It was your turn to pick an item. You were a little bit nervous. It seemed like mostly villains were left, leaving you with a slim chance of getting anyone you actually knew. “Well, here goes nothing I guess.” You placed your hand inside the bucket and began to feel around. Nothing was really interesting so you just lifted up what was currently in your hand. It was a shot glass. “I really have no idea who's this is.”
“It doesn't actually belong to me, but I used it.” Madara stood, walking casually over to you. “I brought nothing for such a game.”
Jiraiya stiffened, unhappy that Madara was there. “I don't remember inviting you.” He pulled you away from Madara. “Why don't you pick something else?”
“No, it's fine. Just about everyone here opposes the leaf anyway. I might as well go.” You moved away from Jiraiya and took Madara's hand. “Don't try anything with those sharingan man.” You led him to the closet and sat down on the floor.
“I guess if I can't change your mind.” Jiraiya sighed. “Just keep on your toes okay? I'll see you in seven minutes.” The door was shut, but not locked.
“I don't understand why he would invite a bunch of evil people then not want them to play. It just doesn't make sense to me.” You sighed. “Anyway, I heard you were a pretty honorable guy, so I trust you not to kill me in a closet.”
“I have no reason to kill, or fight you. And you're correct, if I were to kill you, it would not be here.” The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he was trying not to smile. “I don't believe that's why we're in here though. I wasn't here when the rules were explained however.” Madara leaned closer to you, staring at you with those piercing red eyes.
“R-right.” You laughed nervously. “It be kind of weird to send two ninja into a closet to fight to the death.” You cleared your throat and tried to regain composure. “I'm not really sure if you want to do what we're supposed to be doing though.”
“Why wouldn't I? Because I'm evil?” He smirked. “I like having fun too you know. But if you aren't interested, then I won't worry about it. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable.” He leaned back, giving you space to think.
“No, no. I wanted to play. I even kinda told Jiraiya off so I could. It's really okay.” You blushed at how needy you sounded.
“Oh. Well okay then.” Madara once again moved in close. “I just didn't want you running to Jiraiya upset with me.” He took your chin in his hand and lifted your lips to meet his, kissing you gently. He didn't try anything else, simply for lack of time. But that kiss was more than enough. If you didn't know better you would have sworn you were a puddle of mush. You didn't even notice that he'd stopped kissing you. “Are you okay?”
“I'm fine.” You shot straight up, extremely embarrassed. “I just thought I heard the door open is all.” You laughed.
“The door is open.” Madara stood up, helping you up in the process. “Are you sure you're okay? I don't see how you couldn't notice all that noise and light.”
“I'm fine, you just used your sharingan on me. Yeah, that's why I didn't notice.” You snorted. “Trying to make yourself seem like such a great kisser when it was nothing but a clever trick.”
Madara's expression was flat. “I didn't use my sharingan.” He slowly began to grin. “I'm glad you think I'm a good kisser.” He leaned in close to whisper in your ear. “Perhaps we can meet again, without such time restraints. I could show you my other talents.” With that he smiled, and left the room.