Unfathomable

7.

Madara:

I came back to our home and found Izuna at the kitchen table, studying.

"What took you so long?" he asked when he saw me.

"What?"

"You were gone leaving food for Hashirama Senju for an hour."

What? Really?

"I got stuck talking to him."

"You had a conversation? With Hashirama Senju?" Izuna sounded impressed.

"Yes."

"In his office?"

"Umm... Yes."

"Wow!" Izuna started collecting his books. "I'm going out snowboarding. You've skid already?"

"Yes. Don't go off-piste without me!"

"Oh, you know I can handle it!"

I pulled him in towards me when he walked past, places a kiss on the side of his forehead. "I know. I just don't want to have too much fun without me!"

"Pshhh..."

"Seriously, though, Izuna. Be careful of avalanches."

"I promise."

That night, I went to the bar again in the hope of seeing Lucas one more time. I had dolled up quite a bit and was wearing a white, oversized sweatshirt with black- and red checked, wide jeans. To femme it up a bit, I had my hair loose and in soft waves, and a feminine, subtle makeup. I went to the bar and ordered beer, and went to sit down where I had last sat. I didn't really like the fact that I liked bear; it disturbed the feminine aura I wanted to create for myself. Then I chastised myself for putting a drink into a gender role and took a sip. Sometimes, I was desperate for something even more feminine; a skirt, a dress even, but I didn't dare. Or rather, I didn't have the mental headspace to have that confrontation with my parents yet.

I hadn't looked around for him, preferring to seem undisturbed and casual and as if I didn't care. I liked to have my men chase me. But it didn't take one minute before my vision was darkened by a pair of large yet slender hands being put over them. Someone blew hot air in my neck. I smirked.

"Hi, Lucas."

We sat down and talked, him sipping his white wine, me sipping my beer, next to each other time this time instead of opposite each other. He looked fantastic in his whisky blonde hair and fair eyes matched by a light blue shirt and black jeans. Our knees touched the whole time as we spoke, and after a while I noticed how I started to open up slightly. I didn't tell him anything vital, like about my parents or things like that, but I spoke a bit about Izuna and my love of skiing. Only important people got to know about my struggle with my parents, and we weren't there yet. Even so, I opened up to Lucas in a way I wasn't used to, preferring not to talk at all, and I found I thought it was a shame he was leaving soon.

Suddenly, his hand was in my hair, pulling and tugging at it, and he grabbed my chin harshly with his other hand. He put his lips dangerously close to mine, breathed hot air on them. I shivered, started playing my lips against his tentatively.

"Ahhh..." he whimpered.

And I was over him, straddling him, taking his face in my hands. His arms went out behind him as he leaned them against the back of the bench we were sitting at as he opened his mouth and gave himself over to me. I had a thing for making out in public, honestly, as long as the place was hectic enough so that people didn't really take notice. I felt his strong hands stroke up and down my back, and I sighed contentedly.

"I am starting to really like you, Madara", he whispered in my ear, and there was that feeling of guilt that always came with that statement, because I never felt the same way. I was a purely sexual being, and had never been in love, and honestly couldn't imagine myself falling in love. But I didn't say anything, just let Lucas go on. It felt better with him than others, honestly; he had an undemanding softness to him that made me feel safe. "What's underneath, Madara?" he asked, putting his hand over my heart. I took it, played with his fingers. And we talked. Just small talk, a bit about everything, building up the tension between us as we both realised where we were going with this, what was about to happen.

And that's when I saw him.

And he was looking at me.

He sat in a corner, on a couch, his long, chestnut hair in a high ponytail that enhanced his amazing facial bone structure. He wore a wine red shirt that he hadn't tucked into his black suit pants. He was looking at me, a crooked smile on his face as he watched me straddling the hot blonde underneath me with what must have been a hilarious surprised face plastered on me.

But the worst part was he had his arm slung around the shoulders of a beautiful, curvaceous red-headed woman who was nuzzling his chest. It made my breath catch in my chest.

"Madara?" Lucas asked, turning my face towards him. "Come back to me." I felt cold sweat breaking out on my back, and I started trembling. "Madara, you're shaking, what's up?" He sounded genuinely worried, which was so sweet.

But something was happening. I was looking at the woman. She was the definition of femininity, with curvy hips and breasts and a fire mane that tumbled down her shoulders. She wore tight, light blue jeans and a checked black- and white shirt that she had tied at her waist, a white tank top underneath. She was absolutely stunning and it made me feel so angular, so masculine that I couldn't stand it.

When he bent down and kissed her, I started to hyperventilate.

"Let's go", Lucas said immediately. "Madara, let's go. You're unwell."

He took me by the hand and led me out of the bar. I sensed it all as if I was walking through an underwater tunnel, the sounds around me dimmed out. Lucas pulled me with him and took me outdoors. He sat me down on a bench, and sat down on his knees in the snow in front of me, looking at me.

"Tomorrow", he said, looking back at the hills. "Tomorrow we can go skiing together. If you want. Or, I'm a snowboarder. Would it be okay if I was on a snowboard?"

He was trying so hard, it made my heart ache. And it was working; I felt my trembling starting to subside. "My little brother is a snowboarder", I said tentatively.

"If he's half as good as you, you will think my snowboarding is nothing", Lucas said with a smile. "You know how to snowboard?"

I smiled. "I've tried it a few times. Came naturally to me. But I prefer skiing. I prefer my feet being directed in the direction I'm going."

"I'm not surprised. It's so beautiful here, Madara", he said, looking up at the stars. "I don't want to leave."

"I don't want you to leave either", I whispered, intoxicated by the safety he provided.

He sat next to me then and hugged me close, and we just sat like that until it became too cold.

Hashirama:

Seeing him walk away with that boy was agony.

As soon as I saw the blonde put his hands over his eyes, I knew I needed distraction. The red-headed woman was perfect for that. My attempts at pulling someone were few and far between, but they worked, and I felt her soft presence beside me comforting, and hopefully she would help getting some of the sexual frustration away.

But smething peculiar happened when Madara saw me. It was as if his entire face dropped, and he seemed flustered. I have no idea what that was all about, but judging by how the blonde pulled him away by the hand to do God-knows-what to him, it was soon forgotten.