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Characters: Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Itachi and Uchiha Sasuke
When: July 19th
Where: Abandoned School
Rating: PG
Summary: Madara wants some information on what his future holds. The two who seem to know the most about Madara, Sasuke and Itachi, are called forth to give him the answers he wants.

The school house, at least the room that he had decided to wait in, was doing a decent job at keeping the rain out. A few drips could be heard, but the roof seemed to be holding strong. Which was good. It would be tiresome if he was to have these meetings while being rained on.

Sasuke would arrive soon and, after that, Itachi would arrive a short time later. Questioning the brothers seemed like the best course of action. If one of them lied to him, for some reason, he could easily find out due to inconsistencies between stories. Though, as of now, Madara saw no reason to why they would lie to him at all. But, perhaps more would be revealed very soon.

The sound of footsteps could be heard in the distance, Madara picking out the sound with no problem. Sasuke, it seems, had arrived.

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True to his word, Sasuke had been there within a couple of minutes. The school wasn't hard to get to, especially when one used their speed. He was soaked, but didn't seem to particularly care. When he had left, he had made sure to leave behind a shadow clone to take over the duty of caring for Itachi. He was blind now, after all.

When Sasuke entered the classroom, he immediately walked over to the decaying desk and leaned against it, arms folded over his chest as he watched the older man with calculating, crimson eyes. If he played his cards right, there was a slim chance that even he would be able to use the infamous Madara, just as he had used Orochimaru.

"What is it you want to know." Blunt and to the point. Madara would have been, too. It really was scary how similar they were, although the Madara he knew previously hadn't been around long enough for him to pick apart those similarities like Itachi could.

Edited 2010-07-20 06:32 (UTC)

Sasuke was right, Madara preferred (at this age at least) to get straight to the point. There was no need to sugar coat or get on some tangent that would only waste his time.

"I want to know how you know me. You seem to be from after my time, yet you claim that you have spoken to be back in our world. How, exactly, is this possible?"

"You're partially right." Sasuke unfolded his arms for a moment to unzip his hoodie, peeling it off and folding it over an arm before folding his arms over his chest again.

"In our world, I had been on the way to confront Itachi, my brother, within a cave. When I neared my destination point, I found myself in another world, within a city called Toshima. I was there for a little over a year, and that's where I first met you. You were older, very much so. You had already fought Shodaime - Senjuu Hashirama - and lost. You were presumed dead, but you weren't. You survived, somehow, and laid low, biding your time to attempt revenge on Konoha." He paused there, watching his ancestor.

"Do you want to hear your life's story as you told it to me, Madara? Knowledge can get you a little further, even here."

"Is that so...?"

So, the fight that he was planning to challenge Hashirama to back home...he was going to lose it. If this boy was telling the truth, that is. He knew Hashirama was one of the most powerful ninja in the entire world, but so was he. The outcome of that battle could very well go either way.

But, if he was left for dead after the battle and had somehow survived...perhaps it was possible that he could live on long past his supposed death. With his chakra supply, he wouldn't be surprised if his lifespan longer than most.

"Yes, I think hearing what...I told you would be helpful in this situation."

A casual shrug from Sasuke before he continued, "You lead everyone to believe you were dead. Shodaime passed the reigns over to his brother, who in turn created the Konoha Police Corps. to be run by the Uchiha. As time passed, the clan got smaller and smaller.

Eighteen years ago, for me, Kyuubi attacked Konoha. You said that it wasn't you, and the Uchiha were suspected of the attack anyway. Yondaime died in the attack, leaving Sandaime to be Konoha's Hokage once more.

Needless to say, the clan didn't like this, and they were quickly growing tired of the suppression Konoha had them under. In the end, my father started planning a coup d'état. My brother was used as a spy on the village, when in reality he was a double agent. He's a pacifist, thanks to the Ninja War that occurred a year before my birth.

Itachi tried to smooth things over, tried to get the two sides to come to an understanding to avoid civil war. It wasn't meant to be. Sometime during negotiations, I assume, Itachi was the only one to figure out that you were still alive, somehow. Negotiations failed, and the clan was ordered to be eliminated. When that happened, Itachi sought you out. He asked for your aid in the task, in which you got what you wanted in your revenge on the clan, with a promise that you wouldn't touch Konoha.

When I was seven years old, I came home one night late from training, only to find bodies along the street. In a panic, I hurried to my home, only to find our parents had already been killed by my own brother. I was the only survivor that night, and since that night and until a year ago, Itachi played the role of the bad guy, wanting me to grow up hating him, to train until I obtained my own Mangekyou." Sasuke shook his head lightly, pausing when he realized he had gone off on a tangent.

"After the Uchiha Massacre, Itachi joined your organization, Akatsuki, where he has been ever since. I have no clue what you wanted to accomplish by attaining all nine of the bijuu, and I don't really care either."

Edited 2010-07-21 05:46 (UTC)

"So...the Senju did oppress our clan. I knew their rule would eventually lead to that."

After his small interruption, he listened intently to Sasuke's story. He knew that he could very well use the Kyuubi to his advantage, he even planned on using it against Hashirama the next time he encountered him. But...he can't be sure that the attack on the village in eighty years was orchestrated by himself.

As for what happened to the clan on the orders of the village elders and Hokage...Madara wasn't sure how to feel. He had warned them of what would happen if he wasn't made Hokage and if they continued to rely on the Senju for leadership. No one listened to him and the clan turned their backs on him. He was right and they were wrong...and they paid for their mistakes with their lives.

The only way to efficiently kill an Uchiha was with another Uchiha, it seemed the Senju had learned much about his clan from the war. So ordering an Uchiha to eliminate the clan was only fitting. It would get the job done and dishonor the clan all at the same time. Being cut down by their own blood...disgraceful.

And Sasuke said this could not have been accomplished without his assistance. The clan was full of fools, Madara knew that. He hated his clan and he hated Konoha. If any chance of revenge appeared, Madara knew that he would have taken it no matter what it was.

"I see," Madara said, his face still as impassive as ever. "It seems that much have changed greatly in the last eighty years."

Sasuke glanced up at Madara before shifting his gaze elsewhere. A lot had indeed changed since Madara's time, and Sasuke, since the age of eight, was determined to revive his clan, revive the proud name of Uchiha... and return the clan to its once former and fearful, powerful glory.

"When it concerns the clan, unfortunately. Since you informed me of such circumstances, my goal shifted from wanting to kill my brother to destroying Konoha, however being here hinders that." He glanced back up at his uncle again, a smirk tugging weakly at his lips.

"However, Kyuubi's jinchuuriki is here within Nesreca as well. Perhaps that could be beneficial."

"I don't blame you for your shifting of goals. Creating Konoha was probably one of the worst mistakes we ever made. It should have never been created. I should have pushed my opposition harder on the clan."

Sasuke's next statement caused his impassive mask to slip. A small smirk appeared on his face and a wicked look appeared in his eyes. This...could be interesting.

"The Kyuubi jinchuuriki is here? So, the Kyuubi was finally sealed into a human vessel. This could be very helpful for us. Do you know this person?"

"If Konoha was needed to be born that badly, you should have been made Hokage, not your former rival." Sasuke watched, amused by the slip in the mask Madara wore. Looks like he had somewhat of an upper hand in this situation.

"What can you offer me if I tell you, Madara?"

"The whole village turned against me. There was no way I would have been selected to be Hokage over Hashirama. Things would have turned out much differently if I had been chosen to be Hokage."

What could he offer Sasuke? Madara smirk widened a bit and he let out a small chuckle.

"Power over this world. Power over our own world. Enough power to destroy Konoha ten-fold and get the revenge that we both desire so much."

"Perhaps, but there would be more than just the three of us remaining."

At the offer, Sasuke couldn't help but let his own smirk widened. One of his arms unfolded itself, placing a hand over an eye as he started to shake with silent laughter.

"I could care less about this world and its troubles." Sasuke's hand slid down partially, revealing his Sharingan. "But everything else...

You've got yourself a deal, Madara. The Kyuubi jinchuuriki goes by the name Uzumaki Naruto. He isn't too hard to find; easy enough to spot in a crowd due the whisker-like scars the Kyuubi has given him."

At that name, Madara's smirk vanished. It wasn't the given name that surprised him, but it was the clan name. He knew that clan well...an old and long living clan from his time. He wasn't surprised to know that it had survived.

"Uzumaki Naruto...would he happen to be related to an Uzumaki Mito?"

Sasuke gave a casual shrug, as if such trivial knowledge didn't concern him at all.

"As far as I'm aware, Naruto has no family. An orphan like myself."

"Uzumaki Mito is the wife of the first Hokage, Hashirama. She comes from a powerful clan. The Uzumaki clan is known for their skills at sealing jutsus and their long lives. I wouldn't be surprised to know the Uzumaki clan sealed the Kyuubi into one of their own..."

He would still get his hands on the Kyuubi, no matter who it was sealed inside of. And if this boy had no contact with the Uzumaki clan...he could be clueless of the powers of his own clan. This could be an advantage for him and Sasuke.

"But I suppose it doesn't matter. If he's an orphan, he most likely is clueless to any of his clan's teachings. Tell me, Sasuke...is there anything else about him I should be aware of? Does he have any special abilities?"

"The last I heard from Orochimaru, before I killed him, was that he spent three years training with Jiraiya, one of Konoha's Legendary Sannin, just as I had with Orochimaru during the same time frame. I had only seen him once, back in our world, since I left Konoha.

When he arrived in Toshima, that specific Naruto indeed was stronger than I recalled. But this one, I don't know."

Sasuke watched the other, placing his arm atop of the other as he spoke. "His trademark ninjutsus, however, are the kage bunshin jutsu and one he calls 'Rasengan.' The latter is a wind type, which is both advantageous and disadvantageous to me."

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