The Uchiha Corp (Modern Naruto: Various x Reader)

Poison

Sunday, a day normally spent with family and laughing, was spent alone and worrying. I had awoken to an empty bed, no note, no kiss, nothing. Maybe I was drunk and just slept through him slipping out of the bed. Or maybe I was that tired and sleep soundly in his arms. Either way, it hurt to wake up alone this time. He had to know there would be repercussions for what had happened, and yet he left me alone. So, I spent the day angrily cleaning my penthouse.

When I finished, I day drank and moped around while I played with Rogue. I think I went on ten walks, seeing if I'd bump into an Uchiha or not. None of them, and Kisame said he was busy, and I wasn't really supposed to leave the penthouse unless Rogue needed out. Fine, I'll move on to laundry.

Laundry presented a new issue, not really an issue, but something I didn't want to face. A key tucked away and hidden from those prying eyes, caught my eye. I sighed and palmed the key before slipping into my pants as casually as I could. That reminded me, I should probably look at that burner phone Zabuza gave me. I headed for my closet and my naughty box. Phone hidden in my shirt, I headed for my bathroom, where my toilet was in its own 'room', so I hoped it wasn't rigged with a camera.

I didn't have any messages from him this past week, but today he sent: you should check the news. I cocked my head and sighed as I pulled out my own phone and jumped onto the local news site. I closed my eyes and took a deep, attempt at calming breath.

Madara and Y/n Spotted Out, Matching and Hosting Senju Brothers

Two pictures to go with the article:
- Madara and I stepping from the limo
- The four of us peering over the railing

Fucking fantastic.

I groaned and headed back to my closet, hiding the phone away again. The key, I was undecided on what to do with it. I wanted it, for many reasons, but part of me, I didn't want it at all. It made me feel special, needed and wanted. It made me feel safe, knowing I had a place to go if I needed to. Then, what was the point? Would he really be there if I needed him? I didn't know, and I didn't want to be disappointed if he let me down.

Sunday continued to be nothing but boring and moping. I cuddled up on the couch with Rogue and a drink, trying to forget my worries with my only true friend. Which, made it all worse. Friends? Did I have any anymore? At some point, I cried myself to sleep, I couldn't tell you what time it was, but I didn't care. I was allowed to have a shitty day every now and then.

Monday morning I woke up knowing why Sunday sucked so bad: I had a cold. And a hangover. But only the headache.

There was a knock on my door to which I shouted to just come in. I was wrapped in a blanket on the couch and a cup of hot tea with honey, lemon and whiskey in my hands. I didn't look to see who was entering my penthouse, but when I heard the voice, my throat burned from coughing the steaming liquid back into the mug.

"Oh, honey, I didn't mean to startle you." Mikoto's soft voice was soothing as she sat on the couch, rubbing my back in order to stop the coughing attack.

"I just wasn't expecting you." I explained as I sat up and looked at her.

"Kisame called Madara and told him you were working from home because you were sick, so Madara called me to come check on you."

"Just a cold." I smiled. "You don't have to waste your time on me."

"None of that," she stood up and headed to the kitchen, "Unless you want me to call your aunt to come tend to you."

"No ma'am." I chirped.

"Well then, I'll make you some soup while you go take a hot bath. You have Epsom salt for the body aches?" She asked as she began pulling ingredients from my cabinets.