Hello, readers! This story is going to be about Hashirama, female Madara, female Izuna, and Tobirama. I have completely ignored the actual ages of thses people, so be warned. Enjoy, and review!


Ten-year-old Hashirama Senju walked lazily on the street, whistling. He had escaped from school (Batsuma tousan would kill him if he found out. Not that he cared, though.) because he had learned everything from severe tutoring at home the night before. As he walked along the street, he admired everything: the fragrant flower shops, the teeming restaurants, and the street vendors selling accessories.

"Ah, I love this street." Hashirama thought, looking longingly at the dango sticks on display in the dango stand. The dango lady, recognizing him as the eldest son of Batsuma Senju, immediately waved him over.

"Senju sama, would you like one of these?' She smiled as she extendedher hand towards the boy, a stick of dango in her hand. "I see you're escaping school again, eh?"

"Thanks, baa san, and yes, I escaped school again!" Hashirama declared, accepting the delicacy. He wasn't a sweet addict, but he liked dangos a lot. They were great snacks, and they were often offered to him. The dango lady would occasionally offer him free dangos for no apparent reason. (He asked his brother Tobirama once about this phenomena, but Tobirama just cocked his head and said that he had absolutely no idea why, despite him being thee know-it-all of the two.)

"It's matcha (green tea) flavored." The dango lady explained, watching happily as Hashirama devoured the chewy rice balls, savoring the taste. "It's free for you."

There it was again. Free food. Hashirama thanked the lady and began walking down the street, lost in his thoughts. Infact, it wasn't until he smacked into someone did he snap back to reality.

"Can't you watch where you're going?" The person complained, glaring at Hashirama. The Senju stared at the victim, silently (and dazedly) contemplated the person's features. Choppy, jet black hair that touched the shoulders, eyes a black as midnight, and pale skin, unlike his eternal tan.

"Um, are you a girl…?" To be honest, Hashirama could see that this person was a girl, but he didn't want to offend her if he got the gender wrong. The choppy hair was quite misleading.

"I'm a girl, duh." The girl rolled her eyes in annoyance, obviously at his stupidity. For his whole life, he was the less bright person to his brother Tobirama, and now this absolute stranger just called him stupid. Great. Just great. Hashirama already felt a depression attack coming up. "and who are you anyway?"

"Oh me? I'm Hashirama. You?"

"I'm Madara." The girl replied, smirking. Hashirama blinked, wondering where he had seen that smirk before. It looked eerily familiar…

"Hey, earth too, Hashirama?" Madara's hand waved in front of his eyes, breaking him out of his reverie. She had leaned forward and was staring into his eyes intently. "You just spaced out for two minutes."

Hashirama nearly blushed at being in such vicinity with a girl (a quite pretty girl, no less) but forced himself from stuttering.

"I just thought you looked like someone."

"Seriously?" Madara raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "I've never met someone with a watermelon hair cut like you before."

"Oh."

They stared at each other for a few more minutes, before Madara returned her attention back to the merchandise spread before her, which was a huge amount of assorted barrettes. The designs were traditional Japanese, and there seem to be a piece in every color. Hashirama could literally see the desire in Madara's eyes.

"Which one are you going to get?"

"Hm?"

"Which one are you going to buy? I know you want one by the look in your eyes."

"I'm not buying anything."

"What?!" Hashirama stared at her in absolute disbelief. He had so clearly witnessed the want in her eyes, and she wasn't going to do anything about it? "You so wanted one!"

"My dad won't allow it. He will make me return it to the vendor the second he sees it."

"Why?"

"I'm not allowed to buy redundant things." Madara ssaid, fingering the dark red flower barrette made of pretty fabric, with a single shiny black bead in the center. Before he realized what he was doing, Hashirama plucked the hairpin out of Madara's hand and placed it in her hair. Madara stared wide-eyed at him, her face getting redder and redder.

"Uh…"

"It looks…nice…on you." Hashirama stammered, shameful of his aggressive behavior. Why didn't he ask before he accessorized the brunette? "Sorry…about….that…"

"It doesn't matter." Madara whispered, reaching up to detach the pin from her bangs. Swiftly, Hashirama grabbed an ornate mirror amidst the barrettes and held it up to her face.

"Here, look at yourself before taking it off!"

"I don't want to look at myself in something beautiful yet I can never have!"

"Then I'll buy it for you."

"?!" Madara stared at him, wide-eyed, as if he had gone raving mad.

"I'll buy it for you." Hashirama repeated, his eyes shining. "If your dad finds out, just say I gave it to you."

"No!" Madara growled. "I don't need anyone's pity, and definitely not from a stranger like you! I may be a rigidly controlled daughter of a strict father, but I'm not going so low as to receiving gifts!"

Hashirama shrank away from Madara, who was now glaring at him with an angry scowl etched into her face, her hands clenched into fists. He sincerely didn't want to piss her off. He simply wanted to help her get what she wanted, so maybe, just maybe, she could be his friend. His brother always complained that he was too friendly, so maybe that was the problem? Yet a close examination revealed the desperation in her eyes. It was even in her voice.

"My family deals with business, so we children all know this principle: nothing comes without a price. What is the price I have to pay, if I accept your gift? Money? Or something worse?" Madara yelled.

"Except for becoming a friend of mine, no, I think." Hashirama stated calmly after a few seconds of thinking. "Can you be my friend?"

"What? That's…that's it? That's…not bad…" Madara stuttered. Hashirama smiled hopefully, and rambled on. "You seem like a nice person, except for that fiery temper of yours."

"I do not have a fiery temper!"

"Oh yes, you do!" Hashirama laughed. "Maybe that's why dark red looks nice on you." He joked.

"Shut up, Hashirama!"

"Okay, okay." Hashirama turned to the vendor, who was watching the conversation in amusement. "How much does that re hairpin in her hair cost?" He asked, pointing at Madara's head.

"200 yen, and if you pay another 50 yen, you get the red rose bush earrings as well."

"We'll take those as well."

"Then that will be 250 yen total." The vendor, who was a middle-aged woman, chuckled softly. That boy must like the girl a lot to endure that rage, even though it looks like they just met. Maybe it was love at first sight.

"Here." Hashirama handed over the money and pressed the earrings into Madara's hand. "This is all yours."

"You really didn't have to do that…" Madara said hesitantly, admiring the earrings. They were dark red, like her hair pin, and there were pearls studded in between the delicate roses.

"No problem! I like to see people happy!" Hashirama replied, smiling. "So will you be my friend?"

"Friend?" Madara asked, almost whispering. "I've never had a friend before…" She muttered sadly.

"Then I'll be the first one!" Hashirama cried cheerfully. "Friends are good things to have!"

"Okay." Madara said, her smirk returning to her face. "I hope that means I can now unleash all my "fiery temper" on you."

Hashirama gulped. Even though he wanted the girl to be his friend badly, he wasn't sure if he could handle that…

"Anywy, I have to go back home now, or my dad will send that ridiculous nanny of mine to come search for me." Madara said, turning around and running down the street. "When will I see you again?" She yelled.

"Tomorrow!" Hashirama yelled back. "Like tomorrow at this time!"

"Ok, bye!" Madara yelled, giving a little wave before zipping around the corner. Hashirama stared after her, knowing full well his school master would probably be fuming now, considering he had escaped school for the sixth time this month.

"Heck." Hashirama thought. "Tomorrow will be the seven then."


So? What do you guys think? Good enough for a start, I hope?