Hello! Soooooo sorry I haven't updated this in a while! I started college this year and it's all I can do to even keep up with my studies, let alone my stories. So without further ado, here is the Evil Madara fic I promised to write so long ago. I apologize for its lack of length and possibly bad grammar -_-

I sighed, glaring at my refection in my full length mirror, wearing nothing but a towel around my middle and some residual water from my shower. The cause of my irritation was my thrice-damned cylindrical hairbrush, which had made itself a nest in my long wet hair and refused to relinquish its hold. Everything I did just made the massive tangle worse. I tugged the handle, wincing as it pulled painfully at my scalp, finally snarling in anger and kicking the wall.

"Dear dear, Kat, you certainly seem to be in a temper this evening." A voice as dark and smooth as black silk purred from behind me. "I wonder what the poor wall did to deserve such treatment."

I glared at the reflection of the man behind me who had spoken. He was leaning in my doorway with his arms crossed and an amused smirk on his pale, handsome face.

"Shut up, Madara," I growled, yanking the brush ineffectively again. Ouch. More pain. "It's not funny. And I'm really not in the mood for your sarcasm right now, so piss off."

Ignoring my obvious annoyance with his presence, the Uchiha instead drew closer to me, one thin hand brushing a section of his long black hair away from his blood red eyes as he fixed them on the mat of hair.

"I can help you with that," he crooned seductively.

Damn. Not the sexy voice. Anything but that. Resist, dammit!

"No," I said bluntly, averting my eyes from his whirling Sharingan, trying to ooze confidence to counter his overpowering sexiness. "You'll just fuck it up worse."

"Oh, but I have even more hair than you, dear," Madara stated, now so close to me that I could feel the said onyx hair brushing my bare shoulder as he leaned close. "You think I don't have this problem sometimes as well? Just because I'm a Uchiha doesn't mean I was born with perfect hair."

"Could've fooled me. It's practically a Kekkai Genkai from what I've seen of your Clan." I muttered, thinking of Itachi and Sasuke.\

He chuckled. "Be that as it may, I can help you."

I looked back up at him in the mirror, meeting his red eyes and rying to be defiant, but it was steadily melting. I finally sighed.

"Fine, whatever," I snapped, crossing the room to plop down on my bed. "Just be gentle with it! My hair's really delicate."

The Uchiha Lord laughed softly as he approached the bed and sat behind me, working his long, black-nailed fingers into my hair.

As he worked the offending brush out, I was hyperaware of how close he was to my towel clad body, his hot breath sweeping over my bare shoulders and neck. I suppressed a shiver, hugging my arms close to my body and anxiously waiting for it all to be over.

Eventually, Madara dangled the demon hairbrush in front of me to signify his triumph. I grabbed it and hurled it quickly into the trashcan with a glare, before turning to the man.

"Thanks, Madara," I said in a rush, eager to get him out of my room so I could put some clothes on.

"Now for my reward."

I managed to utter an ultra-intelligent "Huwhut?" before I was struck.

The Uchiha was now pinning me down; his long legs nestled firmly between mine and his strong chest pressing my upper body to the bed, preventing escape.

"Y-you didn't say anything about wanting something in return!" I stammered, conscious of how my towel was now open, baring me to his gaze, which raked my body appreciatively like a predator looks at a delectable piece of meat.

Madara cocked his head. "True," Then he leaned so close his long hair brushed over my breasts. "But I'm saying it now, aren't I?" he hissed as the tip of his tongue traced the shell of my ear.

Oh Jashin save my soul… "Just… just be gentle with me."

Yes, I know. This is not canon-Mada.

I REPEAT: THIS IS NOT CANON-MADA.

I always write my OC as having a sort of love-hate one-sided relationship with Madara. Sure, she finds him sexy, but she hates his personality and everything he stands for. He of course, is an evil horn-dog. I wrote the draft for this a long-ass time ago and like the idea too much to scrap it, so I edited it up and submitted it.