"Holy shi—"
Madara's jaw dropped when he realized that there were people, drunk, drowsy, naked people (who all appeared rather foreign) all around his house, to boot every nook and cranny reeked from the stench of alcohol. Confetti was hurled around here and there and his fridge had been completely emptied as some of its contents were spilled across the floor.
Thinking it's probably best if he took a refreshing shower just to clear his head of this conundrum , Madara stepped into his washroom.
"What the f—" His bathtub was currently occupied by another woman , with Hashirama sleeping on top of her. Yet straight after he whacked his 'friend' with a dangling shower facet, Hashirama's body transformed into a wood clone.
Where on earth is he? Madara despaired.
A/N: A Merry Late, Late, Late Christmas to you all! I hope that you have enjoyed this series so far :) Also I am currently still debating who Mito should end up with, so send me your thoughts in your reviews!
Lastly I have been told that nothing makes much sense here, but hey, this is a PARODY- nothing is supposed to! XD It's just something I write to cheer myself and my readers up. Don't take everything so seriously here, it's just some lighthearted crack that I hope made you laugh once or twice when you're feeling down.