Ruining Convention
A/N:
Because "fannon" is getting repetitive and boring, and because I'm lazy, I'll just be using the NXD Naruto and Madara.
Airport Security
He really was disappointed that he was caught by technology. Naruto would never let him live this down for as long as he lived. That alone was enough for him to want to attempt a suicide. Sometimes being an immortal sucked. Can you imagine the same company for several millennia?
Madara sighed again as he stared at the one way mirror on the side of the room he was "confined" to. Three hours. Three god damn hours in the room with nothing but stale snacks and lukewarm drinks. If they didn't try something, or release him, he would release himself.
Just as he was about to take matters into his own hands, the door opened and in walked a silver haired doctor-type and her much younger fighter friend with the sword. He stopped paying attention to little details, so sue him.
The doc and her stern face sat down right in front of him and attempted to out glare the Uchiha. That was almost worth the three hour wait. If there was ever ANYTHING left over from his first hundred or so years of life, it would be the (quite literally) patented Uchiha death glare.
"Let's skip the chit chat, and just have you tell me who you are." she started. Madara sighed as he reminisced the days when his name alone caused untold amounts of terror. Now it was some fictional twat who must not be named. Bullshit.
"Madara Uchiha." he replied. Doc lady banged her fist on the table. Judging by the immediate redness, Madara figured it would hurt her after whatever adrenaline wore off from her "interrogation".
"There is no record of that name, nor your DNA on file EVER. Why don't you just give up the name of the company that put you up to this or else…" she trailed off as her compatriot hinted at violence by unsheathing her sword a bit.
"Are you threatening me?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"What the hell do you think?" she responded, furious. "Karasuba." A mostly wordless order to turn up the threats. In a flash, Karasuba drew her sword and swung towards Madara. As the sword neared it flew out of her hands and landed in the wall behind Madara. Angrily she noted that he didn't even seemed phased. "Karasuba!" She ordered again. After a moment of non-compliance she turned around to find that there was a headless corpse standing up behind her. More specifically the headless corpse of Karasuba. She whirled around back to the man terrified at the implications.
"Can I go now? I'm late meeting a friend for some drinks."
A/N 2:
Boo yea.