I do not own Naruto nor do I own the characters, those are Misashi Kishimoto's toys.

one : start a new

'WHERE...WHERE AM I?'

Eyes opened slowly and cautiously with the new found discovery. He wasn't dead and he should be. That was what he wanted, after so many years of anguish, hatred and blind vengeance, he wanted to give up. There was absolutely nothing left for him. So why? Why this agonizing torture of seeing (-not like he can see much -) breathing, (-he did still have a nose...right?-), living once again was worse than any cruel punishment.

He willed his Sharingan to take place but his vision didn't change. Actually, he searched his chakra network only to find none at all. Instead of the usual coolness running along his body, there was only the blood flowing through his veins.

'where am I?! Why- what-'

"Fret not you mortal."

Madara whipped his head around to see-

"The Sage of Six Paths," he whispered astonished. Impossible! He looked at his feet to see him standing (- is it possible to even call it that? He didn't feel anything. If anything he was levitating-) on the calm surface of the water. He looked at the man holding more powerful than him. "What am I doing here? I demand to know!"

The Sage's gray eyebrows furrowed in distaste.

"All your questions will be answered in time."

"All your questions will be answered in time."

The same exact words told to Sasuke when he was on his path for vengeance. The words that told Madara it was his turn to calm down. The Uchiha's shoulder relaxed only a bit, and he took a calming breath.

"How did I get here? How am I alive?"

"You're getting a second chance."

This made Madara detest immediately.

"What are you talking about? Send me on my way to death! Who knows?! My brothers could be having the time of their lives without me!"

"I can assure you that is not the case," replied the Sage, smoothly. Madara's anger was at its limits.

"How-"

"Listen, you fool!"

Madara's retaliation was gone without a second thought. His anger was easily replaced with mild fear.

"Will you listen?" The Sage had creases on his brow, evidence of growing stress."Your life was not the best mortal. You had so much more potential. That is why you're given a second chance at life. To fix your mistakes."

Of course, he knew that. But the people have been longing to see for decades? - Not with him. His clan, his family? - Not with him. That damn Senju?! - Not. fucking. with. him!

But his regrets? His second chance?

He was given the opportunity of having a clean slate. No blood on his hands. That want of being innocent was overwhelming for Madara.

And that was the only reason he said,

"I accept."

Hagoromo smirked. He spoke with his staff laying across his legs, arms alone wide.

"As the Sage of Six Paths, Uchiha Madara, you are to rise to your potential and wipe clean of your regrets!"

He abruptly clapped his hands with a ghost of a smile that Madara could faintly see.

"...good luck..."

My mind drew on a blank. It felt like living a lucid dream. Aware of your surroundings but not able to process it. Intangible but tangible, invisible but visible. That was the only way my mind could describe it.

I tried to think of a reasonable explanation for this (-not that I could. Many things did not make sense-). My body was hypersensitive. The stuffy, warm atmosphere felt a chilling cold but unbearably hot.

With senses in overdrive, I felt pressure on my nape and lower back, before being lifted. The cold air was replaced with a warm sensation. My hair was flattened slightly as cloth provided coverage on my head.

If I didn't know before, it was clear now. I had returned to my early stages. My first's. My Beginnings.

And how I hated it.

I could faintly understand the fact that I was carried to a new room. One that included the presence of more people. My eyes were open darting in different directions every time there was the slightest of movement.

I was handed from one person to another, hearing the muffled sound of words being spoken and the clicking of pens against wooden clipboards.

"-...go...Uchiha.."

Uchiha, my clan. A large blurry figure entered my field of vision. Pale skin with black hair pooling around her shoulders. With hair that long and features that soft, I could only assume it was my mother.

The unsettling presences of other's faded, and I was alone with my mother. She moved the collar of the hospital garments down revealing-

Oh. OH.

Breastfeeding.

A week in (- Has it already been a week? My eyes are too undeveloped to see the world yet-) and I made a shocking discovery.

My mother (-Who I had now dubbed Maid-) was cleaning up my...accident. She lifted my legs in the process when I noticed something. It was the very fact that I felt nothing.

I had nothing between my legs?

A week in and I never was able to look down far enough.

A week in and I let out a shrill scream that Tobirama could have heard from his grave. And we all know that ass has selective hearing.

My life now was a repetition of some sort.

Every morning, Maid would take me out the cage people call cribs. She would change me, feed me, and then place me in my father's office. "Bonding is why," she had said, "Purely for the fact of bonding."

And bonding we did!

Kinda'

I would sit in the corner of his office brooding; similarly, he would continue his daily activities behind his wooden desk. We had a strange tendency of staying 3 feet apart at the least. Every time the stupid Fart came into my line of vision, wails erupted from my throat and carried out through the air. He would pause and take a step back and thus, my crying ceased. He stepped forward - crying, step back - silence, step forward - bleeding ears, step ba-

Understand now?

Yes?

Well, he didn't. No, it took him all but 3 hours of the repetition of me destroying his ears and my throat and awkward silence. Honestly, I felt as if he were mocking me!

So I gave him a proper name for that.

Peasant.

And he best be ready to serve this queen.

"What is wrong with you?!"

"My opinion will not change."

"She is our daughter!"

"Yes, and as such a female," he swiftly replied, not taking a second thought of his replies. I laid wide awake in the wooden crib, handcrafted. Maid and Servant were arguing, again.

2 weeks after reincarnation, the seventh fight since my birth. Always on one topic, me. Unable to anything but listen, my resentment of this life grew more.

"You - you bastard! How dare you!"

"Mikoto, she will not have a place in this household until she proves otherwise!"

Mikoto, I have...briefly heard of that name. Married to-

"Uchiha Fugaku!" She shouted in frustration. "If you continue to act like this, I'll move somewhere else!" Her voice cracked and footsteps carried to my crib in the nursery. The small touch of fibers gingerly running through my small tuffs of hair and soft sobbing was all I could focus on. "Oh, Madara." My eyes opened wide in shock. "I'm so sorry."

Her hands hovered over me, gripping the handle of a steel kunai. Different frames of thoughts flickered through my mind by the second.

Kill. Murder. Death. Blood.

She cried endlessly, tears falling on my face.

Then the knife was brought down.

A/N:

And done! I left you guys on a cliffhanger! At school, they are teaching our class how to do suspense techniques in ELA. How did I do in that field?

Please comment, vote, and review! Stay tuned to find out, does Madara live to see another day? Well of course she does because the story would be over if she didn't but like, keep reading to see what happens...

Sneak Peak:

I closed my eyes as pain erupted throughout my body.

"Mikoto! Gah- Madara!"

"How could I let this happen?"

"I'm very sorry, Uchiha-sama..."