Hello, readers! I'm back! Chapter 10 is finally getting published! I've been doing volunteering somewhere that's not near my laptop, so updating the fic is obviously not an option. After this update, there will be two weeks of no updates, because I'm not in the country anymore (Vacation! Yay!), so please enjoy this one!

Takeshi was the one who led Madara home. They had been standing in the hallway, with Madara screaming profanities at him until she became tired and simply leaned against his chest, sniffing silently. He tried to tell her it really wasn't him, but she didn't even look at him. Realizing he could do nothing to get her to respond, he whipped out his phone and called the driver, who was still waiting nervously outside of the school.

"Hello?"

"Can you come to the front door of the school? I've got Madara with me, so do you mind giving me a ride?"

"Of course not. Come along." The driver replied before ending the call. Taking Madara by the hand, Takeshi led her towards the stairs, where they descended to the first floor. They walked through the empty school, their footsteps echoing around the halls. Madara didn't protest against his grip: she merely followed him, with eyes devoid of any emotion. Even her spiky hair looked droopy and tired. Although he enjoyed the contact, Takeshi couldn't help but feel sad. Madara didn't deserve this. She should be the happy heiress of the family, treated like a princess and loved by those dear to her, not a person who had to give everything up for the sake of a family business.

"Madara, can we talk when we get home?" He asked tentatively. Madara shook her head slightly. Great, rejection received. "Then can you please speak to me now? For a few seconds?" Another shake of the head. Great, rejected again. Takeshi sulked, Hashirama-style, inside, but on the outside, he was still the gentleman with a soft smile on the lips. He tugged her gently along, until the car came into view. The driver came out of the car and opened the door for them, motioning for them to go inside. Takeshi pushed Madara in cautiously and got in himself. The driver returned to the front seat, and soon they were on their way home.

The second they stepped into the house, Takeshi was pulled aside by Hikaku. He was dragged away to Tajimasan's office, where the proud Uchiha head stood erectly at the center.

"Well?" There was only a single word in the question, but Takeshi knew exactly what he wanted. Immediately, he whipped out his video recorder and displayed the footage. He had filmed them according to Tajima's orders, and now when he viewed the video with the Uchiha head, he realized he had captured Madara's tears perfectly. He had closed his eyes when this happened because it was such a sad sight, but now, he couldn't close his eyes for fear that Tajima san would snap at him or do something destructive.

"Perfectly filmed, Ooboro." The Uchiha smiled, satisfied. Takeshi smiled back uncertainly, not wanting to watch the video any longer. Watching Madara cry was heartbreaking, and in equal levels disturbing. Madara didn't cry often, and when she did, it was definitely devastating for her.

"Then, may I keep the footage?" He asked tentatively. The Uchiha head glanced at him confusedly, before nodding.

"Of course, Takeshi." He said calmly. "Just keep it safely, because no video of my daughter should go to the public. You can go now, Takeshi."

"Of…of course, Tajima san." He replied, taking the video recorder back into his head. He carefully tucked it into his jacket pocket, before bowing and leaving the study. When he descended the stairs, he saw Izuna glare at him before ascending the stairs and going back to her room. Katsuki shrugged behind her, before he walked into the hallway at the left side of the front door, which led to both his and Takeshi's rooms. Takeshi immediately followed him, wanting to get to his room as fast as possible. He waited until Katsuki entered his room, before rushing into his own. There, he opened his laptop and immediately streamed the video from the video recorder into the computer. When the streaming was finished, he deleted the whole thing. It may be of use later, but now, he didn't want to see it every time he flipped through his video recorder. He threw the recorder onto his bed and hurled himself onto it as well, sinking into the mattress. Technically, he won the competition against Hashirama now, but he didn't even feel one little bit of happiness.

Izuna stood beside her sister, who had burrowed into the depth of her blankets on her bed. Occasional sobs could be heard in two-minute-intervals.

"Neesan, what happened?"

*Sniff*

"Please, Neesan, answer me."

*Sniff*

"Neesan…"

*Sniff* "We broke up." *Sniff*

"WHAT?!" Izuna exploded, but her sister didn't take notice. She just covered her head with the blanket and went on sobbing. Realizing her sister wouldn't say anything more, Izuna silently slunk out of the room. She gently closed the door, and walked dejectedly down the stairs to the dining room. Her sister's dinner was still set on the table, but she wouldn't be coming to eat that now. Gently, Izuna wrapped up the meal and brought it up to her sister's room. She opened the door, placed the meal on her sister's desk, and backed out of the room. As she trudged back to her own room, she couldn't help but feel that Hashirama Senju was a total jerk. How dare he give up on her sister? Compared to Tobirama, he was already the brave one, so why did he break up with Neesan? This brought her attention to how Tobirama, being the more cowardly one of the two, might do the same. He might use this as a reason to break up with her. Well, that's not going to happen! Silently, Izuna clenched her fists. Tobirama would never break up with her. She would break up with him. They had no future anyway, just like their elder siblings, so it was better to end it now. Tomorrow would be the day that all would end, and that would break all relationships with the Senjus. They would be the rivals they were supposed to be, not lovers who were hopelessly in love. They weren't as much in love as their older siblings anyway. Tobirama was extremely responsible and dutiful, so he should understand. Somehow, Izuna felt herself dreading the coming of tomorrow. Wasn't it the day everything would get back in order? Wasn't it the day she could embrace her own fate? Then, why was her heart hurting?