Chapter 2

Enjoy this chapter, I typed it up while watching Johny Bravo. Remember him? :)

"So tell me a little about yourself Senju-san"

"It Hashirama, no honorifics please" snorted Hashirama. Madara lifted a thin dark eyebrow, watching Hashirama with a questionless eye.

"Well i apologise for being polite Senj- um I mean Hashirama" Madara said abruptly. The brunette chauntled quietly. The two were walking casually through an open area. Normally, Hashirama wouldn't allowed to enter this part of the hotel but he as long as he was with Madara, the hotel security couldn't say anything. Many plants were situated along the tight pathway along the fence. The sweet aroma mixed causing many different types of lovely scents to float through the cold breeze. Hashirama could also smell the deodorant Madara was wearing. It was a refreshing smell with a hint of lavender. Madara seemed to be a very hygienic person. The brunette had used the only perfume he owned. He only used scented oils on special occasions and being near Madara was a special occasion. The raven fit well with the colourful plate.

"Well I come from two different backgrounds but I'm more Japanese. I travel a lot, just recently got back to Japan" Hashirama explained. Madara tilted his head slightly.

"How can you manage travelling especially since you're a 3rd class" Madara asked but before the brunette could form a reply, Madara retaliated. "Oh I'm sorry, that's so rude of me to ask"

"Haha, no worries. It's fine. Only stating the truth" Hashirama replied, waving his hand dismissively. "Considering a boy like you who does not know a thing about hard work when everything is handed to him" Hashirama shot back sneakily. Madara pushed Hashirama slightly as a warning before continuing to walk.

"If that statement as anything to do with the event that took place last night, then you must be thinking. 'Oh poor little rich boy. Thinks he has it hard when he has everything'" Madara sighed dramatically, moving to the fence to look at the splendid scenery. The open ocean was in clean view at this side of the hotel.

Hashirama's features dropped sadly at the accusation. "Actually, no… I was not thinking that at all" The brunette started. He walked closely behind Madara, watching the back of the Uchiha. "What I was thinking was what could have been so bad that made you think you had no way out of it. To try and take your own life…" Hashirama explained. Madara turned to face Hashirama.

"It wasn't just one thing though. It was everything! My family, Neji, money, everyone around me-" Madara started but was cut off.

"- Do you love him?" Hashirama asked quickly, out of the blue.

"Excuse me?" Madara asked.

"Do you love him?" Hashirama repeated, wearing his signature smile.

"You should not be asking me this!"

"It's a simple question, why can't you answer?"

"I am not indulging in this topic of conversation"

"It's a yes or no question"

"Now look who is being rude" Madara fought back.

"Well you are his Fiancé, you should love him and it seems like you don't"

"Haha, I can't believe this. I am leaving!" Madara said, walking away from the fence. He turned to Hashirama before grabbing his hand and shaking it roughly. "Have a nice day Hashirama, Senju-san" Madara said and stomping off angrily. Hashirama watched him. The whole scene amused him. Suddenly Madara stopped in his tracks and turned back around again and stomped back to the smirking Senju. "Actually I do not have to leave, you leave! This is 1st class area" Madara said and pointed towards the exit. Hashirama tried his best not to laugh out.

"Now look who is being rude" Hashirama stated jokingly. He couldn't stop smirking at the shorter. Madara stared at him with a foul expression, before noticing the green folder Hashirama was holding. He snatched it and opened it, scanning through its contents.

"And what's this? Silly artworks… There not too bad… they're really good actually" Madara murmured sitting down on the ledge to flick through the drawings. The Senju smiled gently sitting down next to the Uchiha. He watched as his art amazed Madara as his beautiful face showed an expression of bewilderment. "Your use of shading is flawless" Madara complimented, flipping through the last few pages.

"Maybe I could draw you next" Hashirama said as a lame joke but very slyly. His rested his arms behind his head, leaning back to watching Madara easier.

"I would quite like that"

"Really?" Hashirama choked, clearly surprised.

"Yes please, if you don't mind"

"N-no I don't mind, I would love to" Hashirama mentally face palmed himself for sounding too eager. Luckily Madara didn't seem to notice it and kept looking at the sketches.

…..

It was nearing lunch when Hashirama and Madara came to a halt. They were both on the 3rd highest level. The floor had a Japanese them to it. The two were walking through the inside of the hotel for this floor didn't have a large area outside, just a small balcony. It had large windows, that gave enough scenery. The hotel people must have planted the trees outside themselves because this was the only part where it had bamboo trees and Sakura plants and bonsai. Hashirama had noticed that this floor had the most snobs hanging around. They all gave him a dirty look as if he was a nuisance to them.

"Maybe you could teach me a few things about how you live?" Madara asked. The raven didn't want to admit it to Hashirama but he really admired the 3rd class way of living. They were just so carefree and seemed like they could do whatever they wanted. Madara was sick of sitting up straight as possible and drinking tea and using napkins.

"Live like me?" Hashirama asked, quite confused. Who would want to live like a grub? Madara just shrugged in response. The brunette contemplated for a few moments before grabbing the Uchiha's wrist and pulling him along with him. Madara struggled as a first response but soon was running with him down the corridors of the palace. Hashirama lead him outside to the wooden balcony. The balcony was red, brown and black which was a great choice of colours.

"Look, all you have to do is-"Hashirama started before making these weird gurgling noises with his mouth and spitting out towards the ocean view. The stream of saliva made it to the sea but it was hard to see if it made a ripple pattern since they were so high up. Hashirama turned to grin at Madara who gave him a disgusted look. "You try it"

"Pardon me but I am not going to do that" Madara said

"C'mon you said you wanted to see what it was like to be me" Hashirama argued. Madara pouted a little before facing the ocean and nodding. He sneakily took a few glances around to see if anyone was watching before taking a deep breath and spitting towards the sea. The two watched as it plummeted down to the earth. It probably didn't make it to the water. Hashirama turned to look at Madara's reddening face.

"That was pitiful!" cried the Senju. Madara turned away blushing in embarrassment. He never seemed so inexperienced at anything before so this was completely new to him. "you need to get more leverage in it" Hashirama explained. "Like this" Hashirama began to gather saliva in his mouth, taking a hold of the railings. He lunged himself forward and spat the clear substance out. This time it went further than the last time. He turned back to the younger, smiling in triumphant. "Your turn"

Madara smiled confidently. He placed his hands on the red railing and mimicked Hashirama's previous movements. This time, it reached the Senju's first attempt. "How's that" Madara grinned.

"Ahh, heaps better than your first" Hashirama teased.

The two kept at it, spitting as a contest to see who could get further. They were laughing crazily until they were interrupted. You know those people who make those coughing sounds to get your attention. That is what it was. The sound came from behind the two. Quickly the boys turned to face the intruder. Madara jumped in surprise noticing it was his mother, Gwen and his quest.

"Oh Mother!" Madara gasped. He looked at Hashirama quickly as if the Senju could give him an answer. "We were just… Gwen this is Hashirama Senju… The one from yesterday" Madara explained.

"Senju Hashirama*" Gwen corrected which Madara smiled apologising. Gwen turned to look at Hashirama, from head to toe with a judging eye. Hashirama could tell she didn't approve of his attire but he did not let it show. Hashirama was good at masking expression and making a more positive experience. "So you will be joining us for dinner today right Senju-san" Gwen asked, though she knew the answer.

"Quite so" Hashirama said, making himself sound very stuck up which fit well with the old women. He could fool anyone into believing he was a 1st class member. Hashirama decided to humour them and tilt his head up, nose pointing high. The Uchiha boy giggled quietly at the bold move while said Uchiha's mother sneered.

"Well, we must get prepared, come" She gestured for Madara to leave with her. Obediently he did. "I hope you find yourself a nice uniform to wear" she said as parting words. Hashirama stood watching them leave with a happy smile. Once they left he head back to his own suite to find out a way to look sophisticated.

The Senju walked back into the building form the balcony and was jumped by another. He struggled to see who it was but soon recognised the person.

"Tobirama, what are you doing here?" Hashirama asked loudly. Tobirama was unaccompanied by a 1st class member so he could get them both in trouble if he got caught in here. He took his arm and pulled him to the elevator and headed down 4 levels into their own areas.

"Explain?" Hashirama said. He wasn't angry, just worried. He didn't want his best mate to get into trouble.

"I couldn't help it, I wanted to spy and see how things were going!" Tobirama complained. Once the elevated opened the two walked out and began to head down the corridors. "And I could help you get him as well" Tobirama said smoothly.

Hashirama was ment to say 'I do not need your help' but out came "how?"

"Well I heard that you need a fancy uniform for lunch today so just leave it to me. Go inside the suite and get prepared but I'll bring the suit ok"

Hashirama raised an eyebrow but was pushed into the suite and had the door slammed in his face.

….

Tobirama had told him that there was nothing to worry about. It had almost been half an hour after his friend left him in the room. He was ready to leave except he still had no fancy uniform. Finally, he was beginning to panic. He looked at himself in the mirror. He had combed his hair and applied half a bottle of perfume in an attempt to cover up the nervousness he obviously had.

The door to the room open in a spilt second and Tobirama busted in. He threw a black tuxedo at Hashirama before running back out and slamming the door shut without a word. The brunette decided to just put it on without an explanation. He noticed that on the tag it had the words 'Neji Huuuga' on it. Hashirama laughed in response. Hashirama Senju 1, Neji Hyuuga 0.

The suite he was a black. His undershirt was a cream white and tie was dark blue. He had matching pants and leather shoes. Luckily he was the same size as the hyuuga. Hashirama had his warm brown hair thrown back and just a little bit at his front to frame his face.

Once Hashirama put the tux on and made sure he looked pass-able for a 1st class he headed out of his suite and headed to the diner.

Hashirama had entered the diner and it was a two-storied restaurant. When you entered, everything was made from gold! The first floor had a few large tables that were in line. There was a band playing. It was light music and the tune that was playing reminded him of a wedding. A few stone fireplaces and dangling chandeliers were seen as well. Hashirama walked past the table and came to a large father clock that was solid gold. 12:30 it read. The small hand facing towards the twelve while the longer one was at the six. The brunette guessed the whole 'being fashionably late wouldn't work with these people so he decided it would be best to be straight on time.

He turned and there was the long case of stairs. People were carved into the ledges of the stairs' railings to give off the ancient look. He elegantly walked down the left side of the stairs. It was easy to fit in since all you had to do was act like you were a king. Hashirama mimicked many of the men there. He walked slowly and had his right arm folded neatly behind his back. He stood at the bottom of the stairs awaiting for the Uchiha he wished so badly to see.

That moment when he began to remember the short times he spent with the Uchiha, said boy stood at the top of the stairs. Hashirama smiled brightly. Hashirama waited patiently for Madara to walk down the stairs.

He looked more amazing than ever. Madara had style his hair where some of his hair was pulled back loosely while the rest just hung proudly. His hair bounced with each step. His kimono was a light cream with snow white silk woven at the ends of the costume. The ends were also 3cm of lace. He wore a very thin scarf that reached down to hip level. Light brown sandals that showed his toes compelteled the look. Hashirama was sure that an angel was coming towards him.

Madara reached Hashirama, smiling politely. Hashirama took Madara's hand, and kneeling to one foot. Keeping eye contact with the Uchiha, he lightly pecked just below the Uchiha's knuckles.

"You look amazing Madara…" Hashirama complimented quietly. Madara's cheeks tinted a light pink.

"I could say the same for you Hashirama" Madara whispered. Hashirama smiled, still holding Madara's hand as he began to stand to his regular height. He guided Madara's hand to rest on his arm.

"Shall we" Hashirama said. With the nod of approval he began to escort Madara to the largest table where he saw Gwen sitting with other women and men. Sadly Neji was there too. She was quietly chatting with Neji but looked up when the two of them stood at the table.

"Good afternoon" Hashirama said loudly. "Senju Hashirama" he greeted. The two took the vacant seats. Hashirama had to sit next to Neji and an elderly woman, while Madara took the last seat which was reserved for him in-between his mother and fiancé. The two knew that Neji must have planned that.

Madara noticed that his guests seem to have taken a liking to Hashirama. No one knew he was a poor man but he was very attractive and doing so well. He looked so calm and confident. He was already making conversation with the guests. Madara smiled as he watched Hashirama win his way with the people at his table.

"I also know for a fact that Hashirama here is a very talented artist. I've seen some of his work and it is brilliant" Madara said joining the conversation. Neji eyed Madara carefully before looking at Hashirama who gave a handsome smile.

"Madara and I have different points of view in what art is acceptable" Neji spoke rudely. "Oh, though I am not doubting your art whatsoever" Neji added. Madara rolled his eyes.

A few men in butler suits came to the table with the entrées. It was soup. Once everyone had their small meals, lunch began. Hashirama looked down at his utensils with utter confusion. There were 3 different sizes of spoons and 3 forks. He looked up at Madara with a comical expression. Madara took the hint and released what was wrong. He held up the smallest spoon in response. Hashirama grinned and took the same spoon Madara picked up and used it to delicately eat his soup

….

Lunch had lasted 1 hour and 13 minutes according to Hashirama's watch. It finally came to an end. All the men stood up, Hashirama quickly followed.

"Please excuse us" spoke Neji. The other men said their goodbyes. "Will you be joining us for pool?" Neji asked, facing Hashirama. The Senju already knew Neji did not want him there so he declined. The two gave a handshake before the men departed. Hashirama turned to Madara and took his hand and quickly kissed his hand again. He didn't say a word which left Madara slightly confused. The tanned male smirked before releasing his hand and walking away.

Madara noticed an object in his hand after Hashirama had released his hand. Quickly he looked into his palm and saw it was a folded piece of paper. Eager, Madara opened it and read it

'2:30pm meet me at the grandfather clock after you're done with your lunch. I can show you what a real party is'

…

Madara excused himself from the table before heading back to the staircase. He slowly walked around to the stairs and headed up them. He saw a familiar figure facing the golden clock. When he reached the top, instantly Hashirama turned to greet him. Hashirama took his hand.

"Let's go" Hashirama said

The two left the fancy diner and Hashirama led the Uchiha down to the basement of the hotel. Once they entered the basement, loud, fast music was playing. Many peasant looking people where dancing crazily, bumping into each other and talking loudly over each other. Almost everyone had a large glass of alcohol on their hand.

Madara was shocked to see how everyone was acting. It reminded him of animals. Hashirama pulled him inside the mess of people and began to dance like how the other people were. Madara tried to pry away from Hashirama as he forced him to dance.

"Hashirama I can't dance!" Madara argued. Hashirama laughed

"Neither do I" he yelled over the music.

He took ahold of both his hands and showed his what to do. He took the dancing lessons and followed Hashirama's bizarre steps.

"You're doing heaps well!" Hashirama cheered.

Madara giggled before pulling away from Hashirama and taking a glass of alcohol from the table and taking in down in one shot. Hashirama watched in amazement.

"Don't think I don't know who to drink" Madara accused loudly. The Senju grinned, pulling Madara with him onto the large table where a few other people where dancing. Madara kicked off his thongs and kept up the dancing. Hashirama couldn't stop smiling and it became funny when Tobirama came running in to join the party. The white haired male knew how to own the dance floor. He too jumped up on the table and did several difficult steps. Everyone crowded around the table to cheer the dancers on.

The raven turned to Tobirama and did a stream of tap dancing, which causes a commotion of joy in the crowd. Soon it turned into a competition as the dancers tried to outdo each other.

Hashirama couldn't tell if Madara was drunk or just was having a good time. Notherless he couldn't be happier. Today turned out splendid.

Unlucky for the two kids, Hashirama and Madara, no one noticed a tall bulky man poke his head through the door, taking in the scene before running off to report to a certain someone.

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