Chapter Three

"Castles in the air- they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build too." -Henrik Ibsen

Madara hid along the rooftops. He looked at the sun and frowned. It was getting dark and most people were slipping into their tiny homes, and yet this man was acting as if he was just beginning to start the day. There was a gleam in the spy's eyes, and he could hear him muttering to himself. He held a box uin his arms, and something that suspiciously resembled blood coated his lips. Madara's common sense told him to be wary of this, but intrigue filled him. He slipped through the night sky and slid off the roofs to follow the man on foot. He wasn't nervous about being heard. There was no reason to be. He was the master of disguise, the ruler of mystery, the god of-

"Who"s there? I'll bite your fucking face off."

Madara froze. This was not what he was planning on. He stayed in the shadows and waited. He was curious on whether or not the spy would follow through with his threat.

There was a bit more muttering before the spy spoke again. "If you're not going to talk, then go the fuck away. We do not like creepy little fucks like you. If you have nothing of value to us, then please go away."

Madara would have shot him if they were back in his time. But no, he has to get used to all the new terms, weapons, and so on and so forth. It hurt his head just to think about it. He instead settled his conflicting feelings between shooting the spy or tormenting him for years to come, by doing neither.

"Ah, yes, um, I am here to, um, meet with you, you know?" he said, disguising his voice as he spoke. "My boss has a request for you."

The spy located him in the shadows and Madara cursed. Would he be found out? After all, he just disguised himself as something he definitely was not, and if he was really found out, then the cops would come and send him to prison-

Wait, why the fuck did he care? He didn't exist in this era. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted to.

"We don't take requests."

Madara wanted to slam his head into the brick wall. How stubborn was this guy? What would he have to do so he'd get over himself? "B-but you'll be paid well," Madara said. He hated disguises, especially this one. He had to beg him to talk to him. There was just something wrong with that.

"I don't give a- How much?"

"200,000 ryos." Dammit! How the hell would he come up with that much? He better think of a good job for that much.

"Wow. Who do you want dead? It better be worth my time."

"He wants information on the current Hokage. All the files over the weapons, plus the head of the man who's in charge of developing the gravity deflector." Madara frowned. Even though that had nothing to do with his goal at all, he wanted that guy killed. How dare he try to change the natural laws! They were there for a reason, and weren't to be played with by naive little children.

The spy chuckled. "Bring half of the money tomorrow and we shall kill him. We'll meet you here at six o'clock sharp. You'll die if you are a minute later."

"Okay! Thank you!" Madara hated the bubbly voice, hated it hated it hated it-

"If we are going to do future business deals with you, we are going to need your name."

"Oh." Shit, bitch, cunt, asswipe, dipshit, wanker, dammit, fuck, fuck, FUCK! "Um, my name is Tobi."

"It's very nice to meet you Tobi. We will see you later."

Madara waited until the spy was gone before vanishing into the shadows. He appeared in front of the hideout and slumped over in exhaustion. He was tired, and he wanted to go to bed. He hated spies, so this one better be worth his time.

A/N: This is still JMS writing this story. It's been hidden away on my flashdrive for so long that I really was afraid to pull it out for fear that you may all try to rip off each and every one of my fingers. On the other hand, here's a chapter? Yay? Sorry it's a short chapter, but I may be posting more soon if I do not get too discouraged.

On a lighter note, for every reviewer I shall give you each a one shot. For this exclusive chapter only. So review!