The following day, there's a smug look on Shisui's face that the other Uchiha boys don't like. [Name] woke up late and had to rush to work, so she couldn't join them for breakfast. They all sit around the table, eyeing Shisui. Madara and Sasuke scowl at him. Itachi tries his best to ignore his incessant smug humming, something Shisui does when he's oh-so proud of himself.

Finally, Madara speaks, "What are you so happy about, boy?"

"Oh, nothin'!" Shisui sings. "Just a secret between our beloved and I."

But it's not like Shisui can keep a secret, especially regarding [Name]. With only one or two more prods, Shisui will spill the beans even if they don't care.

"What secret?" Sasuke asks, his face betraying nothing but disdain for Shisui. 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Shisui shimmies his shoulders with absolute glee. A girlish giggle leaves his lips and the men around him groan in exasperation and disgust. Shisui is the most annoying when he's like this. Everything about him seems to shine. His hair is glossier, his face dewey, his eyes bright. It annoyed the hell out of everyone, especially Madara.

Madara slams his hands against the table, startling Sasuke and Shisui. "You either tell us or you wipe that smug look off your face, boy!"

The smug expression only becomes more mischievous. The little devil in him springs forth but he turns his head in faux coyness. "Our dearest beloved took me out on a date last night."

Madara hasn't even processed the words yet, but Shisui's arrogant tone is enough for him to jump across the table, grab Shisui's collar and shake him. "You insolent brat! You---"

"She did what?" Itachi's smooth voice cuts through the chaos. There's a still moment between the four of them. Sasuke is mid-chew, Itachi's chopsticks hover over a rolled egg omelet, Shisui grimaces and Madara stops, finally processing what Shisui said.

"She did what?"

...

"Wow! You're in the top two percent of your class?" [Name] gasps excitedly. She claps her hands together in a congratulatory manner, like an over-enthusiastic mother at her daughter's first recital. "Mackenzie that's amazing!"

"Yep! I'm gonna be an RN before you know it."

The two women sit together in the park beneath shady trees enjoying a picnic after work. The cool air flows past them as the bright blooms of spring open. They sit on a checkered blanket stereotypical of picnics they've seen in movies. A charcuterie and fruit platter sits out in front of them. The fanfare of the playground, children having their squabbles, parents yelling out cautions, and the distinctive thunk of a ball hitting a toddler, all become white noise to their conversations. It was [Name's] idea to take Mackenzie out and about since for the past few months she's been grinding at school. They hardly talk anymore, but that's just adult life nowadays. She knows Mackenzie's dream is important to her, so she won't try to interfere all too much. Plus, [Name] has four great men at home to keep her company, even though there's nothing like a good girlfriend.

"Are you even ready for twelve-hour days?"

"They're more like thirty-two-hour days," Mackenzie corrects, all too chipper for what seems like slave labor. [Name] makes a face. "But anyway, if that doesn't work out for me then I'll just hop into the nearest nursing home and be the sexy nurse for Mr. Johnson."

[Name] chuckles. "Get that pension, bitch."

Mackenzie makes spirit fingers above the fruit tray before picking the reddest strawberry. "So, how is everything?" She takes a bite.

"Eh, the job is fine. It's quite fulfilling but it sucks when a client has a last-minute cancellation. Like I set up, and clean, and it feels like half the time the parents think I'm just a babysitter for their kids. Like sorry! I am not a daycare, and you should care about the progress of your child's behavior!"

Mackenzie nods. "Mhm. Mhm. I'm glad you got that off your chest, but you know that's not what I'm talking about."

"Huh?" [Name] raises an eyebrow, peering into Mackenzie's eyes. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

Of course, she does. The boys. It's always about the Uchiha men who sit prettily in her home. Still, [Name] feigns ignorance.

"Are you talking about Adam? Cause we're officially done. I haven't even thought about that man nor has he tried to contact me."

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Stop acting coy, you're too old for that!"

"Coy? So, I'm not allowed to have emotions now, Mac?"

"Is the dick good?"

There's a beat of quietude. The white noise of the playground has become the foreground. Silence speaks a thousand words and then some, but [Name] only needs to say three to get her point across.

"It's so good."

Mackenzie fist-pumps in excitement, her fangirl ways bubbling to the surface. "HA! I knew it! I knew it was good!"

"So far it's only been Itachi and Shisui that take up my time---"

"Oh! Who's better?" She scoots closer to [Name] in hopes she'll tell. Instead, [Name] grabs a sliced apple and nibbles on it. Mackenzie takes the hint but misinterprets it on purpose. "Oh? So, they're both bad? That sucks."

She throws up her hands in fake exasperation and continues with, "I guess the fanfictions are just that---fiction!"

"Shut up," [Name] grumbles, feeling her face get hot. "They're just fine."

"Really?" Mackenzie has a shit-eating grin on her face. Her eyes pointedly stare at the side of [Name's] face.

"Yes, it's normal, consensual, sex with two anime men."

"Hm." Mackenzie knows she's hiding something by the way she nervously nips at the skin of the apple. But how can [Name] tell her best friend that the sex is so good she wishes she never leaves the bed? That her mood instantly lifts after having a few rounds of dick in her? That her legs feel numb even now, a few days after having sex with Itachi? That after every day after work, she can't wait to get home and see who will ravage her next? That if she sits too long in a daze, her mind drifts to the thoughts of them and how good they make her feel.

"Fine," Mackenzie says with a shrug. "Keep your secrets."

[Name] finally relaxes. There's a lull in the conversation. As [Name] continues to chew on the apple slice and reach for more of the charcuterie board, she says, "If it makes you feel any better, Shisui is a soft dom."

Mackenzie squeals.

...

[Name] returns home, taking the blanket from the picnic out of her backseat. She rolls it between her arms and stuffs it beneath her armpit as she pulls out her keys for the front door. She opens the door and slips off her shoes before sauntering down the hall.

"I'm back!" She calls. The smell of herbs and spices enters her nose, but it does not move her. So full of cheese, fruits, and crackers, [Name] doesn't want dinner. She knows they'll be irritated with her about that, but she'll just have to explain what girl dinner is to them.

She traverses the house---putting the blanket alongside the dirty clothes, taking off her jacket in the living room---noticing it's eerily quiet. The house smelled wonderful as if someone had just cooked, but it was like not a single soul lived here.

"Hello?" She calls. Then mutters to herself, "Are they hiding from me?"

She walks into the kitchen. Everything is tidy, and not a single thing is out of place. Someone even filled a vase with fresh flowers from the garden. She smiles at the thoughtful decor before heading to the dining room.

There her boys sit quietly, arms folded against their chests. Shisui has a plate of what looks like green slime in front of him. Not a single one acknowledges her.

"There you all are," she says. There's relief in her voice. If they had gotten out, she didn't know what she'd do. It's not like they're stray cats or anything, she's sure they're capable, but the thought of them disappearing so suddenly makes her blood run cold. "Whatcha eating?"

She plops down next to Shisui. She doesn't notice the twitch in Sasuke's eye, or how Itachi's jaw tightens, or the grunt from Madara.

"They're trying to make me eat this nasty kelp!" Shisui pouts. "They know this stuff makes me throw up!"

"You will eat it for your transgressions against us," Madara orders.

"I don't want it! It's gross and slimey and gross!"

"What transgressions?" [Name] asks. She sets her elbows on the table, something Madara has told her plenty of times is rude. Now, all eyes are on her. "Is anybody gonna tell me or y'all just gonna sit here like a bunch of mutes."

Sasuke speaks first, "Hn. You should know."

"Well, I don't. What trouble did you get into this time Shisui?" She sighs, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand. The long day creeps up on her. Her social battery drains by the second.

Shisui clutches onto [Name's] shoulder, fake crying about the injustices he's facing. "Don't let them condemn you, darling! Our love is pure! And it's nobody's fault that I happen to be the favorite." He sticks his tongue out in Madara's direction specifically.

"The favorite?" She laughs, patting the man's fluffy hair. "You're so dramatic, Shisui."

"Well, it isn't fair," Itachi says coolly. His eyes shut as he settles back into his chair. 

"What isn't fair?" She asks with a scoff. Her smile begins to fade as the three of them don't answer. Shisui is still cuddled up at her side, making faces at the rest of them. [Name] can tell they're displeased, but about what, she doesn't know. Glancing at their stoic faces, she pouts. It's had reading men who are accustomed to hiding their emotions. It isn't fair to her who always wears her feelings on her sleeve. "C'mon guys. There are four of you and only one of me. So, like, can I at least get a hint at what you're upset about? I wish I could read your minds but I'm not from the Yamanaka clan."

Shisui answers for them. "They're all jealous 'cause I told 'em we went on a hot date last night and you confessed your love for me."

"Date?!" An incredulous laugh echoes off the walls. [Name] can't believe her ears. They're jealous of a date? And something that wasn't even a date to begin with. When her laughter dies down, she nudges Shisui off of her. "First off, I need you all to understand that we didn't really go on a date. It was a spontaneous outing at best. I was gonna go alone, but he tagged along. Shisui is being dramatic as usual. And secondly, there were no love confessions. I love you all equally."

"But it isn't fair," Sasuke argues. "He was the first to fuck you, the first to go out on a date with you---will he be the first to propose as well?!"

"Whoa, I think you're getting ahead of yourself---"

"[Name]," Shisui dramatically drops to one knee, egging on the other's envious feelings. "Will you m---"

[Name] covers his mouth with her hand. "Shut up." Embarrassed and not ready to deal with his bullshit right now, she turns to Sasuke and smiles. "Look, I'm sorry, but it was a spur-of-the-moment typa thing. I would've taken either of you had any of you come out of the rooms and begged me like Shisui did. Don't take it personal, okay?"

Her smile melts Sasuke's stony exterior. A blush rises to his cheeks, but he grunts as if he isn't squealing on the inside at his darling's cuteness. [Name] leans over and pinches his cheek. She coos at him, overly affectionate, "Don't take it personal, okay? I love you, Sasu!"

He smacks her hand away. "Shut up!"

"C'mon, say it back, cutie. I love you!" She loves to tease him and see his face turn red. "I love you so much, so say it back."

Sasuke explodes, the humiliation too much for him. "Fine! Fuck! I love you and I wish you'd take me out of this fucking house sometime!"

[Name] shrinks back from his outburst and hums in response. 

"Yes, I agree," Itachi says, finally opening his eyes to meet hers. "I'd like to leave sometimes, too."

She glances at Madara who nods in response. Of course, he'll never verbalize what he wants publicly, especially if they're romantic wants, so she takes it as agreement. She sits, crossing one leg over the other, and contemplates their words. 

Yes, she has been dying for some romance from them. Yes, they're limited to what they can do. And yeah, they're probably stir-crazy from sitting around all day doing nothing but house chores and cooking. They've all become bored housewives, and if it's anything like the dramas she's watched, it's only a matter of time before they start murdering or cheating.

"I'm sorry," she says, earnestly. "I guess I've been too selfish, haven't I?"

"A little," Madara chimes in finally, which irks her nerves.

But alas, she knows it to be true. All this time, she's been thinking about what they can do for her and not what she can do for them. She tries to figure out why she's treating them this way. It's damn near neglectful. The reasoning she comes to is that it's possibly a response to how Adam has always taken from her, and it has finally come her time to be the one to gain and receive but never give back. She wants romance, but when's the last time she ever wooed them? They give her flowers, pack her lunches, and always have dinner on the table when she comes home. Where's the thanks in that?

[Name] nods. The decision is final in her head. She's going to romance these boys and show them what real love is!

"I've decided," she begins, lifting her head. There's a glint of determination in her eyes. "A date is all you want, right? Well, okay! Once a month, you can all have a date with me. However, it has to be one-on-one, preferably at night, and away from super crowded places swarming with anime geeks, okay? I say this for safety reasons, but other than that, we can do whatever you like."

She grins ear to ear and the men noticeably soften.

'She's too cute for her own good,' they all think.

"Oh! And I don't want the others sabotaging the dates," she wags her finger knowingly, "The day will be about my date and my date only! So no getting jealous, got it?"

"Got it," they say in unison like they're readying for a mission.

[Name] smiles at her boys, excited for what's to come.

...

[Name] readies for bed in her room. It's Sasuke's week to sleep next to her. He's as shy as a kitten and won't even change in the same room as her. He's seen her naked plenty of times, so she doesn't understand why he's so timid. As she pulls on a nightgown, a tap comes at the door.

"You can come in Sasuke, it's okay," she chuckles and turns to the door. Except, it's not Sasuke at the door. It's Madara. He stands in his shirtless glory, stone-faced as usual.

"Come," he says, waving her over. She follows his command, raising an eyebrow at his sudden appearance. He scans her dress, not saying anything about how it hugs her every curve. Instead, he wraps an arm around her waist. The gasp that emits from her lips says she wasn't expecting that.

Quickly, she recovers, placing her hands on his chest. "What do you want?"

Because it's so obvious he wants something from her. He doesn't get all touchy-feely unless he has an ulterior motive. She knows he's not one to initiate sex, so it must be to make Shisui jealous after this whole date debacle.

His lips descend upon hers, fierce and hungry. Within his arms, he feels her tremble as she kisses him back. There's a hesitative moan that parts from her lips. Her eyes droop to a half-lidded position as she instinctively pushes her hips into his. He has her right where he wants her. Between heated kisses, he says, "Stay with me the night."

"It's Sasuke's turn," she whispers. The haziness in her eyes clears.

"He is just a boy, he wouldn't know what to do with all of you," Madara declares confidently.

[Name] scoffs, feigning offense on Sasuke's behalf. "And what exactly does that mean?"

"Hmph." Madara's hands explore, skimming over the nightdress and exposed skin. "It means he can't appreciate a good woman in front of him."

This is about as sweet as he can get. [Name] appreciates the kind words, but she keeps to her promises---sometimes. "Thank you, Madara, but it's Sasuke's turn this week."

"I wish to be with you, and you reject me?" He grunts as [Name] slips from his grasp.

She straightens out the wrinkles in her gown. "Yep. Unfortunately, that's the way the cookie crumbles, babe."

He grunts disapprovingly, taking strides toward her. He leans down to kiss her neck, then her cheek, and finally her ear. "You forget that I'm stronger than you, babe."

...

A/N: Grandma died. Took a long hiatus. My bad. Smut next chapter. It was getting too long (and I have to do research for this).

Love you bye.