closed my eyes, singing alittle louder, putting emotion into the song. It was a beautiful piece, indeed.
Not sure if I should be singing it infront of him, but I don'r care.
I put my head up and continued singing.
"You're kidding me,... He smiled at me.. And said, Darling you know I love you, but does this mean I have to meet your Father.."
He interuppeted me.
"You want to meet my Father? Oh dear.."
I twitched and rolled my eyes. I smacked him in the back of the head. He grabbed my hand afterwards.
"None of that, 'Darling'." Mocked my song.
I glared at him. "Don't interuppt my singing, SIR"
He grabbed me again and scooted me closer to him, wrapped an arm around my shoulders.
"My property." Tugged on my neck chain.
"....." I turned away and kept quiet.
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I swear to god, she's Bi-Polar as fuck. Mabye this is her way to get to me... Or she'll just naturally like this...
I walked inside of my office and sat in my throne. I watched as she stood there.
"....Wanna sit down anytime soon, Property?" Yes. She loves being difficult.
She looked around questionably. I rolled my eyes and yanked her down to the floor next to my throne.
She growled at me, keeping her kimono up.
"....I need... A new kimono..... and a shower... " She whispered to me.
"...Hm. Yes, Apparently." I continued looking around. A bunch of women, my potential wives walked in, trying to be graceful again.
I sighed and viewed all of them, eyeing up one of them.
I noticed they saw my property and giggled, walked to her.
One of them asked me. "Is she your servant...?"
I nodded. "Servant, slave, property, either way I own her."
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I looked up at all these women surrounding me. They were in lavished outfits, some that made to look like genies, others looked like street-whores. I looked at one woman, wearing a purple genie outfit. She was very pretty, I could tell how she was the pretty one in the bunch. She walked to me and lifted me off the ground.
"May I take her... To get dressed properly... Lord?"
He shook his head no. She sighed and dropped me on my ass. I looked up at her and huffed. She snickered and laughed at me. Luckily, the Uchiha from earlier was there to actually catch me.
"You okay?"
I nodded and patted his head, sitting down on the ground once again. Madara sent all the ugly girls away and left the pretty one around. He had her sit on his lap and feed him fruits.
I looked away, turning myself to the wall and occupied myself with drawing.
I drew a picture of Madara, with a huge head and I made his eyes crossed. He was a stick figure and he was on a leash. I was drawn actually well, not stick figured at all. I held the leash. I was about ready to put words on it when the other Uchiha grabbed it from me.
He laughed at the drawing.
"I like your drawing... um...?"
I looked up at wrote down quickly, 'Just tell me your name. I suppose that since I'm Madara's bitch my name doesn't matter....'
He read it and sighed.
"...Izuna."
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I watched her and my brother talk, then noticed the piece of paper he was holding. I extended my hand for it.
"...I want to see." He handed it to me, She giggled and hid behind Izuna. I glanced at the paper. A stick-figure drawing of me with a big head, and a leash. She is drawn very well... Hmn... An artist? STILL! She'll pay for the big head!
I glared at her.
"Smart girl, hiding behind Izuna. Knows I won't hit you when he's around."
The girl on my lap giggled.
"She's a troublesome thing, Lord.."
A few seconds later I heard Izuna's booming laughter.
Did she say something?....
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I mocked the genie girl, crossing my eyes.
'She's a troublesome thing, Looordeh'.
Izuna bursted out laughing and I put on my poker face, looking around as I did nothing wrong.
Izuna handed me a piece of paper and snickered.
"Draw, Girl, Draw!"
I nodded and laid on my tummy, drawing on the ground and moved my head back and forth, content with just doing this.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed Madara eyeing me oddly.
I sighed and sat up, turning myself sideways and propping my elbow on the ground.
I pointed to the genie girl.
"If you like him, You'd watch his wandering eye." He stared at me deadpanned.
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Wandering eye?! She saw that!! And called me out on it, too!!
Jesus! Woman, what is wrong with you! Still.
"Property... you are mine... I may do as I please..."
I stroked the fine woman's hair and stared at my Property.
She only giggled at me.
"But... She might not like that, Madara."
The woman whispered in my ear,
'She needs to learn respect.'
She wasn't as bad... okay, she needed respect in placement.
"I like the way you think, Woman..."
I pointed to my Property and wagged my finger at her.
"Here, now."
She listened and crawled over to us, the piece of paper in her hand.
I scolded at her for just calling me 'Madara'.
"Madara, is not okay. Master, or Sir, or Madara-san is fine."
I smirked at the 'Master' nickname.
"....Sir."
".....Actually, call me Master.. Yes... Master... That
