The sun rose for another day, granting her light to the wide forest area beneath her. Birds had found their place in the high trees, singing and feeling free from the conflicts as many longed to be. But they were not the only mixture of sound and sight that betrayed the current danger with a peaceful surface. There was also a long, clear river. It seemed to have been there since the birth of the planet. And before that river, on a white, stony shore... sat a boy with dark hair and even darker eyes. "Come on, come on!", Madara Uchiha murmured as he sent his newest stone on a trip above the water. He clenched his fists as his eyes followed the stone on his journey. And then... the stone sank through the waters surface and vanished, as if it had been eaten by a monster. Madara coudn't believe it! He sat down again for a moment, his face discouraged. But then he came back to his feet immediately, willing to try further. "You, need some help?" Madara's eyes widened, he quickly turned around and meet the gaze of another boy, roughly his age, who had short black hair and a big smile on his face. Madara was sure to keep a eye on his surroundings, just in case this guy was nothing but a decoy. A long moment passed but nothing happened. Even the other boy showed no sign of aggression. Actually, Madara thought with an inner smile, that guy doesn't look strong enough to kill a salat, yet allone a human! He narrowed his eyes. "What do you want? Who are you?" That smile... "I'm Hashirama", the other one said. "can't tell you my last name. Just in case." Madara blinked. With each day it became more dangerous to start discussions away from the own home. So... what was this guy after? And how coud he...? Madara prepaired himself as Hashirama bent down to... pick up a stone? Yes, that was exactly what he did. Madara frowned. If that guy was a ninja, he was clearly a weird one. But instead of using the stone to attack or distract Madara, Hashirama simply threw it across the river! Madara growled as that guy acomplished what he had tried for hours! He waited a minute, just in case - but nothing happened. Madara had done his best to look distracted. Hashirama hadn't taken the bait. So he was no ninja? Perhaps he would make a mistake if Madara managed to make him angry. He stepped closer to Hashirama and said: "You cheated! I don't how - but you did!" It wasn't entirely an act - Madara was truly angry. If even a guy like this could do better - no, the thought was unbearable. Hashirama smiled. "Come on, don't be a sore loser! Hey, I know, perhaps you just need some motivation." Madara had enough. "What are you talking about?" "We make a little contest", Hashirama explained with a wink. "And the loser, uh, gets a wedgie!" Madaras eyes widened. "A wedgie?" Hashirama nodded. "Yep. In the worst case you have to suffer a quick humiliation. And even that would simply give you further determination." He noticed Madaras unwilling face and added with his biggest smile yet: "What? Afraid?" Madara looked around them quickly. He still didn't notice anyone. Not even the most subtle signs of hidden enemys. But if he was honest he simply wanted to buy some time. That guy had reached the other shore without any troubles. And Madara was nervous about any form of failure and punishment. On the other side... He knew that it would plague him if he refused. And it was a chance to find out the truth. So he smiled cocky and replied: "Sure! But don't blame me when you have to walk home on woobily legs." Hashirama nodded. "Good one." He moved, so quickly that Madara didn't even notice it, and his stone passed the river with ease and landed on the other side of the water. Madara gasped - hating that he had allowed himself to lose controll there. He felt Hashiramas eyes on his back as he stepped closer to the water and picked up his own stone. The stone was clear, light - and somehow, Madara knew no better word, elegant. He gulped. His eyes seemingly focused on the river and shore ahead of him. Come on! He wouldn't need much time. He could do that. Especially now. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment. And then he threw the stone! Time seemed to pas so much slower now, for a second all Madara saw was his stone. And that stone jumped over the water... and vanished as he sank close to the waters edge. Madara nearly never looked like the child he was. But now, with his his inoceently dissapointed face, his bowed shoulders... For a moment everything was silent. Then Madara turned around and shouted: "STOP WATCHING ME, JERK! I WAS CONCENTRATING! DAMN, I CANT EVEN TAKE A PISS IF SOMEONE IS WATCHING ME!" He blushed once he noticed what he had said in his anger. Hashirama, however, sat down in front of Madara and lowered his head. "I'm sorry", Hashirama said weakly. "It's all my fault. You should simply throw me into the river." Madara bit his lips. Man, to see that guy so sad brought live to his big brother instincts. "Hey", he said in a calm, reasuring voice. I'm, I'm sorry. Honestly, I was just searching for an excuse and..." Hashirama moved again! And once more Madara was to slow for him. He felt two hands reaching inside his pants, grabbing a hold on the front of his briefs - and yanking them up with brute force! Madara closed his eyes and groaned as his feet left the ground for a moment. And then Hashirama let go of the underwear and Madara fell the ground again. "Silly", Hashirama said with a risen, lecturing finger. "Rule number one: Never lose sight of your surroundings." Madara managed to get to his knees and looked up. He did his best to ignore his stretched out orange briefs that hang out from the front of his pants. "The fuck! How Did... that was unfair!" Hashirama shook his head. "Is there fairness in battle? Anyway, I think it was fair! Fairness doesn't only mean that both can lose - it also means that both can win." He grinned. "Wanna go for another ride?" Madara picket his wedgie. He liked to imagine that he had no weaknesses - ye he knew that this wasn't the case. The worry for his family. The pride of an Uchiha. And it was exactly that pride that made him agree to a new contest - and to growl as he was beaten yet again. He looked at Hashirama unwillingly. "You know what", Hashirama said. "I think we could make this even better!" And he pulled Madara's pants down to his ankles. Madara wanted to protest, yet that would also mean acknowledging he humiliation and pain he felt. That would be just a new lose. "Ready?", Hashirama whispered as his fingers closed around Madara's waistband. "I, uh..." "That's the right answer!", Hashirama laughed as he pulled Madaras underwear up his butt! The feet of the young Uchiha kicked through the air as Hashirama started to bounce him. Once. Twice. 3 times. "Hey!", Madara cried out. "One match one wedgie, remember?" "Oh... right." Madara groaned as he fell back onto the shore. This was definitely the most embarrassing moment of his live. He had never been given wedgie by a complete stranger. A stranger who had beaten him several times. Who was now in the front rows when it came to viewing Madaras wedgied, exposed butt. Madara groaned once more as he stood up, picket his wedgie and pulled his pants back up. Who was that guy? Where had he learned to wedgie that hard? Madara wondered if "Hashirama" had siblings too. "That was against the rules", Madara hissed. He wanted to distract Hashirama while he let out a painfull moan. Madara gently rubbed his butt while Hashirama seemed to ponder. "I guess you're right..." He hesitated. Then Hashirama pulled down his own pants, turned around and asked: "Two wedgies so were quitt?" Madara thought about it. He kinda liked the idea. And yet... "No." He shook his head. "I don't want a pity wedgie. The day I yank up your undies - well, I want it to have happened because I overpowered you." Hashirama smiled. "I'm looking forward to that day. But..." He still felt that it would be unfair if they left it like this. And so he yanked up the front of his underwear, almost reaching his chin! Then he pulled up the back, reached the height of his head before allowing it to snap back to his butt. He groaned. And longed for the ability many others seemed to posess: To feel less pain in self wedgies.