Dinner's Drama

As they entered the BBQ restaurant, the scent of grilled meat and savory sauces filled the air. It was a lively place, with patrons chatting and laughing over sizzling grills. The aroma alone was enough to whet one's appetite.

Yujiro and Raikou found his friends already seated at a large, circular table. The group was a diverse mix of personalities and backgrounds.

"How are you doing, guys? Where's the meat?" Yujiro asked as he sat Raikou sat beside him.

Izuna, with a soft smile, greeted Yujiro and Raikou with a high five. While Tobirama, the more reserved of the two brothers, acknowledged their arrival with a nod.

Madara, with his air of regal confidence. He smirked as he had a beautiful woman sat beside him. He greeted them with a smile, "Hn."

Hashirama, in contrast, had a jovial and warm demeanor.

He greeted Yujiro and Raikou with a hearty laugh and a clap on the back, "Yujiro, I heard you had a spar with Madara. Why didn't invite me too!? I think have something new to try, haa, haa?"

Yujiro replied while smirking, "Hahaha, I'll take up on your offer, Hashirama!

Maybe we'll include both of your brothers, what do you say, Madara? Of course, we'll play at their level."

Madara nodded and added a remark, "Hn, that will be intersting. It will be like old times, Hashirama! I'm sure Izuna and I will win, and show the might of Uchiha."

Hashirama retorted with a smile, "The last time I check, it seems Tobirama and I had one additional win against you guy, heh."

Madara shouted while slamming the tables, "That's because Tobirama was cheating! Humph!"

Then Mito, with radiant and graceful walk, came and sat beside Hashirama. Her smile was welcoming, and her red hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back.

She nodded to all of them, "I'm sorry for being late. Ara, who's that girl beside you, Madara? What's this beautiful girl's name?"

The girl appeared quite apathetic and emotionally detached, her facial expressions almost never reflecting anything.

She replied, "Hi, my name's Uchiha Kyoka. The first child, and only daughter born to Kyūya Uchiha. Madara had begged me to come to the dinner with him and here I am."

Madara shouted, "OI, I didn-".

But before Madara could respond, Yujiro's boisterous laughter filled the air, punctuating the moment. "HAHAHAHA! OI, MADARA, DO YOU WANT ME TO TEACH YOU HOW TO CATCH A GIRL!? IT SEEMS YOU'RE HAVING A HARD TIME!"

Madara, never one to back down from a challenge, activated his Sharingan, his crimson eyes radiating intensity. "YUJIRO!! COME AND FIGHT ME!"

Yujiro, playing along with the theatrics, allowed his aura to flare, his hair dancing around him as he prepared to engage in their mock battle, "Do you think I'm afraid!?"

Then, like it was a gag, the two of them erupted into laughter, their outbursts echoing through the restaurant.. The people at the table can only sigh and give up on these two men that sometimes act like a tempered children.

Then, Yuko finally came into the BBQ restaurant. As she scanned the room for Yujiro, her eyes landed on a stunning woman seated beside him, their interactions seemingly intimate.

A whirlwind of thoughts and emotions churned within Yuko's mind. She couldn't help but wonder if Yujiro had invited this woman to humiliate her.

But her doubts were swiftly dispelled as Yujiro stood and warmly called out to her, "Yuko! You've finally arrived. What took you so long? It's just a casual dinner."

Yujiro's voice was inviting, and he introduced Raikou with a casual demeanor, "Yuko, meet Raikou. Raikou, meet Yuko."

Then both of their faces immediately seemed colder for some reason. Their smiles didn't reach their ears and both of them was making a confusing and questioning look.

It seemed a storm was coming!

As Yujiro introduced Raikou and Yuko to each other, an air of tension seemed to settle around the table. The initial warmth and camaraderie had dissipated, replaced by an unspoken sense of competition and scrutiny.

Yuko, the elegant and beautiful woman who had shared an intimate bath with Yujiro just hours ago, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she looked at Raikou. She was well aware of Yujiro's overbearing and arrogant personality, and the thought that he might have other women in his life gnawed at her.

On the other hand, Raikou, who had been confident in her relationship with Yujiro, felt a twinge of insecurity as she observed Yuko. The luxurious woman had an aura of grace and confidence that was hard to ignore, and Raikou couldn't help but wonder what had transpired between her and Yujiro during their time alone.

The rest of the group sensed the tension but chose to remain silent, not wanting to exacerbate the situation. Izuna, Tobirama, Madara, Hashirama, and Mito exchanged cautious glances, each aware of the potential powder keg that had just been ignited.

Tobirama, trying to ease the atmosphere, cleared his throat and spoke to Hashirama in a low voice, "Ani-chan, remember our last spar with them? You nearly turned their world upside down."

Hashirama nodded, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, and I'm sure Madara still holds a grudge about that. Maybe tonight, we'll give him a taste of déjà vu."

Madara, overhearing their conversation, couldn't resist but interject with a sly grin, "Oh, Tobirama, planning to cheat again, are you?"

Tobirama chuckled, "Only if it's the only way to keep things interesting."

Izuna, trying to lighten the mood, chimed in with his characteristic hearty laugh. "Come on, guys, we're here to enjoy some barbecue, not start a war! Save your battles for the training grounds."

Mito, her smile warm and reassuring, added, "That's right. We're all friends here. Let's not ruin the evening with needless rivalry."

While Kyoka as a reserved person, just calmly ate the meats that had been prepared, 'Oh, this is quite tasty. Maybe I'll bring my friends later.'

Yujiro, ever the overbearing and arrogant figure, seemed to relish the tension as he continued to playfully banter with Madara and Hashirama. His laughter echoed through the restaurant, though it held a hint of mischief.

"Hahaha! Madra, are you scared Hashirama and I will bring the roof down? I thought you were the one who said you wanted to try something new!"

Madara chuckled heartily in response, "Well, you two can bring the roof down, but only if you promise to pay for the damages! And I'm not scared, just excited for the show!"

Hashirama, shaking his head with an exasperated smile, remarked, "I swear, Madara, your definition of excitement is truly unique."

Raikou and Yuko exchanged polite greetings, their smiles strained but civil. They both knew that Yujiro was a force of nature, and they had inadvertently been drawn into his orbit.

As the evening progressed, the group settled into a rhythm of conversation, though it was clear that the two women were vying for Yujiro's attention in their own subtle ways.

Raikou would lean in closer to Yujiro, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his arm as she spoke. Her voice, soft and alluring, seemed to pull him into her orbit.

Yuko, on the other hand, engaged Yujiro in animated conversation, regaling him with stories and anecdotes that showcased her intelligence and wit. She laughed at his jokes, her laughter ringing like a sweet melody in his ears.

Madara and Hashirama continued their playful rivalry, each trying to outdo the other in their banter and jests. Izuna and Tobirama, the quieter members of the group, observed the dynamics with a hint of amusement.

Amidst the laughter and conversation, the tension between Raikou and Yuko remained palpable. It was a silent battle for Yujiro's affections, and neither woman seemed willing to back down.

Yujiro, ever the self-assured figure, reveled in the attention from both women. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes dancing with amusement as he allowed himself to be the center of their unspoken rivalry.

Meanwhile, Raikou and Yuko engaged in a subtle but fierce banter, each trying to outshine the other in their bid to capture Yujiro's attention.

Raikou's voice, smooth as silk, purred with sensuality as she commented on Yujiro's strength and charisma. "You know, Yujiro, I've always been drawn to powerful men. There's just something irresistible about them."

Yuko, not to be outdone, responded with a teasing smile, "True, Raikou, strength is undeniably attractive. But Yujiro isn't only brawl without brain. Don't you agree, Yujiro?"

Yujiro, enjoying their playful rivalry, played along. "Well, ladies, I must say I'm flattered by your attention."

Raikou leaned in closer, her breath brushing against Yujiro's ear as she whispered seductively, "Perhaps we should continue this conversation in a more...private setting."

Yuko, not one to back down, countered with a sly grin, "Or maybe we should let Yujiro decide which of us is truly his match."

Their exchange of words continued to escalate, turning into a full-fledged battle of charm. Raikou and Yuko were like two skilled duelists, each parrying and thrusting with their words, trying to gain the upper hand in Yujiro's eyes.

Raikou's voice took on a sultrier tone as she said, "Yujiro, I must admit, I find your strength utterly captivating. There's an air of dominance about you that's impossible to ignore. You must love your woman to be strong, no?"

Yuko countered, her voice laced with playful mischief, "Strength may be appealing, Raikou, but a keen mind is equally seductive. Don't you think, Yujiro?"

Yujiro chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the attention. "You ladies make it difficult for me to choose. But let's not forget, there's more to a person than just strength or wit."

As the night wore on, their banter grew more intense, each woman trying to outdo the other with witty remarks and alluring glances. It was a high-stakes game of flirtation, and neither Raikou nor Yuko was willing to concede defeat.

Madara, who had been quietly observing the spectacle, couldn't help but be entertained by their antics.

He leaned over to Hashirama and whispered, "Hashirama, it seems our dinner has turned into a battle of who can catch Yujiro's attention."

Hashirama chuckled in response, his eyes twinkling with amusement, "Indeed, Madara. Who would have thought that Yujiro would be the unwitting prize in this competition?"

Mito, sitting beside Hashirama, couldn't help but join in the fun.

She turned to Yujiro and said with a mischievous smile, "Yujiro, you've managed to capture the attention of two remarkable women tonight. It must be quite the ego boost."

Yujiro, never one to shy away from attention, grinned back at Mito. "Well, I do enjoy a challenge. But let's not forget, it's all good and fun before something bad happened."

Madara, seated across to Yujiro, couldn't help but chuckle under his breath as he watched the two women's efforts.

He leaned over and whispered to Yujiro, "Looks like you've got your hands full tonight, my friend."

Yujiro smirked and replied just whispered loud enough for Madara to hear, "At least my hands are full, Madara. What about Kyoka? Don't tell me, you're that weak of a man."

Madara looked at Kyoka and turned his head towards Yujiro again, "It's not like that! I will let you know that, me, Uchiha Madara, is very good looking.

But Kyoka lost almost all of her families during the Warring State. I-I want to make sure, she'll be truly happy with me. That's why I take the longer route."

Yujiro eyes gleamed at Madara's revelation, "Then, I wish you all the best, my friend."

The two friends shared a knowing nod, fully aware of the situation unfolding before them. But as the night wore on, the cold war for Yujiro's affections continued, with no clear winner in sight.