Hello, readers! Chapter 13 is up! This little incident is purely for getting Hashirama and Madara closer, so for those of you who want to watch Madara shop will have to wait until next week, which is about one day away anyway. The description of the house and other stuff may have gone over the top because hell I love details, so please read it and tell me if it's a little too much. As usual, enjoy and review!

Soon it was all arranged, and Hashirama found himself sitting beside Madara as her chauffeur drove back towards the Uchiha mansion. Madara had fallen asleep on his shoulder a minute ago. Not that he minded though.

"Miss? The house is near." The chauffeur announced from his seat.

"Thanks, sir." Hashirama replied. "She's asleep."

"Oh. Very well then." The chauffeur turned a corner and parked the car directly before the doors. "I hope you enjoyed your ride."

"Of course I did." The Senju said, giving the chauffeur a warm smile. "Thanks again."

"Thank you for your appreciation." Hashirama really wanted to get Madara to her bedroom as fast as possible, but Madara didn't seem to be waking anytime soon. He didn't want to wake her either, because sick people needed rest.

"Maybe the only way to get her to bed is probably carry her, ne? I hope she isn't heavy." Hashirama thought with a soft smile. Swiftly, he scooped her up and stepped out the car. He thanked every deity he knew for not giving Madara a chubbier body. Then he remembered the doors were locked. How was he supposed to get into the house? Carefully, he tried to rummage Madara's schoolbag, searching for the keys. He nearly dropped her in the process, but he managed to fish them out. He pushed the key into the keyhole, and leaned on the door, opening it.

"Oh wow!" He exclaimed, staring at the vintage décor. The marble stairs had a dark red rug on them, a chandelier above him had the most elaborate crystal embellishments he had ever seen, the walls were covered with gothic Victorian wallpaper, and there was even a painting of an ancestor at the top of the stairs, where two staircases led to separate branches of the house. "The Uchihas must adore classic stuff! Just look at that wallpaper design! It would look obsolete in any modern house but here everything seems to be designed to match it." Madara whimpered softly in her sleep, reminding Hashirama she was still there. "And this Uchiha needs sleep. Now, which staircase leads to her bedroom?" He thought as he mounted the stairs, looking around, but the uncertainty immediately disappeared the minute he got to the diverging platform.

"Oh." Hashirama stared at the rose-embedded nameplate with the both Uchiha daughters' name on it hanging on the wall of the left staircase. "That settles it." He turned to the left and found himself in a long corridor. With a whole hell of doors leading every which where.

"What the…? Now where is her room?"

After opening about a dozen doors in a row, Hashirama finally found the right door that led to a neat, ornate room that he was sure was Madara's. Miraculously, he didn't drop Madara and she was still asleep, nuzzling into his chest. Slowly, he lowered Madara onto the bed with soft blue bedspreads. She turned a few times subconsciously, and snuggled into the pillow. After making sure Madara was comfortable, he started to survey the room. The décor wasn't like all the classic Victorian stuff outside, being instead quite modern and relaxing. The symbol of the Uchiha clan: the Uchiha crest, was everywhere: On the table, on the corner of the curtains, on some of Madara's jackets that were folded neatly on her chair… there was even a jewel-studded one that was as big as a clock on the wall as an ornament. He touched the rubies and quartz that formed the crest, feeling the coldness of the gemstones. Somehow, the whole piece felt heavy, like the oppressive weight of clan responsibility that Madara, being the eldest child, must bear. Turning away from the beautiful yet melancholic artwork, Hahirama turned his eyes onto Madara's desk. A few novels were neatly stacked at the upper left corner, and a decorative stationary case was placed at the upper right corner. A vintage jewelry case sat in the middle as the centerpiece. Normally, Hashirama wasn't interested in women's jewelry cases, but the fact that this particular one was his crush's made quite a difference.

"Did I just think of her as my crush?" He thought with a blush as he lifted the delicate lid. "Wow, my feelings haven't changed in years!" He peered inside the box, seeing everything from elegant earrings, bracelets, and necklaces (heck, there was even one with a diamond encrusted Uchiha crest as the pendant and a matching brooch!), but what caught his attention was a dark red floral hairpin and the matching earrings. They were placed on a small black lace covered cushion.

"She still kept it? After so many years?!" Hashirama was touched. He never thought Madara would even care about his gift after he left her. A soft moan sounded behind her, making him turn around. Madara's obsidian eyes were open, and she was clearly confused.

"Why am I here instead of in the car?" She croaked. "I didn't sleep-walk all the way here, did I?"

"Of course you didn't. I carried you here." Hashirama replied, quickly walking to the bed. He gently propped Madara into a sitting position onto the pillow. Madara looked at him gratefully. "You want some water?"

"Yes, thank you, but do you know where the kitchen is?"

"Uh…no?"

"First floor, turn left in front of the front door, and there it is, beyond the library." Madara instructed. "Got it?"

"Yep, I think so." Hashirama walked out the door, trying to remember which door he just came out off. He really didn't want the door fiasco to happen again. Following Madara's directions, he walked down the stairs, turned left in front of the door he came in from, and found himself standing in the Uchiha library. There were books everywhere, filling shelves on the first and second floors. A small flight of stairs led to the second floor. The décor was also Victorian, and the lighting wasn't bright (probably because no one was in the house and Hashirama had no idea where the light switch was), so the whole library had an eerie, mysterious atmosphere, much like the libraries found in novels, where mysterious old men with stunning wisdom sat reading with their spectacles.

"That's why Madara's so smart…" Hashirama thought. "This library MAKES you want to stay here and study till dawn!" Before he lost himself in this magnificent library, he headed towards the kitchen, in search of a jug and a glass. What he didn't expect was a fox leaping out from a corner of the room and baring his fangs.