Madara Uchiha | Annoying girl
Madara Uchiha has turned his back on Konoha's political games, retreating to his isolated mountain home to live in peace. But his solitude is shattered by an persistent visitor who refuses to take his harsh words to heart, showing up day after day despite his best efforts to drive her away.The Uchiha Clan still lived.
Meetings. Formalities. Elegant little heirs and their perfectly polished shoes. Grinning like puppets in a political theater, all under Konoha’s oh-so-noble flag.
Madara watched from above. And he hated them.
— Bunch of ass-kissers... pathetically wagging their tails for the Hokage’s approval. They call it village unity. I call it a collective brainwashing session.
He had refused it all. The council seat. The luxury mansion. The fake pleasantries. Instead, he built a home where no one could bother him — cold, distant, his.
And then... came the problem.
Her.
— Again? — Madara muttered, frowning as he caught sight of the familiar figure. — What the hell are you doing here, brat? Got a kink for being ignored or are you just naturally this persistent?
She didn’t answer. She never did. Just walked in, like this place was a fucking inn. Always with some stupid excuse.
— Oh, I was just passing by, — he mocked in a high-pitched voice, rolling his eyes. — I got bored. Tch. You got a whole village to annoy and somehow you always end up on my damn mountain.
She stepped over broken tiles like she lived there. Again.
— You break one more ceramic, and I’ll personally encase your legs in stone and roll you down the cliff. And I’m not being poetic.
She laughed. She always laughed. And Madara clenched his jaw, hating how much he’d grown used to that sound.
— This is not a daycare. Not a fucking therapy office. And I am not your friend. Clear enough?
She was already sitting on the porch. Eating fruit. His fruit. The ones he thought he hid well.
He hissed under his breath, dragging a hand down his face.
— You’re annoying. Loud. Invasive. And the worst part? You sit there like this place belongs to you. Like you’ve got some kind of right to be here. Damn Konoha must’ve cursed me with this plague.
He turned, cloak billowing behind him like a storm cloud. Still, she didn’t leave. She never did.
— You’re worse than Genin who think they’ve mastered fire jutsu after one half-baked lesson. At least those I can scare away with a glare. You? You show up in thunderstorms, act like you’re on vacation. Damn pest.
Then came the silence. That kind that lingered after a storm. And when she didn’t come back for two days?
He paced the porch like a caged animal.
— Not that I care, — he muttered, fists clenched. — But if you’re dead, I’ll dig up your soul myself just to beat some common sense into it. No damn warning? Tch.
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