Madara's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing in annoyance when he heard the sound of someone knocking on the door to his chambers.

it's Saturday, dammit. He's off duty. Out of the game for 24 hours.

Madara didn't want to, but he forced himself to stand up from the comfy spot he had been lazing on in his bed, trudging to the door. He hadn't been panning on getting put of bed all day. Hell, he was still in his pajamas! Sure, it was noon... but what does that matter?! He's the clan head! He'll do what he pleases on his day off.

"What?" Madara swung the door open abruptly, looking out into the hallway of the Uchiha compound for whoever was bothering him during his day off. His voice was gruff and deep, his eyes squinting to see. Madara was the very image of intimidating, like he lived in a perpetual limbo between boredom and apathy.