"Don't see why you had to drag me along," Madara muttered, and glared when Hashirama turned an over-the-top sad expression on him, "it's cold, and I never liked your brother even back when we knew each other! Which was literal years ago! The feeling was mutual!"

Hashirama latched on to his arm and started to say something but Madara's attention was snared by the figure in shimmering wave-blues blurring through a graceful, twirling arch and landing with a spray of glittering ice shards. It took another few moments of staring, unable to drag his eyes off the lean muscle under the shimmering fabric as the man bent and leapt and turned before his gaze finally caught on the brilliant red tattoos and brighter red eyes, and he choked on his tongue, flushing as he instinctively tried to duck behind Hashirama.