Hashirama had asked the younger fledglings about cell-phones, and eventually she had obtained one, and under the guidance of one helpful fledgling, she finally had made her first call to Madara, to tell her that she wanted to visit her.

When Madara picked up the phone to hear Hashirama's voice, she laughed softly, talking with the other. It appeared that Hashirama wasn't good with technology, but it was almost endearing.

The clouds rolled in as she hung up, and Madara could sense the electricity in the air. Raindrops soon started to tap against her window, and after a while, she heard the knock on the door, rushing to answer it. Hashirama stood in the doorway, looking slightly soaked, but she beamed brightly as she looked to Madara.

"Hey~" She smiled, as Madara let her in before rushing around to get Hashirama a towel to dry herself off. "Didn't you bring an umbrella?" Madara asked softly, and Hashirama shook her head. The raven-haired woman gave a soft sigh, handing the towels to the other woman. "You're gonna catch a cold if you don't get dry."

"It's okay, Mada~ I have a good immune system," Hashirama responded, looking confused as Madara stared at her weirdly. "Huh? I said something wrong?" Madara shook her head. "Ah… I don't like being called 'Mada'…" She responded quietly, with a shrug. "It's what my brother used to call me… before… well…"

The sudden sad air caused Hashirama to frown as she watched the younger woman. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to…" Madara shook her head again. "No, it's fine… the therapist said I had to talk about it, to work it out…" She blinked, determined to keep herself calm. No crying, she wouldn't cry…

It must not have worked, Madara thought, as Hashirama embraced her, holding her close. But the raven-haired female decided to speak, her voice quiet.

"My brother died… he was killed about a year ago… this Friday he would have turned eighteen…" She clung to the other's shirt, shaking slightly. "He was my baby brother… and someone would harm him without remorse…"

Hashirama's expression softened and she stroked the other woman's hair gently. "Shh… it's okay, you can cry," The brunette murmured gently. Madara nodded, hiccupping a little. "I… I know, it's just how I was raised," She responded, raising her hand to wipe her eyes, giving a smile. "Ah, sorry… you came to visit and here I am, crying on you…"

"It's fine, Madara," She responded gently, giving the other a smile. Madara gave a slight smile. "Ah, do you have any brothers and sisters, Hashirama…?" The question left the raven-haired woman's lips as she looked to the brunette.

"Ah, I have three brothers," Hashirama responded softly. "Our family is not as close as it used to be, we're all quite busy…" Madara listened to the other, giving a soft smile. "Ah, but you still care for each other?" Hashirama nodded in response. "We do, we do."

Madara gave a relieved smile. "I'm glad. A nice person like you deserves to have happiness." Hashirama looked surprised, before going to hug the other. "So do you, Madara," She murmured, nuzzling the other gently.

Madara's cheeks went pink at the affection given to her, though a sudden knock at the door caused the raven-haired girl to glance up. "Huh…?" She got up to go answer the door, paling as she faced the brunet male waiting at the door, slightly soaked from the stormy weather.

"Get out," She hissed, eyes narrowing as she closed the door on the other. The man put his foot on the door, pushing it back open.

"What's the matter, Mada? Not happy to see me?" The male sneered, pale eyes showing amusement. Madara continued to glare at the male as he stepped into her house. "We are over, Neji," She growled. "If you don't get out…"

"What are you gonna do? Cower?" Neji scoffed, slamming the woman against the wall, placing his hands on each side of her. Madara pushed at the other's chest, recoiling as she felt the sharp sting of the slap on her face. Neji smirked, grabbing her face roughly and forcing his lips over hers. Kicking out, Madara pulled back, staring at the other.

Hashirama heard the slap, getting up to go into the hallway, looking to the man and Madara. Frowning slightly, she fixed her gaze on Neji. "What is going on here?" She asked calmly. The male just scoffed. "It is none of your business, we merely had a little disagreement," He responded, looking over Hashirama.

Madara glanced to Hashirama nervously, turning her face away so Hashirama couldn't see her cheek, which stung quite a bit. Though, the aura around Hashirama had become quite cold, and it made her quite nervous. Madara didn't want a fight, mainly out of fear Hashirama would get hurt by the other. And she really didn't want that.

"Tch, in any case, I came to give you this, Madara," He tossed the coat at the raven-haired woman, who moved back to avoid the clothing piece. Hashirama continued to stare down at the other. "If that's all then, maybe you should leave."

Neji scoffed again. "Are you trying to get involved in my business, wench? You can't tell me what to do," He declared.

"I can defend my friend if you're threatening her," Hashirama retorted. "Now, please leave." Neji just laughed aloud, going to Madara and forcing his lips on hers again. The raven haired girl pushed him away, and Hashirama moved to pull Madara behind her, protective.

Hashirama stepped forwards, a flash of lightning causing a shadow of feathered wings to appear behind her. "I asked for you to leave," She stated, her tone cold. "Now, if I catch you trying to hurt Madara again, I will kick your ass."

Madara's eyes went wide with shock as she heard the other. Hashirama had originally seemed quite ditzy and gentle, but the scene before her… it was so strange. And what was with the strange shadows of wings?

Neji glared at Hashirama, though he backed off and went to leave the home. "This isn't over yet, you bitch!" He declared, though Hashirama shut the door, locking it before going to Madara, enveloping her in her embrace before checking over the smaller female.

"Are you okay, Madara?" The brunette asked softly, concerned. Madara nodded, though she continued staring at the other, confused and slightly worried. "Ah, what was with the wing shadows…?" She asked softly, and Hashirama's mouth fell open slightly in realisation.

"Oh, you saw my wings…?" She laughed a little, embarrassed. "This is going to sound strange…" Leading the younger to the living room to sit down, Hashirama went to explain what she was.

"I'm an angel, a guardian angel. You're the one who I was chosen to watch over," Hashirama stated. Madara just looked confused, before thinking about it. It did explain how she could get her out of the path of that speeding car on the night they met…

"So, you were chosen to be my guardian angel… aren't you supposed to not reveal yourself…?" Madara stated, almost amused. Hashirama blushed faintly, before laughing again. "Ah, we are, but sometimes we will appear to our wards, because some people need a lot more protection than others."

Madara gave a slight pout. "I don't need that much protection…" She huffed lightly. Hashirama laughed softly, ruffling the younger girl's hair before glancing out of the window, at the sky. "Ah, I gotta go today, Madara. If you ever need me, just call for me~ I promise I'll be listening out for you."

Standing up, the brunette made her way out of the back door, pausing to smile at the other. "See you later, Madara~" Madara nodded, following the other so she could lock her doors after the other left. Sitting on the couch afterwards, she gave a soft laugh, almost in disbelief at the events that had transpired today.