"I'm feelin' sexy and free," (Name) sang, swaying her hips, "Like glitter's raining on me~"
She danced her way to her living room couch, spoon and bowl of cereal in hand. She plopped down on the piece of furniture, shoveling cereal into her mouth before swallowing and continuing her song.
"You're like a shot of pure gold, I think I'm 'bout to explode!"
The more (Name) sang, the louder she got, which to her was no problem in any way. For her unfortunate neighbor, however, that was a different story.
The poor Uchiha had had a long night, and the one thing he wanted more than anything was a good, long sleep. Thanks to (Name), that poor desire of his was not possible.
And of course, when Madara Uchiha's wants are not fulfilled, something horrible is bound to happen. Especially when someone was yelling "Rock my world until the sunlight, make this dream the best I've ever known!" at 6 in the morning.
(Name) had finished her breakfast and was now pretending her TV remote was a microphone when four loud bangs on her front door interrupted her.
"(Name), open the door!" bellowed the individual.
The (h/c)-haired girl knew immediately who it was, causing her to visibly pale before unlocking and opening the door.
"Erm, hi Madara," she greeted, feeling her heart pound out of her chest. Out of all the people I had to wake up, it just had to be him! she thought. Truth be told, the Uchiha, especially when he was angry, terrified poor (Name) more than anything in the world- with the exception of spiders. And, of course, it just so happened that Madara was the very man who had stole her heart.
Damn, what a messed up contradiction.
"Care to explain to me why you're 'singing' this early in the morning?" the black-haired Uchiha demanded.
"You can't sing very well, by the way."
(Name)'s eye twitched ever-so-slightly before finishing, "-Wanted to sing, so I did."
"Well then stop singing and go back to bed," Madara stated, as if what he said was the obvious solution to the problem.
"But what if I don't want to?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at his blunt reply.
"I don't care. Just do it."
"No," she argued, crossing her arms. She didn't care who it was, she hated to be bossed around.
Madara glared at the girl standing in front of him. Why did she have to be so stubborn? He did not want to deal with this at this time of the day.
With a sigh, (Name) shook her head, before suddenly grinning like a maniac. "Alright, fine. If I can't sing while you're sleeping, then I'll just sing now, while you're here with me! <3"
The man at her door narrowed his eyes even more, before muttering something under his breath.
Ignoring his silent disagreement, she took in a deep breath and began.
"Dirty dancing in the moonlight, take me down like I'm a domino! Every second is a highlight, when we touch don't ever let me go! Dirty dancing in the moonlight, take me down like I'm a domino!"
(Name) would have sang more if it weren't for the pair of lips that crashed into hers, silencing her. After several seconds, Madara pulled back, with a slight smirk on his face. Seeing her dazed visage, he opened to say something witty when the familiar (h/c)-haired girl grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another, but much longer, kiss.