"P-pregnant?!"

The word tumbled off of Madara's lips. "But how?!"

Hashirama chuckled half-heartedly. "I thought we learned that in gym class, Maddie." The brown-haired beauty combed a hand through her locks, contemplating whether to fully confide in Madara or not. She sighed deeply as she glanced at the floor.

Noticing the miniscule gesture, Madara placed her hand atop Hashi's. "Look," she smiled sadly, "you don't need to tell me anything else. Okay?"

Although she appreciated her friend's support, Hashirama was still wary of confessing. What if he got in trouble? Hashi couldn't stand the prospect of getting someone sent to the principal, or suspended, or even arrested! Her olive skin blanched at the thought.

On the flip side, she understood that, in order to protect other girls from him, Hashi would have to open up. She thought back to when she was a little girl, recalling a line her father would often say.

"Your voice is your your strongest ally," Butsuma lectured, "Never be afraid to use it."

Mustering up all the courage she possessed, Hashirama inhaled deeply. "It was Mito-kun," she admitted.

"Mito-kun?" Madara felt her blood boil. "Uzumaki Mito?! The school man-whore?! Are you fucking serious?!"

Hashirama winced. "He's not a whore," she quietly defended the Uzumaki, "I-"

"I don't fucking care!" Madara yelled. She stormed out of the bathroom, eyes clenched to hold back the tears.


After a moment of silent self-consultation, Hashirama peeked out from the bathroom door.

Phew, no one's there. She sighed, stepping into the hallway. As she turned, she caught a glimpse of red in her peripheral vision.

"Oh! Mito!" she squeaked, "Were you…" She trailed off, then continued much quieter. "Did you just overhear me?" Hashi hung her head, coffee-brown locks veiling her face.

Mito lifted his lover's chin to look her in the eyes. He brushed her hair from her face, kissing her forehead.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he cooed, "We have nine months to prepare fo-"

"No!" Hashirama cut him off. She inhaled a shaky breath before continuing. "I...I need to get an abortion." Mito gasped.

"Hashi, you're overre-"

"We can't give this baby the life it deserves! I have to-"

"Maybe you should consid-"

"What is there to consider? We can't giv-"

"It's not your choice to make!" Mito screamed, silencing his girlfriend.

Shock riddled Hashi's face. "But Mi-"

"This is my baby, too, Hashirama," Mito interjected, "We…" he released a pent-up sigh before continuing. "We need to make a decision."

"A-"

"I understand that you are the one carrying this baby, but I don't want to see you hurt because of the abortion." Mito reached for Hashirama's hands, pulling them to his chest.

"I've read, though," Hashi replied, "that abortions are reasonably safe. Why are you worried about it then?" Her eyes searched his for the answer.

"I've read that, too," Mito admitted, "However, I also read that many women suffer emotionally from it. I mean, remember when Mrs. Sarutobi was pregnant?" Hashirama nodded. "She was so fond of her baby, even though it wasn't even born yet. What if, someday, you feel the same way?" Mito let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her petite form.

"I could never let you be so unhappy."


A/N: Yay! I finally finished chapter 2! :D Well, now I can really develop this plot-no-jutsu.