Disclaimer: If its Naruto, I don't own it. If someone else owns it, I definitely don't own it.
Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.
Note: AU.
Note #2: Read Lost if you want something more serious.
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Screw It
Chapter Four
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Madara had prepared some identification papers of his own, they showed exactly who he was, Uchiha Madara. The day before entering Konoha, he had to come up with a name for his country, as well as his hidden village, he came up with the name Land of the Lost, and the Hidden Village Amongst the Found or of the Found, whichever or whatever, in short he lived in Lost and Found. It was the only thing his vastly creative and imaginative brain could come up with. As for the hitai-ate and symbol of the village and the country, was just a simple letter "E", the country's emblem being a red "E" on a black background.
The guards let him in without a fuss, thinking that the Uchiha were allowed to name one of their own after a nuke-nin, it was the more acceptable thing to think of, other than the alternative being that the only equal to Senju Hashirama was alive and kicking, and possibly was just let into the village. Later the guards would be reprimanded for allowing someone named Uchiha Madara into the village, since there had been only one Uchiha Madara in the whole history of the clan. The village had grown complacent, thinking themselves superior than any other shinobi village due to the fact that they were one of the Five as well as having survived the Kyuubi, also the fact that they birthed a many number of legends, both living and deceased. But those things were beside the point, they could have at least checked to see if Madara was actually one of theirs, cause not just anybody would dare name themselves or one of their own children after one of the biggest enemies of the village just for fun.
As Madara walked the streets of Konoha, he realized that sooner or later his old-school battle armor and shinobi dress would stand out, and would cause somebody from his clan to notice him as well as get suspicious of him. To rectify this, he made it his first priority to get himself a new wardrobe, something in black, and red if possible, but mostly black. He wandered into one of the many Shinobi only clothing stores scattered around the shopping district. He walked around the store, all the while catching the attention of the store's owner. The store itself looked like it had not seen much business in a while.
"E-excuse me," the store owner said.
"Yes?" Madara asked.
"How are you alive?" the store owner asked. He was a man that looked even older than the Sandaime Hokage, and that was saying something.
"What do you mean?" Madara asked, once he faced the man.
"Well, you look like Uchiha-sama, your chakra feels like his too," the store owner said.
"Who are you old man?" Madara asked as he tried to figure out who the store owner was.
"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't recognize me. I'm Jurei Atsushi," the store owner answered.
"Impossible! I saw that Senju bastard slaughter the lot of you! How did you survive?" Madara exclaimed, no one else was in the shop save for the two of them.
"Just as impossible as it is for you to still be among the living Madara-sama."
"I remember now, your clan had that bloodline that allowed for you to have longer than normal lives, depending on how many of your lot were alive. So how much longer do you have?"
"Until my clan grows to being at fifty members I'm immortal, nothing and I mean nothing in the world can kill me. So Madara-sama, how is it that you are alive?"
"I have already died, but the kami gave me a second chance to make it all right, or some such nonsense, all that matters is that I am just as immortal if not more so than you."
"So what are you in my humble dilapidated shop for?"
"A new wardrobe, preferably in black, and with a hint of red, no Uchiha markers or anything else related to my clan."
"So...that would be ten sets, right?"
"Yes, along with two sets of formal wear, along with ten more sets of kimonos."
"Hmm...large order, luckily I got lots of things in your size, and if not, well Kage Bushin will help me. Have you grown at all since last, Madara-sama?"
"No."
"Alrighty them, just wait right by the dressing rooms, I'll go get your stuff, I still remember what you like, so don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing is gonna be alright."
"Alright, I wont worry, about a thing, cause I know every little thing is gonna be alright."
While Madara waited by the dressing rooms, he picked up one of the magazines that were lying about near where he decided to sit, the magazine was actually an outdated copy of the Bingo Book, with one entry missing: His. It seemed that one of his friends from days gone by was one of his true friends, since according to the Bingo Book, he did not believe that Madara was justly named a nuke-nin. Most other Bingo Books that Madara had come across he was labeled as a nuke-nin.
Atsushi joined Madara once again, this time carrying several storage scrolls that held most of the clothes that Madara was going to purchase, but when asked about the price, he was told that they were free, but Madara insisted on paying, along with saying that he didn't want his old friend to go bankrupt or something and loose his business. Atsushi accepted that, but instead just gave his friend, and village founder a hefty discount.
Madara's new wardrobe consisted of a long black trench coat, black pants, a grey sleeveless vest with a white long sleeved shirt under the vest, black combat boots, red gloves with an imprinted seal pattern on it to help with forming jutsu and other such chakra using things, and black sunglasses. To finish off his look, Madara unsealed a katana with a blood red blade, and a ninjato with a blade that would glow blood red if infused with chakra. He then strapped these two weapons to himself, and let them hang on his back, the handles positioned in such a way that he could easily draw them. Before leaving the shop, he had Atsushi inscribe special seals on the palm of te gloves, these seals would store the other hand held things that Madara would be lugging around, like Med Kits, Kunai, Wire, and the like. All he'd need to do was think of the object while applying chakra to the seal, and poof instant item.
After walking around, Madara realized that the village was different from what he remembered of it, during his past life's childhood. He decided them and there that he would give the leaf a chance, he would see how they treated their jinchuuriki, and if it was not up to his standards, he would take the child and raise him as his own, far away from Konoha, in the Lost and Found.
Madara decided to pursue the young Itachi and bend him to his will, or just simply befriend him. Madara was sure that Itachi's father did not show any emotional support or any familial support for that matter to Itachi once Sasuke was born. Madara knew that Fugaku considered Itachi as a mistake, and the only pride he had shown, or would show was when the young prodigy did something to further earn the title of prodigy. Itachi needed a father figure, he needed Madara, and Madara needed practice. But it wouldn't do to just drop into the young man's life so early, that would be a costly move that could backfire on the immortal. So Madara decided that while he waited for the right time to act, he would run Found via genjutsu and clones, lots and lots of clones, those and the actual appearance in Lost and Found every now and then.
As time passed his citizens grew to love, and respect him, even after he revealed who he was. Their loyalty to Madara grew even more after he singlehandedly made sure that the other nations recognized his claim to the land which he claimed as his and named the Land of the Lost. No one had seen and fought a warrior of his caliber in a long time that no one was prepared to face him. He had also singlehandedly made sure that his hidden village, Found, was recognized by the other hidden villages, one of the reasons for the recognition, was the fact that the village really could not be found. The village was found in the Land of the Lost, but all outsiders did not know where exactly, the only ones that were allowed to find it were clients, and even they were unable to remember correctly where exactly the village was located.