Ladies and Gentlemen! I give you...my first ever story to debut on Fanfiction! ~Bows graciously~ Without further ado...I give you my Tobi/Marara Oneshot! Disclaimer: I don't own any Naruto character's except Shiori...All rights go to Mr. Misashi Kisimoto. If I did own we'd see Madara's face...and he'd be smokin'!
With a snarl Shiori stormed into the room. Upon spotting Madara reclining in a chair contemplating a glass of grape juice, she strode briskly across the room and delivered him a powerful backhand. He calmly readjusted his orange mask and stood to his full height. The now empty glass lay discarded on the floor.
He gave her a famous Uchiha glare and she returned the glare with her own that would have sent lesson men to cower and cry: the glare of an angry female.
"What the hell is your problem?", Shiori all but yelled.
Madara had the audacity to chuckle. "Whatever could you mean Shiori?"
She hissed angrily. "You know what I mean." She was rubbing her wrist as she spoke more out of irritation than nerves.
"You mean the fact that I kissed you?" He gave another dark chuckle, that despite her anger, sent tingles down her spine.
Not only had he kissed her, he'd snatched her almost violently by the wrists. Then flung her just as violently to her bed and strode out amused.
He watched her as she seethed, and wondered how many of her buttons he could push.
"Griping doesn't become you. Besides, it's not as you hadn't enjoyed-"
Madara was never able to finish that sentence because at that moment, Shiori tackled him.
"Apparently not many," he thought as they spiraled through the air.
They tousled on the carpeted surface and Shiori pinned him to the ground. She quickly knocked his mask off.
"No ones griping, and no I hadn't enjoyed it," She said through clenched teeth.
Madara rolled his eyes at her and flipped them both over so now he was pinning her to the ground.
"Well I say you do. We both know how attracted you are to me," he said with an air of conceit.
Shiori grimaced because she knew he was right, but of course she wouldn't admit to that.
"For the last time. I. Feel. Nothing. For. You.."
"Really? So if I were to kiss you again, you'd feel nothing?"
"That's right. Nothing at-"
He'd cut her off by placing his lips on hers. When he pulled back he noticed with a smirk that her eyes were closed.
When she opened them she pointedly kept her eyes off his face, looking anywhere but at him.
The door burst open.
"Tobi? Shiori? What are you two doing hm?" The blond bomber asked.
"Nothing Deidara-sempai!" he responded having quickly donned his mask and assuming his Tobi ruse.
"Shiori-chan challenged Tobi to a wrestling match, and Tobi was demonstrating his strength."
Madara continued.
The girl gave a derisive snort despite the butterflies in her stomach.
"Yeah...you were right, you win, Tobi," Shiori said slowly and shoved him off.
Madara smirked under his mask at the implication, and crossed his arms behind his head.
"Whatever." Deidara said walking off.
Shiori left quickly.
"I knew she liked me," Madara thought to himself.
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