The Uchiha Corp (Modern Naruto: Various x Reader)

Plans

Madara was surprised to see her standing before him as he opened his office door after she knocked. It was Saturday, a little after nine in the morning, and he was reviewing everything for the upcoming meeting next week. After the initial surprise, he frowned at her appearance. Her hair was braided, but that wasn't the issue. She was wearing a dark blue button-up shirt and jeans that he had no idea how she had managed to get her hands on. As if sensing his thoughts she grinned cheekily and spoke.

"Nothing they owned would fit me, so Tobirama gave me a shirt of his," she motioned to the pants, "and asked a maid if I could have a pair of her pants. They're a little big though." She frowned as she looked down and shifted slightly.

Madara grit his teeth and recalled his previous conversation with his brother just minutes after she had been escorted out the door. Izuna has walked to the bar and poured them both a drink but Madara refused to accept it. Izuna let a dark chuckle go and found the expression on his brother's face absolutely delightful.

"She is not yours to offer up so easily," Madara snapped at his brother.

Izuna only smirked, "You could've stopped me." He lazily leaned onto the bar with one arm and sipped his whiskey in amusement. "She could've stopped me." He added.

Madara snarled, "The fuck she could've."

Madara didn't want those fucking Senju brothers touching her, ever. The thought of them- he couldn't even let his mind go there. For Izuna to use her as leverage, though he himself threatened it, made his hate for his brother rise. He wasn't sure he could hold his anger in, so he stormed out of the room and the restaurant itself.

He couldn't see any marks on her perfect skin, yet, but he was certain she was littered in them. "You should shower and change." She noticed how his voice seemed to drip with disgust.

Y/n arched a brow and held his stare defiantly, "You're the one who pushed me into their laps, so don't look at me like I'm yesterday's dirty laundry that needs to be washed."

He closed his eyes and took a breath to reel in his growing frustration, "Izuna is the one who made the agreement," he opened his eyes to find her now seething in anger, "if I could've stopped it, I would have."

She was about to say something when voices down the hall hit their ears. Madara knew who it would be and cursed the man for his timing. Obito rounded the corner and Rin was hot on his tail, though she wasn't to attend the meeting. Obito's eyes drank in the h/c woman and he cut them over to Madara who was scowling. Rin's feet stomped and she faltered for a moment but seemed to decide to continue with whatever she had planned.

"Obito," Madara addressed him with a bored tone, "you were to come alone." His eyes drifted to Rin before going back to his nephew.

Obito's eyes, on the other hand, moved from Madara to Y/n, "She's like a lost puppy that keeps following me home," Y/n snorted and turned her head slightly, making the purpled skin peek out from under the collar of the shirt she wore. "Where'd you go last night?" He knew she didn't leave with Madara, nor Izuna, and her car was at the mansion all night.

Y/n couldn't help but jump for joy at this opportunity that was laid at her feet. Madara would be begging her for forgiveness and she would eat
up every second of it. "Your uncles decided to use me as a form of currency." She explained while watching Obito's reaction.

Everyone was shocked as Obito reached forward and pulled the first few buttons open to expose her chest and neck. Rin sucked in a breath while Madara grunted as he held in his anger, again, and Obito? His fists tightened on the color of the shirt and he turned his eyes to Madara. Y/n lifted her hands and placed them on Obito's hands, but he didn't look at her.