Madara Uchiha (Naruto) - Oneshot
āSo I died again.ā
Madaraās eyes were trained on the wall. He wasnāt sure how heād gotten into this particular building, all he remembered was the words of Zetsu claiming that he would not be a savior.
āHow fitting.ā
He couldnāt be angry. Everything that heād done, it was a wonder this life was so calm. He expected something more dire. Yet, he was standing inside of a school compound, dressed in a suit. From the looks of it, he was a teacher.
The irony of the situation was almost laughable. After all, heād taught Obito. Looking back on it, if his guidance had been led by something other than revenge, hatred and rage, maybe things would have turned out differently. It is possible the war would have never happened.
āYouāre much calmer than I expected. Souls typically don't take to this very well.ā
The woman that stepped into the room made his head turn from the open window. The glow of the sun lowering in the sky illuminated the room, and he released a sigh.
āGiven the life Iāve led, it was only a matter of time.ā
He supposed you were here to take him to his true destination. This must be some kind of veil. Itās not possible for someone as corrupted as him to live such a peaceful afterlife.
āI supposed that is true.ā
When you looked up, Madara was startled, your eyes were slitted, similar to the..
āKyuubiā¦ā
He mumbled in astonishment.
You smirked.
āThe tailed beasts arenāt just entities in one single place or time. Realities differ, but power is power. Regardless of how it is distributed.ā
He blinked and you were standing right in front of him. Everything in his body told him to move. Maybe it was instinct from his past life, but he no longer had any power, or chakra. You placed your hand on his shoulder and he gasped at the surge then ran through his body. Ready to accept whatever fate was on the other side.
āNi-san wake up!!ā
The yell startled him awake, and he jolted upright in the bed, staring in confusion. The child jumping on the bed right next to him was shocking.
āNi-san!! Come on, we're going to be late!ā
The younger boy staring back at him didnāt make sense.
āObito..ā
There was no mistaking that dark hair, and those eager eyes. He couldnāt have been older than maybe fourteen. His smile was big, and he was practically glowing as he continued to tug on the sleeve of his shirt.
āHurry up slowpoke!!ā
Obito dashed off the bed and into the other room and all Madara could do was gape.
Nothing was making sense. Surely he should be boiling somewhere right now.
Staring down at his hand, he just sat there for a moment, trying to figure out what his next course of action was.
āYouāre pretty slow for a smart guy.ā
He flinched.
āGyah!! W-Why the hell are you here!!ā Madara demanded pointing at the woman.
You smiled as you moved off the wall.
āIām here to watch over you. My job is to guard warrior souls. Especially the good ones.ā
He thought it was a joke. Sure, he was a warrior, but good, that had to be a mistake.
He rose from the bed, a glare directed at you.
āIām done playing your games, take me to where I have to go. Iām ready.ā
āYouāre already here.ā
āBullshit!!ā
The yell made you fold your arms.
āWhat is it that has you so anxious, is it the fact that youāre powerless here, or that you think you donāt deserve happiness.ā
He gritted his teeth, and when he crossed the space and shoved you to the wall, you barely blinked. He looked pissed.
āTake me to whatever afterlife you have in store for me!ā
āThis is your afterlife.ā
Your calm words were unnerving. He was holding your shoulders pretty tight, and when you stepped forward, he was shocked when you kicked his feet right from under him. His body hit the mattress, and he just stared up as you pinned his arms. Once again, your eyes were those prominent slits.
āYou may have been misguided, foolish, ruthless, but some part of you, itās not as dark as everything else.ā
You pressed your forefinger right on his chest, over his heart and his eyes shook as your gaze softened.
āSometimes light is possible to see if you look hard enough.ā
He wanted to believe it, question further, but he blinked and you were once again gone.
His fist tightened at his side as he stayed there, trying to process it all.
Two months, thatās how long heād been there. When it became clear that there was nowhere to go, he decided that he needed to gather as much intel as he could.
His profession, a high school history teacher.
Obito, his younger brother.
Hashirama, Tobirama, Kakashi, Tsunade, Gai, Sarutobi, Minato, Kushina, and everyone in between, they were all here. Living modern day lives. There was no chakra, no wars, no blood.
Everything here was as he expected.
It was unnatural how nice it all felt. There was a part of him that was convinced that he was stuck in a genjutsu, at least that would make sense.
But it wasnāt.
He lived a casual mundane life in a house with his brother Obito and other Uchihas that resided close by. For the better part of his time here, he kept running himself in circles, waiting for that other shoe to drop, but it didnāt come.
Seated at the table in his living room, his eyes were trained on the bowl of soul in front of him. Obito had returned a while ago and crashed the second heād been fed.
He hadnāt truly moved from the spot since then.
It was aggravating being played like a puppet.
His jaw clenched.
āI know youāre probably hovering around somewhere.ā
He didnāt have to look around to recognize the footsteps of the person that walked up behind him.
āFor the record, I donāt stay here looming around for you. Itās pretty arrogant to assume so.ā
An irk mark popped on Madaraās head.
āYouāre the one that keeps popping up in my place!!ā
āAh, progress, youāre calling it your place.ā
He grumbled, leaning back in the chair.
āWhy the hell are you doing this? What point are you trying to prove?ā
āIām not sure what youāre talking about.ā
āENOUGH WITH THE GAMES!!ā
He was fuming, and you just smiled, taking a seat.
āYouāre the first.ā
His brows furrowed, a glare still prominent on his face.
āThe first?ā
You nod.
āYouāre the first to question why life is so nice. Usually the ones I meet thank me excessively and enjoy their time. But since youāve gotten here youāve just complained. Itās kind of annoying. Youāre pretty ungrateful. ā
āDonāt screw with me.ā Madara threatened.
You just continue to smile.
āYouāre also the first one to openly threaten me even though you know what Iām capable of.ā
Madaraās expression had not evened out, and this time, your look is much more gentle.
āYou were a product of war, had things been different, itās clear your journey may have changed. Youāre far from the perfect man. There were others who faced equally challenging paths and they still chose the right side. Your decisions might have been misguided, but if you were truly heartless, you would have abandoned that boy already.ā
His eyes subconsciously moved to the door where Obito was sleeping, and you relaxed in your chair.
āEven now, youāre protective of him. All those years ago, you wanted to protect him, possibly save him. Thatās why youāre so diligently looking after him now.ā
You stood, and he could tell you were about to vanish again, so he jumped to his feet. You stopped, back turned to him.
āThis place, I didnāt create it. You did. This is your desire made into reality. If you were truly this horrible person youāre trying to make yourself seem like, you would have wished for power, domination, but youāre here, living a simple life with all the people that you have encountered, respected, cared for. This is your eternal resting place. Even if you think itās not something you deserve.ā
Madaraās head lowered, and a smile tugged at your lips when you glanced over and saw the many droplets that fell at his feet.
āEnjoy your rest, Madara Uchiha.ā
You vanished right before his eyes, and his shoulders shook as he stood there, letting the tears fall freely.
āThank you..āĀ
















