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The slap to his face woke him but the pounding of his head convinced him it wasn't worth waking up so he pushed the hand away. He didn't know how long he was asleep before the hand slapped him again this time it was less ignorable with sun shinning and birds singing. Pushing the hand away once more Madara prepared himself to open his eyes only to soon realize that nothing could have prepared him for the pain of doing so. Groaning he tried to cover his face only to notice a weight in his right hand. Peaking he scowled at the sight of Hashirama holding his hand. Annoyed at the rude awakening, the pounding in his head and the fowl taste in his mouth, he had no patience for Hashiramas clinginess. Yanking his hand only to snarl when his idiot of a friend wouldn't let go he kept trying with no luck of freeing himself. Fed up he slapped Hashirama. The other man sat up suddenly, pulling Madara along with him "I'm up!" Hashirma shouted.
Hashirama blinked a few times before he noticed Madara next to him "O good morning Madara" He paused to stretch, still holding Madaras hand "Why are we outside?"
It was only then that Madara registered the hard ground he was on instead of a futon. Embarrassed he wasn't going to let Hashirama know about that tidbit "Obviously we didn't make it to our homes after we went out drinking."
"Oh" Hashirama said still blinking and trying to wake up when he looked at their hands. Then a slow smile spread across his face "Aww Madara I knew you liked me!"
Anger and mortification flushed Madaras cheeks "I do not you idiot! Its you and your clinginess who won't let go of my hand!" he yelled only to regret doing so as his head reminded him why loud noises was a bad idea.
Hashirama looked confused for a moment before he started to wave their hands around "No I don't think so. You're the one holding onto my hand."
Madara was frustrated at his closest friends antics, "As if I would hold hands with you" he denied, "See I'm not the one holding your hand!" as he flapped their joined hands around to prove his point. Watching Hashiramas face for his reaction was starting to make Madara doubt Hashirama was teasing him. Looking down at their hands again he tugged again. The laxness of Hashiramas hand proved that he wasn't actively gripping Madaras hand. His body filled with horror at that realization. The same realization that must have hit Hashirama because he was now tugging on their joined hands with his mouth open and his face going pale "Madara" Hashirama began, "I think were stuck!"