Men. Four men. Walking around with only towels to cover their privates.

With [Name] being single now, she can gaze at their sculpted bodies as much as she wants, but she expresses her nervousness to them, explaining that with one false move, their whole life will be exposed. So, now the boys take extra precaution of their dangly bits.

With their nudeness in mind, she conjures up an idea to deal with it. She gathers them all into the living room for a short meeting.

"All right boys! Imma buy some clothes, so you guys can look more... modern," [Name] says, gesturing towards their lack of clothing. "Ugh, but I don't want to spend any money."

She huffs and drags a hand through her hair.

"Thank you. Wearing clothes from this time will help us blend in more," Shisui says, his smile ever-present.

[Name] grunts, completely dismissing Shisui by grabbing her keys and purse at the door. "Riiiiigggghhhttt. I'll be back. Don't fuck anything up!"

...

The weather decided to clear up from the other two muddy, rainy days. Although it's not shining brightly out, the sight of no grey clouds comforts [Name's] heart.

I won't get rained on at least.

While on the bus to downtown, [Name] feels her phone ring in her pocket. She pulls it out and checks the ID before answering.

"Mackenzie! I-"

"Before you say anything [Name]," Mackenzie says in a hurry. "I'm finished with all of my exams!"

A squeal rings in [Name's] ear canal, and she pulls the phone away from her face.

"Yes, good for you," [Name] says, putting the phone back to her ear.

"You're a fake friend [Name]. I thought you would be happy for me," Mackenzie whines. "We can hang out again."

"Okay, yeah, I'm happy for you, ecstatic even! But right now 'Kenzie, I have," she pauses, checking around the bus for anyone eavesdropping on her conversation. She lowers her voice and says, "I have four anime guys living in my house."

"Oh, cool? Are they cosplayers?"

"No, they're real. They popped out of nowhere. Itachi, Madara, Sasuke, and Shisui are living with me now, and I don't know what to do."

There's a long pause before Mackenzie sighs. "You're not making any sense."

"Okay!" [Name] bursts out, but then realized the loudness of her voice. Some fellow passengers glance at her then back to their phones. "I mean, okay. Come over later, around dinner?"

"Ugh, you're at your mom's house, right? That's like three hours away plus traffic? Yeah, no thanks!"

"No please, please, please! You have to come over," [Name] begs, the desperation in her voice rises.

"Okay. But I'm coming over tomorrow. I deserve a nap after two days of finals," Mackenzie comprises.

[Name] groans but agrees. "Fine. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"'Kay! 'Night night!"

The phone beeps in [Name's] ear, and she huffs.

A full day of shopping is ahead of her, and she's not looking forward to it.

...

When [Name] arrives home, she has at least ten bags on both arms. She heaves them into the living room and drops them all on the floor.

Madara, who's meditating, opens one eye and huffs. "Could you be any louder?"

[Name] gives him a wry smile. "Sorry your majesty, but I had to catch a bus and walk with ten bags—ten heavy bags. So I'm a little tired."

Madara grunts his usual Uchiha grunt and closes his eye. "Pick me out something to wear."

She grinds her teeth together, her mocking tone ever-present. "Of course your majesty."

Shisui and Itachi come into the living area after hearing [Name's] voice ring out. Shisui points to the many bags on the floor.

"Is that for us?" He asks, but before she answers, he digs into a bag, pulling out underwear, pajamas and more.

"I also treated myself, so if you see anything that looks like it's for a woman, it's mine," [Name] and turns to the hallway to call for Sasuke. Once again, Madara complains about the volume of [Name's] voice.

Sasuke storms downstairs, holding his towel tightly to his body. "What?"

"Clothes. Living room. Put some on."

He groans and storms into the living room.

Madara calls [Name] back, reminding her that she's supposed to hand him clothing. With another Yes, Your Majesty, [Name] grabs something without looking and throws it at the lazy man. It hits him square in the face since his guard is down.

Madara opens his eyes to see the clothes presented to him. With his index finger and thumb, he picks them up. "Lingerie and a bra. Nice."

His dead voice rings in her ears as well as the others' laughter. She stomps up to the seated man and snatches both items from him. "If you don't like it, then get your own clothes."

Of course, she only says this to cover her embarrassment.

Madara stands, a smirk shining on his face. "I like it, but I think it would look better on you."

...

Dinner passes, and bedtime comes swinging around. The issue of sharing beds is still at hand.

Sasuke snags [Name's] room, much to her dismay, and Shisui claims the upstairs guest bedroom. All that's left is Itachi and Madara.

The two men stand before her, wearing their freshly bought pajamas. Madara refuses to wear a shirt, so [Name] takes it as her nightshirt instead.

"Any of you want the downstairs bed? It's big and spacious and has a bathroom. A closet for all your new clothes," she explains, hoping Madara will take it rather than Itachi. She tries to make the room seem it's fit for a king since that's more of Madara's style, but he doesn't take the bait.

Unfortunately, they don't speak up and instead look at each other. [Name] throws her hands up, finally giving up.

"Fine! Don't speak. I'm going to my mom's room, and whoever gets in the bed first will sleep next to me," she says, storming upstairs.

On her way up, [Name] switches off all lights until she reaches her mother's room. It smells of heavy perfume and laundry detergent as she opens the door. Gently, she closes the door, letting the dark consume the room, and slips beneath the blankets.

[Name] doesn't attempt to sleep. Her eyes are wide open, but she can't see the ceiling above her. It takes twenty minutes before the door opens. There's barely any light, but since [Name's] eyes adjusted to the encroaching dark, she can see the outline is Madara.

Damn it, Itachi! She curses him and turns her head away from the man. He approaches the other side of the bed and climbs in with a grunt. He lays on his back and folds his arms over his chest. His eyes close.

To sound polite, [Name] says, "Goodnight."

"Hush woman."

Her face scrunches at his rudeness, and this time, she isn't taking any of his sass.

"I won't until you say goodnight, it's only nice," she says, her childish side brimming the edges of her personality. "Soooo, goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight goodnight good-"

Madara presses a finger to her lips. "[Name], quiet. It's time to sleep."

His voice is soft, entirely different from the way he usually speaks. It comes to her as a surprise since she never thought his voice could be delicate. His movements weren't any different from his tone. Although his fingers were ridden with callouses, he brushes her cheek ever so gently and pulls away.

It's been so long since [Name] had any type of gentle affection since she never received any from Adam, so she thrives off of this. She wants him to touch her more, tenderly, graciously.

Before Madara folds his arm back to his chest, [Name] grabs his hand and holds it.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to hold your hand while I sleep," she says and closes her eyes.

Madara grunts, liking her assertiveness. It's different from the passive women he's known and courted. [Name] reminds him of the people he's battled, the bravery in them and the strength seem to shine from her.

She feels different.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."