Madara threw attack after attack at his opponent; the everlasting frown never left his handsome features.
He bent down, avoiding the punch that the man he fought was trying to give him. He looked up at his opponent and activated his clan's famed eye power, the Sharingan. He made eye contact and was about to leave the man trapped in a genjutsu, then go on and fight others; but instead of simply leaving the victim of Sharingan paralyzed and in fear he felt a strong tingle, himself.
Suddenly, the field they fought on started to spin around him, giving him slight headache. What the... His mind raced. He couldn't have put himself under genjutsu, could he? His body went numb, as if he was disappearing, limb after limb. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to make it go away.
When he reopened them, though, he was not there anymore. Completely confused, he looked around.
He stood in the middle of big white room. Sickly white. The carpet he stood on was white, walls as well, dining table and chairs also... Did he die and go to heaven? Unlikely! He was supposed to have that other guy trapped under Sharingan, then killed; not the other way around! Oh... When he closed his eyes, he got killed! That must be it!
He scoffed. How could he, a prodigy, die over something so stupid? Who the hell closes their eyes in the middle of battle?!
"Tch..." He made a sound, now irritated. Well, there's no helping it now, he can just...
His thoughts were interrupted as a loud scream came from behind him. He turned around quickly, his shinobi reflexes kicking in, his Sharingan activated and waiting to be used. Who would think there could be such situations even in heaven? He frowned further, now facing the source of the scream.
A woman. A sparingly dressed woman. He looked her up and down, wondering why was she half naked - wearing short thin, white dress; her hair messy. His eyes widened as he detected flower vase flying in his direction. He avoided it easily.
"How did you get in here?! Are you a pervert? An otaku pervert?!" She added, grabbing another vase. He was about to reply something along the line 'What do you think you're doing, woman?', but kept silent. He didn't understand the word she said. A pervert? He did nothing for her to label him as pervert, she is the one who ran out before him so poorly dressed. And what the hell is otaku, anyway?
Also, he had absolutely no idea how he got there - at least now it was certain that he didn't die; heaven probably doesn't have noisy women in it.
"If you move, I will call the police!" The woman spoke again, taking a weird, white thing from the coffee table she stood beside.
Call what? "Leave now!" If he moves she'll call pol- something, but he should leave now. Is that doable? "Calm down, woman." He spoke, his voice deep and strict as always; but that didn't seem to work on her as it did on normal women.
"Don't tell me to calm down! I am being violated in my own home! I will have you arrested!" She went on and started tapping the white thing from before with her fingers. He didn't really understand what she did and why, but he knew that white thing would get him in trouble so he took out a kunai and threw it precisely so that it knocked the thing out of woman's hand, without harming her. She screamed anyway, as expected.
"Wha-what are you..." She watched him, horrified. "You are... armed..." She pointed out the obvious, as if being armed was weird or something.
"Yes, I am armed." He answered, deciding to play along, hoping that would calm her down. "And we're going to have problems if you continue screaming at me." He added, appearing before her in a second with another kunai in his hand.
She stepped back clumsily, staring at him in disbelief. Who is he? What is he going to do to her? Madara simply gazed back at her for a while, waiting for her to come to realization that he actually means no harm. However, it didn't seem she would anytime soon, since her eyes looked longingly at the white thing she attempted to use before.
"I am not going to hurt you, so calm down." He ordered slowly, hoping she will listen this time.
"What - What do you want? Are you not a pervert?..." She asked carefully, eyeing him.
"No, I am no pervert. I seem to be lost and I don't know how I got here." Madara answered, as carefully as she asked, looking down at shorter woman before him. Just then, he felt sharp pain flash trough his abdomen and mechanically, his gloved hand moved to hold the wounded spot.
"Are you... alright?" The woman questioned, watching his actions. "I did take a strike after all..." He said more to himself.
"A strike? Did you get in fight or something? And why are you dressed like that? Is there a cosplay event in town?"
She asked something more, but pulsating in his bleeding wound was deafening. "I need first aid. Help me take care of this and then I might answer your questions."