Chapter 16 is up! I'm going on a vacation tomorrow so there might not be time to update this week, but please stay tuned! I love readers! Enjoy and review!

Hashirama hummed happily to himself as he supervised the dance room decoration. So far, the artistic students had hung various ornaments on the wall, installed several small Christmas trees, and made the reception table look as festive as a table could ever be.

"Kaichou, you look cheerful." A monotone voice sounded beside him. Hashirama turned around and came face to face with Sasuke Uchiha, the Uchiha in his brother's class.

"Of course I am." He replied cheerfully. Sasuke gave the famous Uchiha smirk. The smirk made Hashirama gasp, because it was identical to Madara's.

"Why, may I ask?"

"I…I like a girl and I want to take her to the dance, and maybe confess." Hashirama stuttered, embarrassed. Lying to an Uchiha was impossible, so he figured telling the truth was the only thing he could do. Sasuke cocked his head to one side, before he smirked again.

"It's my cousin, isn't it, Kaichou?" He teased coolly, like all Uchihas. Hashirama blushed brightly.

"Um, yes."

"It won't be easy." Sasuke stated as a-matter-of-factly. "My cousin has the most raging temper ever."

"I'll do my best, I promise." Hashirama said passionately as he walked away to supervise another part of the room. Sasuke stayed behind, shaking at his head at the Kaichou's amazing courage. Dating Uchihas was something that was next to impossible due to all the tradition and customs, but his cousin seemed to not care about any of that, so maybe Kaichou had a chance. Then he tensed.

"Wait a minute. Isn't my cousin engaged? Oh Kami, that's not good."

Tobirama stirred his noodles absent-mindedly, waiting for his brother to get home. He hoped his brother didn't decorate the room himself, because his brother's sense of style and beauty was awful. His current hairstyle wasn't his own choice, being instead Tobirama's choice being insistently forced onto him. (He had wanted to go for a nerdy hairstyle, earning himself an enraged "What are you thinking?!") Now, his brother was a sunny hottie every girl noticed. As if on cue, his brother burst through the door grinning.

"Hi, Tobi!"

"Onii-sama, your dinner is ready." Tobirama stated calmly, taking the udon noodles out of the water with a sieve. "Father and Mother aren't home yet."

"Oh, okay." His brother sat down with a stupid grin on his face. Tobirama waited. One…Two…Three…

"Hey, I'm going to take Madara to the dance. Do you think she'll agree?"

*Sigh*

"Onii-sama, you've been asking me that question ten days in a row." Tobirama rubbed his temples, annoyed. "I'm not her. I don't KNOW, okay?"

"Okay, okay. Sorry." Hashirama apologized sheepishly. "I'm just… Gah! I don't even think I deserve Madara!" He yelled.

"I'm sure the Student Kaichou deserves an Uchiha, even if she's a future heiress."

"But we're Senjus!" Hashirama cried despairingly. "Don't get me wrong, Tobi. I love being a Senju, but right now I just hate my family name."

"I get that feeling every time I'm around Izuna." Tobirama thought. Every damn time he was around the smaller Uchiha, his self-control sort of flew out the window and he could barely suppress the urge to touch her, but then the reality hit him. He was a Senju, a damn Senju destined to be the helper of his brother, the heir of the company.

"What about you and Izuna? You bringing her to the dance?"

"She will go herself. I can't bring her there." "Or something unfortunate will happen." Tobirama added silently. "I don't have confidence with my self-control. AT ALL."

"You like her, don't you?"

"Yes, I do." Tobirama admitted, with a blush on his face. Hashirama took one look at his brother's face and burst out laughing. "What?!"

"It's just so rare to see you blushing. You're so kawaii when you blush!"

"Onii-sama, kawaii is not an adjective used to describe men!"

"Oh, I don't care. You're cute, no matter what!"

"Onii-sama!" Tobirama groaned in exasperation. His brother just insisted on dissolving his manly pride.

The next time Madara stepped into the dance room, she was genuinely surprised. Had the Assembly Hall ever looked so festive before? She doubted it.

"You like it?" Hashirama asked from beside her. She stared at the Christmas streamers and ornaments shining in the light, and the lovely miniature Christmas trees on the reception desk, and nodded.

"It's great, Hashirama. I'm sure you didn't do any of this."

"Oh, why is it that no one believes I can do some decent artwork and has taste?" Hashirama groaned. His brother prohibited him from all artistic supplies and did all the clothes shopping for him, claiming he wanted to make the most out of the money spent. What was wrong with black, thick-rimmed glasses and loose, earth-colored clothes?

"Because you don't." Madara stated plainly. She fingered the golden streamers on the wall, feeling the texture. The Uchiha household never celebrated Christmas, so she longed to spend one, just one, Christmas in a festive place filled with her friends since childhood. In two days, this dream was going to become reality. "Thank Kami you had this idea."

"Hey, Madara…would you…"

"Hashirama! There you are!" Mito's voice sounded from behind him. Hashirama gave a frustrated growl, much to Madara's confusion, and turned around. Mito stood there with a nervous expression on her face. She pulled him away, smiling tightly, ignoring Hashirama's yelps of protest. "I want to ask you something."

"Go on, Hashirama." Madara urged, noticing all the warning signs of a girl wanting to profess her love. She wasn't happy about it (more like wanting to strangle the Uzumaki), but Uchihas minded their own business and this was none of her business. Plus, she couldn't give Hashirama happiness even if he liked her. Engaged people were done deals.

"Mito, what is it that you want to tell me?" Hashirama asked somewhat harshly. Mito flinched from his tone, but the hurt soon turned into anger and hatred. How dare that Uchiha steal the boy in front of her away from her grasp?

"Would you like to go to the dance with me, Hashirama?" Mito asked, her voice slightly shaky due to nervousness. Hashirama stared at her, wide-eyed. He looked away, his heart torn into two parts. Part of it couldn't refuse Mito, his good friend, but part of it was screaming "What about Madara?!"

"I don't know, Mito. I…"

"Please, Hashirama. Just this once!" Mito said forcefully, grabbing his arm. She was tired of being unacknowledged, and the Uchiha's appearance in this school served just to make her life miserable. Hashirama rubbed his hair messily, defeated. Fine, so be it.

"I will go with you, Mito. Just this once."