Naruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto

Note: Love ya all.

It was a blistering hot summer day and even stuck in his tiny office with the windows open, Uchiha Madara could still feel the sweat trickling down the nap of his neck. This put him in a bad mood, along with all the paperwork he had to do. The one thing he hated about being the leader of the Uchiha clan was the paperwork. It was his second most hated enemy, Senju Hashirama was the first and paperwork came in a close second. Both were similar, they both were associated with wood and they both refused to die.

Madara rubbed his sweat-drenched brow in annoyance as he read the report, trying to decipher the chicken scratch that was trying to pass itself off as handwriting. On top of that, the person wrote the majority of the document in a mixture of hiragana and katana which caused the document to be twice and lengthy as it originally should be. Madara wondered if he should band hiragana and katana for writing reports and make everyone suffer by writing reports strictly in kanji. He'll talk the idea over with Izuna later.

Sighing he set the paper aside and rubbed his face before reaching for the picture of ice cold water. He totally skipped over the cup and drank straight from the pitcher, enjoying the cool liquid as it rolled down his throat. He sighed, his body relaxing as the water cooled him. Then he felt it. That annoying feeling one gets when someone stares at the back of your head silently; the feeling of being watched. Madara was use to his wife's cat doing it to him constantly. He swore the cat liked him better than his wife, which was idiotic considering he got the cat for her.

Setting the pitcher down on the tray again, Madara picked up the document and pushed what assumed was the family cat away. "Not know Kazuya, it's too damn hot," he mumbled as he gave the small creature a gentle shove with the back of his hand.

"Oof... Dada!" a high pitched giggle reached his ears and small hands placed themselves on his thigh. Madara looked down, his eyes wide to see his year old daughter staring back at him. "Dada!"

"Where's your mother?" Madara asked, but Hikari just blinked at her father before giggling happily, showing off her tiny and white baby teeth.

"Dada!"

"I'm busy," he pushed his daughter away from him. The last thing he needed was to change a dirty diaper. He began to reexamine whatever he was reading before, stubbornly refusing to look at his daughter.

Hikari stared at her father, blinking slowly before examining her hands. The fact that her fingers could move on their own and she could open and close her hands seem to be utterly fascinating to her. She wanted to grab things and pull things, see all the things she could possibly do with her hands. The wealth of knowledge she could glean about the world around her, Hikari felt like she stumbled upon something amazing.

The nearest and most inviting object to test the ability of her hands was the tip of her father's long unruly black hair. "Kyaa!" Hikari squealed, reached up and yanked firmly on her father's hair. She liked holding onto his hair, it was soft and it felt nice. "Dada! Dada! Dada!" she continued to jerk his hair.

"Hikari, stop that!" Madara growled, fed up with the constant tugging on his hair. He had worse pain than a child tugging on his hair. He pried her hand free from his hair and pushed her farther away. He was tempted to yell for Yuzuki to fetch their daughter, but he just really didn't have the energy.

Hikari frowned, not liking how her father just ignored her like that. He wasn't suppose to ignore her! Didn't he know he was suppose to pay attention to her until Mama got back. "Dada!" she shouted before falling onto her stomach. She pushed herself up on her hands and knees and crawled swiftly towards him, head butting him lightly. She giggled. She was the best at crawling. She could even beat her big brothers in a race. She head butted Madara again. "Dada!"

"Hikari," Madara growled, turning to look at his daughter. The little girl beamed up at him before crawling into his lap. She looked up at him, waiting for him to do shove her away or to just sigh and give up. "Don't touch," Madara growled, giving in to his daughter's whims. Hikari giggled, not really sure what that meant and began to chew on the edge of the table, babbling away. "No, that's not for eating," Madara growled, pulling his daughter away from that. Hikari squealed unhappily. "I'm going to give you a spanking if you don't stop."

Hikari glared at him before her lip began to quiver and big fat tears began to roll down her chubby and rosy cheeks. Madara pinched the bridge of his nose as his daughter began to wail. He picked her up and set her in the farthest corner of the room and went back to work, tuning out the little girl's sharp wails.

After a while, Hikari stopped crying. Hiccuping and rubbing her eyes, she looked around the little corner Madara and put her in before looking back at her father. "Dada!" she grinned, forgetting why she was crying earlier and eagerly crawled towards him. "Dada," she rested her chubby cheek on Madara's leg.

"You going to..." Madara never finished his sentence as his daughter crawled into his lap, curling up in the little dip his crossed legs made. She yawned sleepily, apparently crawling and wailing took a lot of a one-year-old girl, before looking up at her father with a sweet smile and going to sleep. By habit she stuck her thumb in her mouth and began to suck on it weakly.

Madara stared at his sleeping daughter, watching as her chest rose and fell. "Hn. Maybe a nap would do me some good," he muttered to himself scooping up his daughter and heading to the coolest part of his house. He fetched a pillow from his room and lied down in the shade. He placed Hikari on his chest and tucked his arm under his pillow. Madara stroked his daughter's soft cheek, a small smile on his lips before resting his hand on her back, amazed that he could feel his daughter's heartbeat against her back. "Princess," he kissed her forehead before closing his eyes and falling asleep himself.

"I swear Izuna, you have to see this," Yuzuki whispered softly as she led her brother-in-law to where she had found her husband and daughter sleeping.

"Yuzuki, you're gonna wake them up," Izuna muttered, poking his head in to see the sight. His heart melted as he saw his brother with his small daughter sleeping on his chest.

And the family cat sleeping on his legs.

Just something I thought of while I was walking around base today.

Just something fluffy and cute. Mmm... seems like there's a theme going on. First you get a cute Ran and Madara shot, now you get a cute Hikari and Madara shot, what's next? Maybe a Katsuro and Madara shot.

Anyways enjoy.

R'n'R

Sanguinary Toxicity

PS: I'm thinking about changing my pen name...