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"Fool For You"
2. Game
"Izuna, do you really have to wear that?"
Madara lurked in the doorway arms folded with a frown on his face.
"Mada I have to, it's my uniform."
The elder Uchiha made his way over and plopped himself onto the bed, staring at his baby brother's flaming tracksuit while chuckling.
"I meant the bow."
Izuna turned to face the mirror and adjusted the silver sequin bow clipped into the base of his high ponytail.
"Well no I don't have to, but I like it." He gave his big bro a sweet smile and wiggled his hips a little. "I have to look cute tonight."
Madara facepalmed to hide the smile creeping on his lips. "Who do you have to look cute for?"
Izuna adjusted his bow one final time before a whiz of hairspray.
"I never said I wanted to look cute for someone. Maybe I just want to be cute in general."
"Izuna you're wearing makeup. Clearly you're trying to look nice for someone."
The feminine Uchiha scowled and poked his elder brother straight in the forehead. "You're just jealous that I get to wear this cool outift and cheer on cute boys while you annoy people with your dumb marching band stuff."
Madara had half a mind to punch Izuna in his pretty face for that remark, but decided to leave him unscathed. He was trying really hard to look good after all.
"Whatever. If you think those evil jocks are cute then go for it. I'll just stick to being a geek."
Madara got up and straightened Izuna's flamboyant bow before heading off to his bedroom to prepare for the night.
"Yo Hash, you ready yet?"
Tobirama sat atop the kitchen counter while his older brother packed his bag. Hashirama was in charge of photography for tonight's football game and carefully packed his brand new DSLR camera in his messenger bag.
"You know Tobi, you could be a little more patient. And by the way, what's with all the cologne? You're playing a football game, not going on a date."
The fair-skinned Senju blushed and hopped off the counter angrily. "Shut up" he mumbled, wondering to himself why he did put on so much cologne.
"Why you blushing? Oh I know, you have a crush on one of those cheeleader girls."
Hashirama smiled teasingly at his younger brother, struggling to get the flap of his bag over the bulky contents.
"Erm, sorta." What Hashirama said was half true, although Izuna was not particularly female. 'But I don't like him, he's just attractive.' The Senju spaced out in his thoughts, gently brushing the surface of questioning his sexuality. He'd never thought he'd be in such a position and wanted desperately to snap out of it.
"You ready to go now?" Hashirama finally laced up his converse, and slung his bag over his shoulder.
"Yeah" Tobirama grunted, grabbing his cleats.
"AAAAAAND TOUCHDOWN KONOHA!"
"We got you beat! Oh yeah, we got you beat!" The cheerleaders had begun their touchdown cheer, Izuna making sure to look extra sexy when Tobirama looked in his direction.
"Alrighty guys, put up 'The Final Countdown'. When the cheerleaders are done their bullshit we're gonna play. Then after the teams exchange handshakes and start to walk out I want the drumline to play the cadence. Pit, just sit there and look pretty."
Madara went from section to section of the marching band explaining the end of game procedure. It was his duty as assistant drum major after all.
"Well you sure know how boss people around."
Madara turned to see that damned Senju kid leaning against the metal rail of the stands with a playful smirk on his face. The stadium lighting cast an artificial glow on his tan skin. The Uchiha couldn't help but scowl at his attractiveness.
"I-I'm not bossing them around. It's my duty to give them instructions."
"You do it well. Maybe you could join Mito and be co-president of NKH next year."
Hashirama chuckled, the light shimmering in his gorgeous brown eyes.
"Tch. Why would I do that?"
Madara grew tired of the prodding Senju and made his way down to the piccolo section. He found "The Final Countdown" in his flip folder and pulled the dainty instrument to his lips, making sure to do his best to ignore Hashirama's presence. The Senju just smiled and pulled out his camera making sure to get plenty of candids of Madara in his adorable marching band uniform.
Tobirama sighed heavily as he removed the bulky pads that were straining his shoulders. It was a rough game, though he managed to pull off the victory touchdown.
"Yeah Tobi, good game brah."
Damasu and the rest of the pack had showered quickly (if you can call a quick rinse a shower) and were heading off to get pizza. He and the others had been pretty good since the assault on Izuna four days ago and had since then resorted to whispering amongst themselves, which was a whole lot better than openly assaulting someone to their face. Damasu gave Tobirama daps before grabbing his bag and leading the crew outwards. "You sure you don't wanna go?"
"No man, I'm too wiped."
Damasu and company just frowned and continued on their way out. Once they were gone Tobirama let out a huge sigh.
"Fuck my life..."
"What's wrong?"
Tobirama turned to see Izuna, who looked pretty as ever, walking out of the bathroom stall.
"Oh you heard that?"
The Senju smiled nervously and ran a hand through his snowy hair.
"Uhhh, yeah."
Izuna went over to the sink to wash his hands. As he stared at his reflection in the mirror, he noted to himself that he looked a little chubby. He subconsciously pouted at his reflection, his plush lower lip sticking out just enough to make Tobirama bite his own. He wanted to kiss those lips, bite them, and see what the Uchiha could do with them. He shook his head softly, trying desperately to force the impulses from his body, and instead decided to make basic conversation.
"So, I really like your bow."
The Senju took a couple of steps forward as Izuna dried his hands on a paper towel with a nervous smile on his face.
"Oh, thank you."
The Uchiha blushed and took a couple steps forward as well, leaving the two about an arms length apart.
Tobirama began panicking, although he didn't really understand why. Izuna was just a really pretty boy, right? It's not like he actually had feelings for the kid. He barely even knew him.
"It was a good game, yes?" Izuna tried his best to continue the conversation.
"Yeah, those Kumogakure kids are crazy jacked."
Izuna giggled softly and began stroking his long, dark hair, which he had removed from his ponytail. Tobirama wanted to go over and touch it and tell Izuna how pretty it was, how pretty he was.
But what came out instead was just a little more rational.
"You are... uhmm... errr... y-you wanna go out for ice-cream?"
A sweet smile crossed Izuna's lips.
"Yeah, that sounds good."
The dark deed you have requested has been fulfilled. Hahaha jk jk yo! I'm glad I finally finished this chapter. I woke up 4 hours before my class today to get this done. And now I'm tired as fuck, but ohh well. It's all thanks to your wonderful reviews that made me want to continue! :D
Invisiblepianist: Thank you for being the first reviewer! I really love Izuna being a cheerleader because it works out with Tobirama's athleticism. Yes, Madara is on the shorter side. I felt really bad while writing that part because I started to make him a lot like me. That's why he ended up a piccolo player. (I'm a percussionist, so if I get wind player stuff messed up please let me know!)
hanayu: I'm super glad you liked it! I won't be posting everday because busy college life blah blah blah, but be sure to check for an update at least once a week. [:
Reflected Deception: I really wanted a HS AU with them too! I sorta came up with a light background for this AU. I posted it on my tumblr and was met with a great response, so I decided to go through with it.
dudumanb: I'm so happy you liked it! Madara is shy, but more so stubborn. I like him that way though. I think he's just playing hard to get with Hashirama. (;
And just a few notes for those of you who don't know band terminology and/or band things:
1) The drumline cadence~ Basically the cadence is the little song that drumlines play when the band is marching on and off the field.
2) Madara's flip folder~ It's like a mini folder/binder that hold all of your stands tunes.
3) The pit looking "pretty"~ The "pit" or "front ensemble" is a collection of mallet percussionists and accessory percussionists. Because you can't bring marimbas and things into the stands, we just kinda sit there and look pretty.
4) Hashirama's amusement of Madara's uniform~ Marching Band and Drum Corps uniforms are pretty funny looking to those who aren't used to seeing them. They are made of thick fabric, have wide, broad shoulders and can be any color depending on the school/unit. When I was writing this, I was imagining my old High School uniform which was black and had a blue and red sequin sash that made us look wicked majestic.