One would think that once he was able to use his Sharingan again, Madara could go home. But no, it wasn't nearly as simple as that.

Firstly, he had no idea what had he actually done to send himself to this world. It was not something he had learned how to do, it was just a mistake.

No matter what he attempted to do with his eyes, all he got out of it was a headache.

Six months have passed and during that time a lot happened. He met some of Shizu's friends, went to her workplace, got to know the town better; simply got used to this new life and all that comes with it.

Shizu decided that she can't support them both with only her earning the money – even though he pointed out the valid fact that she could if only she stopped wasting so much on clothes and cosmetic – so she thought it was time for him to get personal documents in order to get a job too.

That turned out to be an awfully long and stressful process, but they did it in the end. More than ever, he felt truly blessed to have been born as an Uchiha. Thanks to Sharingan, he had managed to get things done much easier.

After countless arguments Madara succeeded in getting Shizu to let him have his way and get diploma in medicine, for surgery.

And even though the stupid girl dared to doubt him, he was soon accepted in local ambulance, having impressed his new employer. He knew everything there was to possibly know about human body; he knew a hundred different ways to save it and even more to kill it off.

"Let's go out today, it's Sunday." Shizu said in bored voice while flipping through TV channels, her body unnaturally curved on the couch but she was too lazy to move.

"And Sunday implies that we have to go out?" Madara talked back, even gloomier than the girl. Even though he wanted to get something done, the stupid television kept keeping his attention. He swore to himself that he'll do all it takes to prevent that thing from getting used in his world – that is, if he ever goes back.

He could metaphorically hear Shizu roll her eyes at his answer.

"Nah, but it's both our day off, we should make some use of it."

"Then you better clean this place up a little and do something productive instead. However, if you insist on going to town, go with your friends as always. Don't bother me." He reasoned.

"But you never go anywhere! Even when you got your first paycheck you just bought some clothes and food and nothing else. Enjoy the money, or at least let me enjoy it!"

"Just take as much as you want and go!"

"Oh, I will, but you're coming with me!"

No, he did not want to come with her and yes, he did come. Embarrassingly, he let himself get dragged out by useless, tiny woman. If only his father could see him now…

"I wonder what we should do…" Shizu mumbled under her breath as they walked down the road, slowly making their way towards town square.

"You could have at least planned some activities before dragging me along like that."

"Let's go see a movie!" She exclaimed, ignoring his protests.

"Nothing we couldn't have done at home."

"True." She sighed in submission, slumping her shoulders.

As they walked on in silence, Madara busied himself with thinking what he would be doing at the moment if he was home. Most of the time, the answer was training. He used every available moment to work on his strength, while here he would hardly get a chance to spend some energy.

At home, there was always something to do. If he wasn't training or they weren't in battle, he would help his parents around the house. His mother would have Izuna and him do housework and plant flowers for her.

Some days, in the evening, if he managed to sneak out he'd meet Hashirama and go drinking. The other days he'd spend with Izuna, either drinking or playing with random girls.

Now, he found himself truly missing those moments. Even fighting in battle looked better than wasting his time in front of a TV. In battles, he knew what he's fighting and potentially dying for. Here, even going to work was pointless for him.

It wasn't where he belonged.

"Amusement park!" Shizu's sudden exclamation had him snap out of his deep thoughts.

"What?"

"It's super fun! Let's go over there." She added, grabbing his forearm with her both hands and leading the way. And again, he let himself get pulled along.

Apparently, Shizu's definition of fun were gigantic colorful machines from which they could hear screams of terrified people.

Anyway, even though he didn't understand why they had to do exactly that, he didn't bother to complain as she led him to the particular machine that she said was called Roller Coaster.

Now that he was seated in a wagon, he saw that it was all secured and it was unlikely anyone would actually get hurt, but he still found it ridiculous that they were paying money just to get scared.

As the machine began moving, Madara did feel certain tension and it was getting more and more intense as it was going very high and then suddenly went downhill in the full speed.

People screamed, laughed and somewhere behind him someone seemed to be crying. It all contributed to growing adrenaline and even he felt a little lightheaded for not being on his own feet.

The wagon kept rapidly changing directions, going up and down and then in circles, all in a very high speed.

He looked over at Shizu as she was mumbling uncomprehensive words between amused screams and his eyes caught an unsettling detail: her safety belt was damaged. The curves of the Roller Coaster made it move too and it was a matter of seconds before it could get completely detached.

Madara looked down to see how much longer the ride would last, but it did not seem to be ending too soon. The situation imposed that it needed to be over immediately.

Another high hill was about to pass and as soon as the wagon went downhill Shizu's belt let up and fell out, leaving her spot with absolutely no safety restrictions.

Without even having a moment to think situations through, Madara needed to react right away. He pushed up his own safety belt and grabbed Shizu's hand tightly, as she stared at him in panic and confusion.

After concentrating chakra in his feet he stood up. He wrapped his arm tightly around the girl's waist to keep her in place and finally, he jumped out of the wagon.

Once he could feel the hard ground underneath his feet, he breathed out in relief. He looked around, ready to be stared and pointed at by the people, but instead he saw a kunai flying his way.

He avoided it, quickly adapting to another change: he was back home.

After half a year with no practice he had gotten slightly rusty, but was, as expected, still better than the worms surrounding him.

"Madara!? What have you done?! What the hell is this?!" He heard Shizu's voice screaming for him somewhere in the background.

Shizu?

Following the direction where the voice came from, he could see her. She was down on the ground, attempting to back away from the battle that was raging everywhere around them.

A shinobi appeared behind her, his sword up in the air, ready to cut.

Madara lunged forward, throwing himself at the enemy and making them both fall harshly to the ground. He rolled over, ending on top of the other man and after short struggle showed his kunai deep into the other one's throat.

The enemy shook for few moments before his body became calm and limp underneath Madara's weight.

He stood up, making his way over to Shizu to see if she's fine but she was not in the same spot anymore. He scanned the area for few moments and finally spotted her running figure in the distance.

Was she trying to get killed or something? He ran after her.