Chapter 10 - Guilds and Saints

FINALLY I'm back in business!

For those of you are wondering where I have been!

Well I was literally doing what I was doing now! Except for the past year I have been a lazy fuck that couldn't even bother spending 10-20 minutes a day to write this story. Seriously there are times I sip tea at a table for 30 minutes not doing anything.

Like wow, feels good to actually want to do shit :)

NO FLAME PLEASE. Lol nah, give me the biggest 'fuck you poem' you ever done I ain't no pussy ass insecure 13 year old girl writing some Levi x Eren Yaoi story.

'Quite possible that Phantom Lord would have been a better choice…' Madara stared at the door for another moment before finally resolving to knock. He could feel that he would regret this action, but he did not want to make his trip to Magnolia pointless. His hand reached to his face, becoming a fist that was facing himself, before he lightly tapped the wooden doors.

Knock, knock, knock.

The noise from the inside did not change one bit. Sighing, Madara balled his hands into fists and prepared to use far more force to get the guild's attention.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

The sounds from within seemed to react to him as he could hear voices questioning who was at the door. Moments later, one of the double doors opened to reveal…nobody.

'What?' Madara looked inside the hall, half of the people were drunk and the other half were staring at him with curiousity. As soon as he began walking in, he was stopped by an aged voice.

"What can we help you with, young man?" the voice questioned. Madara turned his head to the left, right, even up; however, as soon as he looked down, he raised his eyebrows in interest due to the stature of the man that addressed him. He saw a old man that couldn't have been half his height wearing orange and blue striped pajamas, topped with rabbit-ear-like protrusions with the same design.

Madara stared at him in silence before speaking. "I am looking for the guild master, Makarov."

"Makarovvv, you say?" the old man slurred, his eyes becoming closed as he looked like he was putting great effort into his thoughts. The stubby character paced in front of Madara for a few moments before opening his mouth in a wide grin, a finger lifting up to show he had a life-changing revelation.

"I am Makarov!" he exclaimed with a drunken happiness.

'…'

Madara did not believe the old man's antics. Someone of his stature and position should not be indulging in such…inappropriate behaviour. If he himself became the Hokage, he would have never done anything that could potentially drop his own guard. Perhaps he overestimated the position of wizard saint.

"Are you capable of holding a conversation?" the former Uchiha asked emotionlessly. Not at all amused with how the old man was acting.

Once again, the old man thought really hard for an answer, before reaching for a large barrel of liquid to the side with a suddenly enlarged hand.

'Oh? Is that his magic?' he mused, thinking back to one of the clans in Konoha that had a similar ability.

To Madara's disgust, the pajama-wearing old man began to chug the entire barrel, getting most if not all of it over himself before slamming it done with a satisfying gasp.

"Ahh…Now I am." Right as he said that, the old man's demeanor changed. From the drunken state where bubbles could be seen coming out of his ears to a far more formal and disciplined stance.

Did he just ingest more alcohol to get sober?

"What can I…for, young man?" the old man asked with one of his eyes open, staring directly into Madara's own onyx eyes while some of his words seemed to be drowned out by the noise.

Sighing, Madara looked around, taking in the chaos that occurred all around him.

'Is this…some sort of celebration?' he thought, seeing how mostly everyone inside the hall had been drinking some sort of beverage, and it didn't take a prodigy to figure out if was alcohol.

As he continued looking, he noticed something that piqued his interest.

Hmm…pink hair.

"Is there a more…silent place we can talk, Makarov?" The drunken cacophony around here would have made speaking difficult, especially when random shouts and screams will drown out parts of his or the old man's sentence.

"Ehh…Why not just talk here?" The old man mentioned dismissively, gesturing to some open seats in front of a counter.

Hnn.

"Because there is too much noise here."

"Well that's cause were having a party!" Madara narrowed his eyes at this, despite his insistence, the old man did not budge or feel the need to accept his request. Demanding was simply not an option as they could ruin the saint's opinion of him.

"Perhaps I came at a bad time, I shall return tomorrow." Turning around, the black haired mage made towards the door, resolute in speaking to Makarov when he was not inebriated.

Unfortunately for him, a long, snake like hand grabbed his arm and turned him back against his will.

What are you trying at, old man?

"I'm afraid…" The old man all but whispered, a hard expression on his face. "That I can't just let you leave…" As soon as he said this, many of the surrounding members seem to stop what they were doing to see the interaction between Madara and Makarov.

The 'Grimoire Heart' mage narrowed his eyes and glared back at the small wizard saint, before adding a challenging tone to his otherwise emotionless voice.

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because…" the elderly mage began, not giving anything away in regards to his intentions.

"You haven't HAD A DRINK WITH US YET." Almost immediately, the entire hall erupted into cheers and screams louder than before; and before he knew it himself, he found himself sat down at the counter, a mug larger than his own head placed in front of him.

Madara stared at the cup suspiciously; years of being a Shinobi made him wary of things strangers gave him. Drinks especially.

Quickly thinking of an excuse, Madara crossed his arms and began, "I'm afraid I don't drin-"

"NONSENSE!" A random man beside him interrupted, slamming a hand straight onto his back.

"I do not like repeating myself. I…do not drink…" the surrounding people looked at him suspiciously. Sighing, Madara added, "it's for…personal reasons." Everyone around him seemed to nod in understanding, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"Now, if you will excuse me, I will leave you to your devices, and return tomorro-"

"Oh come on! Have some fun! A young man like you shouldn't be so uptight!" A voice to left spoke. Madara turned towards the man to see a blue-haired middle aged man with the same colour mustache. He was wearing a coat that was stained with…various colours of liquid, and on his face a disgruntled smile only matched in moral responsibility by his severely reddened face.

"This is not fun," Madara replied, getting out of his seat and making for the door.

"Sheesh…who spat in his bowl of cereal this morning."

As the increasingly impatient man neared the door, he could feel a pair of small hands tug at his shirt.

Hmm?

"Hey Mister, are you strong?" Madara looked down to see a tuft of pink hair, two familiar yet annoying eyes staring back at him.

Madara simply turned away without interest and continued walking towards the door.

"Hey wait! You're strong aren't you! You're wearing cool stuff!" The boy rambled on and on and on, running in front of him to block his exit. Perhaps if he actually indulged the boy's insufferable inquisitiveness then he would actually leave him. Oh how wrong he was.

"Yes." Madara answered.

"Yes what?"

"Yes. I am strong."

"Really?" An excited grin plastered itself onto the boy's face. "Then FIGHT me!"

Raising a brow in amusement, Madara saw the boy leap at him, attempting to throw some arm-swing that could not be called a punch.

"Take this-ARRG" the boy began, only for Madara to lightly back-hand him to the side, slamming him on his underside.

"Hahahahaha! Flamebrain got his ass handed to him!"

"This is why you shouldn't challenge everyone you meet!"

"Have you learned nothing Natsu?"

"Hah! What an idiot!"

Madara looked towards the ones who made those comments; surprisingly, they were all kids. And one of them…was completely indecent. Surprised at the clothe-less boy, Madara glared right at him.

"You should not speak before you learn how to dress," he casually mentioned, causing the raven-haired boy to look down at his own predicament.

"Ahh my clothes!" He realized, frantically grabbing anything to cover himself.

Sigh…

Again, Madara turned to leave, ignoring the calls for his attention.

Again, his exit was blocked.

Madara looked down to see a white-haired girl in a pony-tail dressed in a very short top and legwear. Saying nothing, Madara simply walked around her and reached for the door knob.

"Hey!" She shouted, running back in front of him. "You can't just ignore me!"

"Hnn. What do you want, girl?" he questioned, a hint of impatience in his voice.

"You're pretty strong! To be able to handle Natsu like that!" Oh? So the pink-haired boy's name is Natsu…summer.

"He was weak," Madara replied.

A sly smirk crept up on the girls features. "Well how about you and I go-"

"No."

"But you didn't even know what I was going to say!

"That does not change my answer."

"Arruugh. Fine!" she spat, before angrily stomping back towards a table of kids with the same colour hair.

Siblings?

Giving one last look to the guild behind him, he left through the front door, alone with all but his thoughts to keep himself company.

'I shall return tomorrow.' he decided, walking to the center of the city to find an inn to spend the night.

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Chapter 10 Completed! Next Chapter - The Magic Council

Saru: The Barrier doesn't really keep people from entering. It hides it from people - this is how Grimoire Heart was able to enter because Hades already knew the location. How Madara sensed it was because Mavis was able to sense Madara's approach from far away - this allowed Mavis to sort of emit a beacon that called him there. It is so Mavis could 'help' him. Plot device for Tenrou Island Arc :).

Rain-XIX: Don't worry, I have big plans for Madara! I've been writing him fighting pretty much for Chapter 1-8, so I wanted to focus on Madara interacting with different people!

RadioPoisoning: I was thinking of Madara using a combination of Amateratsu Formula and a type of Runes for him to use Fuinjutsu. Although it won't be a big part of his arsenal as Madara didn't use a lot of seals in the Naruto Verse. Currently he only uses basic magic enhancement for his eyes - this might evolve into an actual technique that raises his vision even further later on.

Lezaroth: Thanks for telling me that! I was asleep after this was posted and I probably must have misclicked CH2 with CH3 when I updated :(.

FanfictionChallengeGiver: Don't worry this has been fixed.

Corey: Don't worry this has been fixed.

Guest: Read and find out :).

My Readers Digest: Madara is no longer as sadistic as he was before. He indeed mellowed but not by a lot. His side concern is his current goal in life since he has no high ambition or threat he has to deal with such as during the clan wars. However, he will mellow more when he interacts more with the people in Fiore.

UzumakiSora: Read and find out :).

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