Un beta'd version
True to Izuna's word, Madara was at the lake—well, asides from the fact that it wasn't exactly a lake anymore. It was more of a… you see, Madara, out of spontaneous ingenuity, had decided to heat the lukewarm waters with a Katon jutsu, instantly transforming it into a steaming hotspring and, after removing his daily attire, promptly descended into the waters.
It was a comfortable place, the heat had soothed his senses, relaxed him and all in all, he was quite content with it.
That is, until a few shy, insipid Hyuuga women with stalker-like tendencies decided to perch atop the trees nearby and activated their Byakugan in order to get a glimpse of the oh-so-legendary sex god Madara Uchiha. It took awhile for the man to realise it himself, being immersed in the serene vapours and well, contemplating on just how blissful it is to spend a few relieving hours on his own, away from his mayhem of a life. It was not only when he detected a faint rustle in the leaves that it dawned on him he was being watched, his privacy being intruded upon.
The next few stalkers were far more conspicuous: kunoichi's of the Inuzuka Clan and quite literally nosy. Madara could easily hear their irritating giggles as well as the barking of their distasteful dogs.
"Look… he's so hot! Kya! I bet he'll like me better than you!" He heard one boast to another.
Delusional fangirls, he snorted to himself. As if he, the vastly venerated, smoking sexy Madara Uchiha would ever stoop so low as to take interest of women of an inferior clan. Unthinkable.
And so he continued to bathe nonchalantly in the waters.
Then things escalated quickly, a few kunoichi's of the Sarutobi clan actually came out of hiding and pursed to unfasten their garments, which provoked the lot of Inuzuka women who were swooning over his alluring physique.
He felt a woman's hand on his back and turned around. She was rather plain looking—not necessarily ugly but, well, not particularly attractive either—with soft brain hair and big blue entreating eyes that made Madara shiver uncontrollably from unease.
Then another hand, this time one of the timorous Hyuuga women, although she most certainly had some valuable assets (nominally her titanic bosoms) and milky pale eyes, she was all in all, not his type.
That was when the terror had truly begun, apparently there had been Akimichi women there as well and after seeing the gorgeously steaming Madara Uchiha being approached by more and more women, stripped off their gargantuan gowns and plunged into the waters, causing sizable splashes here and there.
"Madara-kun! Marry me!"
"Madara, let's go on a date!"
"Oh Maddie Maddie, come home with me tonight!"
All of a sudden, Madara found himself to be surrounded by women, showered by their caresses and smooches, bereaved of personal space and quite literally suffocating from the heat. Then afterwards, as if finally coming into recognition of their endless competitors, the women's saccharine sentiments started to grow more colourful.
"Get off him you bitch, Madara is mine!"
"No he's mine, you worthless cunt!"
"He's mine!"
"No, mine!"
"None of you ugly wenches deserve him, Madara-kun and I would be together forever!"
"Get off him!" One of them—by now, Madara could no longer tell apart who's who (not that he ever could, given their profuse numbers)—pushed the other out of the way, whilst another, possibly one of the Inuzuka women, started clawing her way towards him.
"One more touch and I'll kill you!" An Akimichi woman bellowed.
"I'll kill you, you fat bitch!" A Sarutobi woman yelled back at her.
The Akimichi woman, upon hearing someone insult her on her weight, was incensed and swallowed a food pill, sensing the pugnaciousness of the opposition, the Sarutobi woman, in turn, started weaving a few hand signs.
A Hyuuga woman pulled a Juuken stance underwater.
Another kunoichi from an unrecognizable clan whipped out a few shurikens.
"Will you stop?!" Madara finally mustered the frustration to blurt out. "I ain't going home with any of you!"
Except no one was listening to him anymore, each and every one of them had their malignant gaze fixed on someone—the air was populated with belligerent tension.
Kami save me… Madara pleaded inwardly for some extraneous source of relief.
A/N: Dun, dun, dun! Madara suffers from a horde of fangirls XD
I'm planning on writing more special editions and am planning on featuring them with Hashirama/ Izuna, Madara/ Mito and Hashirama/ Naori. Any other, better, suggestions? :)
Also, I've written a Tobirama/ Mito fic called 'Enigma', which in my opinion is my best work so far, could you all check it out please? :P
On another note, sadly, this story is coming to an end- it's not there yet but the end is coming ;( Probably another 10 chapters. Or not. Depending on my source of inspiration :D Leave a note if you would like to see this story extended!
