People call me a monster. They say I have no heart. They think I would do the world a favor if I just hurried up and died. But I can't argue with them, for its true.

I am Madara Uchiha, and Madara Uchiha does not love. He is the cruel, relentless leader of the Uchiha clan. But there was a time when I cared about things other than cold, bloody revenge. When not everyone was my enemy.

Its not my fault, that I became who-what I now am. My father, my so-called 'friends' and most of all the Senju clan. They made my life the living hell it is now. They killed the part of me that cared. They destroyed everything I had. And for that they payed dearly.


The death of my mother was nothing more than wake up call to what lie ahead. I was young when my father killed her. I do not remember, as I was just a child when it happened. It was the first time my eyes were opened to how cruel this world actually is.

Shortly after he killed my mother, my father decided to start 'training' me. By 'training' I mean he beat the living shit out of me every chance he got. I don't recall how old I was when this occurred, but I believe I was somewhere between the ages of six and nine.


The first time this happened, he was dead drunk. He wasnt even walking straight.

"You piece of crap! Bastards like you don't deserve to be Uchiha's." He yelled at me. "Do you know why I killed your bitch of a mother? Because she gave birth to you, you son of a bitch." He knocked me to the ground and spat in my face. "If you are still alive when I die, I'm taking you with me. Because shit like you could never lead a clan."

He nearly beat me to death that night, and I wish I could say the beatings were never like the first.

My first memory's of life were painful, but I refused to be broken. I was not as weak as that horrible man I called a father thought I was.