A world of truth and not lies, a world of winners and no losers, a world where dreams become reality... yes, that's the world I'd fight for and die.

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Uchiha Madara [ うちはマダラ]
karyuu-no-hou asked:
"You... How are you still alive?" Madara glares at the Kyuubi's jinchuuriki. But he took his bijuu from him. It was not possible for this brat to be on his feet and doing so well.

kazenokyuubi:

kazenokyuubi:

"Well, you thought wrong Madara!" Naruto excited as he stood some distance away from him before transforming into his new six paths sage mode. "You’ll pay for what you’ve done to everyone!"

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Naruto wondered if Madara would listen to him, and stop this mindless violence all in the name of that plan. If he did somehow manage to get it started, it would surely be worse then Armageddon itself, dooming the world, but the elder Uchiha didn’t seem to get it. It seemed like he was hellbent on becoming this world’s savior as he put it. “If you won’t listen to me, then go ahead, see what happens when you unleash Kaguya’s plan, and end up damning the whole world, but I won’t let you!” Naruto exclaimed as he stood ready to fight as Sasuke joined him a few moments later thanks to Tobirama’s transportation justu.

They both avoided his attack, but barely as they sweated, seeing what he could do. “He’s gone mad Sasuke! We have to stop him here and now before he can enact the Eye of The Moon Plan, if he does, then we’re all doomed!” Naruto said to his friend and much to his surprise, Sasuke agreed, having met Hagoromo as well.

Once they were sure they had an opening, Naruto formed a rasengan and used a bit of the one tail’s chakra to make a sealing one that would put a dent in his powers while Sasuke used a variation of his chidori that sparked black before the both of them charged forward at Madara intend on attack him from the sides.

They fought and it appeared as if they had almost cornered him when he used to switch with his limbo clone and he came out of the contact intact. These guys weren’t kids anymore. They had gotten powers almost equal to his own and the Uchiha boy’s left eye had an unique ability… it looked like a rinnegan but a bit different by pattern and power. He was trying to analyze them and all suddenly Naruto’s story was starting to make sense. For Madara remembered fighting them before their supposed death and they weren’t this strong. If they had really met the sage and he had given them powers, reviving them, they most likely knew his story. Otherwise, how could they get this strong in an instant? What was Kaguya’s plan? No, that couldn’t be. She was dead long time ago, so was Hagoromo. What mattered was the future. He had always been looking ahead. The victor was the one looking forward.

Anyway, he couldn’t waste any more time playing around and he saw the perfect opportunity. That weak ninja, Kakashi, with the kamui sharingan was standing a few meters away, unprotected. He had to get his other eye before that traitor, Obito could do anything to it. Madara quickly dashed at him and in mere seconds he had snatched his eye and implanted it as his own. Apparently he wasn’t going to stop. He firmly believed the Moon’s eye was the salvation, maybe he was really going insane. It was written on the tablet, words inscribed by Hagoromo himself. So what did this brat think he knew more? Suddenly from behind Sasuke came in with a slash and cut his body in half. “Heh… I think I am starting to understand how your power works, boy. But, it’s too late.” He had already activated kamui and he transported to the other dimension, to get back his left eye and commence the Infinite Dream.

pink-haired-kunoichi:

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Sakura stopped as well, noticing how confused he seemed by her words. Why was it so shocking she thought he was named after Madara? “But you can’t be. Its impossible. Madara lived many years ago. He’s dead now, and even if he were alive, he’d be really old, and probably not able to move around.” She looked him over. “You don’t look old at all. And from what I’ve read, Madara was evil, wanting to take control of the village from the First Hokage. You seem pretty nice to me.”

He listens, a more concentrated look on his face. If what the girl was talking about was true, then that would mean either he had ended up in the future or she had come to the past or she was just mentally ill. Considering all the medical books, being sick herself was out of the question. What had happened? To him, everything seemed normal, like a new day in Konoha. Surely there seemed to be new buildings around, but that was not odd. The village was constantly under construction and new houses were built all the time. However, he hadn’t seen Hashirama this morning or anyone he was familiar with. Still, that wasn’t weird. New clans were joining their alliance all the time and people were shifting without notice.

Then he blinked. “Didn’t you say that Tsunade was your teacher? That can’t be possible… She is just two…” he suddenly realized and franticly searched for the hokage monument with savage eyes. He couldn’t see it from here. He dropped the books and dashed ahead, climbing a building only for mere seconds to clear a view for himself. There, he saw five carved faces in the rocks and he stood, frozen. What? How was this possible? Was he dreaming? Because this was a nightmare. Especially seeing Tobirama’s face on the wall. He turned round to look back at the girl, recalling her words. Madara was evil. His eyelids gently fell down, half closing as he was starting to understand his situation. 

If this girl deemed him evil, would she then try to kill him? He folded arms. “Seems like this is some kind of joke.” his sharingan activated, but no genjutsu could he sense. Was this world real or had he really traveled in time in his sleep? Those questions troubled his mind.

(Source: karyuu-no-hou)

painful starters
"Loving you was a mistake."
"I hate you."
"You left me alone."
"There's nothing left to say."
"Was s/he better for you?"
"I'm sorry ---- I'm sorry I left you there."
"What do you mean, it's over?"
"Please don't say that."
"I can't forgive you."
"You turned your back on me!"
"You don't get to come back and try to win me again."
"I'm not giving a seconds change."
"What do you care if I die?"
"What do you care if I get hurt?"
"Who are you again?"
"This is over."
"I don't want to see you again."
"I can't do this. I can't see you anymore."
"I can't see you with her/him."
"I need to leave."

thiccbitch:

people need to understand that some people just don’t like talking it has nothing to do with u so don’t take it personally like some people just aren’t talkers and they’ll probably never text u first or initiate a conversation and it’s not because they don’t like u it’s just that they don’t think to say anything bc they’re comfortable with not saying anything

karyuu-no-hou asked:
Out to search for some mushrooms, Madara notices an unfamiliar presence around the bushes. He quickly jumps up and silently hides in the crown of a tree. He quietly observes the figure. Seems like a scruffy kid, a few years younger. What was he up to? For he knew even children could be dangerous at these times, he awaited without baring ill intention for the moment.

ita-ita-senju:

ita-ita-senju:

Itama crouched in the grass watching a trail of ants cross his path and occasionally scurry over his bare feet tickling his toes. His mind was else where though. Kawarama and Tobirama had gotten into an argument that morning and Hashirama had tried to settle things between the squabbling brothers, but to no avail. Itama had ran out of the house the moment they had started to scream at one another. He didn’t even stop for his shoes. 

The young boy sighed trying to find peace again, completely unaware of the shinobi hiding above him in the tree tops. Itama glanced to his right and spotted a broken branch. He grasped it in his soft hands—which had not been touched by the violence of war yet—and began drawing in the dirt with it. 

Itama let out a small yelp as he was lifted from the water and flipped onto Madara’s back. He can walk on water, Itama thought impressed as the other boy carried him across and set him down onto the hot rocks on the opposite bank. I haven’t even mastered tree climbing yet… 

“My oldest brother, Hashirama is ten and might like to spar with you. He’s the strongest out of…” That’s when Itama noticed the other boy staring hard at the tree line as if trying to solve a difficult puzzle. He followed Madara’s gaze and the child’s eyes widened when he saw a flash of movement from one of the taller trees. He froze as his focus trained on the continual… and rather sporadic movement. This can’t be a shinobi, he thought as he squinted his eyes and furrowed his brow in hopes of seeing it better. The movement is too random. It’s like… flopping? Are those… feathers?

  “I think it’s a bird.” Itama said to Madara as he carefully tiptoed, across the bank with a chorus of “ouches” as more sharp rocks pricked his toes. Before long he could see a large falcon trapped in some netting high above the boys’ heads. However, it wasn’t just any falcon trapped in a tree, it was a Senju messenger falcon. Itama gulped at the sight of it as he tried not to look at Madara.

The black haired boy is pretty good with his eyesight. No sooner did he notice it was merely a bird, but what’s more, not an ordinary one. Before Itama would even start his sentence, Madara was already on the move. “Stay put!” he ordered the younger boy as he sprinted off towards the tree on which the falcon was stuck and he climbed it effortlessly and rapidly. Not only was he good at it, but he was also skillful.

Upon reaching the spot, he stopped and examined the net. It was made especially to trap messenger birds. He thought briefly and broke off a branch, he then used it to carefully untangle the webs and help the bird escape. “Hey, don’t ya dare worry, you’ll be out in no time!” Suddenly he noticed the bird was carrying a message with the stamp of Senju, his look became more menacing and before breaking the net, he took off the message. Then he managed to let the bird free since the poor creature hadn’t done anything wrong.

He considered maybe the message had some sort of seal or password. It wasn’t wise to just open it like a fool. He decided to keep it and therefore, put it in his kimono. He looked down from the top for Itama. He had lost him for a second. What if something bad was to befall his new mate? He wouldn’t forgive himself. “Itama! Ya there?” he yelled out.

pink-haired-kunoichi:

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Her steps faltered slightly when he spoke, and she had to quickly get her balance again to keep the books from falling. He couldn’t be serious, right? That name was from someone who lived a long time ago, one of the founders of the village. If he was alive right now, he’d be ancient. This man didn’t look that old. Though that would explain why he reminded her of Sasuke. He definitely had the Uchiha looks.

"You’re just named after Madara, right? There’s no way you can really be him." Besides, this guy seemed pretty nice. As far as she knew, Madara Uchiha fought the First Hokage, he was an evil person. This man didn’t seem like that at all.

A puzzled look followed as he stopped for a moment. Wait a second… What did she mean? There was no other Madara he knew of, none even in his clan’s history. “What are you implying? I am Madara.” This was a first. Someone was denying his birth name. Did she not know who the Konoha founders were? Her comment got on his nerve.

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(Source: karyuu-no-hou)

(Source: memesfortheroleplayerssoul)

pink-haired-kunoichi:

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"Ah, you think so? Thanks…" she smiled, a little embarrassed. She didn’t really think her name was that great, but having it complimented was nice to hear once in a while.

She noticed he was pretty quiet, and wondered if he was always like this. “So, if you don’t mind me asking…who are you?” Sakura decided to just ask, considering it was bothering her too much, knowing he looked familiar, but not knowing who he was. Honestly he kind of reminded her of Sasuke in a way.

The man walks in balance, not showing any interest or care that it sounded as a compliment. He was simply speaking his mind. His own name was a simple one - it meant “spot”. And maybe he was one, a hindrance to all. Would it be best if he just left? His head was up the clouds, his thoughts in a different place. He simply lent a hand from time to time to villagers. It was the least he could do for the sake of the village he had once founded.

"The name is Madara. Uchiha Madara." he calmly answers, not expecting any surprised or positive reaction. Maybe telling her his name was not a good idea. Not many favored this person, despite the small efforts he made. And he didn’t consider himself as some sort of big deal even though he was a legendary figure in history. He awaits her reaction in any case. 

(Source: karyuu-no-hou)

pikacheeka:

Hey remember when Madara brought himself back from the dead and proceeded to wreck havoc, cause unbelievable despair, temporarily kill off both of the heroes, and then went on to successfully destroy the known world?

Remember when we had villains who were actually intimidating and cool and intense? Remember when we had villains who had personalities and sympathetic backstories and connections to the heroes? Remember when we had villains who actually got shit done?

The whole Akatsuki