Hello readers! Chapter two is up! Enjoy and review! Oh and by the way, thank you Madarauchi16 for giving me the first review I've ever received on .
The next day, Hashirama found Madara already waiting in front of the accessory stand. She was purchasing something from the vendor, and when she turned around, Hashirama saw the dark red hairpin gleaming in her hair, and the rose earrings dangling on her ears.
"Oh, hi, Hashirama."
"Hello again, Madara. How are you today?"
"Good, I guess." Madara murmured, paying the vendor and receiving a little, elegantly-wrapped parcel.
"You're…buying something? After all that stuff that happened yesterday?"
"Yes." Madara replied. "After your selfless act yesterday, I decided I would take the risk to buy my sister a gift." She said as she revealed the contents in the parcel: water blue flower earrings and the matching flower barrette.
"You have a sister?"
"Um, yeah?"
"I have a younger brother! We both have siblings!" Hashirama yelled happily. He grabbed Madara's hand and started prancing around, earning him a full-blown glare.
"Let go of my hand, you moron! If the parcel gets ruined, you are going to pay!"
"Okay, sorry sorry." Hashirama grinned sheepishly, cowering away. He was just happy he got something similar with this completely-opposite-to-him girl. Everything about them was different. Madara had a rather cold personality, a paler complexion, not to mention better looks…which was a bit hard to compare because he was a boy and Madara was a girl.
"So, what are you going to do today? I can't stay for very long outside. Forty minutes at most."
"Oh, today? I thought about taking you the best dango shop I've ever been into. What do you say?"
"Yes! Hell yeah!" Madara's outburst startled Hashirama. He had thought Madara was quite serious, but apparently, she could be quite excited as well.
"Um, I take it that you adore sweets?"
"Dude, I love them! Take me to the shop, please!" Madara cried, doing a begging motion by pressing her palms together. Hashirama stared at her, mouth wide-open, because Madara actually looked cute, especially with the flower barrette in her hair.
"Sure…sure Madara. Come, follow me. I'll even treat you, just stop looking at me with those puppy eyes of yours."
"What puppy eyes?"
"Never mind."
Hashirama stared at his friend as she munched on the second stick of dango right after she devoured the first one. She seemed to have abandoned all seriousness, focusing only on satisfying her sweet tooth.
"Uh, Madara…"
"Hm?"
"When was the last time you ate dangos?" Hashirama inquired. Madara currently has her cheeks puffed out slightly due to the sweets in her mouth. In fact, Hashirama was surprised that she didn't choke.
"My dad never lets me have them. It's been years since I had one."
"Really?!" From now on, Hashirama would never take dangos for granted ever again. He propped his head on his palm and silently watched Madara enjoying what seemed like ambrosia for the gods. Slowly, without thinking, he reached out and wiped the sauce off Madara's left cheek. Madara froze, a pink blush blossoming on her face. Hashirama's eyes widened slightly, before he pulled away his hand as if her cheek was on fire, blushing heavily and literally screaming apologies.
"Sorry, Madara! I'm so sorry! I wasn't thinking clearly, honest!" Hashirama pleaded. Madara only clutched the now finished dango stick tightly, her face even redder than a tomato.
"It's fine." She snapped, averting her eyes in absolute embarrassment. Twice this guy in front of her had touched her, and somehow she didn't mind, and even…liked it?
"You forgive me then?"
"Of course, silly!" Madara laughed, breaking into the most breath-taking smile Hashirama had ever seen. "You are my friend, and friends forgive each other, at least, that's what I read from novels." She cocked her head slightly to the right adorably. "Do they?"
"Yes." Hashirama said quietly. "They do. No matter what."
"Okay, got that learned." Madara did a little saluting gesture with her hand, smiling all the while. "I never thought I would learn something from you, Hashirama."
"Hey! I'm not that stupid! At least, not as stupid as I look…"
"So you admit it. Get a better haircut, idiot."
"Hey!" Hashirama yelled indignantly. Madara just stared at him defiantly, daring him to challenge her.
"I never thought I'd pick a fight with a girl, but apparently that was impossible to avoid with you."
"Fight me, melon head."
They glared at each other for a few moments, before Hashirama closed his eyes slowly.
"No, I won't fight you, Madara. Friends don't get angry with each other that easily."
"Really?"
"Yes." Hashirama replied as he smiled at her. "Let's make peace, Madara." As if to prove his point, he immediately paid for the sweets. Madara only stared at him with utter shock. She had never met such an amiable person in her life.
"If you're finished, let's go. Your forty minutes is almost up." Hashirama smiled, extending his hand towards her. Madara just stared at him, not knowing whether to grab his hand or whatever.
"If you don't want to touch me, it's fine. Boys and girls usually don't touch each other." Hashirama half expected Madara to simply get out of her seat, but to his surprise, she grasped his hand tightly.
"I want to, okay? I DON'T want to lose a friend." Madara muttered, averting her gaze in embarrassment. Hashirama only stared at the soft hand in his own palm, a slight blush on his face.
"Come on, go! Are we going to stay in the shop all day?!" Madara suddenly snapped, startling Hashirama out of this skin. "MOVE!"
"Hai hai."
"Tadaima (I'm home.) Izuna."
"Oneesan, okaeri! (Welcome home, sister)" Madara smiled as her sister rushed to the door to meet her. Her sister Izuna Uchiha was a year younger than she was, and she was also rigidly controlled by their father, which meant she had nothing, absolutely nothing to accessorize herself. That was why Madara took the risk today to purchase the earrings and hairpin.
"Izuna, I have something for you."
"Really? What is it?"
"Open it and see for yourself, imouto (little sister)." Madara replied as she placed the parcel in Izuna's hand. Izuna gingerly pulled the water-blue ribbon lose and unwrapped the gift, revealing the lovely accessories inside.
"Oh, neesan! How much did these cost you?!"
"It's not really expensive. Besides, anything for my dear imouto."
"Thanks, neesan!" Izuna beamed as she tried on the earrings. The water-blue blossoms complimented her hair, enhancing the paleness of her face.
"How do I look, neesan?"
"Beautiful, imouto. Keep them safe, in a place Father will never find them, alright?"
"I will, neesan. I definitely will."
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