Okay, so we go for a change of the overall mood and turn a bit more forlorn. The second half is more gloomy, and I think I'm actually better at doing that. Let's dive into the story!

Eleventh grade ended, and the two pairs of lovers enjoyed discreet meetings out of their oppressive homes throughout summer break by lying to their parents, each time sharing kisses and creating sweet memories. After the two month holiday, all four of them had fallen even more in love than ever. When Hashirama went to school with his girlfriend at his side and his brother and his girlfriend behind them on the first day of his third year of high school, he felt apprehensive for some reason. Something at the back of his head was whispering "Trouble ahead!", but he had no idea what the trouble might be.

"I did well on the exams, so that's not it. Madara and I haven't been discovered by either of our parents, so that's not it either. What can it be?" He thought as he unconsciously squeezed his girlfriend's hand. Madara glanced at him, confused.

"What?" She asked, cocking her head to the left. Hashirama shook his head and kissed her cheek.

"Nothing, Madara." He replied. "It's just a feeling. Nothing important." Little did he know how strong his sixth sense was.

A sports car zoomed in front of Konoha High School, coming to an impressive stop. Students were already staring, and someone was already whispering how the school was probably going to have another rich kid. Hashirama saw the commotion, and watched the incident from afar. Slowly, the car door opened, like a scene in a movie, and two boys stepped out of the car. The older looking boy had short brown hair that curled at the edges, and the younger one had dark blond hair that nearly reached his shoullders. They were both pretty good looking, and judging by the way they stood, they were gentlemen from the higher class of society, like the Senju and the Uchiha clans. A few girls were already squealing at their gentle aura and good looks, making the guys give them glares and envy.

"Hashirama, what's happening over there?" Madara asked. "I can hear those banshees from a mile away."

"Oh, it's just two new boys." Hashirama replied softly. Madara took one look at the boys, turned three shades paler, and dragged him away, running at top speed.

"Whoa, Madara! Slow down! What's with the rush?" Hashirama yelled, confused. Madara didn't reply until they reached their classroom. There, she trembled like a leaf and mumbled a few words that made his body run cold.

"My fiancé. That's Izuna and my fiancés. They're here, ready to report everything I do to Otousama."

Takeshi looked up at the school, wondering if he would fit with this crowd. Not that he cared though. Rich people usually didn't fit in unless they were with other rich people.

"Takeshi, did Tajima sama put us in the same class as them?" Katsuki's voice sounded from beside him. His voice had always been a little languid, something girls found alluring. Katsuki had always had the playboy aura around him, which attracted girls like a flower would to a mass of butterflies, even though he wasn't actually that much of a playboy.

"Yes, of course, or all this would be a waste, wouldn't it?" He replied. He and Katsuki had been friends forever due to the engagements since they both had problems with their fiancées, even though there was a one year gap. "He specifically forced…er, told the school to make this arrangement."

"Really, Tajima sama thought this would work?" Katsuki asked as he waded through excited fangirls. Takeshi winced at their heart shaped eyes. He hoped the girls wouldn't look at them both that way, for obvious reasons. Both their rings were on their fingers, glistening in the morning sunlight.

"Anyway, let's go find the principal's office." He said, before asking a girl where the office was. The girl turned scarlet and screamed a string of directions before running away. Katsuki and Takeshi sweatdropped. That was really unnecessary.

"Okay…"

"Let's go then." Katsuki said as they both followed the directions the girl gave. Sure enough, they arrived in front of the doors of the principal's office. Takeshi knocked lightly on the door, received a "Come in", and opened the door. There, sitting at the principal's desk, was an old man.

"New students, please do come in." The old man said jovially. "I am Hiruzen Sarutobi, the school's principal. I assume you are the boys Uchiha san has enrolled."

"Yes, we are." They answered in unison. Hiruzen smiled and motioned for his secretary, Shizune.

"Give them their books, Shizune, and send them on their way. I'm sure they want to meet their new classmates.

"Yes, sir." Shizune replied before loading a stack of books into their hands. "Come, I will show you the way to your classes."

Hashirama was worried. Madara had looked like a living ghost for the past few minutes, and she wouldn't stop trembling.

"Madara, calm down."

"Don't you get it?!" She fiercely whispered. "He would give US away! His words have more credibility to my father than mine do!"

"That doesn't mean-" He was cut off as the door opened and a boy walked in. Hashirama recognized him as the boy they saw at the school door. Madara let out a silent scream as the boy's eyes fell on her.

"Oh, hello there. Introduce yourself please." Genma sensei said emotionlessly.

"Of course." The boy said politely. "My name is Takeshi Ooboro. Yoroshikune, minna." He gave everyone a soft smile, which of course elicited a few squeals from the girls. Madara looked at the girls in disdain, and when Takeshi looked at her, she turned her head away, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Takeshi, please sit down beside Neji." Genma sensei said, motioning for the black haired teen. "He's the boy with light lavender eyes." Hashirama felt dread, because Neji sat in the desk beside their own. He didn't really know what to think about his girlfriend's fiancé sitting just a desk away, but he knew Madara wanted the dude as far as away from her as possible.

"Yes sir." Takeshi gave a small polite bow before walking to the spot beside the Hyuuga. Neji didn't say anything: he just contemplated him with his lavender eyes, which seemed to see through everything he laid his eyes on. Madara leaned slightly against his body, seemingly to look at his book but actually was seeking comfort. Discreetly, he circled his left arm around her waist. They stayed like that for an entire class, careful to not let the teacher or Takeshi notice.