"So, what do you both like about each other?" The counselor asked the two men in front of him with the same modulated voice. It was appalling that he was still maintaining such control on his voice after what he had to deal with. Either he had dealt with much worse in the past, or had an inexhaustible amount of patience.

The men stayed silent, not surprisingly. The one with long, dark hair pressed his lips together then sighed, his body language clearly stating that he did not want to continue the discussion.

The other with the white, short hair reached for the water bottle next to him and took a few gulps from it obviously not wanting to speak first.

"What do you mean…?" The dark haired one decided to break the uncomfortable silence.

"I mean... what particular thing about ...him...appeals to you." The counselor explained, the same control steady in his voice.

The man did not speak, instead he took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. Placing his elbow on the chair rest, he first ran his fingers against his forehead before resting his cheek on top of his fisted hand. Annoyance and reluctance radiated from the man like heat.

"Li.." "Like.."

Both of them spoke at once, upping the level of discomfort to a new high.

"I.." What.."

"You go first." "No, you can…"

"Just.." "You…"

"JUST….go.." Madara exclaimed, the side of his face was no longer propped on his fist. After speaking he clenched his jaw, the muscles attached to which extruded out and moved with a rhythm that could only be caused by an immeasurable amount of irritation.

Again silence,not the peaceful kind, but the kind one would experience in a solitary confinement made for the criminally insane. Silence layered so thick with tension it hindered breathing.

"How detailed do you want the answer to be?" Tobirama's voice pierced the heavy silence like a knife.

It was apparent to the counselor that the two would delay this to no end. Trying to pry something positive out of the men was painfully impossible. Such a pity how human fall just as easily in love as they fall out of it. It was not a new story to him, but momentarily saddened him nevertheless.

"Like, does it have to be a sentence? or a word...?" Tobirama continued shrugging to give the impression that he truly did not understand how to respond and was in no way trying to avoid the question.

"Whatever you prefer. It can be either of those." The counselor replied promptly. The reply did not settle well with either one of them and they again became mute.

Madara retained his posture, his arms tightly crossed. His desire to leave manifested itself into soundless tapping of his right foot.

Tobirama leaned forward, placing his hands in front of him like he was about to pray-and perhaps he internally did- and partially covered his mouth with them.

"Nothing?' Is there really nothing..."

"No, that''s not ..it "

"Yeah ...We just...I just don't really understand how to ...you know … what do you .. how….how specific do you want the answer to be?"

"It doesn't matter. It completely depends on you how detailed and specific you want your answer to be."

"Yeah, I mean ...do you like say ….dead skin cells and keratin ….or do you say hair….how do you exactly describe it?"

Any other person interrogating the couple would have exclaimed 'are you fucking kidding me?' and had thrown in the towel, but that any other person probably did not have years of training. Not to mention he was probably not getting immense amount of money to detangle the unyielding knots relationships coil into.

"Hair. Yes, that works . Perfect. Is that your answer?" The counselor asked Madara eagerly, a small smile evident on his face from achieving some minute amount of progress with the men.

"Sure.." Madara replied and shrugged . His face appeared relaxed briefly before the fear of what's coming next gripped him and he pressed his lips together.

The counselor turned towards Tobirama, the same smile still visible, though slowly waning at the thought of the other dozen questions he still had left to ask them

"Hair for me too. ...Yep." Tobirama said nodding, his answer lacked any kind of conviction, yet noticing how extreme- if you can even use that word- the cephalic areas of both the men were, it wouldn't be surprising that is what they found or at least used to find fascinating about each other.

"Alright, great. Now, this one is very simple to answer. Give me one thing, just one thing , one feature about each other's hair that you like... it can be anything. Color, texture ….any..thing you can think of."

They didn't have to vocalize them, he could hear the suppressed groans of the men loud and clear as he finished asking them the question.

"Can it just be the fact that he has hair? Like, just the presence of hair….does that count?" Madara questioned and looked at the counselor with anticipation that he would say yes.

"No. It has to be a feature."

Madara received exactly the reply he was dreading. Sighing, he took hold of the glass of water beside him and slowly drank the liquid trying to quench his artificial thirst.

"The problem with color is that, well, is black even a color? 'Cause technically it's not. It's actually the absence of all color... just a ...vacuum...deprived of everything and anything." Tobirama spoke untremulously, convinced that he made a compelling argument. His tone had a dangerous amount of pretension in it which was bound to cause some friction.

As expected, his words were not received pleasantly by the counselor or Madara. Though orderly in his appearance as always the counselor did not seem perturbed, but internally he quite brutally facepalmed himself after Tobirama's speech. And Madara, well, Madara was fuming . He knew this was personal attack and he would not stand an insult directed at his proud mane. He had killed people for a lot less.

Tobirama wasn't just anybody, but oh sometimes words just didn't do it and he wanted to respond with something physical.

"Well, white just reflects all the colors…."

"Yeah, that is why it is all the colors." Tobirama rudely interrupted to terminate an argument from Madara's behalf before it had the chance to form.

"If it is reflecting all the colors, then doesn't that make it nothing, thus, not a color. Black absorbs everything so technically it is the visual representation of all the color mixed together. Whereas, white is just all the colors vomited in your eye all at once." Madara replied in an articulate voice that dripped with acid and contempt.

"Humph. Try arguing that with a physicist." Tobirama retaliated quickly just as scornfully.

"Oh, why not you? You seem to have such extensive knowledge of colors. Certainly pales in comparison to any physicist. "Madara retorted, the contempt in his voice becoming quickly prominent now. Sarcasm was usually a good indicator that Madara has really gone off the deep end.

"Gentlemen, please! Both black and white are colors." The counselor exclaimed, his outburst showing just how much the men had chipped away at his patience.

There were certainly other reasons why he decided to stop the couple from arguing, but the reason that really drove him to increase the volume of his voice- something that he believed to be almost sacrilegious- was that they both stared at him head on while arguing. Not wanting to make eye contact with each other for obvious reasons, the men kept their strenuous gazes permanently on him.

Wow and he thought women looked scary when they argued.

He planned to move on to another question because this one just ended up in a mess. Actually, every question ended up in a mess, but such was true about love. It almost always ends up in a mess; a mess people pay very good money to clean up and fix.

"They both might be colors, but white's definitely more significant."

"Yeah, as significant as the white crayon."

"Okay, different question, the answer to which will be identical for both of you."

Madara and Tobirama seemed uninterested as ever, but still braced themselves for the question that will most likely sent them into a fit of argument again. They were fooling themselves and they knew it. Their relationship was as good as over, it was collapsing at faster rate than they were able to mend it.

What was it that made them cling to this sinking ship? They were here to find just that, but before they could they had to dig through this resentment, the origins which they both were unaware of. What exactly happened? And how?

Was love even present? Or were they just holding on to a few good memories hoping that with time they might happen again with the same spontaneity they happened with back then?

Or maybe it was something less complicated. Maybe they were not ready to admit this was mistake. A failed endeavor to begin with that they were too distracted to realize.

Maybe they should be the ones asking the questions.

"How did you two first meet?"

His question was first met with silence, then the sound of plastic being crushed mercilessly as Tobirama enveloped his hand tightly around the empty water bottle in his hand.

Oh, this going to be interesting.

A/N: Chapter 2. Thank you AkatsukiFan0161 for reviewing I am happy you liked the fic ^_^ and Thank you to all that faved and followed! I know I have a previous fic I need to work on! It's in progress I promise I haven't lost interest! I just wanted to try something new. Feedback is much appreciated :)