Happy belated New Year! I hope you all had a lovely time with friends, not like me, who had to study like mad. I haven't been seeing any reviews lately. Is it because the story is deteriorating or what? If not, please review! If yes, tell me where it's going off the track. Constructive criticism is welcome!

The first thing Hashirama did when the bell rang was grab Madara's schoolbag and dash out of the classroom.

"Come! I'll show you where we have our club!" He yelled as he sped down the corridor. Madara gritted her teeth and tried her best to catch up, taking long strides past students with peculiar expressions on their face as they watched their Kaichou run with his own bag slung over his shoulder and another person's bag (that had a black cat key ring attached, which obviously belonged to a girl) dangling in his hand.

"Moron! Would you just stop and let me inform Izuna about my participating the taijutsu club?!" Madara shouted when she realized she was in front of Izuna's classroom. Miraculously, Hashirama stopped and waited for her as she walked into the classroom. Immediately, she felt every pair of eyes train themselves on her.

"Izuna!"

"Yes, neesan?" Her dear little sister replied from beside Tobirama Senju, Hashirama's way more reserved brother. Madara decided that they probably inherited their characteristics from their parents separately, with the elder taking after one and the younger taking after the other.

"I will be participating in the taijutsu club today. Do you have a club?"

"Oh yes, neesan. I've signed up for kenjutsu. The instructor is Hayate Gekkou, and he let me join."

"Okay. Bye!" Madara was already out the door when she said this, so she highly doubted Izuna heard her, but she just didn't want to lose the stupid Senju because her damn schoolbag was still at his mercy, so there was no choice. The second she was out the door, Tobirama turned towards Izuna and gave her a full look from head to toe.

"I've noticed it before, but now it's obvious."

"What is?" Izuna asked nervously.

"You guys are nothing alike." Tobirama said with a poker face. Izuna's nerves immediately relaxed, and she pouted at him with mock anger.

"That's all you were going to say?" Somehow, seeing Izuna's lips curled into a cute pout, Tobirama's mind tangled up at an alarming speed.

"Uh, yeah."

"Hn." Izuna huffed, picking up her things. "Come on, I want to go to the club room."

Tobirama internally sighed in relief, but his inner voice added a line that made his face flame up.

"But you're prettier."

Hashirama rounded a few corners before finally stopping in front of a classroom filled with his fellow taijutsu club members. Madara was a few steps behind him, panting slightly from the sudden dash. He had been a bit too excited and had forgotten that few people in his class matched his speed when he dashed at his fastest, which resulted in Madara trailing behind him with a tired and annoyed face.

"Are we there yet, moron?"

"Yep, here's your bag."

"Next time, try telling me you're going to run and not stealing my schoolbag and bolt." Madara grumbled, slinging the bag onto her shoulder. Hashirama silently chuckled. His childhood friend had a feminine appearance, but in everything else, she was more like a boy.

"I'm sure the rest of the club would like to meet you." He said as he carelessly put his palm on the small of her back, about to guide her in. Mistake. With his hand there, he could feel her waist, slim yet soft, and he could hear Madara's breath hitch. They stood like that for a few seconds longer, neither trying to move way, until Hashirama pushed her gently towards the door. He opened the door, smiling at each member in turn.

"Hi, everyone!"

"Hello, Kaichou." They greeted uniformly. Swiftly, he pushed Madara to the front of the room. "This is Madara Uchiha, our newest member."

"Hi there, I'm Ryoshi."

"I'm Kanna."

"Inaki."

"Yuriko."

"Renji, hello again."

"Kota." The members greeted her in turn. Madara seemed a bit overwhelmed, but she just nodded at everyone.

"Kaichou, when are you going to fight her?" Kanna asked suddenly. Madara immediately turned towards her with a puzzled look.

"Fight?"

"As a tradition of the taijutsu club, Kaichou will first fight every new member in order to determine his or her level."

"Very well then." Hashirama cut in. "Give Madara a set of dojou clothes. Obviously, she can't fight in that skirt." Immediately, a set was delivered. Madara took them and went into the dressing room with Kanna, who was already trying to make conversation. The boys were all staring at her long legs, and Hashirama could almost see them drool. That made him a bit irritated, for some reason. A few moments later, Madara came out in her battle attire.

"Are you going to change clothes?"

"Yes, of course. Uniforms aren't good for moving, especially intense fights." Hashirama said as he walked towards the dressing rooms. He quickly changed and walked out. Madara was already standing in a fighting stance.

"Come at me, then, Madara." That was the last thing he spoke before Madara charged at him and started the fight.

The fight lasted quite long, with quite a lot of punches, kicks, and grabs. Madara was quite skilled, and tried to twist or snap his limbs with every opening. Now, she was trying to kick him in the stomach with a leap. Hashirama blocked that easily, and aimed a punch at her shoulder. Madara ducked quickly, and grabbed at his wrist in reprisal. Hashirama knew she could easily twist him into submission, so he grabbed at hers as well. Madara let out at a frustrated growl, snapping backwards. Hashirama decided that ending the fight would be easier. With the strength he had as a quite strongly built male, he barreled into her, tripping her with his right leg. Madara gasped in surprise as she fell backwards onto the floor. Hashirama went down with her, pinning her onto the floor by pressing on her wrists.

"Okay, I win. You're skilled, exceptionally skilled."

"You're exceptional as well… Senju. I've never met someone… who could defeat me before." Madara replied between pants, and Hahirama grinned. Finally, he found something he was better at than the Uchiha. Due to his exciting discovery, he didn't realize he was still on the floor, his body resting on Madara's body, limbs tangled like lovers, both panting like they just did something inappropriate.

"Um…Kaichou?" Yuriko asked quietly, blood red in the face. "When are you going to get up from Uchiha san's body?" Madara, who finally realized she was being near straddled, immediately shrieked in embarrassment.

"Get off me, you pervert!" She yelled, blushing and coming to life as she struggled against the hands that pressed on her wrists. Hashirama's eyes widened, and he sputtered apologies as he yanked back his own hands. The rest of the members looked on in awkward silence.

"Aha ha… Let's start the club now, shall we?" Hashirama laughed uncomfortably at his fellow friends. They just looked on, with huge sweatdrops on their heads. It was fortunate that the instructor wasn't here.