The wrapping paper tears once again. Naruto grimaces. It's not like she's trying to wrap a difficult shape. The box just seems to spit in her eye every time she dares to try. She knows she'll regret it, but she looks over to the expertly wrapped bike resting against the wall near the Christmas tree.

Of course, Madara couldn't settle for just a bow. His nephew's new bike is completely encased in immaculate wrapping paper; not a wrinkle or unnecessary fold in sight. It's practically begging her to poke a hole in it.

Naruto inches toward it, but a voice warns her, "Don't even think about it."

Turning toward the source of the voice, she wonders how Madara snuck into the living room without making a sound. Naruto bluntly asks, "Are you a witch?"

Without skipping a beat, he answers, "Only during business hours."

Gesturing to his latest monument to superiority, Naruto posits, "Did you wrap this during business hours?"

"Perhaps," he replies while hiding his grin behind his mug. "You seem to be having a bit of trouble."

Naruto scowls and hides her latest failure behind her back. She denies, "Not really."

"I could be persuaded to help...for compensation, of course," Madara nonchalantly suggests. He watches as her face contorts from hopeful to suspicious, and back again.

The half-wrapped box behind her and the pile of Christmas presents off to the side mock her. It'll take forever to wrap them all based on how long she has already spent on the first box. Who knows what he might ask in exchange, though. "Suppose I take you up on your offer...whaddya want?"

"Skip the eggnog drinking contest—"

Naruto protests, "But that's a tradition!"

"So, too, is wrapping presents."

Glancing at the accusatory pile of unwrapped presents, she tries to bargain, "What if I just bow out at the end?"

Madara shakes his head in the negative. "My terms are final."

"Fine," she grumbles and pushes the pile toward him. "I definitely would've won this time, just so ya know!"

Holding a hand out for the tube of wrapping paper, Madara retorts, "Hashirama spikes it every year, so I highly doubt that."

Naruto gapes as the tube slides out of her hand. "I thought it tasted funny!"

"One would think that would stop you from drinking it," he comments as he begins to wrap the first box. Infinitely pleased that Naruto won't be grievously hungover the day after Christmas this year, Madara encases the box in paper, folds the edges and tapes it shut in under a minute.

Shocked to see him in action, Naruto gapes as she hands him the next gift. In under a half hour, her pile of gifts is wrapped so neatly that her family and friends won't believe she did it. Once they're all situated on her side of the Christmas tree, she says, "Now, I know you're a witch."

"It was a pleasure doing business with you," says Madara smugly before taking a sip from his mug.