Thanks to Inanari for the review! At her request here come's a chapter about Madara Uchiha. Hope you enjoy!

Madara – Sulking

A fire needs a space to burn
A breath to build a glow
I've heard it said a thousand times
But now I know
That you don't know what you've got
Oh you don't know what you've got
No you don't know what you've got
Until it's gone (Until it's Gone – Linkin Park)

He looked down at his shaking hands that clutched the bottle of sake. He felt miserable and just wanted to burst out in tears. It's been half an hour since Izuna had died. His little brother, the one he had sworn to protect no matter what. He died in front of his eyes and all he could do was watch. He had been there with him on the battlefield but couldn't prevent Tobirama to wound his brother fatally. If he just would have killed them all earlier, if he just would have told Izuna to stay behind!

He had thought, believed, that his brother wouldn't die that quickly, had thought that these stupid Senju could never hurt him, a true Uchiha warrior.

Especially he should have known better. He felt so stupid and naïve. If a soldier dies, it happens quickly and without giving anyone the chance to save him. Damn he had grown up in a war and yet it seemed like he had learned nothing.

He took another large gulp of alcohol. His head felt already dizzy but he didn't care. He wanted to drown himself in alcohol, wanted to forget the weak body of his beloved little brother in his arms bleeding to death, wanted to forget him offering Madara his eyes with a final smile, wanted to forget all the blood that had clung to his clothes and skin after he had left the temporary medical tent.

He stared at his still trembling hands. They were weirdly red. After all he had scrubbed them again and again to get them rid of his brother's blood. In the end he had thrown the soap away and had demolished the wash tank. He didn't care that anybody looked at him and questioned his sanity. He didn't care if they started talking about having an emotional wreck as their leader. He didn't care that they thought that his brother was killed by a Senju-weakling…

"Fucking damn!" he yelled, grabbed the almost empty bottle and threw it through the tent. It ripped a hole in the tent line and shattered somewhere outside.

He could feel tears dwelling up. No, he wouldn't cry. He was a fucking Uchiha after all! He was the leader of the most powerful clan. He couldn't show any weakness.

"Man you look pathetic." His head shot up. In front of the hole in the tent a little blond haired girl stood wearing a white dress. She tried to look serious but her lips twitched and amusement flickered in her blue eyes.

He growled. "Get out of my tent, now!"

"You know, it won't help anybody if you continue sulking." She stayed with her naked feet firmly plastered on the earth.

"I am not sulking." He narrowed his eyes that automatically had switched to Sharingan the moment he had heard her voice. Not the normal Sharingan though but the Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan, activated with the help of his brother's gift.

Without a word he grabbed another sake bottle from his stock, opened it and drank one third of it with the first gulp.

"You surely are sulking." His eye twitched and he looked at the brat over the sake bottle.

"I am not" he growled.

She titled her head to the side. "Yes you are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No and why am I even talking to you?! Who are you anyway?" He never had seen her before. She clearly wasn't an Uchiha with her blonde hair. His body stiffened. Was she a Senju? Was she sent here as a spy? No, the Senju had better spies than that.

She shifted with her feet uncomfortably. "I don't really have a name…"

"Then what are you doing here?" he continued asking in irritation and annoyance. He just wanted to be alone and drown his sorrow in sake.

"I'm here because you reached out to me." He blinked.

"What…?"

She nodded. "When humans get drown into darkness and despair, they reach out for help and support. I somehow feel their need and appear at their side to help them, to give them hope. And to make them stop sulking."

"For the last time I AM NOT SULKING!" he yelled and before he could stop himself threw a kunai at her. Normally he wasn't violent against children or women – unless of course they were Senju – but that girl just ticked him off.

The kunai however slid through her body without drawing blood. As if it didn't even hit bone or flesh it swished through her, ripped another hole in his tent and followed the sake bottle outside.

He stared at her. She stared back. Then she suddenly burst out in tears.

"You meanie! Why did you do this?! I came all the way here to help you and you threw that sharp thing at me?! It could have hurt me! I have feelings too and you just stomp on them! Meanie! Asshole! Sulking dumbass!"

"What the hell are you?" he mumbled.

"Like you care!" she shrieked and continued her wailing and crying. He groaned and just wanted to bang his head against the table and threw that little bitch out. But apparently she wasn't even here physically. She probably just was an imagination of his alcohol clouded mind, nothing else. He stared down at his hands still holding the bottle. They weren't shaking anymore. And then he realized that this little girl had shifted his thoughts and attention away from his brother's death. But he didn't want that. He wanted to grieve over his little brother, he wanted to imagine how he'd pay these Senju back for this, how he-

"Is that your armor? Woooow…" His head snapped up.

The girl had stopped making a scene and was now bending over his red armor which he had thrown to the ground earlier when he had rushed into the tent. Her eyes were sparkling and she reached her hand out.

"Don't touch it!" he growled. She ignored him and touched it.

"You must look funny with it." Suddenly she started giggling. She did it again. She drew his attention away and stopped these dark thoughts circling through his head.

"Can't you just leave me alone?" he asked annoyed. He didn't want her here. The girl gazed at him over her shoulder.

"But I'm not really the one who decides this." He just raised an eyebrow at that. "You reached out for me, called me. And you decide when you don't need me anymore. Then I leave." She turned back around and started poking his armor.

He really wanted to snap her neck.

"I don't need you anymore. Now go away" he grumbled waving with his hand dismissively. Not like she cared. She stayed.

"I leave when you stop sulking." She grinned slyly. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Stared back down on the sake bottle… Maybe he could drown her with more sake.

Grabbing the bottle he put it back down to where the other bottles were which he had intended to drink. If he was already seeing some hallucinations then he clearly had had enough. He couldn't afford to get tipsy. He was a leader after all and he had a clan to lead to victory. This time he wouldn't fail. He would show these Senju who the superior clan was.

Abruptly he stood up, stepped to the girl and took the armor.

"What are you doing?" she asked while he grabbed his weapons.

"Preparing for a fight" he growled and then walked with confident steps to the tent door. However, before he left he said without turning around: "I pray I won't see you anymore… Hope." And then he was gone.

The girl stayed there for a moment longer, pondering over the name he just had given her. "Hope…" she said slowly and then smiled. "I like that!"

I know Madara is a freaking badass but he is still human and just lost his dear little brother. I think that even he would break down in such a moment.

Who should I do next? Please review!