Chapter 28 is up! Recently, I've been thinking about writing a fic about edo tensei reviving everybody that died in the Naruto Universe. What do you think about that? Please comment!

When Hashirama led Madara to thee restaurant, all the students were already there.

"Kaichou, what have you been doing with your girlfriend?" A boy yelled suggestively. Madara glared at him, making him cower back.

"Maa, we were just coming here." Hashirama replied, placing an arm around his girlfriend's waist to placate her, earning himself a few screams from the girls. "I hope we're not late."

"You were late by two minutes." Mito said suddenly, glaring pointedly at Madara. Hashirama gave an apologetic smile before an argument can break out.

"Sorry, Mito. It was me who delayed."

"Really?" Mito glared at him before turning to her friends. "Stop giving her excuses."

"Why you…!" Hashirama quickly stopped Madara's murderous rage by hugging her closeand muttering in her ear.

"I'm sure she doesn't mean that."

"!" Madara's face turned five shades redder. Hashirama internally congratulated himself.

"I didn't believe that would work."

Dinner was exceptionally good, considering it being quite expensive. There was plenty of different kinds of sushi, and both Tobirama and Hashirama stared as the Uchiha sisters kept munching on inari sushi like a pair of chipmunks.

"Err, Madara? I think you should try the sashimi sushi. It's pretty good too."

"Izuna, can you eat something else?"

"No." They replied in unison.

Then came the various washyoku dishes, and some of them had roe as decoration.

"Hashirama…"

"Yes?"

"You can have this dish. I'm not eating it."

"…?"

"I despise roe."

"Oh! Okay." Hashirama quickly scooped the roe right off the delicacies and popped them into his mouth. "Done. You can eat now."

"You can just take the entire thing, you know." Madara muttered as she scooped the chawan mushi into her mouth. Hashirama just smiled and pushed her hair back from her face to prevent the hair from touching the food.

"Stop showing public affection, Hashirama." Mito's cold voice interrupted them. Madara glanced at her disdainfully, but Hashirama just gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Mito. I just couldn't help myself." Both Tobirama and Izuna face palmed beside him. Madara just rolled her eyes at his naivety and ignorance. "What?"

"Nothing, Onii-sama."

"Nothing, Kaichou."

"You're too stupid for your own good, moron."

"What did I do this time?" Hashirama thought as he sank into depression.

Finally, the meal was over. Hashirama suggested they all go to the hot springs after half an hour, so the four of them walked around the hotel and chatted. They looked at the gifts in the shop, which seemed to be of the Uchiha sisters liking. The Senju brothers stood awkwardly as the two girls fawned over the things, while the shopkeeper gave them both looks of sympathy. After the shopping session, an hour had already passed.

"Madara…"

"One comment about the amount of time we spent shopping and I'll pummel you into the ground."

"Yes, ma'am." Hashirama replied sheepishly as he looped his arm around her waist. "Let's go to the hot springs now, shall we?"

"Fine." Madara said as she leaned against his arm. Izuna and Tobirama nodded in agreement, and all four of them headed towards the onsen.

The onsen was fairly crowded, and the four of them decided to meet outside after thirty minutes. Madara and Izuna quickly went into the dressing room, where various women were either taking off their clothes or putting them back on. They peeled off their yukata, which was quite easy to take off, and immediately went to the shower room. There, they washed their bodies and let their dripping long black hair flow down their backs. After a thorough cleaning, they quickly went in to the onsen room, both shivering from the sudden chilliness.

"Neesan, is it hot?" Izuna asked, her teeth chattering. Madara tested the temperature with her toe and shook her head.

"I don't think so." She replied as she submerged her body into the water, letting it envelop her in a warm embrace. Hearing this, Izuna swiftly jumped in, sighing in content.

"This is nice. I feel so relaxed."

"Me too." Madara looked up at the elaborate decorations on the ceiling, admiring the elegant dancing women drawn in ancient Japanese style. "Ne, Izuna, do you still like Tobirama?"

"!...Kind of…maybe…I don't know…" Izuna sank into the water up to her nose, blushing like an overcooked lobster.

"You should confess." Madara said shortly.

"What… no! He doesn't like me that way!"

"Oh really? He does, trust me." Madara rolled her eyes, leaning against the edge of the onsen. Izuna just shook her head and looked away.

"There's no way he'll like me. He'll never like me like Kaichou likes you. I'm an Uchiha, for Kami's sake!"

"My, what stubborn people." Madara thought in exasperation.

After the bath, Madara and Izuna walked out of the dressing room, both clean and relaxed. Hashirama and Tobirama were already outside, waiting for them.

"Finally, you both made it out." Tobirama commented. Izuna playfully slapped his arm.

"We're girls!" She argued. Tobirama just rolled his eyes and continued arguing with her. Madara walked over to Hashirama's side, smiling at him. He smiled back, but there was something in his eyes that looked a bit heated, almost…hungry.

"Say, Tobirama. You mind if we split up for the rest of the night?" Hashirama asked. Tobirama shook his head, confused.

"Of course not. Come on, Izuna." He said, motioning for her to go with him to find their friends. She followed him, and soon they were out of sight.

"Hashirama, wha – mmph" Madara's body was pushed against wall as Hashirama kissed her hungrily, pushing his tongue forcefully into her mouth. His hand pressed on the wall beside her head, making it impossible to escape. "Ha… shira…ma…"

"You just looked too irresistible with that pink blush from all the steam." Hashirama whispered huskily beside her ear, making her shiver. "I can't hold back myself any longer." Madara felt her bones started to liquefy as Hashirama proceeded to nibble at her earlobe. He trailed down her neck, his hot breath making her sensitive neck tremble, and stopped when he reached her collarbones. He nibbled and sucked, making Madara squirm. His hand slipped silently into her yukata and cupped her breasts, massaging them with an arousing rhythm.

"Ha…kyaa…ah…"

"Let's continue in my room, shall we?"

"Hmm…. Okay…."

I'm thinking about lemon next. What do you guys think?