Prologue
Madara glared. And glared. And glared.
He had expected to end up in hell, not here, wherever here is. He had certainly not expected to be given a second chance—which was fine and all (he was never one to miss an opportunity), except...
The man—if he could be called one—in front of him just smiled serenely, completely unfazed by Madara's best death glare.
"Uchiha Madara," The Rikudou Sennin finally spoke, "This is the best deal you are ever going to get, are you willing accept it?"
Madara sighed, resigned, "Alright then, who's my babysitter? It better not be that idiot Hashirama."
"It's not." Hagoromo assured, "You have yet to meet him." A third person suddenly appeared. "This is Uchiha Itachi; he will be the one accompanying you."
Madara eyed the newcomer. The young man looked like the typical Uchiha; slender, dark-haired, and dark-eyed. He appeared to be not much older than twenty and only a centimetre or two shorter than Madara himself. He frowned; Madara didn't recognize this Itachi person. "He's not one of my Uchihas."
"No, he isn't." Hagoromo agreed, "He's from the present."
"It is nice to meet you, Madara-sama." Itachi bowed.
Madara looked at him incredulously; does the kid not know who he is? And what he has done? Never mind that, how exactly is this Itachi going to travel to the past if he wasn't even alive at the time? Just pop into existence? Madara asked the last part aloud.
"Your younger brother Izuna was supposed to have a twin." Hagoromo explained, "Unfortunately, it was stillborn, and as a consequence, your mother died in the process of giving birth. This time, Itachi will be occupying the body of Izuna's younger twin, and your mother will survive."
"Very well." Madara gave his reluctant consent.
Hagoromo looked pleased, "Good, you will arrive right when Izumi's giving birth."
Madara's vision went black.
~o0o~
The first thing Madara heard was a baby crying. The second was his parent's voices.
"Come here, Madara." His mother, Izumi, called, "Come meet your little brothers." She looked at the bundle she was holding, "Say hello to Izuna." Madara slowly moved his (too short) legs forward, feeling both trepidation and excitement at seeing his little brother's younger self.
"What should we call this one?" Tajima asked, looking at his bundle, "We weren't expecting twins."
"Maybe Shizuka?" Izumi suggested, "Because he's so quiet."
"It doesn't sound quite right," Tajima said, "How about Daiki?"
"Itachi," Madara said absently, still focused on Izuna, "Uchiha Itachi."
"The name does have a nice ring to it." Tajima mused.
"I like it." Izumi agreed, "Welcome to the family, Uchiha Izuna and Itachi."
This is Madara's one and only second chance, and he is determined not to waste it. I'll protect you this time, Izuna. I swear it.
Itachi, feeling his resolve, mentally smiled.
Author's Note: So how was it? Good? Bad? It sucks so bad that I should just delete it? (Not that I am going to do it anyway...)
I have no idea what Madara does or does not know about Naruto current events, so I am going to say outright that he has no clue about anything unrelated to the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Meaning he knows nothing about Itachi.
To give a fair warning, I have no idea what I am doing. I only know that I want to compare Madara and Itachi really badly. And for them to create a rapport.
The prologue's really short, but future chapters will be longer.
Next chapter: Two years later, and they are still ignoring each other—or at least Madara is. Itachi's just waiting for him to come up with a plan; changing the future isn't his mission, after all. Making sure that Madara doesn't go insane again is.