... Part 1.. Amidst Chaos.
.............................HAIKU(1)......................
WE ARE WHAT WE CHOOSE.
THE PEOPLE THAT WE LET STAY,
THE THINGS THAT WE KEEP ❤️
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Bodies of all colours and sizes litters the battlefield in huge shows of brutality... One after the other he blesses them with the sheer power him and only him alone is able to wield. That famous Uchiha strength that rivals no other, well say for one that holds within him one of the tailed beast; but his strength was magnanimous to behold. Every able shinobie that this war has ensnared is forced to bare witness as sturdy fingers twists and weaves themselves in the flash of an eye, drawing elaborate signs for the sole purpose of their ultimate destruction. He was a monster in their eyes, in their personal and biased opinions yet they couldn't help but marvel at the sight of him....
Madara Uchiha is what the world knows him by, the sharingan king that holds a candle to no other, not even his own reflection for he was that great... This war in which the world participates had been built from the shattered ruins of a dream he saw crumbled at the feet of old age, yet here he stands, young and able, quick and nimble and most of all above the heads of this new generation that seeks his end...
This was what he desired, a dream, his dream at long last realized as the Infinite Tsukuyomi... It was an idea born out of the depths of desperation during an era where death was only known, but it was his idea, one that he kept alive in every slumbering cells of his body.... The day he happened across the injured blood mate with one eye, Madara knew that all was not lost. So it was then and there that he devised his decades old dream with the aid of another. And what sweet results he yeilded already, for the world was practically crumbling at his feet.....
To his left Obito stands proudly atop the head of the ten tails. His body practically merged with the chakras of the accumulated beasts while the Hokages of the past and present, probably future as well, if there was one, engages in an all out blood bath...... But Madara sits idly, legs folded and arms firmly placed on each knee he sits in a corner and bare witness as his strongest enemy, Hashirama lays waste to the ten tails offsprings...
A fight was promised, one that was as glorious as the last they had, so he waits and watches on as men and women alike are slaughtered one by one all in the glorious name of the peace he sought....
To his right the brother of the first hokage battles relentlessly against an overgrown monster. He is aided by another who is covered in golden chakra, another hokage, Yondime perhaps. Yes he remembers that one. He died that night while trying to save the life of his mate, Mito's great niece and his new born child, the current Kiyube vessel, Naruto. That one was strange despite being a jinchuriki. He undoubtedly inherited the Will of fire and a vast pool of strength that might some how overpower him. But, Madara wasn't worried in the least for his own end was far on the horizon and theirs were quickly approaching....
The air was filled with clashing metals, the coppery taste of blood and battle cries of hopeless and hopefully alike warriors that believed in their purposes. He couldn't fault them for the morals they were taught, nor could he remain angry at the youngest Uchiha brat for siding with them. Now that boy had strength and a strong determination, perhaps just as strong as the Jinchuriki, but he was of the same blood; the last remnants of a clan slaughtered for the wavering notion of keeping the fucking peace.....
Where is your peace now Itachi?, he snickered at the heavens at the thought....
Yes, Madara knew all about Itachi's sacrifice for Konoha, he knew of the boy's defection and the burdens he carried for years on his back. The weight of having a younger sibling that saw you as a blood lusted murderer, the weight of having a nation branded you as the ultimate traitor, and the weight of a world that failed to recognize his sacrifices. Madara knew of Itachi and Sasuke's like wise Obito's many afflictions for he was there from the very beginning........
This world has become dry and listless, bathed in the breath of hatred and greed and it is by his hands it shall be cleansed, by the ultimate fruit of dreams that this world of scum be blessed. Madara was an idealist and therefore his resolve became unshakable. He would force them into submission and then put not only them but himself as well under the influence of the Tsukuyomi....
Time was ticking by slowly as he watched on whilst his old reanimated enemy fought alongside the wooded version of himself.... He kept a wary eye open at that offspring of his, the blonde child of Hashi's son that bore the seal of longevity atop her forehead. She had strength and power being the current leader of the leaf village.
With her reign came equally powerful warriors, like the last son of Sakamo Hatake and the pale looking like thing?.. The one they called the infamous orochimaru, hed been the one that woke the others up, the one that murdered the third and was once a part of Obito's Akatsuki's gang... Madara also knew of orochimaru's part played in Sasuke's upbringing as well as his current role in not only awakening the former Hokage's but healing the present ones... After all, wasn't it him, Madara whom had laid waste to the lot not so long ago...?...
To his far right the sight of the current Hyuga prince and princess were engaged in an all out battle between two large outgrowth. The grotesque looking thing was relentless but he had no doubt of its death at the hands of the Hyuga boy....
From their right stood another youth, one that trapped his enemies within his shadows like a thief, from the evidence of his power Madara knew that this child belonged to no other than the Nara clan. Ahhh, such babies they were and yet they moved forward through this entire ordeal as if war was but just another day for them..
This wasn't the way he had planned for things to expire, all this bloodshed and turmoil were a part of his and the first's world, perhaps the third, fourth and fifth as well. But Uchiha Madara had long resigned himself to his death, leaving the dream of world peace through force in the capable hands of his prodigy Obito... But some one had awakened him, and judging by the new body he was blessed with Madara knew that they still longed for his dreams to be realized........
But judging from the lack of tare in his body, he knew that the conjurer of the undead was perhaps long gone, killed by the hands of some one whom had unfortunately located his hiding place. Unfortunate indeed. This life was such a funny thing, he mused. So many lost theirs in this war, so many yet left to die and so many wishing for death rather than his forced peace. Such a travesty indeed.
Shaking his head Madara resisted the urge to sigh but boredom was something that irked him deeply. Perhaps more than not getting his way, but Hashirama promised him something and by God he was going to fight that wood using bastard if it was the last fucking thing he did. They were enemies, old enemies at that, but their sides chosen in this war renewed their differences. Looking out over the fighting shinobies made him antsy, seeing them clashing blades and slicing flesh of the things produced by the tentails in glee and sending hatred through every hits from their weapons, frazzled his nerves for he longed for a good session....
They were having fun, that much was easily readable......
"Hashirama!... Hurry up and get your ass over here before I rip your grand daughter's lovely throat out!".He grinned after the yelled comment left his lips for it quickly garnered the attention he wanted. Not only had said man paused to glance at him but a few others that probably found his comment unsavory. Get use to it, he mused, it was his way of hurrying up things but he couldn't help but want to stir some mischief in the mean time. After all he had with in his powers one powerful sharingan, compliments of Kakashi and one swirling rinnegan, thanks to his blood relative.
With one wave of his gloved hands came flying three sand ninjas, they swayed around like blowing leaves in the air and the sounds that exited their mouths amused him to no end.... Such a childish thing to do with the all powerful rinnegan and yet he couldn't stop himself from toying with the screaming lot. After a short while though, he ceased his game and instantly placed them under the influence of his mangekyou, just for added fun. He became irritantingly bored by this time and decided to play with the two boys of legend; the very ones the old man sage had prophesied about, Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha, his blood.
Might as well measure their skills he thought but oh....
what was this?.....
What. Was. This?
The earth began to shake all around him and from the looks on the others faces they too were shocked by something they had yet to witness. In his near right he could clearly see the bewildered looks on the former Hokage's faces and beside them stood Tsunade, Hashi's granddaughter whom began smiling as though she were a proud mother. What on earth was going on to even capture Obito's attention like this?. He needed to see, the desire was strong and one he was dam sure to fulfill....
Kicking himself in his rested feet, Madara climbed atop a large boulder beside him in one majestic leap, its vantage point was well rounded and provided him a startling view of the shattered beyond repair battle field.
Different coloured eyes scaned his immediate surroundings but all they captured were dust and flying debris of all sizes and shapes, some as large at half of the ten tails body... With such a force majorly displayed, it could have only belonged to the monster itself but, amidst the settling particles he saw something....
pink?....
Pink, clad in green tatters and sweating profusely while soft looking limbs continued to wreck havoc at the incoming wave of hostiles, stood out like a sore fucking thumb... He recognized the girl instantly, she was the prodigy of the current Hokage and fuck, was she taring up a storm. No one was fighting, no one say but her. It seemed her show of brute strenght had captured all of their attention.... The way she moved and swayed from left to right played out so effortlessly, and when her fist connected with another hostile, shockingly, Madara felt a shiver up his spine....
What the fuck was this?...
Who was this child that moved as though she were a goddess amongst men?...... .. He did not know her name nor her background but he trusted the seal of longevity that graced her forehead to speak as much as he wanted to learn at the moment... She was a prodigy and a dam good one at that with even the way she rendered her blonde sensei in awe.
He continued to drink up the images of the young kunoiche like a knowledge starved man that sought the truth. Such monstrous strenght the pink headed one held in her grasps. Rocks and boulders cracked from her fists, ground and structure quaked by the indentations of her punches and her enemies crumbled one by one at her feet like flying dust that threatened to sully her clothes...
Who was she.....?
The sudden need to know began to egg his mind relentlessly the more he observed; and astonishingly Madara Uchiha found himself spellbound. Even the boys of prophesy watched on, startled by her show in awe and perhaps fear? Were they afraid of this little girl?... Well she wasn't little, perhaps at the tender age of sixteen but she was a girl fighting a man's fight and fuck, the pinkie was dominating the field.
Instantaneously the reborn Uchiha skipped forward and landed beside Hashirama and the girl's sensei out of sheer curiosity. Both Hokages immediately ground themselves but he waved their uneasiness off.
"What do you want Mada?" His long time enemy questioned with a frown but as he was was about to answer he immediately caught sight of four flying projectiles, all heading for the still fighting girl. With out intending to, he reached out involuntarily and leaped forward, covering the distance between him and that of the pink headed one. And just before the sharp looking stakes made contact, he appeared in a blinding flash, kicking them away and grabbing his new found muse by the hips.
In the wink of an eye and by the sight of her beautiful jaded, blood soaked stare, they both disappeared, leaving nothing behind but loud gasps and Startling screams of no's and SAKURA's behind his tail.
So that was her name, SAKURA? How lovely and quite fitting. SAKURA she was and safe also, for the time being, of coarse......