Uchiha Madara gets his other rinnegan and the dreadful eye on his forehead finally opens. It's the beginning of the dream.
A blinding flash. The last thing Uchiha Madara sees after reality disappears from his sight is the scared faces of Naruto Uzumaki and Sasuke Uchiha, his greatest obstacles –"but not anymore", Madara had time to think with perverse glee. On the sky, he saw the moon, shinning red, and reflected on its surface was a rinnegan, three tomoe in each concentric of its circles. In this instant, though Madara couldn't see it because of the light that seemed to swallow everything, every shinobi in the alliance fell as if they had suddenly been stricken dead and were immediately enveloped by branches protruding from the ground. After the branches had done their job, the battlefield looked like the breeding ground of nightmarish giant butterflies.
"Kakashi-sensei!", Naruto screamed after seeing Madara rip out his sharingan. He could feel the other Madara close-by, but ignored him for the time being and ran to Kakashi's side. He cursed himself as he ran; even with all the power he had gained after meeting the old man who talked weird, he still let one his friends get hurt. Naruto couldn't help but think of Neji. "No, I can't think like that anymore", he thought shaking his head to make the thought go away. When he made it to where Kakashi was, Gai-sensei was tending to him as he could not being a medic shinobi. "How is he?", Naruto asked impatiently. If Kakashi's life was in danger with his new powers maybe he could…
"Don't, Naruto, you have to focus on the battle", Gai said guessing his thoughts, "have to focus on the battle. Seeing as Naruto didn't start to move Gai smiled and said: "We've been through worse, Kakashi and I, his youth still isn't over!".
Naruto felt a little more at ease about Kakashi's injuries, but now he worried about Sasuke. He had managed to jump behind Madara as he activade Kamui and was gone– not even Naruto could feel his presence in the other dimension. "I wonder what's happening in there…", Naruto said staring into the space where Madara and Sasuke had disappeared. Sasuke had also gained new powers from the strange old man he met when he thought he was dead, but Obito and Sakura were also there and who knew what Madara could pull from under his sleeve.
"He'll be fine, Naruto", Kakashi said through his ragged breath, "you should know it better than anyone". After saying this he fell silent; he was unconscious. Naruto knew he was right, however, it wasn't only Sasuke physical health that worried him, but also what Madara could tell him to try to sway him back to his destructive path of revenge. Like Madara, Naruto, too, felt a strange connection between the two that went beyond their bloodline and now he understood it was Indra's chakra that connected them.
Suddenly, as Naruto continued to think about what could be going on in the other dimension, a swirl –that Naruto instantly recognized as Kamui– appeared on the air… no, it was actually two swirls: from one of them Madara's upper body appeared (looking severely injured) and from the other appeared Sasuke, Sakura and Obito. Naruto felt relieved until he noticed two things different in Obito. "Sasuke, what happened to that black thing that was stuck to Obito before and his… eye?". Sasuke didn't respond and Naruto notice his face contracted into a rictus of anger. "Sasuke!"
"Shut up!", Sasuke said without meeting Naruto's eyes. "When I saved Sakura, he managed to get to Obito and took his eye, then I destroyed the zetsu and we came back after Madara". He pulled out his sword and surrounded it with his lightning element. "We have to defeat him before he can implant his other eye and activate the genjutsu. Let's go, Naruto!"
"Yeah!". Then Naruto and Sasuke ran towards Madara and full speed– without his sharingan Kakashi couldn't follow them and Gai was amazed they could move at a speed that he could only reach in the 8th gate so easily; yet, they were too late. Madara –now standing as he had joined with his lower half quickly after coming out of other dimension thanks to his mokuton– implanted the rinnegan into his eye socket, replacing the sharingan stolen from Kakashi as quickly as he had took it, and Naruto and Sasuke who were just inches away from impacting Madara, one with chidori and the other with the jiton rasengan; were immediately buffeted and sent flying by an incredibly strong shockwave –Naruto was reminded of his fight with Nagato– and landed as well as they could, in other words, quite badly. They got up and stared at their enemy: Uchiha Madara stood surrounded by a misty white glow, his eyes instead of the typical rinnegan pattern were now milky white (much like a byakugan), and on his forehead, his headband was cracked and when it fell it revealed a horizontal slit. "What's… that?", started Naruto, though he already knew what it was. The old man had shown him his mother. "Kaguya", Naruto said.
"Yes, I've succeeded", Madara said, the strange glow that surrounded him becoming brighter and brighter. The eye on his forehead opened slowly. "Huh? You don't look too happy, Naruto, Sasuke, be glad, we're going to a world of winners! A war as bloody and with so much death as this one will never happen again. We're leaving hellish reality and going to the world that should be!", Madara laughed maniacally , drunk with success. By this time, the rinnegan on his forehead was completely open. Naruto and Sasuke reacted immediately to it, almost as if by instinct; Madara only laughed. "Too late", he said, and as if commanded by his voice the wind that had been blowing over the battlefield seemed to stop, the whole world seemed to stop. And on the moon the rinnegan appeared. It was the culmination of the Moon Eye Plan, Madara's life-long plan, the plan he had his life for. It was finally complete, though there were forces involved that Madara did not foresee and that would introduce equally unforeseen flaws in his otherwise perfect world.
Of course, even in the face of imminent defeat, the Will of Fire still burned with full force in Uzumaki Naruto's heart and, therefore, he prepared to attack once more. However, as everything else, he also seemed to have frozen, his strength leaving him and a sudden slumber making his eyelids feel heavy. He looked at Sasuke and saw that he was the same–many shinobi of the Alliance had already fallen and were being enveloped by the tree roots. With his remaining strength he managed to catch another glimpse of Madara–the light surrounding him so bright now, he could barely be seen through it, and after that he, the last man standing, also fell.
And like that, the world ended.
A blinding light. But this time, instead of white it looks yellow and Madara feels hot, some kind of liquid rolling down his cheeks. He opens his eyes and notices he's no longer in the battlefield and the light shining on his eyes is not coming from his body, but from the sun high in the sky and the liquid on his cheeks is his sweat. "Is this the Dream World?", he asks to no one, looking around. The landscape around him is barren: there are a few trees standing, but most of them are fallen and dry; the land was dry and unfertile, dominated by giant boulders that seemed to have been carelessly thrown were they lay. Although it was sunny, the land still somehow looked dark. "Is this the Dream World?", he asked again to no one. If he was the caster of the genjutsu, why did such a landscape exist? Who would dream this? Despite being the caster, Madara felt nothing special. He didn't feel like he could change things–actually he felt even weaker, as if something integral to his being was missing.
Trying to shake off his doubts, Madara walked; not quite knowing where he was heading. After a little while walking under the scorching sun, burning the soles of his feet –until now he hadn't realized he was barefoot– he came to a dried up riverbed. He crossed it and came to small patch of trees. Grateful for the shade, he sat beneath them when suddenly a voice came from up the branches of the tree he was laying beneath. "Hey, granpa, never seen you around, do you have a name?". The voice sounded calm, but Madara could detect hostility in it. "How could be sneak behind me without me noticing?", Madara thought looking up, trying to locate the owner of the voice. "You senile, granpa?", the voice coming from the trees said and laughed. Madara thout it was strange the man talking –who he was trying to locate still, with no avail– confused his white hair, gained after becoming a jinchuuruki, for an old man's–. Still, out of curiosity, he looked at his hands: they looked wrinkled and yellowed. He jumped in surprise at the sight of them. Another laugh came from the boughs. Madara then touched his face, it was also wrinkled. The final blow was when he looked down: instead of the white robe he had acquired after becoming the Juubi's jinchuuriki, his robe now was black. With horror, he realized he was back at square one.
"Ha! Granpa's lost it, you guys", the man laughed again, but this time a chorus of other laughs joined him. "Well, we could still use him as slave until he falls dead", as he said this he, and what had to be at least twenty other men, jumped down from the trees. The men's attire more resembled a samurai's than a ninja, though they were more simple and in worse condition. The men themselves were in no better state than their armor: a sickly complexion in general, bloodshot eyes and hair like straw. Madara had no mind for any of these details, he was still staring at his hands in disbelieve– how did this happen? He was the caster, so how? He finally turned to look at the group of men, one of the was weaving handsigns, but he really only guessed considering the man's hands were only a blur to his eyes, which confirmed the last of his fears: his eyes also had no power; his rinnegan was gone. "Hey, Asagami, you catch him", the man who had first spoken to Madara said. He seemed to be the boss.
The man named Asagami (the one weaving the handsigns) took a step towards Madara, made another handsign and said: "shadow binding jutsu!". Madara knew the jutsu and in another circumstance would simply have dodged it, but now he was powerless against it. The shadows from the trees joined his own and he was instantly paralyzed and at Asagami's mercy. The shadows then rose from the ground and started to coil around Madara's body, so tight that he trouble breathing. Madara realized they wanted to take him unconscious, but was unable to do anything about it. The shadow reached his neck and Madara fell his consciousness slipping a rain of a vast array of ninja weapons fell on Asagami, his boss and the rest of the men surrounding Madara. They all skillfully dodged them, but looked angered. "Damn, these guys again. Were they following us?", the boss of the group who attacked Madara said, clicking his tongue. "Too much work just for an senile old man…", the man whistled and in an instant his entire group was gone. Only Madara was left gasping for air.
The new group, his saviors, landed next to Madara. Madara's vision was still blurry, so he couldn't make out their appearance. When he could see, he lifted his eye and he saw it: in the distance, piercing the clouds, towering over even the highest mountains. It was the Shinju, the Holy Tree, the real form of the Juubi he absorbed. "Impossible…", Madara said, falling to the ground.