A/N: I've been working on this story for MONTHS bro... This fanfic had a requested pairing sooo I made it happen. Anyone else have a request, PM me, and I can do it for ya. To the lovely lady that asked me to write this, I hope you love it! This just may be the only time I ever do a story like this, for the record. It's the only pairing of this type that I like. I know some don't like the idea of gender-bent characters, but I reaaaally don't give a shit, especially if it's a good story. Just read on, you might like it :)

Hashirama Senju- 12 years old and she bleeds royalty. She had the promise of a child prodigy at the age of six, making her superior to most of the would-be shinobi her age. And at 12 she was quite the looker as well; her father, all in good faith, had to fight off the young boys that would attempt to flirt with her on a regular basis. Especially the Uchiha boy. That no good Izuna Uchiha...

For countless years the Senju and Uchiha would clash, in a battle caused by each's irrevocable desire to be better than the other. This only ended up in the oppression of the Uchiha clan, right as they were at their zenith in power. To the leader at the time, this was fine. Oh, it was more than fine. Surely a clan as strong as they would not be brought down so easily. They found a way to cause the utmost grief upon villages across the lands, most importantly the village in which the Senju resides. They found a way to maintain control through manipulating the strongest feeling known to man- fear. The debased underworld was ran by the Uchiha. Assassins, thieves, vamps, counterfeiters and others committing acts of that ilk plagued, and at the same time, built the name of the Uchiha. Their services were needed, and their Sharingan kept anyone willing to retaliate against them at bay. The clan was segregated into groups by their specialty, whether it be homicidal or larcenous, but they all had immense love for each other. And who grew up to be the overseers? The ring leaders? Of course, Madara and Izuna Uchiha.

The elder brother had no interest in the lifestyle when he was 12. He had his eyes on the Senju girl, in all her tan skinned, dark haired beauty; an entirely innocent childhood crush. Izuna on the other hand was full of life and very mischievous. Despite this, he was quite popular amongst most, no matter their surname. Like any other summer day the two young brothers went out to enjoy the weather with several rowdy boys that were closer to Izuna's age, with the very laconic Madara just tagging along. The rambunctious bunch played rough, pretending to be the ninja that they would actually soon grow up to be. Violence only fascinated the boys. They always played by the lake, throwing each other in and pretending to drown each other (usually Izuna did this, depicting a macabre sense of humour at an early age). But that day it was different, for Hashirama sat at the lake talking and giggling with her best friend Mito Uzumaki. Madara watched them while the boys played, intrigued by the light-hearted disposition and innocence displayed by the Senju girl. He wanted desperately to at least say hi, but even just that one word would put him in a bad place with the entire clan. She was pure royalty. Nobody would have been able to speak to her.

Suddenly, Madara, who was sitting near the edge of the little pier, tumbled over and fell into the water! "Hey," he cried, splashing about. "What was that for!?"

As he peeked his head above the water he was looking into dark eyes that looked of his own, and he pouted. His brother smirked. "Hehe, stop being a pussy! I saw you staring at the royal girl...you're welcome. I technically just saved your stupid ass."

Izuna had a knack for cursing at a young age. It only became worse as time went on. The elder brother swam back to land and began to wring out his clothes. He's right, he said to himself, disappointed. Who in the world do I think I am trying to talk to her of all people. I should learn my place. What Madara did not know at the time was that she was interested as well. Of all the boys, he was different. Intelligent, quiet and modest. She liked how calm and collected he was. She gushed at the thought of what a fine shinobi he'd make one day. "He's gonna be tall and handsome when he gets older, what do you think Mito-chan?"

Mito blushed but frowned. "Oh, Hashi-chan, why are you even thinking like that? You know your dad would kill you for even looking at him!"

"Aww," she whined. "Come on. I'm just saying, it's not like I mean anything by it... Are you joining me for dinner tonight?"

"I don't think so," she rejected. "I'm really hot. Maybe we should go somewhere else?"

"Well there's a lake right there if you wish to take a swim?"

Mito glared at her for her inability to take a hint. "Or maybe we can just go? Look, I don't want you getting in trouble for being around those Uchiha boys. You know how it goes with your clan. They don't associate with anyone that's not from a royal family."

"Yeah, I know," Hashirama sighed. "You're right. We should just leave."

Mito was both elated and relieved, and she took her friend's hand and began to lead her away. Madara turned just in time to see her leave, and she turned around to take on last look before she left. Their very first eye contact. Only Madara knows how long he'd been waiting for that. Without giving his actions thought, he smiled at her and waved subtly, just enough for only her to notice. Hashirama smiled back, waving with much more enthusiasm and much more apathy towards whomever could have potentially seen.

That night, Madara couldn't sleep. She was on his mind, along with all the what if's and could be's. He sat up on his bed, and looked over to his brother. He was popping gum and staring at the ceiling. "Izuna. Why are you awake?"

"Why are you?"

"You know why."

Izuna turned over from his side of the room to look at his brother. "Really? Why the hell are you doing this to yourself? You're much smarter than that."

"Sometimes the heart wins over the mind-"

Madara was cut off by his brother's snickering. "You wanna die, bro? They'll surely kill us off. Come on, let's talk about something else. Let's talk about what the leader has in mind."

"What are you saying?"

"You don't know? You haven't heard about the big day!?"

In all honesty, his mind was always elsewhere. Madara had much potential to become the next leader, but at times his ideals were outlandishly different and his mind light years too far away from earth. What was this big news?

Izuna sighed. "Big brother...at the end of the month they're assigning roles, according to the promise we show in skill right now." There was a certain gleam in his eye.

"And where do we stand?"

"YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE WE STAND? That's the whole damned reason why I'm excited and why you should be too! We're the best candidates to be ranked as assassins."

Madara was unmoved. "Oh..."

"You know as much as I love you, I freaking hate you sometimes, Madara."

"Oh..."

"Say 'oh' one more goddamn time."

"...Oh."

As little as he was at the time, Izuna was still very feisty. He lept out of bed and ran over to Madara, and "belly flopped" onto him. The elder laughed and laughed, which he did not do often, but his brother always managed to pull a smile or a laugh from him. Madara at the time could not see himself as an assassin, but as he grew older and awakened his Sharingan, he killed his first man. Izuna was proud. He was proud because of what he saw in him- that pure satisfaction at the sight of another man's blood on his hands, to be the cause behind a heart that ceased to beat. That was power. Once Madara reached 18, he was the highest ranked assassin in the Uchiha clan. He had killed over 100 men and showed no remorse.

Hashirama loved that. It intrigued her, it allured her, and it tainted her to Madara's liking.