As close to a song fic as I will ever get.
Among the many reasons he and Naruto were evicted from their apartment complex, her love for holidays must have been one of the main ones. While having an interest is perfectly fine, she makes sure that everyone else gets into the spirit—whether they want to or not.
Madara rolls his eyes as today's holiday-appropriate selection blares throughout their house. Apparently, it's from a cartoon. He can't remember the name, but the nonsensical lyrics are beginning to stick in his brain as the song begins it's twentieth replay since Naruto left it on repeat.
It's shaping up to be a wonderful holiday
Not your normal, average, everyday
He would get up to shut the stereo off, but it's in the middle of the mess the living room has become as Naruto decorates. Besides, he's trying to get some work done.
People seem a little more brotherly
Here's a special something to you from me
Even the trash on Christmas smells sweetly
This Christmas feels like the very first Christmas to me
At this point, it's more white noise than anything.
Chestnuts roasting and burns in the third degree
Tonight things are as good as they seem to be
A star on top will complete all the scenery
This Christmas feels like the very first Christmas to me
"This Christmas feels like the very first Christmas to me," says Madara, under his breath.
A box of ornaments crashes to the ground behind him. He turns to see Naruto grinning maniacally in the doorway to his office. Her excitement is palpable. "Did you just—"
"No," he vehemently denies and turns back around.
Approaching his desk chair, Naruto prods. "It sounded an awful lot like you—"
"No."
"—were singin' my favorite christmas song, ya know," she finishes. Resting her hands on his shoulders and her cheek atop his head, she leans forward onto him.
Trying to focus on his computer screen, Madara asserts. "Well, I wasn't."
Naruto embraces him from behind and sways them side to side as she whines, "A~w, come o~n. Won't ya sing for me again?"
Madara huffs, "I refuse."
"But you have such a lovely singin' voice," she wheedles.
"A pity," he says and pointedly types at his keyboard. When she stubbornly remains in place, he strongly hints that she's obstructing his work, "Don't you have a Christmas party to prepare for?"
"Fine," she sighs and releases him. He doesn't turn to look as her footsteps pad away. The box of ornaments rattles as she hefts it into her arms and steps a foot through the doorway. Leaning back into the room, she blurts, "But it's cool if I sign us up to go caroling, right?"
Madara whirls around to refuse, but she's already made a swift exit. With a groan, he gets back to work. It'll take a miracle to finish everything before Naruto drags him along on her haphazard holiday plans.