Amidst the bustling and newly built village of Konoha, our founders have these random and sweet moments with our favorite pinkette in the center of it all. How will these three compete? Or is there a competition in the first place? "I want to take you for myself but I can't." Red eyes stare at her in wanting. "I want to join this little game you started, Sakura." Charming white teeth smirked at her. "If I tell you I want to marry you, not Mito, would you believe me?" Petite hands halted in playing with soft brown strands of hair.

The Conqueror's Morning Annoyance

"Sometimes I wonder what spirit possessed me to make friends with you."

"What kind of shinobi loses a dog that is as big as a man?!"

Madara half screamed (because Uchiha men just don't scream completely and another reason is that Madara might just wake someone up and he so did not want to deal with complaints from the Clan elders) at the brown haired idiot, who is grinning sheepishly with his hand rubbing the back of his neck while sweating profusely.

'Fucking moron... How the hell did I end up losing against you after all these years?' Madara thought with a tired and exhausted frown.

He doesn't know whether he should be ashamed of himself for losing to such an imbecile or for having said imbecile as a friend, a very dear and trusted friend at that.

"I don't know! But Madara, just please help me find it!" Hashirama cried in desperation, the dog was a puppy from the Hatake Clan. Specifically, the puppy of the youngest child of the Clan Head of the Hatake Clan which means that if Hashirama lost the dog forever then there will be hundreds of hounds unleashed against only him or his clan. Hashirama winced at the thought of getting mulled and killed by a bunch of dogs. Oh the shame...

'And Sakura was fond of the little brat and said brat might just cry his eyes out and make Sakura hate me or somewhat and make her avoid me for a few weeks.' Hashirama thought sourly with a frown, it happened before.

When the Inuzuka clan was merging with the village, their lone heir, Kibamaru, was unbelievably and annoyingly attached towards the pinkette medic like a kid and mama kangaroo. It took two whole weeks for Sakura to forgive Hashirama for 'bullying a little kid during a spar that could've harmed Kibamaru-kun severely against a strong and surprisingly mean guy like him'.

A guy can't blame Hashirama for getting jealous at the smug fanged twerp.

"I just can't fucking believe you right now, baka." The Uchiha clan head ground out through gritted teeth.

Madara, raven hair dishevelled as ever from just waking up and only wearing pants that hung loose on his waist while his wash board abs are freshly displayed, stared at the Senju head.

'It's around 3 AM in the morning.' Madara belatedly realized at the back of his mind.

Even the merchants haven't started opening their shops at this hour and here, the Uchiha Clan Head, finds his clan's used-to-be-rival clan's Clan Head begging him to look for a dog on their only day off from political and whatever work related shit at 3 AM in the fucking morning.

Fucking. Bull. Crap.

"And if I don't want to?" Madara replied in a sleepy and husky tone, an obvious sign at having only woke up.

"I'll do anything you want for a whole day!" Hashirama stupidly said and he belatedly realized what his mouth just uttered and to who he just said those words to.

"Anything?" Madara asked with a dark grin slowly forming on his face.

Hashirama gulped and chuckled nervously. "Hahaha... Have I ever told you that you are a very dear and nice friend Madara?"

"You told me once when you were drunk that if you ever needed a friend that needed to slap you like angry bitch with no mercy you would look for me." Madara deadpanned with his arms crossed together against his chest.

Hashirama seemed to blink slowly for one second before processing what the Uchiha had just said.

"I did?"

"Yes you did, moron."