Rating: M for violence, gore and sexual theme.

Disclaimer: I am neither Masashi Kishimoto nor Daisuke Sato.

Warning: Characters might be OOC!

A/N: Sorry for the super long wait guys! My life has been very hectic these past months, but reading all of your reviews and PMs urged me to write another chapter for you guys, considering winter break is right around the corner, might post an update or two! This one is slightly short because it's part 2 of the previous act.

The DEAD Shinobi

Chapter 2

Act.1: Spring of the DEAD. Part 2

Tokonosu City, Japan

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Z day, 2:17PM

It was actually quite easy to irk Uchiha Madara, with the unattractive clumsiness and anxiety of a supposed figure of power especially. Sneering lightly, he wiped the blood stain off of his shirt while pushing the now deceased gang leader's unmoving body off of his lap.

Poor guy, all the nervousness drove him blind, he even didn't noticed that curb. Madara tore off the seatbelt around his torso, kicking the stuck car door with a mighty force. Exiting gracefully out of the transport, he cast a slightly mournful glanced at the man who was splattered all over the unusable car. At least he got to his desired destination in one piece.

Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk. Madara thought with a deep frown as he heard sloppy groaning not too far away. If he didn't move now, he'll end up like his little buddy who decorated the white leather interior of the car with maroon red. Casting himself into the shadows and keeping low, he waited for them to pass by him. And as predicted, they walked on by, not sparing the raven haired youth a second glance. Pulling out a kunai silently, he twirled the weapon on his finger, just in case.

Walking through the terror stricken street as calmly as possible, he took in a slight breath as one of them seemed to be more aware of it's surrounding than the others. It didn't even get to raise its pale hand at him before a sharp metal impaled him at the top of his head with ease. It released a broken groan as it fell to the Uchiha's feet, this time dying completely.

The man tsk'ed as the others picked up even the lightest sound. He sprinted fast, making his long tresses fly behind him, as he jumped onto the high metal fence with chakra infused feet. The ghouls tried to reach him, putting their hands as high into the air as their limbs would allow, which was too high for the ex-clan Leader's liking. He walked through the needle like fence with complete ease, which would grant him disbelieving looks from by passers, well, if they could see anything.

Activating his sharingan, he ignored the light burn of his torso, as he read the sign a few yards from him.

'Fujimi Academy'

For the first time today, a dark smirk appeared on the shinobi's face.

Tokonosu City, Japan

Boiler room, Fujimi Academy

Z day, 2:35PM

He will not lie; humanity has really come far in this timeline. Madara placed his hand on the metal surface in slight wonder, before getting down to business. He could still feel it, the strong force of his own chakra - walking, running, and standing - right above him. It annoyed him to not know, what does this mean? Either way, he couldn't let them become 'them' before he properly didn't understand this phenomenon.

The thing that annoyed him the most however, was the stupid obstacle course that seemed to appear out of thin air. Where did these things come from exactly? Madara clenched his jaw, thinking, before a wide smirk graced his face, eyes glinting with the promise of destruction.

No matter.

Biting into his thump lightly enough to draw out blood, he pulled out one of his scrolls. Brushing the wound in a straight horizontal line onto the scroll, a light 'pop' escaped from the chakra infused paper. The Uchiha was glad that none of these moronic students decided to hide in the school's boiler room of all places.

Placing one specially designed paper bomb on the machine, Madara checked his watch with that dark smirk still on his features.

He'd say he had about 2 hours before this place turns to a pile of ash.

Tokonosu City, Japan

Management building, Fujimi Academy

Z day, 2:49PM

Rei pulled up the handmade spear, checking the lightness of it with nervousness. Her two classmates, whom she had known for forever, were running alongside her. She could still hear the distressed screams of the students, some of which could have been people she associated with. Biting the inside of her cheek, she greeted the fresh spring air with joy, thinking they were safe for now, until she saw someone standing in their way.

Taking a deep breath and a step back, she recognized the man as her modern literature teacher who looked not like himself. Like almost the rest of the student body that was trapped on campus. She noticed him staggering towards them, like he was drunk to the core. His sloppy movements didn't seize her even growing anxiety, her hands gripping the mop handle firmer. Suddenly, the body of her ashed teacher lunged at her, making her reflexes act up.

She could hear the yells of encouragement from the two boys, but she paid no mind. Taking a few steps make, she launched herself at the seemingly deceased teacher, nailing him straight at the heart. A wave of dread washed over the honey haired teen as she realized what she has done.

She had just killed a man.

That fact was enough to make her hands go slack, creating an opening for the corpse to attack on the unsuspecting girl. The ghoul pierced his own chest even more, trying to get hold of the girl who jumped back in utter fright. How was he still alive? Hisashi's arms wound up around 'its' neck, trying to stop the ghoul from touching his girlfriend.

A gross, squishy sound rang though the roof passage, as an eerie silence fell over the three teens.

The other boy had his feet glued to the ground, unable to process what was happening in front of him properly anymore. He stared in dreadful fascination as the zombie-like man bowed his head lifelessly, still in Hisashi's hold.

A sharp knife-like weapon was impaled in the apple of the teacher's eye. The grey haired boy threw him down with shaky hands, making eye contact with the brunette who mirrored his surprised expression.

Did somebody just saved them?

As Hisashi comforted the shaken up girl, Takashi went to the now definitely dead corpse. He pulled out the weapon out of its head, looking anywhere but the deceased teacher. He twirled the weapon idly on his pointer finger, almost laughing out at the ridiculousness of it.

A kunai?

Tokonosu City, Japan

Rooftop, Fujimi Academy

Z day, 3:41PM

He admits it once more.

He likes rooftops, even in a polluted world like this. He watched mildly as the chaos unfolded right in front of his gleaming red eyes. His jaw clenched slightly as more of them came out to the field, just as sloppily as the rest of them. He closed his eyes, feeling the spiked up chakra forces all around the school. He could practically smell their panic. Leaning onto the railing, he rested his face on his knuckles.

Too close.

That was too close, one of them almost died. He didn't even known what would have happened if he hadn't arrived on time to stop that turned teacher before he demolished those three kids. The unknowing factor left him aggravated beyond belief.

Uchiha Madara was smart, really smart. Back in the Fire Country, he liked to perform a lot of experiments, natural or not. He had gained a lot of wisdom about various things that majorly helped him on the battlefield. He knew about a lot of things, Rinnegan included, but he never have dreamed of people sharing chakra before.

His eyes slightly widened when realization hit him. This was not good, not good at all. Running a hand thought his inky black hair, he released an aggravated quiet sigh. He needed to find those punks befo-

Madara's head snapped up when he heard a shrill scream of a female girl, in the opposite building of which he stood. Cursing under his breath, he quickly made his way thought hands signs as fast as he could with a slight sarcastic smirk.

It was time.