Resolve [MadaKaka] (One-Shot)
For @raendown to help your skin feel like your own again. I hope this helps! There’s nothing worse than being triggered unexpectedly. Tag your shit appropriately people! It’s not nice being served an unexpected panic attack.
Madara was going to do it. He was. Nothing could stop him. Because he was Uchiha Madara and nothing could stop him. He was definitely going to do it and nothing could stop him.
Madara was most definitely, actually, one hundred percent, without a doubt going to do it.
“So…” Madara started ever so eloquently, breaking the silence he and Kakashi had fallen under after their last bout of sparring ended. They were sitting side-by-side on the engawa that surrounded the home Madara shared with his brother, facing the back yard, which—despite the beautiful garden Hashirama had grown for them—served more as a private training ground.
Kakashi’s only response was a flip of a page (and damn that Icha Icha for taking up more of Kakashi’s attention than Madara ever could) and the slight perking of his head.
Like a dog. Kakashi was like a damned puppy and it was adorable nonono badbad wrong train of thought don’t get distracted now!
Madara was going to do it.
He was. Hewashewashewashewas—
“Ehem,” Madara cleared his throat. Right. Yes. He was going to do it. “Izuna was given two tickets to see the… circus performers currently visiting, as a gift for his birthday.”
Kakashi flipped another page. Was he even paying attention? Could he really read that fast? Why won’t he say something sage dammit—
“Hmmm,” Kakashi said, and the sound shot right down Madara’s spine and warmed his heart.
By all the bijuu this horrible man—
“Yes, yes, a strange gift considering Izuna’s aversion to clowns, but Tobirama has always been cruel in that way.” Madara did not miss the way Kakashi’s single visible eye crinkled, and felt the breath catch in his throat. “But I digress. While Izuna was planning on attending with Tatsumi just to spite him, Hashirama assigned him a mission, and so Izuna gave the tickets to me.”
If Madara was any less of a man, he would be pulling at the luxurious, lush, glossy, absolutely stunning mane that was his hair. As it was, Madara had impeccable self control.
And his hair was tied back in a horsetail. No ponies for this brutal warrior.
Madara reached into his pouch and slotted the ticket between the pages Kakashi was currently so enthralled with.
That seemed to finally get Kakashi’s attention.
“Maa… you want me to go with Tatsumi?” Kakashi asked.
“What? No! Tatsumi doesn’t want to go without Izuna!”
Kakashi’s brow twitched ever so slightly, but Madara, being such a superb ninja and not at all obsessed with the reactions of the man beside him, didn’t miss a thing.
“She was only going as moral support, but everyone knows she just wanted to watch Izuna jump… and to keep him from accidentally killing anyone.”
Kakashi’s breath left him in a soft snort, and Madara’s heart skipped a beat.
Madara was going to do it. He was. He really, really, really was. Definitely. He started it and he was going to finish it and—
“Well, I thought, since Hashirama is busy, and Tatsumi doesn’t want to go, and there’s no way I’d be caught dead with that albino bastard, that—that you—“
Oh gods above he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t get the words past his lips what was wrong with him he was Uchiha Madara not some sputtering five year old—
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
“What? No!” Madara yelled for the second time, though it came out as more of a screech.
“Maa… it sounds like you’re asking me out on a date.”
“I—what—you—I WOULD NEVER DATE SOMEONE LIKE YOU!”
It was barely noticeable, but Kakashi flinched.
And fuck it all that was the wrong thing to say, back up back up back up.
“I—what I mean to say is, I would never—ah—take someone like you to the circus. For a date. Never take someone like you to the circus for a date. Yes. Terrible place for a date. Izuna might think otherwise but even though it’s a dog circus with no clowns or at least there aren’t supposed to be clowns but who knows why else would Tobirama gift him this of all things—“
The sound of muffled chucking cut off Madara’s rant. Rikudou be praised, Madara needed something to interrupt that horrible rant. Madara might have been incensed at being laughed at, except that it was Kakashi snickering, and by all the gods the sound of Kakashi’s laughter was a gift that would make a lesser man dizzy, but of course not Madara who never got dizzy or felt such pathetic things.
When Kakashi’s chuckling finally died down, and only after, because who could bring themself to interrupt such a rare and beautiful and magnificent and awe worthy occasion, Madara tried again.
“Right. Yes. The things those three get up to are beyond my comprehension.”
“As most things are,” Kakashi added, automatically dodging the retaliatory swipe to his head while still keeping his focus on Icha Icha.
Damn that infuriating, charming man! Madara internally bemoaned to the gods once more, cursing whoever decided to make his heart beat for the second most irritating man in existence.
The first of course being Tobirama, and Madara once again thanked the gods for not deciding to make his heart beat for that damned Senju.
“Right. Well. Since Izuna cannot go, and Tatsumi does not want to go, and Hashirama is too busy despite being desperate to go, and Mito is allergic to dogs, I thought you might be available, considering you do nothing but read that smut and lay about in trees of all things, while most likely thinking about how to be as infuriating as possible—“
“Maa… this is a strange way to ask someone out on a date—“
“IT’S NOT A DATE!” Madara screeched, then, as if realizing the decibels his voice had unintentionally reached, cleared his throat. “It’s not a date. It’s simply a… free opportunity—which you should enjoy, considering you’re the biggest freeloader I’ve had the misfortune to be acquainted with—to accompany me to the circus.”
Madara was sure his ears were red with how hot they felt.
“Just… just go out with me.”
Madara couldn’t believe the words that passed his lips, but before he had a chance to backtrack, Kakashi did the unthinkable.
Kakashi closed Icha Icha.
Kakashi turned his head, catching Madara’s shocked gaze. Then his eye crinkled in a crescent eyed smile.
“I’d love to,” Kakashi said.
This was it. This was Madara’s opportunity. His opening. Madara was going to do it. He was. He was going to lean forward and capture those masked lips in a kiss—
Madara coughed and sputtered, waving away the smoke and dust kicked up when Kakashi suddenly disappeared.
In the privacy of the lush Konoha forest, Kakashi leaned against a tree, hand holding his heart as if that would stop it from bursting from his chest.
I hope this helped! I wrote it really quickly on my phone during my lunch. Please excuse any and all mistakes.