The Uchiha Corp (Modern Naruto: Various x Reader)

Confessions

A/N: Chapters are going to be dated moving forward. ☺️ I hope you're ready for a lot to happen and happen fast!

- LHatake
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Sunday, February 26th:

- Twenty-seven days until the wedding of the century.

- Twenty-seven days before Y/n Uzumaki becomes Y/n Uchiha.

- Twenty-five days until the world came crashing down, in one way or another.

- Twenty-five days until the end... or so she planned.

Brunch was not served to the family, not in the dining room at least. Koshi served the family in their private rooms. Madara and Y/n had been shut away for the weekend and no one had seen them. Koshi and the other staff were going mad at the moment. Rushing around to cater to the family was always a hassle, but for everyone to be locked away in their own rooms, it was stressful.

Obito called Madara and informed him that he hadn't heard from Rin since Friday night. Obito had called the hospital, Kakashi, and even Izuna: no one had seen her. He was worried, but part of him was relieved, and that made him feel awful. When he called Madara on Saturday, his uncle asked him to come to the mansion for the weekend, a meeting was to be held Sunday afternoon, and to bring Shisui.

This was not a meeting Madara wanted to have. This was not a meeting Madara wanted to witness. This was a meeting Madara didn't want Y/n at. But it was a meeting that had to be had. It was a meeting he had to see through until the end. It was a meeting Y/n must be at. So they walked to the billiard room side by side, his arm around her waist and her tucked against his side.

Y/n kept her head high and a deep conviction within her heart. Black high waisted slacks with a white blouse that was tucked in, hugged her figure. The collar of the shirt was high, but she loved the open slit that showed just a touch of skin. For a splash of color, she had on red heels. Her hair was down, curled, she was feeling bored with being cooped up the last few days. Madara found her beauty all the more alluring for some reason today, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her.

"This is going to be ugly," the offhand comment made Madara chuckle.

Madara cut his eyes to her, "I thought you might be used to that by now."

He heard her snort, "I should've told you to fuck off more, then we wouldn't be in this predicament." Madara couldn't hold it in, and he laughed as they rounded the corner. Y/n's own laugh filled the air but the moment was short-lived when Izuna was scowling before the door, waiting impatiently.

"If you two don't mind," Izuna put his hand on the doorknob, "this isn't the time for fun and games."

A smirk danced across Y/n's pink lips, "Maybe you should've thought about that sooner."

The door was yanked open harshly, making the males in the room jump. They all glanced to see Izuna stomp inside, rage radiating off of him. Y/n soon followed, a delicate smile as she tossed a glance over her shoulder to Madara. When Madara entered all air seemed to be sucked from the room. The weight slammed into them and they realized something was different about this meeting. The door closed and it was locked, Madara following after Y/n.

All eyes were on the three who entered last. Izuna took a seat on the couch after snatching a drink from Shisui's hands. Shisui shared a look with Obito and shrugged before taking a seat next to Obito on the bar high chairs. Itachi and Sasuke were talking to Kisame as they stood off in a corner of the room. Everyone shifted and waited in silence. Madara stood before the bar while Y/n poured everyone a shot and began handing the warm whiskey out.