A/N: A little humor doesn't hurt anybody xD Although me not sure I'm good with humor...whatever! Hope you liked this and please review! I apologize for any error, I really need a beta. Next chapter is going to have a hardcore lemon with TobiIzu, so, stay tuned!
Chapter 3: Playing With Barbies
So, there was a lot of things Madara would never even consider doing. And this was certainly one of them. However, this was an emergency and it isn't like Madara at all to not be there when somebody important truly needed him.
"I left a couple thousands in case of anything," Hashirama said as he hurriedly finished packing. "There's enough food in the fridge to last a week but don't hesitate to buy anything with my money if need be! Call me whenever she gets too sad and in case she can't sleep, give her some hot milk, she likes that. And-"
"Hashirama, please, calm down." Madara finally spoke as he helped his friend by packing some deodorant and a toothbrush that the brunette almost forgot. He looked at Hashirama and gave him a small wink. "It's not the first time I babysit Tsunade. You can go to Mito without a worry."
Hashirama took in a deep breath, nodding as he closed his luggage. "Yeah, you're right, I'm just irked. I mean, I told her it wasn't a good idea to go America while she was pregnant, dammit. And Tobirama's in Russia, so I wouldn't like to bother him, yet I still bothered you, I'm so-"
"Just shut up and go, you aren't making any sense!" Madara rolled his eyes, forcing the Senju down the stairs and taking the luggage. "Call me when you land, and also don't forget to call when that little bundle of joy is born so Tsunade can hear her little brother."
"Right!" Hashirama nodded, opening the front door and hastily grabbing the luggage handle from Madara. He looked up at the raven with a big beaming smile. "Thank you so much, Madara."
He smirked, nodding, and pushed the brunette forward so he could close the front door of the Senju household with the keys Hashirama had given him just recently. "Sure thing, now go! I'll be picking up Tsunade from her play date."
Hashirama nodded enthusiastically, kissing Madara's cheek sloppily and bolted to the cab waiting for him. Madara grimaced, wiping his cheek but he still somewhat smiled and waved goodbye at his friend.
"Uncle Maddie!" The little blonde with pigtails smiled widely, squealing in delight once she spotted one of her favorite uncles. She ran to him and Madara opened his arms so she could jump in. He chuckled and twirled her around for a few seconds, raising her high, loving to hear her happy giggles. She dug her face into his neck when he lowered her enough to cradle her.
"You must be Uchiha-sama. Hashirama-sama told me you would be picking her up." A woman with long brown hair standing by the doorway of the front of her home said, a small redheaded girl waving at Tsunade when she waved goodbye.
"Yes, I am. Pleasure to meet you, Terumi-san." Hashirama bowed respectfully, Tsunade squeaking out a giggle at the motion, her tiny arms tightening around the raven.
Terumi bowed back, her daughter doing the same. "Pleasure is all mine! Be careful on your way back home, I heard there was a lot of rain coming."
"Of course." Madara gave her a polite smile and began to walk away with Tsunade.
"Bye-bye, Mei-chan!" She yelled over the Uchiha's shoulder.
"Bye-bye, Tsunade-chan!"
"I'm bored, Maddie-oji!"
Madara sighed, rubbing his hand on his face tiredly. He hadn't had a good sleep because of his impending insomnia, so he usually spent the night watching over Tsunade's small snoring form next to him in her bed. He had initially declined to sleep in the twin sized mattress but the little blonde could be incredibly persistent. He blamed it on her father. He eyed the girl sitting on his abdomen. "What would you like to do, Tsunade?"
She hummed, tapping her lips in a way he had seen Tobirama do, then her hazel eyes sparked mischievously. "Let's play Barbies!"
Madara blinked, staring at her in utter horror. He could practically see himself digging his pride's grave. "Barbies? Are you sure?"
"Yes! Please, Maddie-oji!" Tsunade fluttered her lashes pleadingly.
"Can't you wait for Izuna-oji? He'll probably enjoy to play Barbies with you," Madara tried to encourage. He knew his little brother had no problem bombing his own pride.
"No! I wanna okay with Uncle Maddie!" Tsunade pouted, crossing her tiny arms in front her chest and rising her chin high.
"Ah..." Madara took in a deep breath. He entirely hoped his ancestors would forgive him.
He bet his ancestors were completely enjoying this torture.
"But, Ken! I wanted a bigger TV!" Tsunade moved her Barbie around in front of the Ken doll, a wide beautiful smile that reminded Madara of Hashirama set permanently on her face since they had began this little melodramatic play, which was the only reason why he was still torturing himself like this even after two hours of moving dolls around like utter maniacs. Seriously, whose idea was it to make kids play with miniature human figures and pretend to be gods?
Madara took in a deep breath, making the Ken doll move closer to the Barbie. "A bigger TV? Why would you want a bigger TV?"
"So I could take big pictures with it!"
Oh, god, somebody kill him. He made the Ken doll facepalm (as much as the plastic could let him anyways). "TV's don't take photos, Barbie! Cameras do!"
"Oh! You're right, Ken! Muaa!" Tsunade made a loud kiss noise when she made her doll touch it's face with Ken's. She smiled up at Madara with that look again, her eyes filled with so much admiration and innocent love that it almost hurt. Madara smiled gently back.
Until he saw a flash go off by the corner of his eye, making him automatically let go of the Ken doll.
"Oh my god, aniki!" Izuna laughed, looking at the picture his digital camera provided him. "I am so going to print these out!" He lowered it and wasn't surprised at all to be (almost) face to face with a glowering older brother.
"Erase it." Madara hissed.
Izuna grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes Madara knew too well. "Ummm...nope! Catch, Tsunade-chan!"
Madara failed in taking the camera before Izuna threw it to Tsunade, who clumsily caught it and screamed when Madara wildly turned to her, running away to the kitchen. Izuna and Madara followed, although the younger looked like he was merrily skipping while Madara trotted toward her. Tsunade squealed in surprise when she saw the Uchiha brothers and quickly crawled on top of the counter with the help of the metal trash can. She raised her hands high, and Madara motioned to get the camera from her grasp when she blindly threw it with a squeak of Izuna's name.
Thankfully, Izuna is a baseball player in high school and he was reflexive enough to catch the camera before it shattered to the floor.
Madara growled menacingly. "Izuna-" He stopped his threat midway when he tripped with the Ken doll Tsunade had earlier dropped.
Izuna and Tsunade cheered, the raven going around to the other side of the counter to pick her up in his arms and running away with her, all the while laughing in triumph.
Madara sighed, sitting up to glare at the doll. He raised an eyebrow when he saw it was Ken, taking it in his hands and letting out a mad chuckle. "Touché, Ken, touché."