Madara grunts as he sits up into a sitting position on his bed. He was exhausted and in pain from his wounds but he brushed passed that with practiced ease as he moves to stand. Doing a quick cursory scan around the room he was in, his new bedroom, he then makes his way out the door and down the empty hallway using the wall for support towards the bathroom, tumbling here and there, not quite used to this bodies height.

His mind was in shambles as he tries piecing together all the pieces with the splitting headache he had and the pain he felt drenched his body. With his vision blurring in and out, he opened the door to the bathroom and walked in, fumbling with the light switch as he did so until it came on. He let out a groan of pain when the bright light hit his retina's. Images, memories, flashed in his mind too quick to grasps, just making the headache worse.

Madara turns on the sinks faucet and leans down, leaning heavily against the counter, splashing water in his face to hopefully help. It did, to some degree. He was confused and in pain but got the gist of his unthinkable situation. It had been a few days since IT had happened after all. With him leaning heavily against the bathroom counter, he goes over everything in his head for the thousandth time, trying to grasp at any control he may have had to make the images stop appearing. Though, with how those images were this body's memory, he doubted that would happen.

It had been three days since he woke up in this body that was his, yet not. He remembered dying by Zetsu's hand when he woke so he was majorly confused at what was going on at first. He also remembered struggling to gain control over his body once more during the heat of battle, an all-out war between the elemental nations.

Madara lets out a low groan as his body moves without him wanting it to as it stumbled before stabilizing as his body moved into a battle stance. The sore area around his stomach from the previous punch was a welcome relief from the monotone imprisonment he had before. He just wished the circumstances were different.

Madara was tired as his body moved without his permission, the control being hijacked by Zetsu many years ago. His onyx eyes moved upward, soon connecting with the brown eyes of the person he once called his brother. Now, he didn't feel like he deserved the title of that self-proclaimed relationship.

Senju Hashirama looked to be in pain as Senju Tobirama and Namikaze Minato flanked him. The sounds of battle could be heard from a distance as they were quite a ways away from the main battle, the three great shinobi having forced him over here through sheer power. Madara was grateful for that, not wanting to kill even more innocent souls. There was a small pause in their battle as Madara catches a breath, his body not moving for some unknown reason. Hashirama, seeing this, took the chance and spoke.

"Madara! Why are you doing this?! I thought you loved the village!" He said, desperation and pain evident in his voice. Madara's heart stung as he so badly wanted to explain what was going on, to lay down his crush and demolished pride to ask for help, but he couldn't as even that choice was taken from him. Madara couldn't respond to Hashirama, causing for Tobirama to scoff and glare daggers at him, hurt and anger present in his eyes even as the revived man stood tall. It just hurt Madara more to see that. Minato was stone-faced as he watched on, ready to strike at any moment as he waited behind Hashirama.

Madara, looking at them, find it in himself to fight against Zetsu's control once more, having previously given up years ago. He felt the control loosen slightly around him, causing Madara to feel the first seedling of hope bloom in what felt like decades. He didn't want to hurt them, not again. So, without responding, Madara attacks them once more, his body fighting while his mind battles for the control he so desperately wanted.

The flow of the battle continued, Madara not there entirely as he grasped at any control he could. Until, just as the battle escalates into something more, Madara wins.

The battle stalled once more as Hashirama was holding his side with Tobirama and Minato still flanking him, nursing their own injuries. Hashirama lets out a grunt as he stands to his full height, having been knocked over by Madara's gunbai before.

"Madara, please! Answer me!" Hashirama yells, anger and worry and so many other emotions heavy in his voice. The thing that hurt him the most though, was the betrayal Madara could hear. His once brother felt betrayed… That didn't sit well with him.

All was silent as Madara stared blankly at the three men in front of him, nursing a limp as they just stared right back at him. Tobirama scoffs once more. "Not going to talk, you cowardly Uchiha!? Tell us what the hell happened!" He yelled.

Madara had the perfect chance to attack them then, to land a critical hit on Hashirama and the three men knew this. So when Madara takes a step forward, they tighten their defenses, only for confusion and suspicion to courses through them as Madara forcefully stopped himself from moving his legs, causing the man to jerk back as if hit. An expression of pain and anguish crossed his features as Madara balls his hands into a fist, dropping his weapons in the process. Madara didn't know how painful it was to take back control bit by bit until he was doing it.

"Madara?" Hashirama spoke, confusion and hope clear in his voice, his eyes wide as he stared at him. Minato and Tobirama shared a look behind his back, not relaxing their stances but not attacking either as Hashirama took the lead once more. Madara just looks Hashirama dead in the eyes, causing Hashirama to let out a gasp at the clear anguish present in his black orbs.

"Hashirama…" Madara whispers as he shakes slightly, trying to remain in control. It was slipping from him even now. "Tobirama… I am sorry… I… Kill me, now!"

Their eyes widen at his words as distant horror sunk into Hashirama and Tobirama. Hashirama looked devastated. "Madara! Wha, why? What is—" Madara doesn't give him the chance to finish as he cuts him off.

"Now, Hashirama! I-I don't have much time left before my control slips again!" Madara yells as he forcefully shuts his eyes when his Sharingan forcefully activates. "I don't want to kill anyone…"

Silence reined upon the group as it dawned to the three great ninjas why Madara was saying this. He wasn't in control of himself. Tobirama and Minato's face soften slightly even as horror and disgust were felt through the three of them. Now that they looked at him more closely, they could see him shaking slightly, most likely from the strain of keeping his body from moving. Hashirama takes the initiative again.

"Madara…"

Hashirama was at a loss as he takes a heavy step forward before freezing when Madara does a bodily flinch and looks to the side with widened eyes, Sharingan spinning rapidly. They didn't have enough time to react before Madara was suddenly right in front of them.

They jumped back as they prepared to launch a counter-attack before they took stock of the situation. There, right in the middle of his chest, was a sword penetrating through Madara's chest. Their eyes widen as they saw Madara give them a bloody smirk before turning his head to look at the plant man responsible for his wounds.

Zetsu.

He had succeeded in his endeavor for control and killed the plant with his Susanoo but it was at the cost of his own life, not that he minded much, he was tired of living anyway. He was just glad that he got rid of Zetsu even as he was dying. At least his loved ones wouldn't have to deal with the twisted man in the future. He distantly hoped that Hashirama and Tobirama would forgive him for his crimes but he knew that wasn't going to happen.

Madara looks up and stares at his reflection through the glass, pushing those thoughts away as he tries to formulate a plan of action on how to proceed from now. A sickly pale form looked back at him, onyx eyes and black hair reaching his cath the same as before. The only thing different from his old body was his height, weight, a slight difference in eye shape, and the loss of one of his eyes.

This body was a little smaller than his old one, possibly a few inches shorter. His eye shape was a little sharper than in his previous body as well, reminding him a bit of Tobirama's eyes. The one that worried him though, was his weight. He was underweight. From just looking at himself, he could easily tell that he was around 100lb and 117lb.

That wasn't good. While he didn't eat much in his other 'life', he wasn't nearly this underweight. Sure, he was teetering the edges but not this bad. Letting out a sigh, Madara glances over his exposed chest, counting all the ribs he could see, as well as all the scars he noticed. Reaching up, he moved aside the bangs hiding the other half of his face, only to be greeted with long jagged scars and a closed scared eyelid. Frowning, he lets his shaking hand fall back to the counter as he then set out to unwrapping his bindings to clean his wound before rewrapping them once more, only finding the gauze, wrapping, and tape after shuffling through his new memories once more. They were in the second cabinet behind the mirror. Madara was curious on how that worked but he figured he'd find out later.

Once done, he then stumbles his way towards the kitchen, plans formulated and ready to put into action. First, he needed to eat, though. His stomach was killing him and, if these memories were correct, he hadn't eaten in a week.