A/N: Shameless Mito/Madara jealousy over Hashirama. Crack.

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The woman slowly approached the edge of the grass, and then stepped onto the water of the large pond. She stood in the middle of the water easily, and felt her hair blow in the soft wind.

She would never get tired of this. Walking on water...it was doable by any decent shinobi's standards. Something about the concept fascinated her, however. It gave her a sense of control of her surroundings. It was one of the few things she could control...

Unlike her relationship with Hashirama. He was unpredictable. He would just...not seem happy some days. Many days. Sometimes, she really doubted that he liked her in the same way that she liked him; ...the only one who seemed to be on his mind these days was Madara.

She was quite jealous, to say the least. Of course, there was not any officially established relationship between the her and the Senju, but...they were good friends! Really good friends. She thought that there might be more to them than that...but perhaps she was mistaken.

Feeling a presence approaching, she sighed. She did not feel like having company now.

"Oh! Mito-kun," said a deep voice in slight surprise.

Well, it wasn't too bad. It was just him, after all. "Hello, Madara-san."

His expression was somewhat taken aback. Yeeesh. "Icy cold."

"What was that?" She smiled.

"...Nothing," he said, turning his annoyance-filled eyes away to the left.

Her smile softened. "Come over here," she called, motioning toward her. She stretched her arms outwards into the air.

Curious, Madara approached her and stood beside her tall figure casually. Once a few seconds of standing on the water in silence had passed, he remembered her stretching, and asked, "Did you want to spar here?" Inner Madara grinned at the thought of sparring with his rival. Heheheh. Maybe then she'll see that she is no match for me...and that Hashirama is mine.

The grin became visible on his face, however, and Mito was quick to notice. "Sure!" She smiled wide. "It's been some time since, hasn't it?"

"Well, let's get started, then." Madara stood, ready in his stance.

"Ok, let's—" She stopped suddenly and waved. "Hashirama!"

"EH?!" Not having sensed his presence, he whipped around to see if the Senju had been watching. Unfortunately, this also broke his concentration on the water, and he disappeared with a splash!

Mito smirked. Then she replayed Madara's antics in her mind once more, and could not contain herself. "Hahahaha!" She giggled, not believing her friend—and rival—had fallen for that.

A friendly, deep voice boomed from behind her. "Hello, Mito!"

She turned around. Oh shit, it is Hashirama this time. "Hashirama! Hello," she greeted, blushing slightly. She stood still as he made his way over to her and stood beside her, on the water. "I haven't seen you since yesterday morning."

He grabbed her hand and held it low. "I've missed you, Mito," he murmured, while caressing a few strands of her long, silky hair. He smiled when her face lit up at the closeness. He brought the hair up to the side of her face and leaned in close to kiss her on the cheek. Before he could, however, he felt arms wrapping around him in a hug. With a surprised expression, he hugged her back, lifting her off the water in the process. And then, just when he could tell she'd stopped using her chakra, he let go.

He jumped back to the water's edge, and folded his arms, reverting back to his original form. His black, messy locks shifted as he tilted his head back and laughed. "Hahahahaha!"

"…"

Meanwhile, underneath the water's surface, pure thoughts of murder and rage began to form. Mito's head popped up, and so did a scowl not hidden from view from behind the wet locks of her inextinguishable, fiery hair that were loyally plastered to her face.

"MADARA! Your body is MINE!"

The shinobi in question giggled at her choice of words. "Any day," he flirted. "Although Hashirama is—"

"Right behind you," said a voice from behind him.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. His widened eyes slid toward the left, but he did not turn his head. "H-hello, Hashirama."

The Senju's dark eyes landed curiously on the soaking, aggravated mess that was Uzumaki Mito's head. "You guys playing a game?" he asked brightly, as a smile spread across his face, oblivious to the previous antics of the two other shinobi.

They both fiddled for an answer.

"Ah...?"

"...Hmph."

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