I'm happy to see I got three more reviews, so I'll keep posting stuff. Thanks, Nerrissa, for the nice, long review you gave me. This chapter will be the reward then. Timeskip to a few years later!

(Timeskip)

Hashirama yawned as the first day of the second year of high school started. He had spent his first year here in Konoha High School, so he was sure this year would be completely the same. The same old classmates, same old teachers, and same old rooms. His friends were all chatting happily, and the girls were gossiping. Typical day.

"Class, a new student will be here today." The teacher announced. Hashirama mused quietly about who it might be. Could it be the buff guy who took his pretty (?) little brother (or was it sister?) to Tobirama's class? Well, he didn't look like a student, so probably not. Or the brunette with the ponytail who took his (also great-looking) brother to class? Seeing those two boys made him think of Madara, who he couldn't even see for the last time before parting. He had really liked her, but he probably would never ever see her again, except for business meeting when he grew up, perhaps. Then they would be enemies, not friends.

"You can come in now, dear. Introduce yourself to the class." The whole class fell silent as a girl with long, slightly spiky black hair fixed into a ponytail walked into the room. Her figure was really nice, with long legs (cruelly covered in long black stockings that went way above the knees) and a nice, slim waist, Hashirama concluded, and he could literally see the boys' bored expressions turn into horny ones. The girl stopped in the middle of the podium and turned to face the class. Hashirama let out a surprised yell, startling the people near him.

"Hajimemashite, my name is Madara Uchiha." The familiar voice spoke. There was the sound of a chair dragging across the floor as Hashirama stood up from his seat.

The new student took one look at him and widened her eyes.

"Hashirama kun, please sit down." The teacher reprimanded, glaring at him. Reluctantly, he sat back down again, but his eyes remained locked with hers. "Okay, since Hashirama kun seems so enthusiastic, sit beside him please."

Madara had felt pretty apprehensive today, but she really didn't know why she felt that way until she came to class. She had just finished reciting her name when a boy yelled, stood up, stared at her with surprise radiating from his eyes, and when the teacher said his name, she nearly screamed out loud.

Hashirama

The boy she had played with all those years ago, although he was now completely unrecognizable with his long hair and the way more masculine (quite hot, actually) face. If she had many friends, she would've forgotten him, but she had no friends after him. Furthermore, the teacher told her to sit beside him. Talk about awkwardness to the extreme, yet she had no choice but walk to her future seat. Hashirama stared at her as she sat down, but really, she didn't even want to look at him.

"He was the one who left me, so he is probably not really happy to see me again." Madara thought grumpily as she stared at the surrounding students around her, who all stared back in curiosity. She had been angry when her father commanded her to go to school after near ten years of home schooling, partly because she was never a social person, and partly because of being unable to fit in to a group because she simply lacked the skill.

"Madara? Please look at me for a few seconds." Hashirama's voice sounded beside him. She reluctantly turned towards him, scowling. "I know you're probably angry because I ditched you all those years ago, but can you hear me out?" He begged softly.

"Speak then."

"I'm sorry, Madara, I really am. It's just that my dad found out that I escaped school to meet with you, the heiress of the Uchiha Corporation. By the way, my family name is Senju, so connect the dots."

"Your father didn't want his eldest son to play with his top rival's daughter, huh?"

"You're so much smarter than I was." Hashirama groaned dramatically. "I didn't get why I couldn't and my dad nearly killed me."

"I told you you were silly. Now I know you're naïve."

"Hey!" Madara smiled. It was just like the old times, when they would bicker on forever.

"At least you got a new haircut."

"Oh, this?" Hashirama ran a hand through his smooth long hair. "I vowed to myself that I would change my hairstyle after getting humiliated every time we met all those years ago."

"Hashirama and Madara! Stop talking during class!" The teacher barked.

"Sumimasendeshita, sensei."

I learned Japanese for ten years, so I included some Japanese phrases. Here are the explanations.

Hajimemashite – Nice to meet you

Sumimasendeshita – Sorry

Sensei – Teacher