Hi readers! Just back from skiing the slopes in Hokkaido! Chapter 17 is up, so enjoy and review! I'll be waiting for them like a review vampire.

"Izuna, I hope your friends will not make me look ugly and horrifying." Madara muttered as her sister pampered with the foundation. They were preparing for the dance that would start in thirty minutes, and Izuna's friends were currently busy with their own make-up, hair, and all the whatnot in the girls' bathroom (The school had insisted on getting them to prepare at school.) .They had volunteered to help Madara with her make-up, and Madara had agreed, under the condition her face wouldn't be painted like a geisha.

"Don't worry, Neesan. Make-up is something they do every week, so I'm sure they've mastered the art." Izuna said with a laugh. As if on cue, Tenten walked into the classroom, her features embellished to perfection.

"Senpai, come with me. We are almost done. That means we can do your make-up!" She said cheerfully. Madara got up reluctantly, afraid of her fate of becoming a Barbie doll of the girls. Izuna laughed at the look on her sister's face and pushed her along.

"So you're taking Mito senpai to the dance, in front of everyone?" Tobirama asked in disbelief. His brother gave an unhappy nod. Hashirama hadn't told him this change of plans, and hell was it surprising.

"She almost forced me to, and how can you say no to a friend you've had for years?"

"But won't Madara senpai get the wrong idea? Take it from me, Onii-sama. The two cannot tolerate each other, and if Madara senpai likes you back, it's not going to be good." Seriously, how naïve could his brother get? Judging by the various interactions between Hashirama and the elder Uchiha, Madara san was sort of attracted to his brother, and that was confirmed by Tobirama's conversations with the younger Uchiha. If Izuna was brought to the dance by another boy, he was sure his mood would turn sour in one second. Imagine what it would be like to see the person you possibly dislike the most in the whole school arrive by the side of your crush.

"It's just a dance, Tobi. It's not that serious." His brother's expression was the most unconvincing one in the world. Of course it was, or he wouldn't be fussing with his suit now, would he? He wouldn't be glancing at the mirror at five second intervals, would he?!

"Whatever, Onii-sama. You're supposed to confess today, remember? Focus on getting yourself a chance to do that." Tobirama said, calming his slightly over-reacting brother. Hashirama gave him a nervous smile and nodded.

"You always calm me down, Tobi, and I'm grateful for that."

"Well, Kaichou. You should be taking your girl to the dance now. The dance starts in five minutes." Tobirama teased, before realizing the mistake he made in his word choice. His brother sank into depression in a matter of seconds, and Tobirama panicked.

"Sorry, Onii-sama! Please get out of your depression this instant and get to the dance! As far as I know, the Kaichou should not be late to make the opening speech or whatnot!"

"Yes, Tobi…" Hishirama murmured as he floated out the dressing room like a ghost. Tobirama sighed in annoyance. He wasn't taking anyone to the dance, thank Kami. After seeing his brother near hyperventilate with nervousness, he decided he would never ask a girl out for the rest of his life.

"But you adore Izuna." A small voice at the back of his mind reminded him mercilessly. "Her lovely eyes, cute face, soft hair…"

"Urusai!"

Mito leaned on the wall outside of the classroom, waiting giddily for Hashirama. She had always envisioned this moment, and now it was coming true. She had specifically chosen a red one shoulder dress that reached her knees, with a slit to expose her legs. It was sexy and complimented her red hair, and she hoped Hashirama would like it.

"Mito, let's go." Hashirama appeared out of nowhere, slightly resembling a ghost. Mito resisted the urge to squeal. Her crush looked so hot in a suit. She eagerly followed him and looped her arm around his. Hashirama tensed slightly, but Mito decided she didn't care. They walked in silence, the usually talkative Hashirama being unusually silent. Mito made suggestive remarks from time to time, but she was always replied with a strained smile and a hesitant nod. Finally, they got to the dance room.

"Wow! It looks even nicer than it was the last time I came here!" Mito exclaimed. The lights were turned off, and the Christmas lights lit the room with colorful blooms. The streamers and festive ornaments were gleaming under the disco lights, and the balloons were loosely hung on the curtains. The lack of light presented lots of chances of make out sessions, which plenty of couples had already taken advantage of.

"The art group did a great job, didn't they?" Hashirama smiled lightly at her, making her heart flutter. Suddenly, she heard his breath hitch from something behind her.

"Hashirama?" Mito asked concernedly, before she looked towards the entrance. One look told her everything, and she felt like killing people.

Hashirama stared at Madara, who had just entered the room. Kami, she was beautiful. Her hair was let down from her usual ponytail and slightly curled. Her eyes were lined with eyeliner and brushed lightly with glittery eyeshadow. Her cheeks had a rosy blush on them, and her lips were pink and glossy, just begging someone to kiss them. Most importantly, her dress was only half way down her thigh, showcasing her long legs, which were creamy and smooth. Also, the off the shoulder design of her dress exposed her pale shoulders, neck, and collarbones. She was alluring and tantalizing, born to torture him, reminding him she was near untouchable. Madara caught his gaze, and stared deeply into his eyes. Her gaze later shifted to the arm looped around his own. He could have sworn she gave him a glare and turned away.

"You should go up and make your speech." Mito said monotonously beside him. Reluctantly, he tore his eyes away from Madara, and went up to the stage. He took the microphone and faced the audience.

"Today, we are having our first dance! Christmas is a happy day, so I wish you all to have fun tonight. Confess to your crushes, kiss your lovers, and do anything you wish. Just don't go PG-rated!" A few groans were heard, making the crowd laugh. Hashirama caught sight Madara talking with Izuna, and smiled dreamily, earning himself a few squeals from fan girls. "Let the dance begin!"

The crowd cheered, and the waltz began.