A/N:Update. I'm thinking of updating once a week, most likely, on Sundays. On other news, in this chapter I'm introducing two small OCs to explore Madara's teen urges and his family environment.

And, with no further delay (drums on the background) Chapter two!

Guests of Honor

Five years had passed since Madara had rejected his friendship with Hashirama.

Five years since they have spoken to each other as best friends. And, even though he knew he would never admit it to anyone, as it was already hard enough to admit it to himself, Madara missed the bound that they had.

Sighing, he got up from the table he had been at sitting on the whole day, planning against his former best friend. His father praised him, when it came to war strategies and ability to foreseen the enemies complications in the battlefield and plan accordingly. He, and the whole clan, already saw Madara has a war genius even though he was only seventeen. Not that that was undeserved.

So, as a strategy genius, Madara was always chosen to plan the upcoming battle. It was exhausting. Especially when it came to plan against the Senjus. Not that they presented an unbeatable threat, but because they had so much chakra and were so high in numbers. There was a dark joke running among the Uchiha clansmen that Senju women were like dogs and could keep having triplets every year.

To Madara's eyes, the only man he had to plan against was Hashirama. Possibly, and sometimes, Tobirama. His former best friend had improved a lot his fighting skills since the time they're young, and, at Madara's eyes, he had almost caught up to him. Ridiculous.

Stretching, Madara open the slide door of his room and breathed the fragrant brise from the dusk. It was going to be a typical chilly February night. Closing his eyes, Madara lean against the wooden post of his balcony, feeling mentally drain.

"Aniki! Aniki!" He reluctantly opens his eyes. His only remaining brother, Izuna was running towards him. Madara couldn't stop the smile that runs across his lips. His younger brother always had that effect on him. They always had been close, but after the death of all his three older brothers, Madara vowed to protect Izuna. He was his little Otouto and he loved him more than he loved himself.

"What is it Otouto?" Izuna stopped in front of Madara panting heavily "take it easy! Nothing is worth you dying of respiratory failure"

"But it is Aniki!" Izuna looked up to him, a big smile in his lips and eyes shining. "You know tomorrow is my 16th birthday…"

"Oh is it?! It's not like you have spent the whole week mentioning it…" Madara rolled his eyes dramatically at his brother. Izuna continued ignoring the comment.

"…and I just got the biggest surprise! Someone, very dear to us, is coming to my birthday!" Izuna said cheerfully. Madara felt curiosity stung his tired mind.

"Who is that someone "very dear to us"?" He couldn't remember anyone that would fit in that description. Izuna opened his mouth to answer, but closed it back up giving his brother a playful smile.

" You will see Nii-san. I think you are going to be happy"

"Madara-sama, Izuna-sama" a servant opened the door of Madara's room slightly, and peeked inside. Both boys were on the floor of the balcony playing shogi. With one smooth movement Madara took one of Izuna's pieces out, and then turned his attention to the man waiting in the door "the guest are here. Tajima-sama asked for your presence in the living room"

"They weren't supposed to arrive until tomorrow" Izuna jumped up not even realizing Madara had won the game "Come Aniki!"

Madara rolled his eyes, but again, he felt the curiosity sting starting to itch. Who were these people, whom they supposedly held dear, to make his brother go in such frenzy?

"Ah Madara, Izuna. We are already at the table drinking some tea" their father reached out to them "I was starting to wonder if you two were lost"

"Ahh leave the boys alone Tajima. Boys will be boys. You should have known that by now" a familiar rusty female voiced spoke, and their father complied easily.

"Madara, dear Kami, look at you! All grown up"

Madara felt his stomach being squished by the tiny old lady. He couldn't hold a smile. Daisuke Obasan didn't change at all. Her grey hair still tied up in a bun on the top of her head, her wrinkly experienced hands and face still as gentle as ever. So this was Izuna's big surprise. After their mother's death, soon after Izuna's birth, she took care of them even, even if she already took care of her own granddaughter. She was a very old renowned medical kunoichi, but had to leave with her granddaughter to the Land of Water to look for some healing jutsu, five years ago. She was the closest they had to a mother figure, and Izuna knew Madara would be very happy seeing her again, as he esteemed her as if she was their real grandmother.

"And look Izuna too! My, my, was I fifty year younger and I would be chasing you boys down the road. You two are gorgeous." she said smiling and patting Madara's leg, but he was looking at someone that had risen gracefully from the table.

"Madara-san, Izuna- kun" she said bowing down, and smiling at them.

"Naomi-chan! You came!" Izuna smiled content. Madara broke free from his paralyzed state of mind when he felt Izuna elbowing him. He should, probably, greet her despite his breath getting suddenly caught in his throat. Still trying to restart his brain, he smiled "Nice to see you, I'm happy that you came"

"And I'm very happy to be here. I have missed this" the young woman said, looking around.

"Now please, will everyone settle down so we can finish our tea?" Tajima said with irritation coloring his voice.

"Fine my dear, please" Daisuke Obasan called the servant "Bring two more cups for the boys"

They settled around the low table, and as soon as the servant brought the cups, Tajima start filling them up with sweet-scented green tea.

"So, boys, we were discussing some boring things, such as money and supplies. Unfortunately, it's a conversation we must have, but fear not. As soon as we are finish I want to hear everything you two have been up to these five years" Daisuke Obasan said similing, before sitting next to Tajima and Izuna.

Madara looked at his tea. He was not feeling very comfortable sitting in between his father and Naomi. She looked at him, winked and reached for her cup of tea. Madara felt his cheeks starting to warm up. What was wrong with him? They have known each other since they were babies, and now he couldn't even greet her properly, and was blushing because she, playfully, winked at him? He could just hope no one realized how uncomfortable he was feeling right know.

Unfortunately, his silent requests weren't answered. Izuna had perceived his brother discomfort and smiled mischievously at him. He knew his older brother would be affected by Naomi's presence; he always had been, no matter how many times he denied it, or how many she-is-like-a-sister-to-me excuses he used. Although, seeing his Aniki glare threateningly at him, he determined this wasn't the right time to tease him and decided to focus his attention on the guests.

"So, Naomi-chan, did you enjoy the Land of Water? Once, Aniki and I, found a ninja from there. Remember Aniki?" Izuna tried to relieve his brother's tension by including him in the conversation. She smiled softly and moved herself a little to face Izuna, getting closer to Madara in the process.

"Oh you did? They're not bad ninjas… But like the Land Of Water itself, I found them to be very cloudy and soggy" Madara never answered if he remembered the Land of Water's ninja, because he wasn't paying attention and hadn't heard the question. He had drifted somewhere with the pleasant smell of her orchid scented perfume and caught himself looking at her .The way she would so delicately reach for her cup, with her small, slender hands, and ever so lightly lay her redden lips in the edge was, if nothing else, mesmerizing .

" What do you think Madara-san?" she turned her attention to him. Pretending to be drinking his still too hot tea, was not a smart move, but his brain wasn't working in full capacity.

" About the ninjas of the Land Of Water? Silly suiton users are no match for us…" He said calmly, trying to ignore the pain in his newly burned tongue.

"Our opinion, exactly" she said smiling at him "Speaking of Suiton, I have heard a rumor about a certain Senju that can use the Mokuton…"

"Unfortunately those rumors are true" Madara felt his blood starting to boil with irritation. This was not his favorite subject.

"Do you know who he is?"

"His name is Hashirama. He's good, but still has problems regarding the control of the Mokuton" Madara was never beyond praise others abilities; but he could also see the others weakness and explore them, especially when it came to Hashirama's weaknesses.

"Oh" Naomi looked at him with a small, playful smile "good that, for us, wood is just charcoal"

Madara couldn't hold back a laugh. That was the best analysis, concerning Hashirama's Mokuton, he had ever heard. Naomi and Izuna were laughing as well, and he couldn't help but to notice, that Naomi's obi, holding her kimono wasn't tight enough, and so, the fabric was starting to loosen with the movement. This allowed him to see, above her shoulder, the soft, almond colored skin, of her neck and collar bone, and the gracious curves of her…

"Madara" his father voice brought him back to the living room, away from his perverted wanderings. He just hoped his father hadn't notice where his eyes were upon "Have you finished the preparations for our mission, next month?"

"Yes, Otousan. I finished it this afternoon." He felt relieve running through his veins. His father seemed proud.

"Good. You know, Daisuke-sama, Madara is probably my best war strategist. And got his sharing by the age of twelve" the old lady smiled and reached above the table to give him a little pat on the cheek "He'll most likely, succeed me in the leadership of the clan"

"I knew you were a rarity the moment you're born. I have never felt such powerful chakra coming from a new born, twice as strong as many adults. And your ability to perform a perfect Goukakyuu no Jutsu at the age of five, kind of confirmed it" A servant came in shyly, announcing the supper "Oh good. In this age, tea is not enough to keep me running"