72 hours in hell
Today, Madara was not a happy man.
An annoyed sigh escaped his lips that were curled in a scowl and he leaned back in his chair, his eyes trained on the two boys sitting across from him. They stared back with wide, dark eyes and expectant expressions on their small faces, as if they waited for him to say something.
Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha. Both were acting as if they were the most harmless, innocent children in the world with flawless manners.
Their mother, Mikoto Uchiha, entered the room (a lovely woman, by the way. Too bad she was already married) and waved one last time at her sons before her departure. She gave both of them a hug, which looked actually quite painful, then looked up at Madara and smiled. "Again, thank you for helping out, Madara." Madara had to fight the urge to break into maniacal laughter at that; she said it as if he were sitting here on his own accord. Really, he wanted nothing more than to leave this place behind right now. Didn't she notice the scowl on his face?
The woman stopped in the door frame, turned around and bid them good bye, before her slender figure disappeared from sight. A faint "Bye" reached their ears, then the sound of a door slamming shut.
And the man called Madara Uchiha who had only lived short 34 years was left behind in hell.
"Oh really? Tell me why I should do that."
Madara propped his elbows on his desk, laced his fingers together and rested his head on his hands. His face was perfectly calm and didn't betray the slightest feeling. Inside, he was anything but calm, yet he learned early not to show weakness.
Fugaku cleared his throat, but didn't answer. Instead, he settled for glaring at him. "Hn." The older man smirked. His cousin's eyes narrowed.
"You know very well what I said. I don't like repeating myself, Madara" Fugaku replied eventually and even though he kept his emotionless mask, the other could tell that he was seething.
Their staring contest continued for a few minutes, then Madara declared "As much as I enjoy to see you in this desperate state, I have work to do. Important work. Find someone else."
The man's left eyebrow twitched just barely. "I can't. If I could I wouldn't be standing here. And I know you don't have anything to do right now. Or on the weekend. We both know you're only here to give your employees the impression that you're working."
Ah, he caught him. "Go and ask Izuna. He's more suited for the job." Now it was the younger male's time to smirk. "Actually, I already asked him. You, his brother, you, out of all people, should know of his sudden departure to Suna." Oh-oh, this was not going the way he wanted it to. "You could simply hire someone who earns their money with this crap." Fugaku shook his head and his dark brown hair fell into his eyes. "Mikoto doesn't want any strangers in her house."
Madara laughed and he couldn't help but mock his cousin. "You're whipped. Well anyway, doesn't your wife have any friends who are available this weekend?" he asked. There was still the slight hope that there was someone, anyone who could take his place.
"No. They all have something to do" responded the younger one. "You have to do it. If you don't do it willingly, I'll find a way to force you to."
Though he may not look like it, Fugaku was a person you shouldn't mess with. He was a man who kept his promises. Threats should be taken serious. Even Madara (who of course was far more superior than him) had to accept that.
So he had the choice. Either he volunteered, or a group of men would break into his house, drag him over to the Uchiha compound and lock him up there. Or maybe he'd find a way to sneak the two devils into his house and once they were there, there was no way in hell he'd get them out again.
Oh, how he hated it. He hated it to be in those kinds of situations. Damn it, he was the older one, he was more successful (AND more handsome) and yet he couldn't escape this fate. It was unfair. Of course, if the roles were reversed, he'd be greatly amused. But they weren't.
"Congratulations Madara. You have the great honor to babysit my sons. Hope you'll have fun."
The mere memory of that talk made his mood worsen. He had been here for approximately ten minutes and twenty-four seconds and he already hated this day.
He had to give the devils some credit. Two minutes had passed since their parents had fled the country and they were still sitting quietly on the ground. For Itachi that was nothing uncommon. People often told him that the child was a quiet and well-mannered, that he was very much like Madara in his younger days, just as much as Sasuke was supposed to be like Izuna. And that was the thing that Madara really dreaded.
Itachi, he could handle (he couldn't handle a child to save his life, but Itachi was easier to care for than others), but if Sasuke was anything like Izuna, this could get extremely difficult. And the man could very well remember how he and his little brother had acted at that age when they were stuck with a babysitter.
After a while of awkward silence, the brothers got up and glued themselves to the TV. Madara didn't mind too much; as long as they were distracted and not killing each other, everything was fine. The only thing that irked him and freaked him out a little bit was that he could feel their stares on him. He even caught them staring every once in a while.
They were still behaving. This was the quiet before the storm, they were lying in wait, waiting for the moment Madara would let his guard down. He brushed a strand of his long black hair out of his eye and knitted his eyebrows together.
His and Itachi's gazes clashed a split second and he could swear he saw an evil smile taking over his features. It was gone the next moment, but Madara knew what he'd seen.
Thirty-seven minutes and 3 seconds. Only 71 hours and about twenty-three minutes more to go.
I have too many ideas for new stories. Way too many. I had to write this one, because the idea just wouldn't leave me alone and before my inspiration and motivation were gone, I wrote it down.
Madara has somehow become one of my favorite characters. Don't ask me how that happened, it just did. It seems I like pretty much every Uchiha. D8
Well, I would really like to know what you think of this, so it'd would be very nice if you could drop a little review :) Please?
