When Madara had finished dealing with the Hokages and turned up to see how Obito was doing, it was to find the younger man being unwillingly enveloped in what looked like a group hug. Had the young man not looked as if he'd dearly love to strip the flesh from the bones of the three men who were hugging him, he probably would have given him up as a traitor to the cause and dealt with him accordingly. Obito turning traitor wasn't that far fetched since the man had dearly cared for his comrades before, and as two of the three individuals that were hugging the stuffing out of the young Uchiha were comrades and the third belonged to Obito's home village...

"What happened here?" he asked, taking in the bizarre scene that he'd arrived in in the middle of instead of the fight he'd been expecting.

"They seem to think I was molested for some reason." Obito replied as he kicked his dropped fan towards him. He would be having words with the brat about that later, but he would let it slide for now since they needed to put up a united front.

"What's the big deal? So was I, and I turned out just fine." he replied as he picked up his beloved fan which he would be using to beat the shit out of Obito after they won.

Thank you very much Obito, he mentally snarled. It's the day of our great triumph, the day that all plans come to fruition, the day that I have to be completely focused on the world I'm going to create and you just had to make me remember what uncle Hiro did that one time he'd gotten too drunk to see straight and mistook me for a teenage girl.

As he was in the middle of imagining exactly what he was going to do to Obito and his former comrades, he felt something wrap itself around his midsection. Looking down, he found himself looking into a pair of blue eyes that were looking straight back up into his without fear.

It was the Kyuubi Jinchuriki, and it was hugging him.

It was HUGGING him!

Nobody but nobody hugged him except Izuna. Izuna and, well...