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"Is this really necessary?" Hashi says.

Madara is going around their bedroom making the necessary fortifications: first he genjutsu'd the children to make sure they stay asleep. Next, he used his mokuton, which - while not as powerful as Hashi's and certainly not as good as when he was undead - he used to barricade the door (he would have rather Hashi do it, but she told him he was being stupid, and so it fell to him). Lastly, he puts up his Susanoo, a double layer of impenetrable blue chakra, one wall outside the bedroom and one bubble within.

Functionally, they're sitting in the Susanoo's armpit. The shoulder serves as the dome while the forearm serves as the wall.

Hashi huffs. "Ne. If you don't get over here I'm going to start without you."

"How are you going to do that?" Madara glances up and sees Hashi raise her eyebrows and makes exaggerated masturbating motions just above her pubis. Madara blinks. "Ah. I see."

Hashi flops on the bed. She had gotten naked earlier in anticipation of their lovemaking, but when Madara started trying to throw up a mokuton shield, she just sighed resigned and put back on her tank top. She turns her head sideways and calls out to Madara.

"Are you done yet? I promise you, she's not going to come in here again, not after what happened last time." (They were caught having sex when their daughter picked the lock to their room, after which time Hashi shrieked and punched Madara in the face.)

"I'm just going over the fortifications. There could still be weak points."

"She's five and she's asleep. Who cares about the weak points?"

Madara sits on the bed. Hashi crawls next to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting against his back. She kisses him on the cheek, then pulls back, frowning.

"It's weird kissing you when your eyes are like that," she says. She brushes her fingertips along his temple, looking into his Mangekyou Sharingan. "It feels like we're going to battle."

He leans her backwards. "You always close your eyes after we get started anyway."

"Huh, I guess I do."

They kiss. She feels his body relax on top of hers.

"Mommy? Daddy?"

"Shit-" they sit up.

"There's something on the door-"

"Just a minute!" Hashi says, when suddenly the door explodes and the orange-flamed arm of their daughter's Susanoo rips a hole through Madara's blue one.

Their daughter walks in holding her dolly. "I'm thirsty, Mommy. Can I get a glass of milk?"