Lalala, chapter 26 is up! I'm multitasking almost everyday these-days, so my updates are a bit irregular. Please forgive me for that. Enjoy and review!

Tobirama gently caressed Izuna's cheek as he kissed her softly. Their tongues danced like a pair of dancers, and they broke apart when the need of oxygen became overwhelming.

"Tobirama…" Izuna mewled. Tobirama just smiled and ran his hand along her hair. Izuna felt herself bursting with happiness. She fisted his shirt and leaned into his hand, trying get as much contact as possible. Finally, she just leaned against his chest.

"Izuna, I…"

"zuna…Izuna…Izuna!" A voice jarred her from her sleep. She opened her eyes groggily, staring straight into… Tobirama's face.

"Kya!" Izuna shrieked, her face reddening. Tobirama stared at her, confused.

"What? We're here."

"No, no, no, Nothing." Izuna muttered. She tried to cover her steaming face with her palms, but Tobirama still saw the redness and looked concernedly at her.

"Your face is red. Do you have a fever?"

"Uh…no, no. I'm fine, I'm fine!" Izuna cried, trying to reassure him. He didn't look convinced, but at least he dropped the subject. Yet she completely forgot the girls.

"Izuna, you were leaning onto Tobirama like a lover when you sleep!" Ino squealed. Izuna's face immediately turned a shade redder, and a faint blush colored Tobirama's cheek.

"Ino!"

"I just lent her my shoulder so she could sleep well."

Ino, Sakura, Hinata, and Tenten all sweatdropped. Their friends were like the densest people in the world.

"Seriously, these guys are the most stupid couple in the world. It's that obvious but neither one of them seem to notice."

"Okay, we will be visiting the museum of arts! Follow me!" The teacher announced. Everyone filed out of the bus, and Izuna immediately spotted her sister coming out from the bus behind them. Hashirama senpai stepped down the vehicle behind her, a big grin on his face.

"My brother has morphed into a loyal dog ever since he became your sister's boyfriend." Tobirama's voice sounded from beside her.

"I thought he was like that before…?"

"It worsened after they became a couple."

Meanwhile, Madara and Hashirama followed their teacher into the museum, where the class stopped in front of a painting with a man holding a glass of wine. The teacher went on explaining what this painting was about, who drew it, and all the boring stuff. Hashirama yawned, making Madara slap the back of his head.

"Focus!" She whispered.

"It's really boring!" Hashirama whined, intertwining his fingers with hers. "Who cares about a man in a toga sipping wine? I want to go around appreciating the paintings myself, not listening to our teacher blabber."

"The teacher said she would give us free time later, so stay quiet!" Madara scolded. Hashirama put on his best puppy face, knowing she couldn't resist.

"Fine. What do you want to talk about?"

"We've been dating for a few months…"

"And?"

"We only kissed…"

"Stop right there. I don't want to hear the rest." Madara glared at him, her face flaming. "You're talking about the next step, right?"

"Yeah."

"I'm not answering that."

"Aw, why?"

"Hashirama Senju and Uchiha Madara, please stop talking." The teacher reprimanded. The class snickered, and both of them bowed their heads down respectfully, but Madara clearly saw the wink Hashirama gave her. It probably meant "It's her fault for making it this boring".

Madara decided he had a point. It really was boring.

After enough torture about art to last them for a life time, they finally got the free time they deserved. Hashirama had dragged Madara around the museum, commenting on everything. He thought Madara would smack him for being so talkative, but she just listened intently.

"Hey, Madara, why aren't you smacking me?"

"Hm?"

"Why are you this quiet?"

"Because I like art." Madara replied softly. "My father used to take Izuna and me to museums before he started pushing us to marry and caring only about the company."

"Oh." Hashirama glanced at Madara's nostalgic expression, clearly aware of the sadness behind those words. "I'm sure your father still loves you and your sister, deep down."

"Uh huh, I'm so buying that."

"No, I'm serious!" Hashirama gently turned Madara around to face him. "No parent can feel nothing, absolutely nothing, for their own children. They might hate, love, like, but not uncaring. Plus, you have Izuna to love you, and me." He said softly, kissing her forehead, her nose, and finally, her lips. Madara blushed, and gave a small smile.

"Thanks, moron."

"Hey!" Hashirama rolled his eyes in exasperation. Leave it to his girlfriend to destroy the mood.

After thirty minutes of art, everyone was back on the bus, and off they went to the lunch. After lunch, they were driven to the hotel. Madara didn't understand why they had to arrive at the hotel at such an early time, but she didn't complain. After being shown to her room, she gladly lay down on the floor. Izuna walked in right after her.

"Neesan, the floor isn't comfortable."

"It's fine. I can stretch on the floor." Madara replied, extending her body to its full length. Just then, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." Izuna went to the door and opened it, before an enthusiastic Senju barged in. The calmer Senju just waved at her and smiled. Izuna smiled back.

"Madara, do you like the room? I think you…" His voice trailed off, seeing his girlfriend lying flat on the floor. Her uniform skirt had ridden up a little, so her entire thigh was visible. Her shirt had also ridden up, and her stomach was out in full display, along with a little portion of her bra.

"Hm?"

"Nothing, nothing…." Hashirama frantically tried to stop his nosebleed as he averted his gaze. Madara just stared at him, questioning him with her obsidian eyes.

"Oh?"

"… Do you want to go look around?" Hashirama asked casually, as casually as he could manage anyway.

"Okay, why not?" Madara immediately got up from the floor and smiled. "Lead the way, Mr. Tour Guide."

"Sure, my dear." Hashirama immediately led her out, leaving Izuna and Tobirama alone in the room.

"…."

"…."

Tobirama and Izuna stared at each other, awkward and embarrassed. They weren't even a couple, and they were in the same room. Alone. The situation should have been for their older siblings, who loved cuddling.

"Um, maybe we should follow them?" Tobirama first broke the silence. Izuna just covered her face with her hands, her eyes avoiding his gaze. They could talk just fine under ordinary circumstances, but it was impossible now.

"….."

"Izuna, you have to say something." Tobirama pleaded. Izuna slowly nodded, and looked up at him with blushing cheeks.

"Okay, let's go out, before this gets any worse." She said softly. Tobirama stiffly turned around and opened the door, motioning for Izuna to go first. She immediately scurried out, and Tobirama swiftly followed her out.