AN: Okay, my first Naruto fanfic which is about Madara. I got the idea while reading manga, I thought I wonder what Madara's pervious life was like and it turned into this. My pairing will be Madara and my OC. Please enjoy!

The Story beneath the Murderer Chapter 1: The Day I Met the Flower

I am a murder, a tyrant to all in the present time. Many think I'm dead, but the few that know I am living hate me. I am the most hated person that has ever lived. I am also the world's greatest villain that still lives to this day. I am immortal and fearless. War and hate have always been two things in my live I have learned to be friends with. Many people don't know the truth and wouldn't be able to understand it. I have an untold story of my pain, love, joy and hurt. I am Madara Uchiha and I have a "secret" life.

My black hair whipped in my face as a chilled breeze blew pass. The hands that belong to me were stained red from today's beatings. My life was war and war was my life. I always fought proudly for the Uchiha's.

"Sharingon" I stated and my coal eyes turned red. Dark shadows became clearer and twenty feet away I could see a heap of dead bodies. The scene may disgust some, but I was raised to see this as normal. In this time, peace was a distant word. All that matter was survival and to survive you need to kill. There was something inside me though that cared about the dead bodies and to see if they were really dead. Without thinking about it I walked to them and stood in piles of blood.

"Of course they are dead. What did I think they would be? Sleeping?" I asked myself. Then I heard a soft moan respond to my voice and I connected the voice to a girl laying soaked in blood. It was a first for me to see her not be afraid of my eyes, but she stared deep in them.

"Hey pretty eyes can you give a girl a hand over here?" she asked hoarsely and then fainted in a pool of blood.

I wasn't sure what to do, she was so delicate looking and her whole clan had been slaughtered. She couldn't cause a threat and if I leave her she would have died. The soft spot in me picked her up and swung her over my shoulder.

Now, where we live isn't a village and to us it was just a place to stay. It was mostly poorly built shack looking houses in the middle of some trees and a small brook that laid near. We were always taught that there was no home. It was much easier that way, because the enemy had one less thing to use against us: the destruction of a homeland. Many people would forget this rule, but not me; I have no attachments to this dump.

I swift the girl's weight to my other arm for it was getting sore. When I entered the shack I live in I became angry with my brother in an instant.

My brother smirked, "Madara, so you are interested in the ladies, but seriously did you need to beat her up to get her to go out with you?" he spoke without a breath in between, which always amazed me about my kid brother Izuna. I raised an eyebrow at him; he was too much of a joker, his weakness.

"C'mon nii-san I was just pulling your leg, loosen up a bit" he chuckled.

"How can you joke when we fight and kill every day?"

"That's why I do"

"Okay, okay" I said, ignoring his last comment, "But seriously I need help with her"

"Oh!" he shouted, "Spare room"

I nodded. Our little shack had a small kitchen, dining area, two rooms: one Izuna and I shared and the other was a room we stored things that wouldn't fit anywhere else.

I kicked the door open and laid her on a sleeping mat.

Izuna walked in right after, "Is she wounded?"

"I think so, she had to pass out from something" I said and calmly lifted her blood drenched shirt off her. The only thing covering her chest barely was a thin white cloth, which was not soaked in blood. Her stomach was the main cause, it wasn't deep, but it was pretty wide.

"We will probably have to stitch this up Izuna" I said, "Hand me the medical kit"

I got no reply, which made me impatient.

"Izuna!" I shouted as I turned around to see his glance on the girl's chest.

He blushed and had nothing to say in response. It was disappointing to see that young age made you hormonal, but I controlled my urges.

"Yes she's a woman, but you most look past that and remember she is bleeding to death" I retorted.

"Yes nii-san" he agreed and handed me a wet cloth. I was careful not to open her wound more. The cloth gently dabbed across her cut and sucked up the blood that had been released. The next step was to stitch her up. I pulled the needle threw her soft tan and watched it form back together. I felt good healing wounds instead of making them. I finally wrapped a bandage around her for extra protection.

"She only has one wound, but what about all the blood?" asked Izuna.

"The blood of her clan members, they were all dead when I came" I explained.

The next thing Izuna and I heard was a screech of a female.

"Ahh! Perverts!" yelled the girl as she moved around violently. I grabbed her shoulders to hold her body still.

"Let go pervert" she struggled, but my strength was too much for her to handle.

"Stop it" I said sternly, "U'll only reopen your wound"

She looked up at me and blinked, "Pretty eyes" she said with a smile.

"Pretty eyes" laughed Izuna. My fist slammed into his stomach.

"Don't encourage her" I growled.

She giggled softly, "This must be pretty eyes' brother"

"Yes miss, I'm Izuna" he blushed.

"Hmmm… so you're the pervert" she concluded and Izuna blushed deeper.

"I think you should dress in proper clothes, miss" I interrupted.

"What? Don't like the display?" she pouted cutely.

"That's beside the point"

"So you admit it!" she laughed.

I threw a spare t-shirt and shorts at her, "Go get changed" I stated and pulled Izuna out of the room with me. She came stumbling out, still effected from her wound, and I was shocked. I really never saw what she looked like, because the blood and mud covered her features, but now I could tell for she washed herself off with the wet cloth we left in there. She was a fair height, shorter than me; her skin was a bronze color which looked lovely with her round hazel eyes and short choppy black hair. Her body was very curvy and it clung nicely in the right spots on the clothing I had given her. I know Izuna blushed, but I couldn't help to get a little ink in the cheeks too.

"I'll take that as an I look great!" she grinned and tumbled over. Luckily I was there to catch her before she hit the floor.

"Fast one aren't you pretty eyes" she stated.

"I am a ninja, aren't I?"

She paused and looked me straight in the eyes, "What happened to my family?"

Even I felt a tear in my chest, it's so hard to tell someone their loved one died, but much harder to tell them their loved ones died. She read my expression and nodded, she knew.

"You can live with us" cheered Izuna and she instantly grew happy.

"Oh yes please! Can I pretty eyes, can I?" she pleaded me with big eyes.

"I have to ask our leaders first. If they say it's okay, you can stay"

"Yeeees! Thank you pretty eyes" she screamed overjoyed and gave me a big hug. This time I didn't mind someone touching me.

"By the way, my name is Madara, Uchiha Madara"

"Madara, hmm…I like it" she paused, "but I'm still calling you pretty eyes" she giggled.

"Fine" I sighed, "What's your name?"

"Kohana of the Hanami clan" she said.

"Hanami?" questioned Izuna.

"Yes"

"That means your special ability has to do with flowers?" I guessed.

"Lucky guess pretty eyes, I shall tell you all about it" she smirked, "But after we meet these leader people"

I sighed because she got me all excited for nothing. "Fine come on" I said while picking her up because I knew she couldn't walk in her condition. She squirmed in my arms as we walked through the dump.

-End of chapter, to be continued-

AN: First chapter is completed! Alright! Please people REVIEW!! Say good things about it, bad things, spelling and/or grammar errors, I don't care as long as I get some reviews. I will update faster if I see people liked it and want more. Thanks for reading. Good night and good luck.

-ramenwriter15