Hello readers! Remember what the description box said about complicated matters? Well, this chapter is where the romance gets complicated! Enjoy and review!

(Timeskip to lunchtime)

Madara looked around the lunch hall as Hashirama took her to the lunch queue. They were having inari sushi, ramen, and udon noodles today.

"What are you going to choose, Madara?" Hashirama asked her, after telling the lunch lady to get udon noodles for him. Madara blanked out for a moment, remembering the childhood memory of Hashirama taking her sightseeing around the city she was born in yet knew nothing about. Those had been sweet times.

"Inari sushi. They're my favorite."

"Oh, right. How could I have forgotten that?" Hashirama chuckled sheepishly, giving her an apologetic look before turning to the lunch lady. Madara pretended to get angry and snapped playfully at him.

"How could you, Hashirama? How could you?" She asked, punching his arm. Hashirama laughed and apologized, earning both of them stares from around the cafeteria. Neji Hyuuga, Hinata's cousin, walked pass and gave them a comment.

"The first day she's here and you're already flirting with her, Kaichou?"

"Kaichou?" Madara asked, her eyes wide. She immediately stared at Hashirama with renewed interest.

"You didn't tell me you're the Student Kaichou, moron!"

"Ah haha, I didn't want to make it that much of a big deal." Hashirama said, rubbing his head awkwardly. Neji just looked on with his lavender eyes in slight amusement.

"Here are your orders." The lunch lady said, handing Hashirama both dishes.

"Arigatou." Hashirama replied, handing Madara the plate of nicely sculpted inari sushi. He led her to a seat filled with younger students and started introducing.

"Guys, this is Uchiha Madara. Madara, these are my brother and my friends."

"Yo, Madara san." A nonchalant voice sounded from the group of teenagers. Madara turned her head towards the source and greeted back.

"Sasuke. Good to see you." She said, just as nonchalantly. Sasuke had been an annoying little brother-like presence her whole life, being too blunt and cold for his own good. Madara liked his brother Itachi more. At least he was polite.

"Eh?! You knew Sasuke kun?" A pink haired girl with a banshee like voice screeched. Madara suppressed the urge to cover her ears.

"Um, Sakura, Madara is my sister." Izuna's voice sounded. Everyone stared at her, before turning their gazes onto Madara. Madara suddenly felt extremely self-conscious, even though she was an Uchiha and Uchihas generally care about what others are thinking. A boy with larger than average canines whistled loudly.

"Wow, Izuna! Hotness must run in the family!"

"Shut up, Kiba. That's rude." A dude with sunglasses and a high collared shirt said. His voice was so flat it sounded dead.

"Shino, don't you think they're both knockouts?"

"No, shut up."

"That's so troublesome." A boy with a pony tail and bored expression said, rolling his eyes. Madara decided that Izuna really didn't associate with the highly intellectual crowd after all.

"Onii sama, are you going to sit or not?" A white-haired male with burgundy eyes asked. Hashirama's eyes lit up at the voice.

"Tobi, you finally learned how to respect your elder brother!"

"Just sit down and eat, brother. I'm sure Madara san wants to sit down and enjoy her lunch." Tobirama replied in exasperation. Hashirama grinned sheepishly and pulled her into the place beside him onto the bench. Madara cringed at the contact and shot out of her seat.

"Don't touch me, moron!" Madara screamed. Hashirama stared up at her in confusion.

"But we used to do that all th…"

"No you may not touch me! Not anymore!" Madara shrieked, wiping her hands. Something sparkled on her moving hand, catching everyone's attention.

"Madara, what is that shiny thing on one of your fingers?"

"It's nothing!" Hashirama could have sworn he saw a ring being swept off and stuffed into a pocket. That made him a bit anxious, because he had seen the ring rest on Madara's ring finger. Could it possibly be an engagement ring? Nah. With Madara's age? Not likely. What he didn't see was Izuna's worried gaze from behind him.

"You nearly slipped the secret, neesan. It's a good thing our friends and your brother was too busy chatting to notice." Izuna said worriedly. Madara just casted her eyes to the floor, unwilling to meet her sister's eyes.

"It won't happen again, imouto. Stupid geezer, making me wear that fucking piece of crap metal every day, and stupid me for forgetting to take it off the first thing I get to school. As if I want to marry that stupid, snobbish bastard. It's a good thing I don't love anyone…"

"You can't defy Father's wishes, neesan. Neither of us could for more than ten years."

"That's why I hate him so fucking much!" Madara screamed. "First he tells me to inherit that company of his, then he tells me to marry this Takeshi Ooboro character who seems to see me as nothing but an ultimate prize from the boss of the Uchiha Corporation."

"Will I be used as an expansion tool for the company as well?" Izuna asked in a forlorn voice, watching her sister wring her hands in anger. Madara turned towards her and patted her head, giving her a sad smile.

"I'm sure I will be used first, imouto. Besides, he's not pressing your wedding. That Katsuki Mokuto won't be marrying you for quite a long time to come." Madara spoke softly. Izuna looked at her sister, wondering for the first time in her life whether her sister was breaking behind that unbreakable mask.