This chapter is very short, and for that, I apologize. The original was short as well, so I couldn't do much about it. But it is worth the read just for the laugh it might bring. So behold the "kitchen scene".

Chapter 4

When the sun's rays started hitting his sore face, Madara started to rise out of his bed. He blanket fell from his shoulders. Had it just been a dream then? As he rose to his feet, his sore ribs told him that it had not been a nightmare. He walked over to the mirror in the corner of his room and pulled up his shirt, inspecting the bruise. It covered the entire left side of his rib and a bruise the shape of a boot was across his chest. A thin trail of blood had drizzled down from his split lip and his right cheek had a dark blue hand print across it.

Madara touched his reflection in the mirror before dropping his shirt back into place. A knock sounded at the door before Hashirama walked inside. "What are doing?" Madara muttered, not turning around to look at him.

"I came to help you out. Allow me to heal at least some of your injuries," Hashirama said. He walked over to Madara in long, slow strides.

"Leave, Senju. I do not need your help," Madara hissed. His entire body tensed up and waited to be back handed.

"Are you sure? You seem to be in pain. It won't take long," Hashirama tried. He watched Madara stiffly shake his head. "I'm not going to hit you."

Madara didn't move. He looked at Hashirama's reflection in the mirror, searching for signs that he was about to strike. "Why not? It would surely impress your father, wouldn't it?" Madara said bitterly.

"I'm not out to impress my father. May I heal you now?" Hashirama asked. When Madara didn't reply, he figured that was the best response he would probably get. He stepped up to him and placed his hand on top of his cheek as it glowed with a green aura. The bruise immediately started to heal. He moved to his lip and Madara slowly started to loosen up. "I would like to look at your ribs. Could you take your top off?"

Madara moved a hand to the sash holding his top together and unbuttoned it, letting it slip down his shoulders and onto the floor. He turned around to face the Senju directly. Hashirama placed his hands on the bruise and started healing the huge bruise. "This is going to take a few days to heal even with medical jutsu. You will be sore," he said, removing his hands.

"I figured that I would be," Madara muttered. He bent over and picked up his discarded top and slipped his arms into it. He wrapped the sash loosely around his waist. He side stepped around Hashirama and left his room.

Madara walked into the kitchen and recalled the steps to make tea. His mother always did something special to her's, but he couldn't recall what she did. He never really paid attention when she cooked. It was Izuna who always watched her cook, and he was in turn the better cook between the two of them.

He stood on his tip toes and started digging in the top cabinet. He had no idea why the cabinets were so high in this house. He knew that he was somewhat shorter than his father. He took a lot after his mother. He was almost identical to her, in fact. He had her unruly hair, moderate stature, and their heights were the exact same. The only thing he took from his father was his face shape. Other than that, though, he looked nothing like him other than the usual Uchiha characteristics.

Madara stopped messing in the cabinets long enough to start boiling water. He grumbled as he started to climb on top of the counters in order to reach the jar of tea leaves. He jumped down from the top of the counter and in doing so, knocking the boiling water. It splashed on his hand, causing him to curse and drop the jar of tea leaves. The glass shattered.

At the sound of the glass, Hashirama peeked inside the kitchen curiously. He stifled an amused laugh at how clumsy Madara was and walked over to him. "Allow me to help you, Madara."

Madara turned his head around, startled. He hadn't noticed the Senju approaching behind him. "I have it under control," he muttered.

Hashirama raised an eyebrow before shaking his head. "You need to get your hand under water to prevent the burn from progressing," he said. He pulled Madara to his feet and lifted him up, setting him on the counter next to the sink.

"I'm not a doll that you can just move around, Senju!" Madara said. His face turned red in embarrassment. It hurt his ego to be seen looking like an idiot.

"Of course you're not. Dolls don't complain so much," Hashirama teased. He turned the facet and waited for the water temperature to turn neutral before guiding the Uchiha's hand under the slow stream of water.

Hashirama turned to the broken jar and scattered leaves. He picked up the leaves one by one and put them into an empty cup before sweeping the glass up. "I'll make your tea for you, so just wait and let the water do it's job."

Madara grumbled under his breath about how he could do it himself but didn't say no. He watched the Senju pour the water into a cup and add the leaves. "You can turn the water off now," Hashirama said, not looking towards him. He turned his body and turned the water off before sliding off the counter top.

Hashirama slid the glass over to him and turned the stove off. "Be careful. It's hot, ya know." Madara turned red in the face before taking a sip.

"There are many utensils in the kitchen. I would be weary if I were you, Hashirama Senju," Madara said.