Hello everyone! Wow, has it been four months already? Time does fly by these days….ehehehe. Yeah sorry about that, been busy as hell these past few months, what with finals, work, and other duties. So yeah, here's the latest chapter for PUD. Ahaha sounds weird..PUD… Anyways, here's the latest BS that I thought of so maybe you'll like it? Ahahah. So yeah, most of this stuff might be a bit out of character and not very cannon so don't get too butthurt if it doesn't go like what the manga says. .
Just to clear up:
Italics are people thinking.
Roman is regular scene and description blah blah blah.
"Quotations" is of course people "talking."
Any other one that randomly pop up should be self-explanatory.
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Naruto awoke. With one of the biggest headaches in his life. Considering much of what he's been through, that was said a few things about his predicament. Though, Naruto did not awake on a dungeon floor, or a comfy bed, or hell, not even chained up as he was accustomed to, but on tatami mats with blankets covering his body.
"Wah…?" He said slowly then shot up as a cold pressure was applied to his exposed jugular. The sudden jump caused straw-colored blankets and bandages to fly everywhere. Grabbing the imposing whatever-it-was, Naruto made quick work of tackling it to the ground and safely securing its movements. All the while the sleeping materials slowly drifted to the floor to land harmlessly on him and the soon-to-be deadman, which was really hairy by the way.
Wait, not even Ero-sensei was this hairy. Might help if I actually take a look at this damned thing. Naruto thought , as he quickly grabbed the blanket and whipped it off them.
What confronted his eyes made gave him a worse headache than before.
"Woof?" A dog. Great.
Quickly Naruto let go of the canine, who was now wagging its stump of a tail at him, seemingly having forgotten that he was about ten seconds away from dying. Taking a look at the dog, which ne noticed was not a menacing shinobi at all, but a long-haired, ashy colored mutt with a long snout and short tail. All Naruto could do was sigh. "You are one ugly dog," he whispered to the mutt. Which only caused the said dog to wag its tail harder and let out a loud, "Arrf!"
"I'm not complimenting you!" He yelled, but squatted down and started petting him and scratching him behind the ears none the less; which was rewarded by a very furious face licking. Naruto let out a small chuckle and whipped the slobber off with his bandaged hand.
Woah, back up, back up, back up, when was I ever injured? Finally taking a look at his surroundings, which I should have done the second I woke up, Naruto noticed the small room he was in. It was about the same size as his bedroom in the old apartment he used to live in. Almost 14x16 he could estimate. The light coming in through the windows was clear and bright, typical mid afternoon weather, so I'm guessing its lunch time. He thought as his stomach gave a fierce growl and proceeded to annoy the fuck out of him.
Slowly getting up and stretching out all the kinks throughout his body he surveyed the room in more detail. The walls were bare, as the floor, as well as the ceiling. No signs of life other than the mutt were in the room. He looked down to take a closer look at the bandages. Picking them up in his hands he noticed they were pristine white and extremely flexible, very good bandages to say the least. He slowly popped his neck and turned around. "Ugh, man! I feel so much better!" he exclaimed as he did a few quick stretches.
Spotting a table in the otherwise empty room he noticed a folded piece of brown paper on it. Walking slowly he looked down at the neat and precise writing of what he assumed was the prick who knocked him out. Who was it again….Holy shit! Uchiha-fucking-Madara, that's who! What if I'm in a genjutsu ever since I 'woke up.' Maybe I'm dead! This stopped him, a shiver ran through his body, but then he thought back to the small scuffle between him and Madara. Nah, I'm too awesome. Picking up the paper he read the 'greeting' he supposed, addressed to: WOMAN.
You are in one of my smaller estates.
You have by now been bandaged and rested.
Do not leave the room. Do not cause a commotion.
Or I will handle you.
No signature no ending, just a threat. "Well, excuse me!" Letting out an annoyed huff Naruto crumpled up the paper and threw it into a corner of the room. "Like I'm going to wait around here all day, fuck that." He cursed loudly, Naruto hated being bored. In fact he was rarely bored at all, between the training, the mission taking, and over all hanging with his friends and comrades, there really wasn't time to be bored. Well, maybe an hour here or there he admitted to no one in particular. That's how he had picked up this bad swearing habit. A man with nothing to do usually led to bad things. Speaking of which,"Where is Madara?"
Is he watching me; analyzing me? Subconsciously he looked over his shoulder, hoping to find a clue of the perpetrator in question. Nope, still nothing in sight. Looking down at the dog, he noticed he was wearing a red collar. Of course. "Who knew the Uchiha took pets? I bet they keep you 'til you're all fat and eat you." He taunted and patted the top of the dogs head. He only whined and sat down on its haunches.
Letting out another carefree laugh Naruto just smirked, "kidding!" Looking over the sliding doors he decided he was going to hi-tail it out of there. With a determined shoulder tensing, he started to stride over, hand in mid-air ready to open his gateway to freedom.
"You know, when a man tells you to stay put, you follow his orders." A deep voice said from behind him.
Whipping around he stood in a battle stance, ready for whatever the Uchiha was going to throw his way. I didn't even sense him.
"I only take orders from those worthy of it," he said slowly, words filled with anger. Can't really admit that I take orders from a Hokage that doesn't exist. All Madara did was raise his brow. Fuckin' Uchiha's, I especially don't take orders from you.
"And what determines such a high esteem? A dog perhaps?" He motioned towards the dog at his feet, which stood up and followed the hand and started licking it generously. Then without warning he grabbed the dog by his collar and threw him through the door. Causing both sliding doors to crumble and fall. A whimper was heard amongst the rubble.
Naruto's eyes widened, his hands clenched at his sides. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you as stupid as you look?" He shouted, his female voice making the end of his shout more like a high-pitched screech. He quickly turned around and ran towards the door, pushing pieces of random rice paper and wood aside hoping to find the dog. Exposing my back to save a dog, well, I can take him if I need to if all he can do is fight like in the meadow. Subconsciously Naruto knew that if it wasn't for the era or the way he had surprised the man, he wouldn't have gotten very far. He had to remind himself that this was one of strongest Uchiha in existence, who's eyes and skills could probably snuff him out in no time. But Naruto didn't want to admit it to himself so he continued to look for a sign of life.
Getting to the bottom of the pile he found nothing but the collar. "What…" He whispered, other than that, there was no sign of the dog, not even a lose shaggy clump of fur.
"Foolish woman, there never was a dog, it was merely a genjutsu." He said with the voice of such authority that just pissed Naruto off causing him to glare daggers at him. "Perhaps you do not know what that means?" Madara crossed his arms, ready to lecture. "Let me explain, it is an image or ill-"
"I know what it means." He cut him off coldly. To think that I fell for a lame-ass illusion like that. Get it together Naruto, a badass jounin like yourself doesn't fall for these tricks anymore.
Uchiha Madara simply stood there, chin tilted upwards, hands crossed in front of him; the poster boy for arrogant asses. Now if Naruto had been his younger self, he would have launched himself at him, damned the results of who won. But that was the old Naruto, though he still had problems with his anger and with rushing into things, he had better grasp on them. He would behave like the diplomat that he supposedly set himself up for and fight with his words not his fists.
"Are you satisfied?" Naruto asked simply, staring at the man quizzically, letting out a small taste of killing intent. Subtle enough that you wouldn't exactly notices, but strong enough to set an uneasy feeling about the room.
"What do you mean?" Madara said apprehensively, arms slowly uncrossing. That's right, you do not have the upper hand.
"With this," he motioned with his arms, spread out, "this whole manipulative, useless ploy? I don't see a point for all this tom-foolery. Do men like you like to waste chakra on self-assigned missions that do no good?" He said, crossing his own arms across his chest, resting slightly under breasts that were hidden from view thanks to the tight kimono.
An unsure look passed though Madara's eyes as he considered the question.
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He watched the woman watch him, eyes intense with not anger but with determination. What are you trying to get at?
She slowly started to circle him, very carefully, close enough to see the expressions on her face, but not too far as to have the necessary proximity to grab her in an attempt to subdue her. She is extremely well-trained. He thought, not many ninja in general remembered to keep the 'minimum radius' that older shinobi tried to teach the new and wet behind the ear trainees. Stay out of it and you could still fight or escape, but stay within it and close combat was all you could try, or die if you got lucky.
He slowly shifted in the direction she walked as to not keep his back to her. I must take her seriously. Or what, he thought; what could this woman do to me? He came to a sudden realization. He took in her demeanor, her stance, her eyes, and lastly, tasted the killer intent that had now intensified. Intensified so much so, and with such a degree that the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. She could…kill me. He thought with wonder, almost awe. He had seen the way she had handled herself with the dog. Two seconds. That's how long it had taken her to react, analyze, summarize, and execute a decision. This woman, this kunoichi was what the name entailed. A killer. This would have angered him in any other case. A person, let alone a woman who could possibly take him down was an insult to his pride, his training, and his family. This was different though, he had assessed the situations they had been in and the ways she reacted.
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Thinking back to the meadow, he thought of the way she had been laying in the grass. At first he thought he had caught her by surprise, his ego getting in the way of seeing the actual potential for death that had been waiting for him. As they had their small battle, it was not 'til he was up out of the trees he had destroyed to notice the trip wire laid throughout the field. Two were six meters to his left, while a deathly kunai trap was hidden underneath a weak genjutsu fourteen meters to his northeast. Stepping out of the rubble, he also noticed fifty exploding tags, slightly exposed, and those were only the ones he spotted. A thrill of excitement once again ran through his body. She knew I would find her. Was she hoping for it? He observed all this as he strengthened the genjutsu he had cast ever since he was sent flying.
He watched her as she neared the place of his supposed defeat. He caught a snippet of what she was yelling towards him, something about being weak when he realized he had enough of this. With a quick chakra surge he activated his Sharingan, this caused the woman to turn quickly, catching her eyes quickly, he sent of pin point, needle like command to her chakra system, cease
Causing her body to interpret is as a forced faint he caught her quickly and threw her over his shoulder. As expected, she was very light and had no problem walking towards his destination, no need to waste chakra on a body flicker or transportation jutsu.
Arriving upon his destination he looked upon the small housing estate his family had given him for a birthday years past. Though he in part was leader of the Uchiha along with the occasional help from his brother Izuna, their parents still gifted them on occasions. The dark roof and matching walls helped it blend in at night, but during the day it was a bit imposing. It was sizable for a man but not to big as to attract attention, it was about a half a day's walk from the main estate or about four hours if you were in a hurry. The hose was mainly composed of three independent rooms connected by hallways. The biggest one, facing the main estate was his training dojo, while the smaller two were for basic sleeping and leisure activities. His parents had offered a small number of attendants to care for the place, but he had rejected it, in order to keep himself more private. He did send them once every other week to make sure the garden and spring was taken care of.
The spring was a small one to say the least, after some testing and experimentation, his family had deemed it safe and had laid down a small wooden barrier behind the housing and around the spring as to keep animals and unwanted guests away. He would come at least once a month to absorb the minerals and mediate for whatever he needed. He could say it was one of his most favorite attributes.
He walked up the few steps there was and into one of the basic rooms he rarely went into. He removed the cargo on his shoulder and set all his armor and shoes in a convenient cubbyhole his attendants had put in for him a few weeks ago. Setting the woman on her back he positioned her in the middle of the room, not really knowing what to do with her. Taking a quick look over her body he didn't notice any sizeable injuries, so he simple stood there observing her.
The soft huff of her breath was about the only noise that alerted him than anyone besides himself was there. He noted the once beautiful kimono was now covered in patches of dirt and ripped at the sleeves and hem. Her scarlet obi had also begun to unwind with the rest of her garments and was lying underneath her like a violent slash of blood.
He also noticed that thanks to her lose clothing, he could take a look at the swell of her breast and the way the matched her breathing. His eyes trailed up to look at the smooth expanse of her neck and the farther upwards to the soft pink lips, parted slightly. He subconsciously looked away, he was used to females laying themselves down for him but this felt wrong, so he simple walked to the table only piece of furniture in the room and opened up the drawer underneath and picked out the few bandages he had in the house. Closing it slowly he continues to sit himself close to the woman and bandage her left hand, which he noticed had a very deliberate kunai slash from her thumb to her pinkie. It seemed a few hours old, surely not from their scuffle earlier, but form something before. I wonder, nameless woman, are you here to cause havoc?
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Having his thoughts return to the present, Madara once again assessed the female before him. He had come up with one main point. She was a true kunoichi. A person who could smile but cut with her eyes, cry but fill your lungs and drown you, lightly slap you but shatter your bones, that was the essence of the way of the ninja. Being subtle but deadly at the same time, that is what it took. Many shinobi took different way of achieving this success, whether it be by hiding behind loud words, or masking yourself with flashy clothes, but not her, she was like the belladonna he had heard of in the far way lands. Simply and pretty to look at, but one taste could send you into a delirious state of hell and death. There was only few ways not to succumb to its enchantments, but to ignore it, or carefully dissect and examine it to learn its ways. He realized he had stopped moving with her and was just staring into space, which was soon filled with her wicked face, eyes closed smiling mischievously at him. "Now, what do you have to say about that?" She said almost too cheerfully.
N-nothing." He slowly stuttered out. I cannot be too careful. He had to swallow his pride take a low hit, and take this woman as seriously as he would any man, and any trained shinobi. Why does she make me so nervous? She does not even own up to Izuna's strength and skill yet I am frightened by her. Why?
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"N-nothing." He heard Madara say.
Surprised and struck by the blunt answer, Naruto took a step back. He was expecting a cocky answer and death threat, not this, an obvious answer that didn't require yelling or more argumentation.
"Nothing…" He slowly repeated to himself pensively. Naruto looked down at his dirt stained feet and then up towards the man with the deadly eyes. Being sure to avoid his gaze and stare at his neck, Naruto lifted his left hand and laid it gently on Madara's shoulder. "Then why," he gripped it harder," do you waste," his other hand mirrored the left and slowly made their way towards his collarbone, "your time doing it?" He said as he applied enough pressure to be uncomfortable on the man that would screw his future over.
So close to the man Naruto was that he could almost hear the thump-thump of Madara's heart, whether it was nervousness or something else he didn't know, he only knew one thing. He was thisclose to breaking his collarbone and kicking his ass. The only fact holding him back was that he knew, just knew, that killing him would muddle up his future and the future of Konoha even more that help fix it. No matter what anger he had towards the Tobi/Madara of the future, this Madara had done nothing wrong besides be an asshole. He had heard that one time Uchiha Madara hadn't that bad of a guy, a jerk at times and power hungry, but he had supposedly been trying to protect his clan. And who can blame a man who would do anything to protect those he cared for?
Letting out a long sigh, Naruto released the hold he had on the man, which he was pretty sure Madara could have broken if he wanted to, then stepped back and dared to look at his eyes. Even bastards deserve a chance. It's up to you scumbag, one wrong move and I gladly kill you.
"You know what. Prove me all that was for naught, who are you, and what do you want form me?" He asked almost hopelessly. He crossed his arms once again and leaned back, putting his weight on his right leg and waited for an answer.
Speaking frankly Madara answered, "I am Uchiha Madara, leader of the Uchiha Clan, and I want…I want to get to know you," he said almost as hopelessly. Almost as if he himself was also unsure of the answer. He stepped up to the woman and motioned to her, "Who are you and what do you want from me?" he repeated.
Naruto tried not to smirk, he was not expecting and almost 'want-to-be-my-friend' request; how juvenile. Well, Naruto was good with juvenile, hell, if the bastard turned out to be good and he fixed up his fucked up demeanor, he might even fix the Uchiha clan and all their angst at the same time. He smiled with all his teeth and scratched the back of his neck, "Well, that's easy, I'm Naruto, and I guess we'll find out what I want later," he said loudly and stuck out his hand. Which Madara took apprehensively and shook.
If I play my cards right, there'll be no more pissy Uchihas, no more better-than-thou attitude, no more Akatsuki and no more trouble for future Konohagakure. What could go wrong? Naruto thought happily as he set himself a new goal, besides, he was good at this, Madara couldn't be that fucked up.
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Okay well that was chapter three. It was more for setting the goal for this fic maybe? Who knows. I was going to include the reason Naruto ended up there in the first place [which you guys have been asking for] but when I finished writing it, it seemed more as its own chapter or at least no this one, so yeah, sorry! But it's written so all I have to do is copy and paste right? Ahaha, well yeah. Hope you like it, review if you do and tell me what you think.
Next chapter is going to be up maybe sooner, I don't know, my upcoming semester is going to be real busy so I'll see what I can do. :P Hope you had an awesome Holiday celebration and hope your new year's goes even better! Keep tight to your resolutions!
~miscmist