Full summary: Uchiha Madara never wanted to play this game of life and dead, but he wanted a second chance in life. Even though this life is filled with undead flesh eating people, pedophile teachers and abnormally good looking woman. ''Mister, are those your friends?'' A meek voice asked and he looked thoughtful before flashing a dark smirk. ''I guess you could say that...'' Mada/Harem!

Rating: M for violence, gore and sexual theme.

Pairing: I think I'll go with Mada/harem with slight other pairs like Hisashi/Rei/Takashi, Kohta/Saya, Shizuka/Rika and so on.

Disclaimer: I think that neither Masashi Kishimoto nor Daisuke Sato would write in a website like this, if they did it would be canon already.

Warning: Characters might be OOC!

A/N: So I recently re-watched HoTD and remembered just how much I loved this show! So being my fangirly-self, I ran to FF and was a bit disappointed that there were no crossovers with Mada-chan (all-time favourite character right next to Saku-chan). So I decided to write one myself! Considering English is my third language and the grammar might suck, it will never be as good as other Naruto/HoTD FF like ''Maelstrom of the Dead'' by She Who Walks With Death or ''Forward Unto Dawn'' by Bleedndreamz which I absolutely love, but take a chance! Maybe you'll like it?

So without further a due I give you:

The DEAD Shinobi

Prologue

Act.0: DEAD Man's Wake.

Tokonosu City, Japan

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Z day -1, 4:26PM

It was quiet. Eerie quiet even. In a place like this, it shouldn't be this silent. The only indication of a living presence was a quick rustle of turning pages. A lamp flickered above several men, who stared grimly at the one who was making the noise. Even thought they were criminals, they were no fools.

They knew that the man sitting there could kill them in an instant. They already saw his abilities; they certainly didn't want to piss him off. Even when he was calmly reading a book about technologic wonders, he was a painting of intimidation. Even with his hair reaching waist-length and shoulder-length bangs framing the sides of his face, covering most of his right eye, he didn't look feminine at all. In fact, he looked more like a shinigami with his eyes flashing crimson once in a while. Heavy bags under his worn out onyx eyes tells a long story of knowledge and battle.

A slight hum was released from the man who sat in the centre of it all. He was turning pages so fast, that it was causing a slight breeze though his long hair. The other people that occupied the underground hideout could only wonder what he was doing, considering there was no way anyone could read that fast. Unseen by them, the raven haired man's eyes kept flashing to red every few seconds.

He crossed his legs above a fat man's back who was standing on all four, serving as an ottoman. A deep growl was heard from the disgusting leader's throat as the man who used him as a leg rest, placed more pressure to his back. He smirked when he heard a satisfying crack of bones from the withering man under him.

Uchiha Madara wasn't a cruel man.

No, quite the opposite actually, he was very pleasant. But he had to admit, these scumbags deserved it. Even though society here was very developed he couldn't help but sneer. The pollution in this place was nothing more than suffocating. He couldn't breathe properly the first time he got here, how these people live here all their lives was a wonder to him. He was brought out of his thoughts by a pain filled scream from the man under him.

''Oops.'' He muttered in fake innocence that nobody bought. ''My bad.'' He mocked as he kicked the mafia leader away from his now bloody shoes. He was a bit disappointed. Wasn't this man – Shiki Ranmaru – supposed to be the alpha male of this gang?

He sighed. How on earth did he manage to get stuck with these idiots anyway? He placed his palm under his face and tilted his head to the side. Giving a bored look he carelessly threw the book he was previously reading on the damp cold ground.

He picked another one which was about vehicles of the 21st century and casted his mouth downward slightly. This age seemed to be really complicated, with all these advanced technologies and what not. He was on chapter 6 already when he heard whispers from the criminals that stood clear from him. He narrowed his eyes when he picked up bits of their conversation.

To put it frankly, Madara was actually afraid of these men, but of course he wouldn't let that show. 'Fear is weakness.' Madara thought with a slight frown. It wasn't that they were great fighters or anything but Madara had limited chakra in this place and besides, they had guns. That's what was really frightening him. Only on his third day he already stood at gun point in this huge city. If it wasn't for his sharingan, well, it wouldn't have ended prettily for him.

''You know I can hear you.'' The Uchiha called out cutting of the heated whispers. ''So if you want to say something to me, say it.'' He leaned towards from his armchair while scanning his surroundings. Rusty leaking pipes covered every inch of the hideout, giving it a horror film aura. Alcohol, drugs and every other illegal pot was splayed all over the floor, while the smoke from the cigarettes formed a cloud above them. Madara didn't like that. It reminded him of the clan elders and their nonstop pipe smoking.

''W-Well Madara-s-sama..'' One brave soul came forward. ''W-We were wo-wondering..'' He paused and took a deep breath, his face a mask of anxiously. ''how long a-are you planning on s-sta-staying here..?'' He squeaked out and shuffled uncomfortably under Madara's intense gaze. The clan ex-Leader was intrigued. The skinny man was one of the first to speak up to him. Madara wished he could recall the name, but it was stuck on the tip of his tongue.

''Oh, that.'' Madara looked thoughtful, casting his intense dark gaze to the shattered window. He did, in fact, invade their hideout for the last week. They were the unlucky ones that had the misfortune on meeting him first. A smirk slowly spread on his face as he looked back at the quivering man.

''Tomorrow morning.'' He stated before getting back to his reading. He heard the man's friends and co sigh in relief and he sneered slightly. So much for the fearless gang.

Civilians here were strange, Madara noted, no. The fact that none of them had chakra was what threw him off the loop. Even back in his own world, civilians had chakra. It was their spiritual energy. But these humans were just hallow shells in his eyes. Soulless. But then how do they live, breath, move etc.? They weren't robots, they were as much as a human as he was. This was infuriating. In spite of fury and frustration the usually stoic Uchiha threw the book with a great force into the wall. Some of the criminals jumped back in fright as they took in the furious breathing of the stranger that invaded their home.

If they had a say in this, Madara would be flying out of here in a body bag cut into millions of pieces. They did try that once, and failed miserably, losing a forth of their men to that red eyed demon. It didn't help for the fact that half of them knew him. Well, not personally, but from a certain book where he gets… That caused an inward swearing outburst in the young Uchiha Leader's mind who kept cursing a certain ''Shi-sama''.

I mean, how dare she toy with him, Uchiha Madara, like that? It wasn't enough that she sealed more than half of his chakra, but now she made him a world famous antagonist? This irritated Madara to no end. But he didn't mind, because he knew that easy obstacles like those won't stop him from reaching the end of his given timeline. Soon enough, he will be back to the shinobi world, battling that damn Senju and regaining his rightful title. A small smile tugged at Madara's lips, yes, he will survive those damn 4 months even if it's the last thing he does.

Suddenly, his coal eyes widened and he quickly turned his head to the side before a growl emitted from his mouth. This couldn't be possible. He felt it. Chakra. In several people all around the city. The problem was that that chakra was familiar, so familiar that it sent shivers down his spine. It took a few seconds for him to realize whose chakra it was and so he shot out of the armchair, shrugging on his leather jacket in the process.

He quickly flashed out of the packed hideout, ignoring the questionable looks sent his way, and onto the rooftop. Strange how he found the roof of a smelly hideout beautiful, but he did. In this time of spring the blossoms were flying all over the place making his mind relax slightly. The puddles of yesterday's rain reflected the clear blue sky while the petals created small ripples. He slowly walked towards the railing and leaned towards. He activated his Mangekyō Sharingan and glared at the city people below him.

How could he not recognize his own chakra?

Well, that's that for the prologue! Next chapter will be much longer, I promise. I know that Madara seems majorly OOC and I'm really sorry about that, I'll straighten him up in later chapters. Anyways, I'll try to update as soon as I can, with school and all, maybe in a few days. I just have a big favor to ask, if you read the whole chapter(surprisingly) and want me to update more, then VOTE FOR A PAIR! I cannot decided, I might keep it a harem but I feel bad that Takashi and Kohta won't get any girls if I had my devious ways.

Next chapters preview:

Jumping though the fence was as easy as breathing to him. He let a smirk split his face when he saw that he lost the animated corpses but failed to notice one, who was currently preoccupied with banging his sluggish body on the gates.