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"Fool For You"
6. Need
"Why does it cost more this time?"
"Operating my sevices is very risky and expensive. I'm sure you understand."
"Tch. Whatever. As long as it does the job."
"Of course. I'll have it for you later."
"Hey, Mada!"
Madara quickly bypassed the roadblock more commonly known as Hashirama and fast walked his way into the arts building, accidently bumping Izuna in the process.
"Geez! Why are you in such a rush?"
Madara made some sort of grimace as he dashed by.
"Izuna..."
A less-familiar though still welcoming Senju beckoned him over.
"Izuna have you noticed anything weird about Madara lately?"
The younger giggled. "Madara has always been weird. I don't think there is a normal person in my family."
"No, I mean he seems to have been acting odd lately. One moment he's happy and almost kisses me. Then the next he acts like I don't exist and almost plows me down in the hall. I know I come off strong, but I can't be turning him off that badly, can I?"
Izuna put his finger to his nose and stared at the sky in thought. "I doubt it. Honestly you are the perfect compliment to my brother. He's stubborn, and you're relentless."
The two started walking together towards the main builing.
"Don't take Mada's grumpiness too personally. He was up all night styding for his music theory test. I keep telling him to stop staying up like that but he's like borderline addicted."
It seemed weird for someone to have such an addiction, but hell Hashirama was no psychotherapist.
"Well that's a shame. I'm just really worried about him."
Izuna smiled, his initial hypothesis confirmed; Hashirama seemed to genuinely care about Madara.
"I am too, but he won't listen to me. I think he needs some excitement or something. Like maybe we can get him a puppy, or take him on vacation. I've even thought about taking up an instrument just so he doesn't have to play alone when we're home."
The elder Senju stopped in his tracks, smile stretching across his face.
"Oh no. Another one of your ideas?"
Hashirama nodded, mind elsewhere cooking up a surprise for Madara.
"Hmph. Well I wish you luck. I gotta go. A 'talk' awaits."
Izuna nodded his head in the direction of the spot where Tobirama was waiting for him.
"Ohhh, good luck with that."
Hashirama smiled when his albino brother stepped in the car.
"Heard you and Izuna had a talk today. How'd it go?"
Tobirama avoided eye contact, but seemed willing to discuss.
"It was painful, and slightly awkward, but at least it was done."
The elder brother noticed the raw skin at the corners of Tobirama's eyes and the black smears of Izuna's makeup on his face and neck. The talk was probably more emotional than he let on, but at least he was back to his old tough guy self.
"So did you guys break up?" Hashirama asked tentatively.
"We were never together." Tobirama let out a long sigh before he continued. "We decided to tone it down rather than break it off. You know, keep kissing and things to a minimum and actually get to know each other."
"Cough cough Madara," he added, glaring at his brother with ruby red eyes.
Hashirama was almost speechless. "Well you know Tobi, I'm actually trying to get to know him."
After pulling into their driveway, Hashirama reached into the backseat and whipped out a grey plastic recoder.
The younger stepped out of the car laughing at the ludicrous gesture.
"Correction, you're trying to get in his pants."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
Madara frowned as Hashirama walked into the band room with his recoder in hand and a big smile on his face. He had been informed of a potential student seeking tutoring in recorder by the band director. Had he known it was going to be the Senju, he would've moved mountains to further the space in between them.
Because he was too afraid to move the mountains already in the path.
"Good evening, Madara sensei."
Hashirama, being the gentleman he was pulled out a chair for Madara who completely ignored him and sat in the one next to him.
"Don't call me that" he muttered, pulling a black recoder from his bag, "what're you even doing here?"
Hashirama smirked as he dangerously inched closer and closer to the teen's face, letting his lips gently brush Madara's like they did the other night.
"I think we both know the answer to that question."
He pulled away very slowly and sat beside Madara, who was only partially succeeding in hiding his flustered expression. "Now teach me, sensei."
But how could he go on like nothing happened? Why was the Senju torturing him like this?
"Hmm. You play rough."
Rather than retaliate and take the plunge, which was what the Senju wanted, Madara calmed down. He handed Hashirama a thin book with some childish multicolored dragons on it titled Songs For Kids.
"This is going to be your guide. It pretty much has everything you need to teach yourself, though I will do my best to assist you. It will explain how to read music, and will also cover basic fingering and tonguing techniques."
Now Hashirama wasn't a complete pervert, but couldn't help but laugh at that. "Fingering and tonguing huh?" He grinned wildy at the Uchiha. "Damn, Madara I thought you and I were playing hard to get."
Madara did not want to find humor in the situation but smiled nontheless. It was rather sexual sounding after all.
"The only thing you should be playing hard is the recorder."
After an hour of explaining how to read treble clef and drilling the concept of fingering, Hashirama was able to master "Mary Had A Little Lamb".
"Madara you are so fabulous. Thank you."
He reached out his arms and pulled Madara into a hug. The smaller male resisted at first but easily melted into the embrace. Hashirama was like a teddy bear, so soft and warm and comfortable...
"You're welcome."
He broke from the embrace and looked into the eyes he was once so afraid of meeting with.
"Hey, Uchiha. You ready for this? I have places to be."
The two turned to see Damasu Sarutobi impatiently leaning in the doorway.
"Yeah yeah, don't get your panties in a bunch."
Madara took out his wallet and walked over to the Sarutobi while they did some sort of... exchange? Hashirama was confused and slightly irked that his time with Madara was getting interrupted, especially because Madara seemed to have expected it.
"Madara-" Hashirama began when the Uchiha came back and violently shoved his wallet into his backpack.
"-It's none of your business Hashi." His initial frown turned into a scowl when the Senju smirked.
"Hashi? I didn't expect you to like petnames, Mada."
Madara rolled his eyes and glanced down at the ground trying not to get the other's hopes up.
"Tch, you are so infuriating." Though he tried to be menacing, it didn't work and he let a smile slip. Hashirama just smiled back.
"I'm going to get to you soon, Madara. Just you wait."
It's done! It's finally done. I wrote it on my phone so it's really rough and sloppy but much apologies. I just really wanted to get it up.
I won't be responding to reviews for this chapter (again I am so sorry) but next chapter I will definitely try to do so.
So sorry for the wait, my life is a mess and I'm trying to fix it so my attention to things has been wavering
It's short but I hope you enjoy. The plot is thickening now and there is much drama to unfold