Rubbing my eyes and groaning for the umpteenth time this afternoon, Madara explains to me yet again who his worst enemy is.

"Harashima... I hate that bastard... yet, he's so POWERFUL... how can he be stronger than me? One day I'll wipe Konoha from the face of the earth and... "(Blah blah blah, I'm going to skip this part. Sorry.)

"So, if you hate him so much, why do you bring him up at every possible moment?" If I didn't start talking my head might explode.

"Because, Uchiha thrive off hatred. We need to be reminded of our inborn hate at every possible moment! If I forget, I may become weak." He sounded like an opinionated politician. It made me gag.

"Why do you hate him?" Keep talking.

"Because he's a descendant of the younger son of Rikudo Sennin. I'm an Uchiha, a descendant of the elder son of Rikudo Sennin. We are fated to hate each other forever..." Man, he sounded ominous.

"What did the younger and elder son do to hate each other so much?"

"The younger son was chosen to receive his father's title over the elder son, and my ancestor never forgave him." Is that seriously it?

"... Can I say something obvious and you'll try not to flip out about it?"

"Sure."

"That's completely petty. If his younger brother got chosen, his father must have thought he would do a better job, right?" Sounds reasonable, no?

"You don't know how serious this is! Rikudo Sennin was the greatest ninja who's ever lived! The elder son was more powerful, yet Rikudo Sennin chose the weaker one! It's an outrage!"

"Stop yelling in my ear please."

"You don't get it..." He carried on.

"Yes I do. The elder son may have been stronger, but obviously the younger son had something he didn't. Plus, it's not his fault his father chose him, is it?" Madara, in chibi form on my shoulder, glared at me. I was having a hard time not laughing since he was practically in my face.

"You don't ge-" He suddenly narrowed his eyes, and stared intensely on... my eyes? No, more like around them. Madara gasped and turned white, then jumped off, ran to the corner, and looked like he was ready to kill me.

"What is it now?" Ugh, he's driving me insane. Where's Deidara when you need him?

"YOU HAVE THOSE MARKS..." Huh?

"Huh?"

"Those lines under your eyes... HE had them..." I put my fingers to my face, than figured it out. I have tear troughs under my eyes, but is he seriously freaking out over them?

"So? That doesn't mean anyt-" Turning full sized, Madara grabbed my left hand and inspected it. After like, 8 minutes of staring absent-minded at my hand, he finally took a deep breath of apparent relief and sat down on the couch.

"What the hell was that about?" He looked like a creeper when he did that, so my outrage was justified.

"I had to check your hand for a certain birthmark that all Senju have." Petty as hell much?

"I have one on my RIGHT hand if that's what you'r-" Again, he rushed over, grabbed my OTHER hand, and inspected it. This time though, he grinned before walking back to the couch and sitting down. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN? First my tear troughs, (which by the way make me look hawt) and now a stupid birth mark? Ok, now I'll just wait for him to explain... So I stared at him impatiently.

"Hm?" He looked over casually, like nothing happened.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Uchiha and Senju have birthmarks on their hands or feet indicating their strength. You have an Uchiha mark... heh, I was worried for a second. Don't do that again Chelsea." He turned on the tv and started watching the Discovery Channel. I walked over and sat right next to him, grabbed the remote and turned the tv off, them put the stupid thing on the other side of the couch where he couldn't reach it.

"You're explaining NOW." I hissed that last part. He understood.

"Simple. I mistook you for a Senju, turns out it was a false alarm..." ... Ok, something's up. He does this when he's stalling me! No wonder he's being so melodramatic. So I got up, and headed towards my room hoping if there was damage, it was minimal. Madara stood as well and forced me to sit back down on the couch.

"Ok, be honest with me Madara. What did you break and how much did it cost? In other words, how fancy did it look?" He looked at me like I was insane. Then, the buzzard slowly grinned and let me go.

"Go see for yourself." That made my skin crawl a little. He said it smoothly, in that tone that either sounds attractive, or horribly creepy. As a reached my door, I contemplated if I really wanted to know. I could just walk away and pretend nothing happened... But then if the damage was bad, Mum would find it first and freak out. So I turned the knob and PRAYED it wasn't my Mp3 Player.

Looking in, I saw... ok, what the hell? On the floor there was this bag I don't remember being there... seems Madara is smuggling things in the house again. There was a note in Madara's handwriting that simply stated 'For Chelsea', so I assumed this is what he was stalling me for. Picking it up, I noticed pointy lumps at the bottom of it. Opening the top flap, I looked inside cautiously.

Play Dough. About 20 pounds of fucking Play Dough. Is this supposed to be a joke about my clay bombs?

I usually can keep my temper. I usually can control myself. This was too far. I walked calmly at first into the living room to spot Madara laughing his butt off. I lunged and tackled that buzzard and attempted to strangle him! Of course, I didn't get very far. About 3 seconds later, I found myself hanging on the wall like a portrait, except instead of a nail for a hanger it was kunai. I don't even know where it cam from!

"Alright, I went too far I see..." I looked at him. I can be quite scary when I look at people, because I look at their eyes. Best part of this moment was that I could pick out his pupils. Ha.

"Was your first clue the death lunge or my hands around your throat Mada-kun?" He froze at "kun". I never called him by that before, not even before he could go non-chibi. He quickly sobered up.

"I'd say the pissed look on your face milliseconds before the death lunge, Chelsea-chan." WHAT? HOW DARE HE CALL ME "CHAN"! Jeez, if there's one thing I hate it's when people make up stupid nacknames for me! "chan" is the worst because it rhymes (As of the Killer Bee, I can never hear a rhyme without shuddering, except in music. I can hardly stand rap now either. Stupid Hachibi Jinchuriki.)... Ok, back to the current pandemic.

"Uh-huh. Well, put me down please. I'd like to get going, I have places to be." I said "please" because it's the only thing that works with this madman. He put me down as Deidara walked in.

"Hey, hnn. Did I miss much?" I got a devilish idea, and went to my room. Grabbing the Play Dough filled bag, I headed towards the living room again when Madara snatched the bag and disappeared! I never get to have any fun darn it! Insert Frowning Face Here

"So, I'm assuming something happened, hnn?" Deidara obviously saw the kunai in the wall. So I explained things, and he seemed pissed off too.

"Anyways, speaking of Play Dough, want to go out and get some more clay? I saw this place downtown that sells pure sodium. It might take some convincing, but we can get it with a little persuasion." I smirked just a little at the thought of terrifying the shop owner.

"Sure, hnn." We left at that. Madara came into the living room, looking notably depressed. I think he's kind of jealous I spend a lot of time with Deidara, it's obvious he likes me too. How do I know this? I put cameras in every room of the house. Insert Smiley Face Here

Anywho, once downtown, Deidara and I plotted revenge since Madara completely insulted our style, and apparently replaced all our clay with Play Dough. Oh yes, this would be sweet, sweet revenge. The kind that makes you feel bubbly and giddy because it's so perfect.

Upon getting home and making sure Madara was out, we hid every last one of his weapons. The kunai, the katana, the shuriken, and his war fan. Then, I told my Mum that I was spending the weekend at a friend's house. (This was done so I wouldn't be in the path of Madara's blind rage.) As I packed up for the weekend, I almost felt bad, but then I remembered all of the shit he had put me through in the past week and decided this was nothing compared to it. I will compile a list for my eager readers:

Ate my whole candy stash in an hour. (There was more than five pounds of candy. That's just not natural!)

Tripped me 5 times just because I make a cute sounding noise when I fall.

Scared the crud out of this guy because he flirted with me. (Poor boy was crying.)

Emotionally scarred the only girl I like as a friend for life by Mangekyou'ing her. (We aren't friends anymore.)

And he Dissed. My. Clay.

So, I took the invite to a sleepover party I had gotten and tried to have a good time. I had a horrible nagging feeling of guilt the whole time. Upon returning Sunday, I came in verryyyy slowlyyyyyy. He might be waiting in ambush. I continued through the house, because it wasn't just a house anymore, it was dangerous No-Man's Land. One wrong move and I was finished.

After making it all the way to my bedroom's door, I felt a strange sense of sadness. It took away all my nervousness and anxiety. I peered my head in and saw Madara sitting on his bed, staring out the window. I knew he noticed I was there, but he acted like he didn't. I made some noise on purpose, but he still didn't acknowledge my existence. He was giving me the silent treatment, wasn't he? I pulled together all my guts and sat next to him. He didn't even look in my direction. Now I felt horrible, it was obvious I hurt his pride somehow.

"Madara senpai? Hey... please look at me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He looked at me now, I couldn't read his expression so I shut up, hoping he would say something.

"Do something akin to this again and I'll lock you in the laundry room for a WEEK. And no one will know you're there." Ok, sad attempt at a threat, but... I hate how he can make me feel horrible, like, anytime he wants to. So I just nodded without saying anything. After 15 minutes of silence, he gave me a hug and we both got up and went on with whatever Sunday held for us.

(Notes:

Yes, Madara and I sleep in the same room. Yes, he likes me. Yes, we've hugged a few times. But SERIOUSLY, it's not like we do anything. Get your minds out of the gutter!

Also, the whole thing with Deidara teaching me died within a few days. Madara is still my senpai and and we have moved on to dangerous stuff that I can't tell you about. Sorry.)