"Word." - Japanese

"Word." - English.. (Or Spanish)

In another half-hour, an upset Gerra was seated by a furious Hannah on a stack of papers on the desk, and the founders of the Hidden Leaf were standing on broken pedestals.

"Universal peace, my ass." Gerra muttered, eyeing the Hokage. He still hadn't healed Hannah's ankle.

Hannah grumbled quietly, "Maldito sea.. Yo quiero ir a casa.."

It'd been a full 30 minutes before they decided that Hashirama and Crew didn't plan on offering them any kind of help, be it for broken ankles or otherwise, although he did bring in a rice ball for the two of them to share. It was awkward, having those huge black eyes stare at them with a bright grin on his face, observing them curiously as they ate.

Leading them to their current state: Tobirama was still watching the two, albeit less intensely, since they were scared they'd fly and die if they so much as shifted on the stack that they were on. Madara was the one who thought up the idea, reasoning that since the brunette's ankle was broken, she'd be going nowhere, and the blonde one wouldn't likely abandon her.

So, yes, they'd literally been placed on a two-feet high stack of papers to keep them from running. Hashirama literally reached for them and put them up there.

"So much for your narnia-room, huh?"

"What?"

"Nothing." Gerra mumbled, looking away quickly. She'd almost given herself away.

Hannah arched an eyebrow, pulling off another square inch of the rice ball and biting into it.

Overhead, the Hokage made a guttural noise that sounded like a mix between a choke and a squeal, and then he stopped sheepishly when both Madara and Tobirama sent him unimpressed glances. Hannah and Gerra joined in on the silent chastisement after catching on when they heard him stop.

He legit sounded like an enthusiastic pig. Hannah sighed, silently wishing there were pork chops at the table as she reached a little lower to get to the seaweed.

"Seaweed? Really?" Gerra muttered.

Hannah glanced at her with empathy, "We'll eat it at the same time, in one go."

They both glanced at their temporary wardens. Hashirama looked ecstatic. Clearly he was making excited comments to his younger brother, who was also watching them closely and suspiciously.

"They have no clue what we want, do they? All I wanted was to read a manga." Gerra sniffed, gazing at the seaweed in dismay.

Hannah understood completely. "I just want to have my ankle healed. And to be my normal size again."

"I want my mom." Gerra mumbled.

"Same."

They both sighed heavily.

"But you know what? We'll get neither of those if we let ourselves die from starvation." With new resolve, Hannah stood upright on her working foot, her end of the seaweed held firmly in her hands.

The self-pitying look in Gerra's eyes turned into determination, and she nodded at Hannah, reaching for the other end of the seaweed. They split it in half in a second, wanting to get it over with before they both lost motivation.

The two, with their flushed red faces, looked at each other, before glancing at the seaweed, and then back at each other. A drop of sweat slid down Hannah's anxious face.

"Snowflake over there is watching so we need assert force and defiance." Hannah informed, using a code name for the Senju that was obviously trying to decode their foreign gibberish.

"The White Demon doesn't trust us." Gerra mentioned, also knowing better than to use his actual name or obvious gestures, though she used a more appropriate code name on account of how he'd treated them, "You saw how upset he was when Fire Shadow brought in food for us! Who knows when our next meal will be?"

Hannah nodded in agreement, "Let's make the most of this."

"On three."

"One."

"Two."

"Three!" They shouted at the same time, scarfing their respective meals down in seconds.

Seconds after those seconds, Gerra was convulsing on her back as she tried to choke it down and Hannah was crying.

"They love it! They're eating all of it! I knew they would!" Hashirama cheered, turning to look at Tobirama.

The younger glared back at the insinuation that he was wrong, "I didn't say they wouldn't like it. I said that we shouldn't be feeding spies."

"Oh, hush."

"Senju Idiots. They clearly hate it."

"You're being silly, Madara. Why would they eat it so quickly if they hated it?"

"The blonde one is dying." Madara tilted his head at Gerra, who had managed to swallow the food and was now fighting to hold in it. She was still convulsing.

"She's just hungry for more." Hashirama dismissed, "Monkey, can you go get some more?" He requested of an ANBU hidden in the room.

Tobirama looked horrified, "You're plan to feed them again? Brother, they're not our guests, they're intruders in our village!"

"As if they'd eat more, anyhow." Madara scoffed.

"Which is why I'm saying—"

"Don't take it as agreement with you, Senju. It's more that they won't be able to eat more than they won't want to. Not that they'll want to." Madara raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. If he was a creature capable of feeling pity, Madara would've looked at their green faces and teary eyes with utmost compassion.

"I don't recall asking you, Uchiha."

"Tobirama, don't be mean!" Hashirama chided lightly, still feeling giddy as he reached for the porcelain plate. Only the best for the Hokage. Monkey had returned, and as soon as Hashirama took the plate from him, he disappeared back into whichever corner of the room he came from.

Madara rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. These two were useless, huh. No wonder it took so long for him to agree to found this village. The Uchiha headed for Mito's for advice instead. A real fuuinjutsu expert would know what to do. Not Tobirama's half-baked Senju Shit.

Seriously, he makes one legendary jutsu using fuuinjutsu and suddenly thinks he's on top of the world. Hashirama was no better, having the brawn for it, but not the brains.

Said Hokage smiled whimsically down at the rice balls, peeling the seaweed off each one carefully.

Then he turned to stare at the two miniature humans with a certain glint in his eye.

"Brother, don't gi—!"

Hashirama abruptly slammed a hand on the table for the support as he leaned forward, dangling more seaweed in front of them, "Seconds, anyone? Would you like more rice balls, too? You ate it rather quickly! This is your favorite, though, isn't it?" He wiggled the seaweed closer, smirking conspiratorially.

Hannah tried to communicate using charades, making a vomiting motion to express disapproval. Gerra actually vomited on the papers that they were sitting on as soon as the smell hit her.

"No!" The Hokage gasped, snatching them up off of it and onto the flat desk. His pupils contracted in horror while his hands shook, "I spent all of yesterday signing these!"

Tobirama glowered at him but didn't say a word, though his entire aura reeked of nothing but 'I freaking told you!'

Madara had silently left for a while, but when he finally returned, it was with a bottle of ink and scrolls.

There was no use asking either of these idiot Senju for any help at all.

That became clear when he saw the mess on the Hokage's papers. Hashirama was freaking out, looking on the verge of collapsing into a fetal position in one of his normal bouts of depression, and Tobirama was doing nothing to help. He was glaring judgmentally.

The Uchiha sighed through his nose and let his eyes roll to the ceiling, before he set his burden on the table, reached for the top five papers on the stack, and released them above the trash, letting them float inside gently. The new top paper was clean and presentable.

Hashirama gazed at him in wonder, sparkles in his eyes.

"These are rat-sized weaklings. Why would their disgusting, rat-sized vomit soil a whole two-feet stack of papers?"

"What a miracle-worker." Hashirama breathed.

Tobirama scoffed.

Gerra had stopped convulsing just moments ago, and now was back in her senses, she could make an escape attempt. No more torturing her with seafood. She looked at Hannah to see if she had stopped crying enough to run, and though she still had tears in her eyes, Hannah nodded back with determination.

Gerra looked up to evaluate the situation overhead just in time to see Madara reach for her with a gloved hand.

"No!" But it was too late. He got her arm and was dragging her away.

"I've got you!" Hannah cried, holding onto Gerra's waist with a grip like iron. There'd be no tearing them apart. Not in this life or the next. That was certain!

Madara shook Hannah off like a fly.

Then he said something to Hashirama in Japanese, unfurling a piece of parchment and laying it out on the table. His brunette ally promptly leaned over the scrolls, skimmed his eyes down the familiar handwritten characters, and began writing—or drawing, rather, on another scroll; Something like a seal.

To the two girls, it looked like a crudely drawn circle with a bunch of squiggly lines coming from it, but they knew better than that.

Hannah gasped in horror, "Gerra!"

Gerra reached for her in terror, "Help me! They're gonna seal me, I can feel it!"

Madara used his thumb and pinky finger to hold her legs down, using his ring and index fingers to pin her arms. Then, still reading his wife's message, Hashirama weaved a single hand sign — Hebi — and the seal glowed gold around the fearful girl that was trying to bite Madara's fingers.

The Uchiha Leader didn't seem to mind it being so close to his hand, though Gerra started thrashing.

She caught and chewed at his black glove when the golden characters that made up the seal started rising and wrapping around her, starting from the feet, and going up. She had to escape. She just had to!

Hannah and her broken ankle frantically tried to shimmy over to them, just Tobirama grabbed her and held her up while Hashirama unfurled another scroll, before getting to writing on that one, too.

Was she going to be sealed to?

They struggled, and struggled, and struggled. And when Gerra managed to tear a hole in Madara's glove, he decided he'd had enough.

"They don't need to be awake for this, do they?"

"..No." Hashirama said absentmindedly.

"Good."

And it was darkness for them once more.