A/N: This chapter is a special edition that accompanies this mini-series, dedicated to all of you awesome followers :) It's not entirely related to the story but takes place in the same universe XD Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing!

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The first thing he sensed when he woke up was the fact that he was naked, an uneasy sensation instantaneously gripped him restlessly—as we all know, the circumstances weren't exactly pleasant the last time Madara woke up in nudity.

Then he realized that it was someone else's bed… except that certain someone else had already left, leaving a pile of ruffled blankets and pillows cast carelessly on the other of the bed.

Soon an odd sensation gripped Madara; he felt strangely unhappy—not because he ended up naked in his bed and the fact that he had evidently slept with someone, the origination of his discomfort was strangely… hormonal.

As he got up, he perceived that his body seemed out of proportion, or at least, of a different proportion than a regular man. He felt a sagging weight weighing down his chest. Unsettled, he glanced down.

Holy shit, I'm…

A woman.

Quickly, wanting to disprove his unsettling doubts, Madara rushed to the mirror and what greeted him there was even more petrifying.

He really was a woman.

And a pretty damn sexy woman if he had to admit.

His hair, originally rough and uncombed, cascaded lusciously down his waist and he had a small, delicate, pretty face—pale as porcelain, his height had shrunk considerably and he had a softer… eh… gentler look and air about him.

Madara freaked.

Deciding that he'd better dress up, he skimmed through his wardrobe, only to realize that they were all dresses, kimonos and nightgowns, all entirely feminine attire.

What's more? They were dresses, kimonos and nightgowns with the Senju crest on it.

No… Please… Don't let this happen…It can't be him…

Cursing furiously, Madara donned a random kimono and rushed downstairs.

"Hi there Madara-chan!"

It was Hashirama. Shirtless.

"Hashirama! Just what kind of sick joke is this?!" he yelled, indignant and incensed. "And what's with the 'Madara-chan!'"

The Senju looked befuddled, his mood dropped a little. Typical Hashirama.

"But… I always call you Madara-chan…"

"Whatever, now, tell me, how DID I end up like this?!"

"What do you mean? I don't understand you." That bloodsucking bastard shook his head in confusion.

"How did I end up in a f*cking bed, in your f*cking house, as a woman?!"

"What?! You've always been a woman! No come on, otherwise a marriage alliance between the Senju and the Uchiha wouldn't have been possible!" That guy tried to sound like he was joking about the latter of his sentences.

"No I'm actually serious, I'm—"

"Don't tell my brother," Hashirama interrupted him abruptly.

"Don't what?! Of course I would tell your brother a bloody thing!"

"Ahh…" The man lamented. "You two never got along…Oh, and don't tell Mito—"

"Hashirama!" The redheaded woman emerged from the kitchen; her hair was already fixated in two buns, decorated elegantly by a few flowers. "There you are, how have you been yesterday night. My apologies, didn't get a chance to ask you when I returned from a visit to my home village this morning." She smiled at him demurely yet in a refined way.

Her eyes surveyed across the room and immediately, upon seeing Madara, her entire complexion turned sour.

"What's SHE doing here?"

"Eh… haha, you know, since Maddie-chan and I have been best friends… she came for a visit!"

"While I was away?" Mito eyed the two suspiciously.

"Eh… Yeah!"

"You're shirtless, you know that?"

An obedient nod from Hashirama

"Yep, you two have been sleeping together—"

"Me with him?!" This time it was Madara who interrupted her speech. He was Madara Uchiha, he would not lower himself to sleep with the Senjus, especially not Hashirama. He wasn't, isn't and will never be gay dammit! He's a straight man for all he could remember. "Are you f*cking kidding me right now?!"

"Oh, quit playing innocent right now! I know this isn't the first time!" Mito snapped back at him. "In fact, even Tobirama knows this isn't the first occasion when you cheated on him! You know what? I'll tell him!"

Her words left him bewildered and outraged. "What did you just say? Cheated on who? Tobirama? You… you… you…" Madara found himself stuttering.

"What?" She twitched an eyebrow and eyed him in a bitterly sarcastic way. "Your husband? Hashirama's brother? The guy with the Hiraishin no Jutsu? White haired, with amber coloured eyes, wears a fur coat the whole time?" From the tone of voice she talked in, you would have thought that she was explaining this to a three-year-old.

"Excuse me, but I'm leaving!" Madara screamed in protest. He stormed all the way to the door, shoving an apologetic Hashirama out of his way and decided to head for the Uchiha compound.

He needed a damn explanation for this mess.

Except when he entered his brother's house, he appeared to be intruding on… well, an intensive make-out session between Toka and Izuna. Of course, both of them were rather surprised to see him.

"Hey brother? How's everything going for you?" his brother greeted him; Izuna's voice seemed rather hazy.

No… this wasn't Izuna. Izuna would never make out with anyone like this, especially not Toka.

"Good…?—"

"Been cheating on Tobirama again?" Toka spoke bluntly. "Really, how many times have I warned Hashirama that a 'relationship' between you two would never work!"

"No, this… Can someone just tell me what's going on?"

"Brother, are you sure you're alright? You seem rather ill? Got a fever?" Izuna asked after witnessing Madara's pallid complexion.

"Long or abridged version?" Toka interjected again.

"Abridged."

The woman coughed a few times to clear her throat, preparing herself for some sort of monologue.

"So basically, after the formation of Konoha, our clans never got along well, right? So my idiot of a cousin decided to marry you off to his brother to strengthen the alliance between the two clans and we—"

"Why didn't he just marry me instead!" Madara bellowed without thinking, then realizing how awkward this sounded, he added. "Oh Kami… I did not just say that—"

"Yea… you kind-of just did." Toka deadpanned.

"No I mean, why Tobirama?! Wouldn't an alliance between the two clan leaders be the best decision? I mean—"

"Okay prissy, I understand that you're jealous of the fact that Hashirama had already married Mito Uzumaki BEFORE the formation of the village, hence he had been unable to take you in as his wife but—"

"Screw this, I'm out of here!" Madara shoved past Toka rudely. Where is his brother goddamit?!

He searched through the house only to discover a (happy?) Izuna cradling a bundle of cloths with… an infant in it. A minuscular, pink, wretched little thing in it.

"What is that little piece of shit you have there?" He blurted out upon his approach.

His little brother stared at him mournfully, shaking his head. "That little piece of shit, brother, is your nephew."

Now completely baffled, feeling that he would loose what little sanity he had left if he continued to stay, Madara rushed out of his house.

He ran. And ran. And ran again in a desperate attempt to avoid all familiar faces.

Except…

No… not him, not now… Madara pleaded to the heavens.

"What are you doing?"

Shit.

"No, I'm completely serious, 'wife'. What on earth are you doing?" It was Tobirama Senju speaking in an irked manner, evidently displeased to see Madara.

"Running. Problem?"

"Whatever," the Senju snorted.

"Been sleeping with my brother again?"

"NO!" he shrieked, his voice sounded odd, high-pitched, and womanly.

Tobirama gave him a disgusted look and rolled his eyes.

Madara returned it was a death glare.

"There you two are!" Hashirama's rambunctious voice rang distastefully through his ears.

"Hello, brother," Tobirama gave the man a curt nod.

Madara simply averted his eyes.

Switching glances between the two Tobirama had officially confirmed that, yes, those two had indeed been sleeping together.

...0.0

Madara winced in his sleep, rolling through his bed, his mind a tempest of emotions. He sure looked like he was suffering.

"Brother, wake up!" Izuna was rather worried and shook him in panic.

"Hn…." he snorted gruffly.

"Madara, it's me Izuna! WAKE UP!" With that, Izuna pushed his brother of the bed.

Instantly Madara was jostled out of his nightmares.

"Oh, Izuna! Izuna! I've really missed you!"

Consequently Izuna spent the rest of the afternoon stifled by his brother's overwhelming hugs while Madara kept on muttering about some ridiculously traumatizing nightmare.

Being a woman, betrothed to TOBIRAMA Senju, sleeping with Hashirama, arguing with Mito, worst of all: him and Toka making-out and having a child?

Really?!

A/N:

I would like to dedicate the upcoming Special Edition to the couples that 'never were' :) E.g. Madara/ Mito, Hashirama/Izuna, Tobirama/Mito (etc...) Basically you get the idea :) Send me your thoughts on this. (Yaoi is also allowed, I guess... Though I do warn you, I don't have much experience in writing it)

Until then, all suggestions are welcome!