which the same huge letters are written a protective convenient word?
Everything in Madara collapses with another word.
A wedding.
The teacher howls and Hashirama stays in Paradise, creating the family he always dreamed of. For him, Mito is the whole world, the whole life. There is no one to close it down, not even a "friend" who is always close by and... loves? Yes, he does, he does. The wall falls from the awareness and everything comes out in the form of a kiss with a taste of salt and blood, which Madara gives to her first and last friend for the wedding as a farewell gift.
"I have always loved you. And I will love you," says Uchikha and catches a lost, painful look in which Madara's fragments and feelings shine and Khashirama's feelings.
And he's leaving. Leaving everything behind, scattering the dust of friendship in the wind.