Unplanned

- Unplanned moments are always better than planned ones. -

- Unknown

Uchiha Madara was a man who had already clawed his way back from the hands of death and in the process awakened eyes that a God had once possessed, seen the world for what it was, and decided that these eyes were wasted on him. He was too old, too damn bitter to use them well and wisely. He gave them to an Uzumaki in Rain, which was torn apart in this Third World War.

Why? Well he'd always liked and respected Mito, you could say it was one of the few people who, even now, he thought of fondly. Besides, it was one of the only clans alive that was descendant from The Sage of Six Paths, because if there was one thing the Rinnengan called out to it was blood. And Chakra, lots of it. Luckily the Uzumaki were known for their vital force of life and immense chakra pools.

In any case, Madara was ready to die. He was powerful, yes, and he had a plan for achieving peace – eternal peace – but it could not be completed without an Uchiha only loyal to him. He'd thought of kidnapping a child, but he hadn't gone back to Konoha in many, many years and the taste of betrayal still tasted as fresh as it had all those years ago. Sure he could use one of the Zetsu and give them his eye, but they were Hashirama's clones and giving Hashirama, the man who'd killed him, his Sharingan went too far. Old and bitter he may be, he still had his pride.

Really, he'd already extended his life well beyond what was possible with the Gedo Statue and had waited as long as he could. He had never been the patient type to begin with. He was about to pull the plug on his life and the Moon Eye Plan when the earth shook something fierce. Somewhere in his cave system a cave-in had taken place. Curious as to what had caused that, and ready to kill an intruder if there was one, he made his way towards it.

Sooner than one would expect the white-haired Uchiha had arrived at the source of the disturbance, and the boulders that had fallen down were massive. No one could have survived it, no one should have, but someone had – if barely. He was intrigued, how had the boy done it?

Madara walked closer and saw a red, swirling eye close on a young and blood splattered face. His lone eye widened, surprise filling his face. If that glimpse hadn't given it away, the bone structure of the face sure would have: an Uchiha! He often thought that the world could no longer surprise him, having had the eyes of a God and lived as long as he had, but this…well…. this he had not expected.

He looked upon the child, and found he was still holding on. A dark smirk made its way onto his old and weary face. This was unexpected, absolutely, but it wasn't unwelcome. No, not at all and he laughed for the first time in decades because fate had handed him the one thing he hadn't had; a malleable pawn, the last piece of the puzzle!

Apparently he was not to fade away into history, leaving his plans unfinished; he was to escape death a second time and finally bring a complete end to war.

The Moons Eye Plan was a go. Finally he, too, would dream again.

AN: This piece here is written because as awesome as Madara is...he can't have planned everything. I admit that he's smart, but what would he have done had Obito not fallen in that pathway of his? Seriously, and how could he know, with absolute certainty, that Nagato would even be able to be manipulated later in life when the Uzumki is the one with the powers of a God. In the end, I find it kind of presumptuous.

Cheers,

Ray the Red