Hi guys, I'm back. I know! *Gasp* How shocking!

Anyway, many thanks to everyone who followed and faved and took the time to read this story and an extra-special thank you to aira-sama and Blueberry person for your lovely reviews both of which made me smile for hours, thank you so much. As well as my wonderful BFFL viexon for having a heart attack from shock when she saw I had updated. Love you too.

Okay, here is Darklife's request, you requested a Madafem!Hashi. Or at least, I think you did, I have totally lost track by now. So if there's a chapter anyone still wants me to write then please drop me a review or PM me and remind me. I have a list of who asked me for what but I've been known to get things wrong and accidently write TobiIzu's instead of TobiMada and other unforgiveable mistakes like that. Anyway, enough from me. Enjoy!

P.S: Darklife, this is probably nothing like what you wanted but I hope you enjoy anyway. Thank you for requesting!

-In which old friends re-appear and no one is what they say they are. More or less.

Warnings: Um... Slight Madafem!Hashi. AU

Chapter 26: Rose red

"Aren't you the least bit nervous?" Tobirama whispered, his voice so soft even he could barely hear himself.

His older sister smiled brightly, "nope. Not really." Her voice was equally as soft.

Tobirama's red eyes flicked across the room to a pair of virtually identical black-haired young men by the bar, talking quietly with their heads together, as they were.

The male pair looked, to any casual observer, like simply a pair of good-looking young men who spent a lot of time out of the sun, so similar they were obviously brothers. But the brother-sister duo knew what to look for, the tell-tale signs of their vampiric DNA. Their unnatural paleness, their stillness, they never shifted their weight or rolled their shoulders. They way they tilted their heads as though thinking of something but in reality they were listening.

Unbeknownst to Tobirama, their conversation was running on remarkably parallel lines.

"Her?" The older and slightly taller of the two asked softly, his voice unsure rather than sceptical.

"Why not her?" The younger asked logically.

The older one shook his head, "not sure, but... she seems... familiar... somehow."

His younger brother eyed him sceptically, "yeah, likely story," he said in a tone that implied it was no such thing. "You need to feed. Stop putting it off and stop making excuses." His brother's usually smooth, alabaster skin was sallow, his eyes and cheeks sunken in. He had never looked truly healthy since...

Izuna, the younger brother, shook his own head as if to shake away these thoughts. No use dwelling on that now. "Just do it." He turned on his heel and strode out the room.

"That's my cue," Tobirama whispered, touching the carved wooden steak under his shirt. In a louder voice he said, "Well, call me if you need a lift. Don't drink too much."

"Yes father," his older sister teased, she hugged him and he left.

Hashirama Senju, Tobirama's older sister sighed slightly as she settled onto a barstool to wait.

She didn't have to wait for very long.

Soon an oh-so-familiar presence joined her at the bar, Hashirama waited until his arm brushed hers as he set his forearms on the bar top before quickly and subtly knocking over her drink. As expected, the dark haired male turned to her.

"Sorry about that," he apologized.

Hashirama flashed him her brightest smile while inwardly she danced a jig, this was so easy. "Oh no. My fault. Entirely," she said truthfully.

Her companion shook his head, "no, I bumped you. Please let me buy you another drink."

Hashirama smiled again, "well if you insist."

Madara smiled also but it didn't reach his eyes, they still looked lost and alone, "I do."

He was acting, that much was clear. Even if Hashirama hadn't known Madara as well as she did she would've been able to pick up on that by the way his face fell the second one of them looked away and he downed two shots when he normally would've nursed one. He kept his body close to hers, flirtatious and charming when normally he wouldn't be caught dead in this kind of situation.

"Oh how rude of me, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Natsu," he said. Hashirama nearly laughed. And because she knew him she knew he was acting against his own will. Madara would never care about being rude.

"Really?!" She asked perkily, she was seriously overdoing it, even for her. "That's amazing! My name's Haru!"

"What a coincidence," Madara said smoothly, "it's a very pretty name. It suits you."

This time, despite her best efforts, Hashirama's lips twitched, the name 'Natsu' didn't suit Madara at all. And she knew it.

"Something funny?" He asked, observant as ever.

She controlled her laughter, but just barely and pasted her false smile on her face, very glad of the huge sunglasses that she wore, despite the low light, they hid her eyes. "Oh, no. That's just a very nice thing to say. But how could you know if my name suits me, you don't know me very well."

She set the bait, he took it, "well how about we fix that," he said, smooth as oil. With the hand that wasn't holding his drink Madara reached forwards and slid the large sunglasses off Hashirama's nose.

Hashirama forced herself to keep her breathing even, though Madara would probably attribute the increase in her heartbeat to him touching her... smug asshole. This was the moment of truth, if he recognized her; she didn't know what would happen. What he'd do... what she'd do...

Madara pulled her sunglasses off her nose and stared into Hashirama's eyes for the first time in almost ten years without a hint of recognition. She gave a mental sigh of relief.

"Come on," she breathed, "let's get out of here."

In a dark nook beside the bar Madara took Hashirama's chin between fingers thinner than they should be and tilted her head up. His eyes bored into hers and, had she been human Hashirama would be willing to bet that she would have been completely under his sway.

Madara leaned towards her, his lips ghosted over hers and Hashirama tilted her head back further letting him mouth brush her throat.

Then Madara stiffened and pulled back. The pair stared into each other eyes.

Eventually Madara smiled again but it was much different from the confident, seductive grin from before. This one was bittersweet. He couldn't do it.

He brushed a lock of hair out of her face, "I'm sorry, you remind me of someone."

"A twelve year old girl. Your best friend. After meeting her down by the river behind her house for almost six years you finally confessed to being a vampire. You, your father and your younger brother had just, barely avoided a fight with her, her father and younger brother. You were wounded, lost a lot of blood. She gave you hers."

Hashirama tilted her head to the side, she'd had a bowl cut back then, she'd grown her hair out specifically to cover the marks on her neck. She wasn't ashamed of them, but she wasn't showing them off either, they were hers to keep secret as she pleased.

Madara's face was like stone as he stared at her, "Hashirama?"

The tip of the stake in her right hand brushed his chest, "hi Madara."

His eyes widened slightly and he looked down, embarrassed, as he realized just who he'd been flirting with and 'lured' outside.

He huffed, blowing some of his black hair out of his face and a touch of his childhood irritation touched his face.

"Are you going anywhere with that?" He demanded, nodding at the stake.

In the time that it took him to blink Hashirama was sitting on the ground her head on her knees a dark aura and a rain cloud hanging over her head.

"Your right, I'm a sorry excuse for a vampire hunter. It's probably pointless anyway." She mumbled.

All of Madara's childhood temper came flooding back to him, "would you cut that out!" He yelled, causing Hashirama to leap to her feet in fright.

Madara sighed, and rubbed a hand over his face, "you haven't changed at all."

Hashirama smiled, revealing her own pearly white fangs, "I have changed."

Madara stared.

His heart stopped. Okay, his heart had been stopped for years now but he could have sworn he legitimately felt it clench.

He didn't go pale with horror, he was already bone white, but he would have if he could have.

"Oh no," he whispered, shaking his head back and forth as if that could erase the awful truth. It was a literally one in millions chance but if a vampire fed from a human without telling them then he/she ran the risk of turning him/her into a vampire. But he'd never even dreamed... "oh no, no, no, no, no."

Hashirama looked slightly miffed, "it's not that bad!"

I have no idea what this chapter was all about. And I wrote it. I don't expect any of you to understand my crazy writings.

Still, someone had to write the Uchihas as vampires. I'm only surprised that it took me this long.

No. I don't know why this chapter is called Rose red either.

Despite the fact that Hashirama is quite tall I have a headcannon that fem!Hashirama is quite small. Don't know why.

Still, hope you enjoyed! Drop me a review or a request and tell me what you think! Thanks guys!

Bye!