Itachi pushes aside the cyan curtains and glances outside. He sees people walking, and strange metal carriages barreling down roads.

"What are those things?" He asks, the question directed to [Name]. Unfortunately, the boys won't leave her room. Madara wants to stay and watch [Name]—to make sure she's not some powerful ninja tricking them all—, Shisui wants to watch Madara and protect [Name], Itachi won't leave Shisui's side, and Sasuke won't leave Itachi's side. So here she is, changing in front of all of them, with Shisui using the blanket to shield her from everyone's eyes.

[Name] glances outside, assuming Itachi is alluding to the cars. "Ah, those are cars. They're way faster than any other type of transport, besides trains and planes."

Itachi wants to ask what a plane is, but would rather not bother the naked girl with so many questions.

[Name] shimmies on a shirt and some shorts, huffing as she does. "Shisui, you can put down the blanket, I'm dressed. Thank you."

Shisui drops the blanket and grins at her. She gives him a quick smile before walking around him and heads for the bathroom. The four follow her.

[Name] tries to ignore them as she rummages through the drawers to find headache medicine. Once she finds them beneath the many hair ties and rubber bands, she gulps them down.

The pill is dry against her throat, leaving a knot welling in her esophagus. This pill also makes her realize all that before her, is real, and she isn't dreaming. However, her denial builds in strength every time she peers at them.

They follow her to the kitchen, where four (convenient) barstools sit in a row along the counter. As they sit, like good boys, all at once, their stomachs ache. Their stomachs twist and quiver at the scent of food.

Black eyes bore into the back of [Name's] head as she shoves bread into a toaster and she can feel it. The piercing gazes of them.

[Name] hunches her shoulders over as the nervousness creeps up her back. Her mind races with irrational thoughts of running away or lashing out at them.

She hears one of them clear their throat. "Ahem, we're hungry, woman."

Oh God, it's Madara. Her mind reels at the thought of serving the man who tried to kill her.

"Hey, gramps! She has a name," the voice she recognizes as Shisui speaks up. "What's your name?"

Slowly, she turns. There's hesitation in her voice when she says, "[Name]."

"Well [Name]," Shisui starts with a grin. "Can you cook for us?"

The toast pops up from the toaster, startling the already jumpy girl. She closes her eyes and breathes. Oh, how badly she wanted to tell them she's not their maid, but she remembers, they are trained killers. Despite their weapons turning fake into the real world, that will not stop then from pulling knives from the silverware drawer and stabbing her outright. Knowing Madara, that's probably what he wants to do right now.

"Um, yes," she mumbles, opening her eyes again to stare at Shisui in his eyes. "But only if you'll help."

She then stares Madara down. "However, I don't want you near knives Madara. So Sasuke and Itachi, can you please take your grandpa into the other room?"

Itachi nods taking Madara's arm as the older man grumbles about how much [Name] is a brat.

The only woman in the room ignores him and pulls out pots and pans as they walk into the living room. Within moments, the TV turns on, and a woman's voice echos through the big house. [Name] hears the woman talk about the storm from last night and more possible storms and rainy days.

As she places the pans on the stove, Shisui pops up next to her. He peers over her shoulder with a charming grin.

"What're we gonna cook?" He asks.

Too close, Is [Name's] first thought as she feels his chest on her back. His heat radiates off him as well as his charming and trusting aura.

[Name] swallows the lump in her throat.

"Well, it's morning time, so omelets I guess. It'll fill everyone up," she says. The surrealness of cooking for anime characters weighs on her chest when Shisui pops open the fridge to look for ingredients.

He takes onions, bell peppers, spinach, a block of cheese, and mushrooms out of the fridge. With his hands full, he places them all down on a cutting board.

"Do you trust me with a knife?" He jokes, but [Name] doesn't laugh. Instead, [Name] cracks some eggs into a bowl to whisk it.

"Barely," she huffs as he finds the knives.

...

When the food is done and plated, [Name] calls the boys to the dining room to eat. They couldn't have run faster to their seats.

"Thank you!" Itachi says before digging in.

"Thanks," Sasuke says through a forkful of food.

"Hmph," Madara grunts. Despite his stomach eating itself, Madara didn't want to eat, since he thinks [Name] will possibly poison all of them. Nevertheless, he shoves the omelet into his mouth. Madara's so hungry; it's something he never felt before. He could go days without eating, but once he settled here and smelt toast, his stomach betrayed him.

The others feel the same way. They can't remember the last time they ever ate something and something so good at that. [Name] settles for her cold toast, not wanting to eat with them.

Thinking they might need something to wash it down, [Name] takes out four cups.

"Tea? Water? Juice?" She yells out from the kitchen.

"Tea!" They yell back in unison.

She grunts, hoping they would want water rather than tea. She boils some water in her mother's kettle and pours the hot liquid into awaiting cups with tea bags in it. She finds a tray to carry all four cups at once before waltzing into the dining room.

She sets the tray down, and like savages, they all grab a cup. Madara takes a sip before setting the cup down next to his half-empty plate.

"You'd make a great wife," he says.

The others nod in agreement.

[Name] scrunches her face together, the confusion and disgust pouring from her expression. "Thanks?"

She sits across from Madara and to the left of Sasuke. The girl—who feels absolutely delusional— pulls out her phone. God how much she wanted to cry to her mother about the four strange weirdos that suddenly appeared in her room, but she sucks it up and saves it for another time. Mackenzie would be suitable to vent to as well, but [Name] doesn't want to bother her while she's taking exams.

It's for another time. [Name] thinks as she stares down at her phone.

No notifications. Her life is empty without the three people she associates with: Adam, Mackenzie, and her mother. All her other friends ditched when she wouldn't leave Adam, thinking she's crazy for loving such a guy.

The four see how solemn her face turns when she stares at the device in her hand. A forlorn and dejected aura emits from her in waves. It worries them, but they couldn't figure out why. The need to comfort her or bring her out of her thoughts creeps into their minds, but they can't speak through the food in their mouths.

Sasuke swallows quickly, almost choking when the food withers down his throat. "What's that?"

His question brings her out of the slump she's in, which eases the mysterious ache.

"Oh!" She says, turning her phone into her hands. "This is a cellphone. It makes communication easier. Rather than sending a hawk to communicate with friends, family, or comrades, you just call 'em."

"How does it work?" Itachi asks. His thin, long fingers easily slip the phone from her grasp. He looks at the device, tapping the screen like a child. The curious look in his eyes almost makes her smile. Almost.

"Oh, well, I don't know exactly. Something about a satellite," she mumbles, reaching over the table to take it out of Itachi's hands.

"Call someone!" Shisui exclaims. The excitement in his voice is hardly held back.

[Name] stares at her phone again. Who would she call? Everyone she knows is busy. Mom is on a trip with her boyfriend, Mackenzie is taking exams and studying, and Adam, well, he's being Adam.

She settles for her mom. Placing her phone flat on the table, she dials the number and presses speaker for them all to see. It rings, and rings, and rings, then finally:

"Hello!" Her mother's sing-song voice plays out through the receiver. Madara glares, wondering if this is another jutsu the young woman cast on them.

"Hi, mama!" [Name] greets.

"Did you need something?"

"Well, not exactly," [Name] mumbles. "I just wanted you to know that four friends showed up suddenly. They have no other place to go."

"Oh, poor kids," her mother hums. "You feed them well! Mi casa es su casa! Haha!"

For a moment, [Name] hoped her mother would tell her that they'd have to leave and fend for themselves. But [Name's] mother is too kind for that, too carefree.

"All right m-"

"Thank you, Mama!" Shisui yells out suddenly, a broad smile forms on his face. "The Uchihas greatly appreciate your hospitality! We promise to take care of your house!"

"Oh, is that one of your friends [Name]? Oh, he sounds lovely!" She giggles. "You're very welcome, sweetie. Please make yourself at home!"

Shisui's silly grin won't leave his face. "I like your mom."

"I like her too," [Name] deadpans, as she switches the speaker off and holds the phone to her ear. "Hey, mam-"

"No boys in your room," she says in that motherly tone of hers.

"Ma-"

"That boy sounds like he can sweet talk you into doing some naughty stuff."

"M-"

"I would know. That's how you were born! Ha!"

"Mom!!" [Name] screams. She lowers her voice when she hears the volume of it. It startles the men, but they don't show it on their face. With a sigh, she says, "I'm not even thinking of that stuff, and plus, I have Adam."

I have Adam.

Oh boy, they did not like to hear that.

...

A/N: Already possessive? Sounds like an Uchiha.