This story premise is insane but just think about it for a moment :).
Plot: Madara Uchiha is a fallen star who's not so famous anymore, so he decides to seduce the president to get back in the public eye. Any publicity is better than non.
HashiMada ;)
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Another day another magazine headline that read 'Madara Uchiha tries too hard,' and 'Madara Uchiha needs to step aside and let his brother assume the throne.'
Over the last couple of years Madara's acting career has been on a downward spiral. He went from A-list movies to now having to go back to off-broadway plays. He should've listen to his gut when it told him that sci-fi movie would ruin his career, but it was being built up as a contender for an Academy Award. Still Madara had two golden statues already, but now they meant nothing.
He was stuck. Now he was in his brother's shadow. His brother Izuna, a thirty four year old, was now in his prime. He had scored four Academy award nods and so far ha walked away with one golden statue.
Madara loved his brother dearly, but he couldn't understand why did people love him over Madara. Madara was once the biggest actor in Hollywood. He could play gay, straight, bi, or anything in-between. He could do anything he set his mind to, but now it's like that had been forgotten. He was nothing more than a washed up superstar, but now they call them legends.
His brother Izuna knew it hurt Madara to not have the paparazzi there when he went out the door or have them chase him. Madara missed that, and longed for that. So his brother came up with an idea, which Madara didn't want to do. He suggested they act in a Broadway play together.
"Isn't it a good script Aniki?" Izuna said as they sat at Madera's marble kitchen table, which was perfectly placed below a dimly lit chandelier, with light sunlight filtering through the curtains.
Madara removed his glasses, his forty six year old eyes rolled in his head. "Yeah it's a nice script. Although I'll play the younger brother right?"
"Huh?" Izuna laughed. "You're kidding right aniki?"
Madara didn't make a sound. "I mean I have the looks for it." Madara ran his hand through his midnight black locks in a manner of seriousness.
"Oh god Aniki...you're ridiculous." Izuna said. "I mean you really think you can play the younger brother in this. I mean it's...obvious...that…"
"It's obvious what, Izuna? Huh?" Madara bit his bottom lip in a twitchy motion and fiddled with the place mat on the table nervously. His body was agitated and didn't know what to do. "Finish your sentence, brother."
"Madara?" Izuna looked confused. "What's the matter, huh?"
"Nothing." Madara gained a little control and stopped biting his lip, but his hand still trembled between the cold marble and place matt.
"Oh well I think the older brother is a good role." Izuna said.
"The older brother is an egotistical man who is pissed when his lover and director falls for his younger brother. Then they began to let him act in plays and steal the other brother's spotlight" Madara wanted to hiss these words, but held back.
"See and it's funny because we're not like that." Izuna said. "I could never steal your light Madara. You've have two academy awards, four golden globes, a tony, six emmys, and two grammys for spoken word albums."
"Still you can sing?" Madara reminded his brother of the only talent Madara did not possess. Izuna always had a lovely voice, and their mother used to ask him to sing for the guest who came over all the time. He could go so high and so low. His range was endless.
"Madara. You can't sing. So what?" Izuna said. "I've always admired you. Even when I was struggling to make a name for myself, you were always there for me. You got me small parts and remember that part you got me on that Naruto show and my career went to the stars."
"Oh god that was only five years ago." Madara grunted.
"Aniki. I want to do this." Izuna said. "I want us to act together."
"I'm the villain. I want to kill both of you and I plot to…" Madara said.
"C'mon you were always good at playing the villain." Izuna said. "I mean it's either this or you can do one of those reality shows where you…"
"Hush brother. Do not mention the word reality TV in my home." Madara frowned. "Those talentless hacks that think they can come in and steal roles right from under actors noises. There not real stars. There fuckin' nobodies that regular people worship."
"Aniki not the thing about reality TV stars again?" Izuna said. "They're apart of pop culture. It's just the way life is."
"Hmmm...See that's why we're in this state. People like you keeping saying it's apart of pop culture. It's a travesty, you know that right?" Madara sighed. "Next you'll tell me my only other option is to go on Dancing with the Stars."
"Well you could always go on. Mei Terumi career was boosted when she won that one year." Izuna shrugged. "Now she's on TV and she's doing commercials. It's a complete revival for her."
"Izuna she's not winning acclaim. That's all I desire you know that. I'm not one of those actors who just act in anything. I want the best roles and the best scripts." Madara sighed. "I don't want to be some desperate man looking for relevancy. I want to be relevant."
"Well Aniki this script is a good place to start. It'll be on Broadway and you might win another Tony, who knows." Izuna said. "And hey we might be in the same category, you know. I think some brotherly competition would be fun."
"Yeah." Madara wasn't thinking about a Tony at the moment. He was thinking about other options. He wanted to be in films not plays. He hadn't been in a play since he won a Tony years ago. What would the public think? They would think he's so desperate for a role he goes back to Broadway.
"As I said Itachi is a great playwright and…"
"He's going to make me look horrible. I play the villain...I am some spiteful bitch who plots to kill my husband and my brother." Madara sighed. "I can't be seen like this? What will the world think of me? They would say Madara Uchiha is mad. He's an evil son of a gun and Izuna is the prettier and better brother. They'll think our relationship is shitty. They already right about how I hate you and I called you a cunt." Madara did call Izuna a cunt in private (someone must've leaked it), but he deserved it. The little shit stole his spotlight, what else was he supposed to call him?
"Madara don't be so dramatic. If we're working together then that would dispel all of those horrible rumors." Izuna said. "So what do you say Aniki? This would make me so happy if you would do this."
"Oh...really." Madara sighed. "How happy?"
"Really happy." Izuna said.
"Fine.." Madara grunted through his teeth. "Only on one condition...my name comes first on the billing and I want the ending changed."
"Why?" Izuna said. "It's a cool idea."
"Nope changed…" Madara said. "It makes me look bad. I look like a total bitch and the audience assumes I'd be a bitch all the way until I fuckin' die. Do you want that for you aniki? No you don't. You don't want that. You want your Aniki to be flawless, and tour de force if you will."
"..." Izuna looked at his brother like he had lost it.
"I just want the best for Madara. I just want the world, the public, to love me." Madara sighed.
"They do love you Aniki. You're just being crazy." Izuna said. "Your career is having a small drought. I mean you're still offered roles, I'm sure?"
"None of the good one. Just terrible horror fics and fuckin' small television roles that are meaningless. People have forgotten my name…." Madara bit his twitching lip once again. He ran it back to bite the side of his cheek.
"Well this is a good chance for them to remember you." Izuna smiles. His brother always had such nice things to say, but it didn't help Madara any. Ever since they were younger, Izuna always was nice one, the pretty one, and the angle. He was so perfect and Madara couldn't compete with that. After all he was almost a teenager when Izuna was born. There was no way in hell he could be as cute as a baby.
"Okay...I will do it and we can talk about the script." Madara said.
"Okay so we will meet with Itachi and the director at 6 tonight." Izuna said. "I have to do. I have an audition for this new film that will start shooting next year."
"Oh what's it called?" Madara asked.
"It's untitled right now, but it's an adaptation of the Jiraiya novel fever. Where a young man comes into contact with an older man and they begin an affair." Izuna said.
"Really?" Madara blood was boiling. He had been trying to get his hands on that role for years now.
"Yeah. I'm auditioning for the older man. I want to break free from type casting and playing older is always good for that." Izuna began to gather his stuff. "The studio is currently trying to by the rights and when they finish with the deal, I'll will finally win Best Actor." Izuna had an Academy Award for best supporting actor.
"Maybe?" Madara sighed.
"See ya at the Golden Leaf Theater at six, Madara." He hugs his brother.
"See ya then." Madara groaned.
A sweat slid down his back. His eyes began to twitch and teeth dug into his cheek.
I can't believe I'm living in his shadow now?
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It smelt like crayons in the backroom of the theatre. Madara hadn't been in one in almost seven years, and last time was just a film that took place in the theater. The back of the theater wasn't as glamorous as Madara had remembered, and it didn't give him the feeling of being in a film where he had his own trailer and everyone greeted him as if he was some prince or god like figure.
Oh those were the days, now he was in the back of a crummy theater to be in some play by his cousin. Madara was sure the play wasn't bad, form what he'd read, it was nice, but…still it was going to make him look horrible, especially the end.
Madara would never walk away from this without being the brother who hates the other because he wasn't as famous and fell out of the public spotlight. Madara knew he was going a little crazy and he might be over exaggerating, but when the younger and more viable Izana now was eclipsing all of his work, it was a disgrace. A travesty.
"Fuck this world." Madara groaned as he stumbled into the meeting room. As a true diva and star he was thirty minutes late, and everyone was there except Izuna.
"Hello." Madara waved to Itachi and Kisame who sat at the table. "So I assume Kisame is the director and you Itachi are the screenwriter. Heh. Long time no see. It seemed that just yesterday you had that small role as younger me in that movie...uh…tell me Itachi my dear, what was it?"
"The werewolf movie, Alpha." Itachi reminded him.
"Ahh…That movie was so horrid. God. I can't believe that I took the time to be in it...sheesh." Madara laughed. "I think I had better work in other stuff. Well it can't be helped."
"No it can't. And it can't be helped that you and your brother are late for this meeting." Itachi stated with a light eye roll and attitude. He didn't seem too happy about, and his arms were folded. Kisame was the opposite, his hands were on the table and he had a warm grin.
"Oh Madara it's a pleasure to meet you. I've watched a lot of your work, even in college I would say that you were so far ahead of everyone in acting." Kisame said. "The actors would try to mock you on stage all the time, but none of them were as good."
"I'm sure that's true." Madara chuckled. 'I am the greatest thing that ever happened to the world.' He said the last part in his mind.
"Anyways I'm glad that you could make it tonight." Kisame pointed. "Please take a seat. Izuna told us there was something that you wanted to talk about."
"So you're not going to answer my question?" Madara eye twitched a bit. "Where the fuck is Izuna?"
"Why so angry?" Kisame asked.
"Well I don't know...I don't mean to be so dramatic." Madara abruptly sat down.
"Izuna he couldn't make it because he had to stay at an audition or something like that?" Kisame shrugged. "But he told us you have a concern with the ending of the play?"
"Yes and I'm sure any human being with feelings and emotions will feel the way I do about the ending." Madara stressed. "I think it would be better if we had a nicer ending or something that would be better for me…"
"We will not change the script ending." Itachi said. "It's the best part."
"It's cliché!" Madara said. "The card has been played so many times, and I don't know how you can decide you were going to play it again." Madara struggled getting his words together. The ending pissed him off so much. What would everyone think of him in this play?
"Do you think you can just work with the ending. It's not that bad. I've seen worse." Kisame said.
"What could be worse than that?"
"You could've chopped them both up and ate them?" Kisame shrugged. "Compare it to that, and it wouldn't seem that bad."
"Really that's your solution to this problem. Compare it to fuckin' eating their flesh after I fuckin' chop them to pieces." Madara took a deep breath, his eyes wide and his fingers fidgeted like fly. "This is unacceptable."
"Well don't do the play then. There are others." Itachi said.
"Itachi don't be so rude to him." Kisame said. "We should hear his concerns."
Madara blood rushed out of the boiling pot it was in. "Fuck you both." Madara groaned. "I don't need to do this shitty play. Who wants to be on Broadway anyways? There's no real talent there. Most of them are rejects that couldn't be film stars, because they don't have the face or the look. I am Fuckin' Madara Uchiha, and I can do whatever the fuck I want. Not a single mutha fucka on the face of the earth can tell me what to do?"
Madara stormed out the room in a diva like fashion.
He wanted the ending changed and whatever Madara wants Madara gets...but now...maybe he wasn't going to get what he wanted.
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Okay this is an insane idea that I had and if you can't tell Madara's a bit crazy XD and delusional. That will definitely come into play throughout the story.
Anyways love it or hate it, my ears are open! XD