Hey guys! What's up? THE SKY .3.

Anyways, just thought I'd continue this, since this specific story was stuck in my mind this past week. This one is still in Hashirama's P.O.V. And I think it might change in the next chapter. Enjoy!

I walked into the cafe, the young Uchiha opened the door for me and in return I put a thankful smile on my face. Once a waiter with a brown slick back ponytail, saw Izuna, he waved and greeted me with a bow. He then showed us to our Reserved Table, which was a booth, as Izuna sat on the right and I sat on the left. The young Uchiha blew a strand of hair out from his face as he looked at me, blinking slightly. No, this wasn't a date. It's just that Izuna has been noticing how more closed-in I act around his brother, and he wanted to take some time off from his day, including Tobi and take me to a cafe to drown away my mixed emotions. For someone who's brother is Madara, Izuna is nicer than you think.

"Are you okay?", were the first words that came out of his mouth, as soon as we took our seats.

I immediately felt my body tense up at those words, as I blinked, trying to let my body calm down.

"I'm-"

"And don't tell me you're okay, because I know you're not!", the long pony-tailed Uchiha cut me off. I felt those words get stuffed down my throat as I swallowed hard and quickly looked down. The Uchiha sighed slightly.

How come when it comes to me, I'm so easy to put together? Am I just that open-minded? I didn't know people could read me so easily until now.

"Hashi-san..I know what's going on. I would talk to my brother about how you're feeling, but the only problem is, he doesn't listen to me also he doesn't want me to interfere with you two. He thinks if I leave you two alone, and stop frequently checking on you, everything will be fine.."

My eyes became half-lid when I heard him. So he tells his brother the same thing? His little brother? When will Madara understand that all because he's got muscle and mental stability, doesn't mean other people are exactly like him? And he cannot force them to do so, nor should he manipulate anyone. And that's exactly what I told Izuna, who in response gave a frown. It wasn't an angry frown that I was talking about Madara. For God's Sake, he's practically the reason I went to this cafe in the first place! This frown was telling I was correct and Madara SHOULD stop.

Suddenly, Izuna clapped his hands together and lowered his head, his bangs going in front of his face.

"Hashirama...I'm so, so, sorry. You don't deserve to deal with Madara's not affectionate behavior. I understand that all you've been doing to him was sacrificing your time and your mind just to be with him, and I'm sorry Madara doesn't realize it. But I assure you, Madara has a complete reason to act this way!"

I blinked twice. There was no reassuring smile this time. I couldn't smile. Izuna then reached into his pocket and pulled out a mini-booklet that was pocket sized. Once he opened it, the book showed pictures of him, Madara and three others doing silly poses and goofy looks. I tilted my head slightly, not sure if I should actually believe this is Madara in these photos.

"Look, I know what you're thinking. Okay, so here..this one's me..", he says, pointing to himself in the photo, with a cockatoo hairstyle. "This one is Madara.."

In the photo, Madara had spiky hair, with bangs that fell in front of his ears. He also had a cross-eyed look on his face, which made me snicker slightly.

"Wait, who are the other one's?", I asked.

"Our brothers..."

I blinked and snapped my head up, seeing Izuna gazing over the pictures, a warm smile on his face. Knowing Madara's cold personality, he never had uttered a word about his family, only Izuna. Nothing more, nothing less. He actually told me that I wasn't allowed to ask any questions about his family, only if it was about his father.

"You have brothers?!", I asked, astonishment staining my voice.

"Yeah, I'm the youngest!", the ponytailed Uchiha chirped.

"What happened to them? How come Madara won't say anything about them?", I questioned. With those two questions, Izuna went silent. He didn't have an expression, he just gazed at me with empty eyes. As if I hit a hard spot inside of him.

"They died..while we were still so young. Madara couldn't protect them, and he felt extremely guilty about it. So he's been locked up inside his own little world.."

I looked down at the pictures and saw them all together, happy and gleeful, even Madara. He had smiled. His smile was like a smile I've never seen. Looking at his smile, made me smile. I can only imagine the encouraging words he had said back in those days. But the more I recall him frowning or scowling over me, a frown quickly drew it's way back to my face. Why can't Madara still smile like that till this day?

A few minutes after looking over pictures, a female waiter with rosy cheeks and long, curly black hair greeted us with bright smiles. As I looked at her smile, then Madara in the photo, their smiles were about the same, except his were brighter. We ordered our drinks and our food, then thanking her. After she left, Izuna closed the booklet and stuffed it back into his pocket. "Hashi-san, all I can do is explain and beg for forgiveness. I don't know how to stop my brother, and if I get too involved, he might attack Tobi and-"

"Hey, hey! Calm down! There's no need to keep apologizing", I say. The male looked up at me slightly, blinking a few times.

"But what abo-"

"Don't worry Izuna. This time, I don't have to place a burden on you're shoulders. You can just relax now. I promise I'll handle Madara on my own.."

Izuna stared at me, his eyes giving me a worried yet happy look. But on his face, a wide, kind and generous smile spread across his face.

"Thank you and good luck..!"

Trust me, Izuna, I'm gonna need all the help I can get.

I see you there,

I see you oh so far,

Wondering when you'll care.

But sometimes I think you do,

And sometimes I think you don't,

You're manipulation to my soul makes my mind feel blown

I know what's going on now,

But why take it out on me?

After all I've done,

I'm still a puppet on you're strings.

Do you need help? Do you want me here?

Because through my eyes,

It seems you don't even want me near.