This story contains shounen-ai, and maybe yaoi later. Don't like, don't read.

Author's Note: I had to make up quite a few people cause I dunno who Madara was 'friends' with or would be-assuming all the Naruto people are there, which most are. But not all. Anyway. Onwards.

Madara Uchiha was not a person who got embarrassed.

He didn't blush, stutter, or fidget with his hands and feet.

People did not approach him, he approached them. When they had something to say to him, they usually brought someone with them who could kick off the conversation.

And, just because not many people got along with Madara without fearing being within ten feet of him, they usually used Hashirama Senju to do such.

Hashirama and Madara were on opposite sides of most fights though. Which caused some pretty fiery discussions sometimes. Many people called it 'Natural enemies', and others blamed it merely on the fact that their clans didn't get along.

And then, there were the freaktards who felt that their arguments were to be blamed on them using their 'hatred' as a disguise for their true feelings.

Whatever the hell that meant.

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"Nii-san! Get in here! You're gonna be late! The bus's here in five minutes!"

"You and what's-his-face can wait for three frickin' minutes!!"

Izuna sighed. The younger Uchiha brother was used to having his older brother yell back to his comments. Madara yelled a lot. Not that it was a bad thing- he was just a loud person. Izuna tried to be opposite of that and keep people from noticing him as much as possible, but it was hard to do with someone like Madara as your big brother.

He entered the kitchen slowly, peering around the corner to see if their 'houseguest' was there. He was, and Izuna paused in the doorway. "S-Sorry to keep you waiting. Madara takes awhile," he stuttered, bowing slightly to the other.

"It's fine. Hashirama does this too," Tobirama replied, smiling.

Izuna blushed. "I-I see,"

Tobirama Senju was vaguely different from his brother. He was a bit more carefree, and noisy-like Madara. He dressed kind of…'boldish', with some styles that clashed his brother's insane wardrobe. Half the time their stuff never even match, and no one cared at all. Yet when anyone else wore the kind of stuff these two did and got burned by everyone (literally-their hair is set on fire). The reason he was staying with them was because, currently, his parents were out of town, so he was staying with the two of them. Hashirama was who knows where with some friends.

"Izuna?" the voice broke through the Uchiha's thoughts.

"Yes?" he answered.

Tobirama was staring a bit too intently at Izuna, like when you see someone you know you've seen before and can't figure out who they are, or look like. Izuna shifted between feet, a bit uncomfortable. "Yes, do you need something?" he repeated.

"…No. Nevermind, it's nothing."

"..Okay..?"

Madara tromped down the stairs then, interrupting their conversation; dressed in loose black half pants, red knee-high tie-up shoes and a white t-shirt. "'Morning, Izu," he began, putting a piece of bread in his mouth.

Izuna frowned, but said nothing. Madara waved his fingers in greeting to Tobirama, having his mouth full. Tobirama raised an eyebrow. If every morning with these two was like this, he had a feeling that his stay was going to be very interesting. He stood up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and headed for the door, his tennis shoes clicking quietly on the floor. As soon as he was out of earshot, Izuna turned to Madara and glared a hole through his head. Madara smirked at him, making little finger points at the doorway Tobirama has exited through. The younger blushed, rolled his eyes and followed their guest out.

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"Izuna!"

Izuna looked up at the voice. A familiar brown-haired, tall guy walking towards him a bit briskly. Izuna turned to him as he stopped and smiled. "Yes, Hashirama-san?"

Hashirama smiled in return. "I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment."

"Um, of course, but let me go tell Nii-san to go on home." Izuna replied. Hashirama nodded.

Izuna turned around and quickly walked to where Madara was waiting with a couple of his friends Izuna didn't recognize, but knew to be seniors in most of Madara's classes. Being a junior himself, he didn't know them very well, but also because they didn't have people over anymore because their parents were unpredictable with their schedules, so they didn't know when they were and weren't home. Like this morning-Izuna had expected them to be there, but they weren't.

As he neared the group, one of them-a taller male with short green hair, golden-yellow eyes, and black glasses-looked away from the one who was talking and met Izuna's eyes. He elbowed Madara in the side and muttered something, to which Madara glanced in the indicated direction. "Ah, Izu!" he pulled the younger forward with an arm around his shoulders and grinned at his brother. "Ready to go home?"

"Who's this?" the one with green hair asked, sliding up to Izuna's other side.

"My little brother, Kuzan. Before you suggest he's my boyfriend." Madara smirked.

Kuzan smirked back. "Ha, then he's game for me?" he licked his lips suggestively. Izuna frowned, blushing.

"No." Madara bit back. "I'll skin you alive," he had a smile, so they knew he was joking.

"Of course," Kuzan replied.

"Um, Nii-san?" Izuna began, uncomfortable with the situation. "I need to talk to Hashirama-san, so will you go on ahead?"

"Hashirama?" Madara asked, surprised. "Okay. I'll wait here."

Izuna wriggled out of his grasp and headed back to Hashirama. Madara watched him go, silent. Why would Hashirama need to talk to his brother? When Izuna got to the other, Hashirama turned around, and they started walking along a path around the school. Kuzan was watching Izuna too, and noticed when the brown-haired man ruffled Izuna's hair. He grinned as an idea began forming in his mind.

Ha ha, the end. Will be longer next time, promise.

Enjoy!