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"Fool For You"
Chapter 5: Want
He didn't mean to find it lying there out in the open. It wasn't like he was looking for it. But when Izuna found a sketch of a shirtless Hashirama halfway tucked under Madara's pillow he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Izuna, what are you-"
Madara stood frozen in the doorway the second he noticed his brother holding the drawing.
"This is so cute, Mada! You like Hashirama, I know you do."
"No, I don't."
The elder brother stormed into his room and snatched away the drawing.
"What?" he added as he saw a frown on Izuna's face.
"You were up all night again weren't you?"
Madara sighed, his faint blush fading away and inviting attention to the bags under his eyes.
"Maybe I was. It's none of your business anyway."
"Nii-san, is it really worth it? Do you have to drive yourself crazy?"
Madara pouted and plopped himself on his bed next to his concerned otouto.
"I have no choice Izuna. If I want to do well-"
"I understand you want to do well but staying up for forty-eight hours on end twice a week just to pull straight A's is not good for you."
Madara wanted to retort, but knew damn well that he would be met with ill response. He knew what he was doing wasn't good, and potentially dangerous, but he didn't plan on stopping soon.
"I think you should chillax on the studying for now and find something else to do. Maybe you should ask Hashirama on a date!"
The elder sighed but perked up at the thought of spending time with the damned Senju.
"I'll try, Izuna. It's all I can do for now." He wanted to punch himself for outright lying to his brother. But there are some things he could control, and some he just couldn't...
Izuna smiled weakly and cuddled up to his conflicted older brother. "It's all I can expect from you. Now get your shit together, we have a game to go to!"
"Hashirama!"
The Senju turned from his painfully awkward conversation with Mito to see Madara walking towards him decked out in his marching band uniform.
"I'm assuming the game is over?"
Madara smiled, unaware of the hidden meaning Hashirama slid into the question, and twiddled his piccolo between his fingers.
"Yeah, Tobirama nailed the winning touchdown again, and we pulled off a decent halftime show. So all in all, it was a good game."
Hashirama couldn't stop staring at the smiling Uchiha before him. He was so perky and talkative and the Senju felt stupid happy in his prescence.
"That's great," Mito added, trying to show the two she was still here.
"Yeah, sure is." Hashirama continued to gawk at Madara who only smiled and played nervously with his messy black spikes.
"Well I'll see you later, Hashi." Mito wrapped her arms tightly around her friend, enjoying the feel of Hashirama against her.
"Yeah Mito, I'll see you Monday."
She smiled and waved politely to Madara before turning around and letting a few tears spill down her cheeks.
'Will he ever notice me?'
"Well you sure are perky."
Once Mito was out of sight, Hashirama changed his tone towards Madara, sliding a dash of sexy into his voice. It was stupid, and he knew it, but there could be no such thing as subtlety around Madara.
"Yeah, just post-game adrenaline I guess."
Hashirama smiled, but noted how odd Madara was acting. Yes he loved the football games very much, that much was obvious. But Madara seemed more than just excited, more like anxious.
"So, did you finish that drawing?"
The Uchiha uncharacteristicaly gasped loudly and clapped his hand over his mouth.
"I did, I did! I'm just an idiot and I left it under my pillow."
Hashirama blushed.
'Under his pillow...'
"Yo, Mada!"
The two were saved from an awkward moment when Izuna showed up toteing Tobirama on his arm.
"Zuuuu! And Tobirama. What are you two doing?" Madara stared at them holding hands and just being obnoxiously cute. Did he really want that with Hashirama?
"We were just gonna hang out for a while longer, and then walk home. Could you let Dad know I'll be home soon?"
Madara nodded and pulled his baby brother into a small hug. "Be careful with this one," he whispered, "these Senjus are crafty lil fuckers."
Izuna giggled and winked before taking Tobirama by the hand and walking off in the opposite direction.
"Why do you suppose they're going in the woods?" Madara, though intelligent he was, was never really tuned in to the private affairs of the students. Therefore the various high school clichés were not in his vocabulary.
Hashirama chuckled at his question. "You really don't know what people do back there?"
Madara pouted, not amused by the Senju's sarcasm. "No I don't. Is that where the popular kids go to party? Please tell me they aren't going to do drugs."
Hashirama laughed rather loud at that response, but calmed down immediately at Madara's worried features. He took a step forward and brushed a little piece of hair out of the teen's face.
"Would you like me to show you?"
Madara stood frozen, though the spot that Hashirama had touched was burning hotter than a bunsen burner.
"I uhmm, uhhh..."
Madara was slowly beginning to panic. Whatever the Senju meant, it couldn't be good could it? Then why did he want it so badly? Something in his gut told him 'Noooo don't do it', but his rapidly racing heart was bringing him closer and closer to Hashirama, eyes closing and lips barely brushing until-
"I have to go now."
Hashirama felt the words ghosted on his lips before Madara pulled away, taking his warmth with him, and leaving Hashirama the frozen one.
"Ohhh Tobi..."
Izuna let the faintest moans and gasps escape his lips as Tobirama sucked lightly at his neck. Their "relationship", which wasn't official because Tobirama wanted to keep everything on the downlow, had progressed so fast. Izuna was worried that they wouldn't last and that this would only be another "thing" to add to his list. He'd had relationships with other boys before, but something was different about Tobirama. Still, that didn't mean he couldn't be wary.
"Zu, you okay?"
The Uchiha hadn't even noticed when the other stopped kissing him. He was too wrapped up in thought.
"Yeah, I was just thinking that it was a nice night. Not too hot and not too cold. Just right."
Tobirama lightly pet the boy's cheek as he undid his loose ponytail, a devilish grin complementing his ruby eyes.
"Well then, Goldilocks, come to papa bear."
Izuna's giggles were silenced with a deep, heated kiss. The two continued to knead lips and caress each other through the fabric of their clothing only to pause for quick breaths.
"What was that?" Izuna whispered after he heard the ruffling of leaves.
"It was probably just a squirrel or something."
Tobirama gently slipped his tongue into Izuna's mouth as he brought the two down on the cold earth of the forest. His heart was racing at the speed of light- no forget it, his heart was a tachyon- as he nervously slid his hand by the elastic band of Izuna's sweatpants. The boy on top of him let out a girlish moan.
"I heard it." Tobirama sat up, disrupting their moment and upsetting the Uchiha on top of him. "I think someone's watching us."
"Then we should leave." Izuna pouted, upset yet almost grateful they had to stop. Making out was great, but it seemed like they were about to go beyond that. He didn't know if they were ready for that.
He didn't know if he was ready for that.
"Good morning, Tobirama."
Hashirama greeted his brother with an all-knowing smile.
"Tch, don't look at me like that."
Tobirama grumpily ruffled his puffy white bed head and poured himself a bowl of corn flakes.
"You know with that attitude you might be a better match for Madara."
"Hmph. Maybe. But don't think that means you can have Izuna."
His thin lips settled into a smirk and he sat across from Hashirama, who was working hard on a crossword puzzle at the kitchen table.
"Not to be nozy or anything, but what were you two doing after the football game? Madara got worried when he saw you head towards the woods."
The younger nearly choked on his cereal at the thought of explaining something like that to his brother.
"We were just, you know, hanging out."
"Yeah, but don't you think Izuna's a little young to be having sex?"
This time Tobirama did choke on the little flakes.
"We are not... we didn't do that." He cleared his throat with a swig of orange juice. "But to be honest, we almost did. Well, we almost did something until we heard someone rustling the leaves."
Hashirama sipped his coffee, as his brother continued.
"But I dunno, I think it was for the better. Izuna seemed to be kinda distracted. And I..."
He pushed the cereal around in his bowl, keeping his head down.
"I don't get it Hashi. I never wanted to like boys. Why did this happen to me?"
Hashirama looked up from the crossword puzzle to see a single tear fall from his brother's face. It wasn't like Tobirama to show much emotion, let alone actually cry in front of someone.
"Tobi..."
Hashirama walked over to the other side of the table and wrapped an arm around his brother.
"What am I gonna do, Hashirama? What if everyone at school finds out? What if I lose my friends? What if Dad finds out? He'd kill me for sure."
The younger sobbed mercilessly into his hands while his brother gently rubbed his back.
"Tobi I know this may suck now, but no matter cliché it sounds it will get better."
"How can I believe that? I'm sure you heard about the kid in Suna who got killed by his teammates."
"Tobi that was a tragedy that would never happen here in Konoha. We have laws against that stuff."
"Yeah and we also have laws against gay marriage."
Hashirama was silent. For once, he could not prove his brother wrong. The fact of the matter is that no longer how many open minded people there are, there is always almost the same amount of people on the opposing side. In this way, Democracy was almost impossible.
"Well, you know how those rap songs go. Fuck da police! Actin' like dey know me! Yeah, something like that."
Hashirama sighed and was dissapointed until he heard laughter erupt from his younger brother.
"Wait, did I actually make you feel better?"
Tobirama wiped the last of the tears off his face before he smiled softly.
"I guess so."
Hashirama grinned and ruffled his brother's spikey hair.
"Well I'm glad. I think the best thing you can do right now is just give it some time. You don't need a label right now. And this is gonna be a little rough, but try to talk to Izuna. He's been through this already. Not to mention he's your sweet little boyfriend who would do anything for you."
"Sweet litlle boyfriend huh?" Memories of his relationship with Izuna began to flash through his head, from cuddling on the couch to kissing under the stars. Though he was afraid of giving it a label, he was willing to admit that they were indeed more than friends. "I guess he is."
Tobirama went into the living room and returned with the telephone.
"Oh, and Hashi? Please never 'fuck da police' ever again."
Thank you guys for being super patient in waiting for this update. Seriously may Kishi bless your souls.
And mine. Because I'm going to hell for writing this chapter.
Correction, I'm going to hell for writing this chapter instead of writing up my lab report.
Anyways, I was gonna give you this chapter in it's rough form. Meaning that there wasn't any official line breaks or italics or bold print. Because I typed this on my phone. Yes, I actually did that. But then I went on the computer and took time out of my homework to fix it up. Because that's how much I care.
Name Goes Here: I do love cheesy romance. Which is weird, because I'm not the type to be romanced. And basically, if you couldn't tell by this, Tobi and Izu's relationship will get complicated. And so will Hashi and Mada's. And I'm thinking of making Mito a part of it.
Guest #2: Yeah, Tobirama crying is just heartbreaking to imagine. I imagine him to be like me and hold everything inside for as long as possible until he can break down in complete silence so no one can know. Hashirama is just kinda an airhead right now, he's so used to getting what he wants that it confuses him to actually be challenged by Madara. That's probably why he wants him so bad.
Nishiri: Yes, the smut cometh. I gave everyone just a little taste in this chapter. I wonder which couple will be the first to make a move... heeheehee. And in regards to Hashi being Rose, I see similarities between the two. Rose was brought up with her rich ass snobby ass family who thought they were better than everyone, kinda like the way Butsuma raised him and the other Senju nigglets. Though, just like Rose, he could see past the bullshit and actually fall for someone despite not being in the same class, or in this case clan.
Shadows55: Yes, Madara is just a prickly lil cactus isn't he. I wanted the two couples to have different dynamics so everyone wouldn't get bored with the same old high school boringness.
MadaSasu: I believe you are a new reviewer, so welcome! I hope this chapter was long enough to satisfy you and everyone else.
I hope to be able to update in a week or so. So until then, or maybe later, goodbye and thank you for reading and reviewing! [: