Obito made it three steps in the front door of the hotel before a massive hand caught hold of his collar and he found himself hauled in to the air, feet kicking at empty space and hands scrambling to hold on to the straps of his backpack. He was barely in to his teens but Obito wished he would just hit his growth spurt already so that no one could do this to him anymore. Not that he didn 't know exactly who it was holding him up by the neck.

'You, ' a familiar voice growled in his ear, 'are going to behave yourself this weekend. '

'Madara-ji. How nice to see you too! ' Obito made an effort to twist his body and offer a friendly smile to the looming figure behind him. Instead of greeting him in return, Madara shook him like a rag doll.

'I mean it. If I have to put out a single fire this weekend I will sic Tobirama on you. '