Author's note: Here we go, my second Naruto story is out. No OC in this one, at least I can't think of any right now. Enjoy.
Warnings: Powerful, dark, female Naruto (Naru).
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Enough said.
Prologue: Madara's easy life.
Madara smiled under his mask. He sure had it easy in his life.
He had it easy when he created the Leaf Village alongside Hashirama Senju. The man was foolish, naïve, and trusting. He was the perfect partner for a manipulating schemer like Madara. The two had created Konoha together, and it seemed like the clan enmity was at an end.
He also had it easy obtaining the Mangekyo Sharingan. As the head of the Uchiha, it only made sense that he knew and had ties with everybody in the clan. He had chosen two lowly Chunin, then he and his younger brother had killed them and their eyes had since changed.
However, it was hard, emotionally at least, when he killed his brother and took his eyes in order to avoid going blind. He had the Sharingan, after all, and for a Sharingan wielder, going blind was the ultimate no-no. He cried over his brother's grave, he was human after all, but he never really regretted it. His eyes were worth more than that.
The last time he had it hard was when Hashirama fought him at the Valley of the End. Madara was unhappy about how the Senju clan looked down on the Uchiha, so he aspired to take over the village as the Shodaime. The two clan heads had taken their fight out of the village in order to avoid collateral damage. The waterfall where that damn Senju had beaten him now had statues of the fighters on both its sides in order to forever remind Konoha of what had happened there.
That was the last time he faced difficulty, though. He had taken to the shadows and faded into the background for a few decades, occasionally doing things in the Elemental Countries to make his life more interesting. The fondest memory he had of that was controlling the current Mizukage, Yagura. The man had no will of his own to begin with, so breaking his mind with the Sharingan had been no trouble.
Madara looked down at the bundle he had in his arms.
The easiest thing he'd ever done was just yesterday. After summoning the Kyuubi and making it attack Konoha, he had simply sat back and watched the carnage. He watched as the fox destroyed a large part of the village, he watched as the Yondaime Hokage stepped up to fight it, and he watched as the man sealed the demon in his own daughter. Madara grudgingly respected the blond Hokage. He was strong, stood by his beliefs, and gave his own life to save the village. Truly, he was the greatest Hokage in history. The easiest part was when, after the Namikaze's body fell off Gamabunta, Madara had simply walked up to the unguarded baby, picked it up, and walked away. It was laughable. Everyone was staring in horror at the dead leader on the ground. No one had noticed the man in an orange mask walk over and take the man's child with him. Konoha had become really pathetic since his time, and men like Minato were a rarity these days.
Madara gave his first warm smile in decades as he looked at the small girl he held.
He was going to discard the Moon's Eye Plan, at least for a while. Instead, he was going to screw with Konoha.
Madara chuckled. He really had an easy life.