Our dear Kaichou is quite unfortunate, is he not? He won't be unfortunate for long though. I don't intend to do a long struggle, because the story is already long enough without a struggle. Enjoy, and review! Oh, and for the SasuNaru in the last chapter, it's just a side pairing, so is NejiHina. Why is there a yaoi pairing in the story? I'm a yaoi fangirl, that's why.

"What?" Hashirama stared at her, befuddled. Madara just wriggled out of his clasp and ran out the room. The juniors all looked on with pitying or confused glances at their Kaichou. "Wait, Madara!"

"Follow her, Kaichou." Izuna's voice sounded quietly beside him. "If you don't, Neesan will never speak to you ever again. She will avoid you until it's too late."

"Go on, Onii-sama." Tobirama also urged. His brother's classmates all stared at their Kaichou with expectant gazes. Sakura was the first to yell out loud.

"Go on, Kaichou!"

"Be a man and do it!" Ino chimed in. Hashirama looked at each of them in turn, and nodded.

"Thank you for your support, guys." He said appreciatively. He walked to the door and took a deep breath.

"I won't back down again, Madara. I won't."

He didn't notice Mito's sad, angry gaze behind him.

Madara leaned against the wall of the hallway, tears cascading down her cheeks. She liked Hashirama, so of course she was exhilarated when he confessed, but that happiness was soon replaced by sadness. Who was she to enjoy Hashirama's love? A girl that would ultimately break his heart when she married if they were together until then? It wasn't fair, it just wasn't. She let out a sob as she slid down the wall.

"Madara?" Hashirama's concerned voice sounded from the end of the hall way. "Are you crying?"

"No!" Madara yelled. She wiped away her tears quickly, surprised her makeup didn't smear. Even people in TV shows had smeared mascara when they cry. A shadow shaded her in an instant, and she knew who it was without even looking up. "I'm just sitting here."

"As much as I know you're strong, I don't believe that." Hashirama countered. He crouched down, and looked at her right in the eyes. "If you don't like me, I understand."

"You're better off with Mito!" Madara blurted out. Hashirama stared at her with confusion on his face.

"What?"

"You came here with her, so you like her, right? If you want a girlfriend, choose her." Madara sobbed. "At least she can be with you forever if nothing goes wrong!"

"What are you talking about, Madara? I don't like Mito. She has always been and will always be a friend to me, nothing more. Unlike you." Hashirama smiled brightly as he wiped a tear she missed on her left cheek. "I've always liked you, and tonight I think I've fallen in love with you."

"You don't understand!" Madara screamed. The tears welled up in her eyes again and poured down her face. "I'm engaged!"

Hashirama stared at her, stunned. Madara expected to see him back away and leave, never speaking to her ever again, but instead he leaned in closer.

"Do you like your fiancé, Madara?" He asked quietly. Madara shook her head vigorously.

"Of course I don't. He doesn't know me, and I don't know him."

"Then do you like me, Madara?" Hashirama asked again. With a bright blush creeping up her face, she whispered out her answer.

"I do."

The distance between them shortened to fifteen centimeters.

"If you do…"

Ten centimeters.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend, even if you're engaged and all that? I love you, no matter what you are, fiancée or no."

Five centimeters. They were sharing breaths.

"Yes." She murmured breathlessly.

Zero.

They kissed passionately, their bodies pressing into each other. Hashirama had wrapped his arms around her waist, and she had replied by circling her arms around his neck, fingering his straight, long hair. Hashirama gently licked her bottom lip, begging entrance. She opened her mouth eagerly, letting his tongue explore her mouth. Sensing that she was out of oxygen, she tried to pull away, but Hashirama deepened the kiss instead.

"Mmm!" She protested weakly, hitting Hashirama's back with her fist. Hashirama swirled his tongue around in her mouth a few more seconds before finally letting go. Madara leaned her head on his chest, panting heavily, sucking in the precious oxygen she lacked. Hashirama held her tightly as they both sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"Finally, I've succeeded in telling you how I felt." Hashirama murmured against her ear. "For years I've been thinking about you, and you coming to Konoha High School was the best thing ever. I've always wanted to find you, and tell you how much I liked you."

"I nearly thought you didn't like me."

"That will never happen." Hashirama whispered as he kissed her cheek. "You are my dream, and now, my precious girlfriend."

Tobirama watched as his brother cuddled with Madara san in the hallway. He was happy for them, even though there were obstacles that were near insuperable ahead of them.

"I'm so happy for Neesan!" Izuna smiled at the happy couple. Tobirama stared at her smile, his mind blank. Her smile always had that kind of effect on him, knocking his sense out of his head. Tonight, he had finally realized what he had felt for this kitten in front of him was for real, and he was sure he was doomed. "Don't you, Tobirama?"

"Yes, yes, but I don't think they would last very long if one of our fathers find out."

"At least they're happy now. They can worry about the details later." Izuna said lightly as she gazed at him. "Ne, Tobirama, do you have a girl you admire?"

Tobirama's heart skipped a beat at the question, but his usual poker face didn't slip. "What makes you think I'd tell you, Uchiha?" He asked challengingly.

"If you don't want to tell me, fine." Izuna muttered with a pout. Tobirama wanted to scream. He longed to grab her by the shoulders, shove her into a wall, and start kissing the hell out of her, telling her over and over again that she was "that girl", but he couldn't. His brother, who was easy-going but headstrong when it came to love, could do it easily, without caring a damn about Father's wrath, but he couldn't. Whenever he looked at Izuna, he saw straight through her and stared at his and her father's angry glares and his family responsibility that loomed around like a ghost. Plus she was probably engaged, just like her sister, bound to unknown men.

"I can describe her for you if that's what you want." Fine. That way he could confess without her actually knowing. "She is quite pretty, with shining eyes and pale skin, and she is cheerful but lethal if you start a arguement with her."

"She sounds like a nice girl, Senju. She suits you." Izuna said softly. Did he imagine it, or was there a hint of disappointment in her voice?

"She is." Tobirama muttered as he gazed deeply into her eyes. Here he was, falling for a girl he could never confess to, all because he didn't dare provoke his father. He was such a coward. "She really is, trust me."