Welp. I decided to throw my hat into the ring since I read all the internet has to offer for MadaNaru. Hopefully, these drabbles will reignite some interest in the pairing and motivate the authors of some masterpieces to finish them. I mostly just let the creative spirit take hold since I usually don't have a plot in mind when writing. That said, if you have a prompt, I'll do my best to fulfill it!
"You're old."
An unimpressed Sharingan glares at the uninvited guest in his lair. "Boy, why have you brought this brat here?"
His impudent clansman ignores him completely to rifle through his belongings. Not intimidated in the slightest, the ankle-biter scales his throne and reaches for his hair. He swats the grubby hands away and tries again, "Boy, you'd best answer me…"
Unfortunately, only the obnoxious child is interested in talking. He seems to have inadvertently opened the flood gates. "You're the oldest person I've ever seen! How old are you? 'Cuz you look ancient. How do you still have this much hair when you're so old? You're really pale, too. How long have you been down here? Will I be staying down here, too? Do you like ramen? What's your favorite flavor?" The questions keep coming and his patience is thinning by the second.
Luckily for her, Obito decides to intervene before he could make her regret attempting to brush aside the hair obscuring the right side of his face, again. Radiating amusement through that ridiculous mask of his, Obito hauls the child off him. He places her in front of the chair and shares the worst news Madara has heard in a long time, "Gramps, meet your new roommate, Uzumaki Naruto."
Since when did the Uzumaki diversify enough to have blonde hair? She waves and chirps, "Hi, gramps!"
Madara hisses, "I refuse." The boy has the gall to scoff. He gently nudges the girl away from them and she scurries out of his sight. She's probably going to break something.
"You'll get lonely without someone to keep you company."
"Just who do you think you're talking to?"
"A stubborn, old man." Madara's eye narrows but Obito continues unbothered, "She needs someone to look after her while I infiltrate that group in Amegakure."
"I have no patience for children."
"Trust me, I know. However, you might change your mind since she's the jinchuuriki for the Kyuubi."
Madara doesn't get much time to process that last statement before he feels a presence alarmingly close behind him. Despite the shock of blonde hair, the girl is surprisingly stealthy. He must be losing his touch if the girl managed to climb the back of the stone chair, and get close enough to grab a handful of spiky white hair, without him noticing. He leans out of reach before she can claim her prize. Undeterred, she follows him. She loses her balance and falls over the top of the chair, but Obito catches her.
He adjusts his hold and balances her on a hip. She freezes as if stunned, before throwing her arms around Obito's neck and latching onto him with a desperation that disgusts Madara. Obito pats her back and insists, "We need her for the plan, don't we? Think of how much trouble this saves us down the road!"
"And what of Konoha? Surely, they didn't let you just walk away with her."
Through the eye hole in the mask, his Mangekyo swirls, and he preens, "No worries on that front since I've been getting better with Kamui. No one will come looking for her here, and I doubt she wants to go back after how they treated her. Better still, here's a fresh audience for your long, repetitive stories. When you get tired of that, well, you're almost ready to kick the bucket anyway, right?"
If Madara was physically capable of putting the insolent boy in his place he would. Unfortunately, he must settle for a threat, "I'll remember that tone once you've revived me, child." Unconcerned, Obito shrugs a shoulder and walks back to where he was disrupting his belongings. He gently lowers the girl to the ground, before holding an over-sized shirt up to her chest. The youth mumbles something before calling out, "I have to go and get her some clothes. Could you entertain Naruto for a bit?"
Madara will do no such thing and is about to tell him so when Obito activates Kamui and teleports elsewhere. The girl skips over to him and climbs into his lap. She looks at him expectantly and grins, "I like stories."
Madara sighs like he never has before.
