Chapter 2

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Madara suppressed a groan as his conscience returned. If it wasn't shinobi-rule number one, it should be; when awaking in an unfamiliar place, don't give any indication that you're awake before you're sure it's safe. His first discovery was 'I'm not tied up', followed by 'there's something on my neck'. He felt a presence close by, only one, and of the level of a civilian. Still, even a civilian could kill a Kage with preparation and a bit of luck, so Madara stayed on guard. After peaking through a half-closed eyelid, he deemed it safe to 'awaken', the presence coming from a woman with a white coat, purple hair tied in a ponytail, and glasses. He sat up.

The woman turned, and jumped. "Wha...? oh, you're awake. Don't scare me like that!"

Madara looked at her. "Who are you? Where am I?"

The woman gave him a somewhat sad smile. "You're on the Red Line, in the Holy Land of Mariejois to be exact. I am a doctor, my name is Lavia."

Madara frowned. He knew of doctors, medics that worked with medicine and tools instead of chakra, and fairly successful, but the rest of her words confused him. "Red Line? Mariejois? I have never heard of those places." It seemed he had been somehow teleported to a different place, which was good. Now he could lick his wounds, and seeing that Hashirama should be dead now, he could safely return once he was healed to remove Hashirama's berserker-orders from the bijuu, something he never had the time to do before, as they were given to the villages after he had left them.

Lavia stared at him. "You're kidding. How can you not know the Red Line, the only continent? You really are some country bumpkin, aren't you?"

Now Madara's patience was wearing thin. "Enlighten me then, before I do something you might regret."

Lavia laughed. "Nice bark you got, but we've already checked the Wanted-list. You don't have a bounty, meaning that you're not that dangerous." Her face darkened and she muttered, more to herself. "Even if you were, it wouldn't matter now." She shook her head. "Anyways, I might have something laying around here that will help. Just let me find it... here!"

Madara frowned. As with all shinobi of his level, there was a bounty on his head. A ridiculously high one too. Anyways, he looked at the paper Lavia had unfolded... and blinked. It was a map, but what it depicted was not like any map he had ever seen before. "What is this?"

Lavia rolled her eyes. "A map of the world, what else?" She cleared her throat. "As you can see, our world is covered mostly with water, with many islands of varying size, but only one supercontinent, the Red Line, which goes from north to south around the entire planet, separating the oceans. Most of the Red Line's shores are 10.000 meters above sea-level, and not even the most vicious storms even get close to us here on the top. You were pretty lucky, there is one heavily- guarded elevator dug through the mountain to reach the harbor and so that fishermen can go down and gather fish, which is pretty easy, considering that the currents force all fish to the shore. You were found by those fishermen, washed ashore, or rather thrown against the harbor. You cracked a few ribs there, but I'm amazed you weren't crushed. Anyways, back to our geology-lesson. Aside from the Red Line, which goes from north to south, there is also a giant current going from east to west, the Grand Line. The only safe way to reach it is through River's Mountain, as the Grand Line is boxed in on both sides by the Calm Belt, a area with absolutely no wind, and it is the breeding ground of the giant Sea Kings. The Oceans are the North Blue, the East Blue, the South Blue and the West Blue. If you're looking for pirates, those can be found everywhere, although the Marines keep them in check Anyways, Mariejois, were we are, is the seat of the World Government, and the home of the Tenryuubito."

The gears in Madara's head were turning. This made no sense! Either this woman was crazy, or the people here had somehow managed to overlook the Elemental Continent! Or, the Kamui had not pulled him to a different spot in his world, nor to his own pocket-dimension, as that was both dry and uninhabited, but to a completely different world! A short check, that went unnoticed by the doctor, calmed Madara, as he still had his chakra, and a mirror behind Lavia showed him that his Sharingan also still worked. Lavia was focused on the map, and Madara asked the question she had apparently been waiting for. "What are the Tenryuubito?"

Before she could answer, the door was kicked open. Madara immediately took a combat stance, while Lavia dropped to her knees, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and bowed until her forehead touched the floor, while calling "Welcome master Valnist."

The roughly fifty year old man who entered was wearing a full-body suit including pyramid-shaped helmet, had the oddest haircut Madara had ever seen, going up in a tower before splitting into three small curls just below the tip of the helmet. The man sneered at him. "Why is that still standing in my presence?"

Madara was busy trying to decide which bone he would break first, when Lavia looked up. "Forgive him master Valnist, he is confused and ignorant of the mighty Tenryuubit... argh." The man had kicked her.

"Did I allow you to speak?" He hissed, before turning to Madara. Said man had decided on the neck, and was now weighing different approaches, before he spoke again. "So, you don't know of the Tenryuubito?"

"Never heard of them." Madara calmly answered. Maybe he'd just toss the figure through the window.

Valnist sneered. "I knew it, a country bumpkin as I thought. Well then, I'll enlighten you. This world that you live in was founded by great kings. These kings in their blood held the superiority over all others, and the ones who inherited that blood are we, the Tenryuubito. We are superior to all others, and when you meet a Tenryuubito, we are easily identified by these helmets we wear so that we mustn't breathe the air you've filthied, you will bow, as all slaves should. Woman, I task you with teaching this bumpkin what he needs to know."

"Yes master Valnist." Lavia intoned, but the man had already left.

Madara helped her up. "What did he mean by slaves?"

Lavia looked down, before pointing at Madara's neck. "We are property of the Tenryuubito. I have been auctioned away, and you were claimed, as it was Valnist's men who found you. What you're wearing is a slave-collar. They can detonate it whenever they want. It will kill you, if you're lucky. Trust me, it's better to just keep your head down and do what you're told."

"Why am I wearing a collar and you're not?" Madara asked.

Lavia gave him a deadpanned look. "Because you're new. Those collars are usually only around your neck when you leave the Holy Land of Mariejois, as in here, there is no chance to escape. The only ones who always wear one are the new slaves, whose hope of escape hasn't been crushed yet."

Madara looked toward the door. "Are all Tenryuubito like that?"

A joyless snort answered him. "Honestly, Valnist is one of the better ones. He doesn't hurt us for entertainment and tries to avoid killing us, that's more than I can say for most others."

Madara weighed his options. "Where are my things?" He asked.

Javia shrugged. "Probably in some crate. Valnist was gone on business for a while, so he likely didn't have time to go through them yet. After that, he'll keep what he likes, the rest gets thrown away. But it'll be at least a week before anything related to duty will be done by Valnist, so if you want to go look for them, be my guest. Just don't cause any trouble."

Madara was torn. On one hand, he felt the urge to just kill all the Tenryuubito and be done with it, on the other hand he didn't know if what Lavia had said was true. He decided that he'd hang around for a while, avoid meeting the Tenryuubito, and observe and learn what he could. He didn't know enough of this world to pick a side.

Lavia looked at him. "Now I think I deserve some questions answered. Who are you, and how did you get here?"

Madara gave her a cold look, but decided she deserved to know that much. As he was a stranger in this world, it was not like she would recognize his name. "My name is Madara Uchiha. I was fighting with my life-long enemy, with the odds favoring him, and jumped off a cliff instead of giving him the pleasure of ending my life." It was as close to the truth as Madara could go without being declared insane.

Lavia smiled sadly. "I see. Perhaps it would have been better to die. What you'll face here will be hell."

Madara smiled as he walked out to take a look around. "A hell indeed, but certainly not for me."

-0-

The next few days went in relative peace. He grilled Lavia and anyone else he could find for information, observed the behavior of the nobles from afar, and after finding the library, reading books, his Sharingan and perfect memory allowed him to read a page in less than two seconds, which was speeding things up nicely. This world was an interesting place, to say the least. There was no chakra, which gave him a definite edge, but what they had was fascinating. Haki sounded like Sakki, or Killing Intent, that he knew, but that it could be charged into limbs and even weapons to strengthen them and give damage to otherwise invulnerable enemies. But what really grabbed his attention were the Akuma no Mi, the Devil Fruits. It was incredible what abilities they gave, although the descriptions were vague, even in the library of the World Government that he could access without leaving hints of breaking in, which were most.

Devil Fruits were easier studied on those that had some, probably a lot of the Marines and agents of the World Government, although he had noticed that while Tenryuubito didn't have any abilities, they sometimes fed those fruits to slaves for amusement, having those slaves put on shows for them, going from dance to gladiator-matches. He saw, at a family that wore round helmets, two women, apparently sisters, turn into snakes and fight each other, while a third, who couldn't be older than twelve, was dancing with other slaves, apparently working some kind of charm. During those expeditions he also learned that all of the nobles were scum of the worst kind, and that he would do this world a favor if he reduced their numbers, which he was planning on doing eventually.

Fruit-users were not the only interesting thing he saw. He noticed men and women, slaves or servants, who had odd characteristics. They seemed like crosses between men and different forms of marine wildlife, who, as he found out later, were a completely different race simply known as Fishmen. He also saw slaves with additional joints in their arms or legs, and one man who looked completely normal, only he was bigger than some of the villas. The most curious find was in a Tenryuubito's pond, where a real mermaid was chained down, unable to leave it. This world was fascinating and Madara grew to like it more and more. So far, the only stain seemed to be the Tenryuubito, but Madara intended to correct that mistake. He just wasn't sure when.

However, six days after he woke up in Lavia's office, that decision would be made for him.

-0-

The day had begun normal. Madara had woken up where he had laid down to sleep, the roof of a tower, and started another stroll through Mariejois, which was a huge city by his old standards. From the outside, one saw houses of lesser nobles surrounding a giant fortress with many towers. In reality however, the outer wall was basically just that, a wall. Behind that wall, although a number of floors higher above the ground the 'simple' nobles lived, were large manors, shops, a little town inside of a building, with the towers and the central headquarters of the World Government watching over them. Madara found it pathetic that they Tenryuubito dared be so arrogant while being completely dependent for protection. He was still considering how and when he'd slaughter them, but unless something forced him to, he'd rather not give up on the library. Of course, there were other libraries, Madara had the plan to visit an island named Ohara when he was out of here, since it was mentioned to have a very extensive library, but all in good time.

He had spent the day in the library, reading on different topics, currently focusing on history. Eventually the sun had sunk, hours ago, and the library would be searched, then hermetically sealed. Since Madara had no interest of dying like that, he left shortly after midnight. As he walked down the street, a servant noticed him and practically attached himself to his leg. "Thank god I finally found you! Master Valnist wanted to see you two days ago, but you were gone. The master would have detonated your collar if you hadn't been found by tomorrow. You have to come quickly, master Valnist is in a horrible mood. Slaves don't make their masters wait."

Madara gave him a cold look. "If you value your arms, you will release me this instant." The man obeyed, and Madara shrugged generously. "Fine, I'll humor your master. Lead the way."

The man, happy that today, he would not be punished for failure, hurried to Vanist's villa, Madara leisurely, but with the same speed as the running man, followed. It was not as if he had anything to fear from his so-called master. He had seen these 'guns', and while their bullets were a bit faster than him, their movement was linear, so as long as he kept the barrel in his sight, there was no problem. Of course, once he retrieved his armor, he would only have to look out for bullets aiming for unprotected spots, like his hands, feet, and head. Should Valnist try anything, he'd soon be wishing he'd never been born. In fact, if the man didn't return his possessions to him, the man would regret being born.

-0-

Valnist was as ugly as Madara remembered, and his sneer was not improving anything. "You have made me wait, slave." He stated.

Madara lifted a brow, a sign that he was listening, but not really interested. He was wondering about the chain attached to the wall, knowing from Lavia that breaking it or the collar would detonate it. Since he was being immobilized, his host apparently had something planned that Madara would not be happy with, but he had decided he'd listen to the man before deciding on a suitable punishment.

Valnist frowned. He moved to slap Madara, but a small dose of Sakki made him hesitate, even though the nobleman didn't know it, never having felt anything like it before. Still, his sneer deepened. "I see that Lavia has failed to instill you with the proper respect to your betters, I'll have her punished later. Although, with someone as stupid as you, the task was almost impossible. Listen slave, I have been far too lenient with you. Your ignorance is becoming bothersome, a slave doesn't leave the house. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was on the ball three days ago when I wanted to present my new slave and he was nowhere in sight? Because of you, now some may think I am incapable of disciplining my slaves."

"Where are my belongings?" Madara interrupted.

Valnist hadn't even heard him. "What a disgrace, it will take years to erase this shame from my peers' memories. And all because I haven't found the time to properly teach you. Then again, you may currently feel like a form of servant, that was my mistake. I should have done this immediately, as it helps to make slaves realize their places." With that, he walked to a fireplace and grabbed a piece of metal. Madara saw that it was a branding-iron, and it was glowing red. On it was a circle, with three triangles pointing up like claws, and one pointing down.

"What is that?" Madara asked. If this little shitstain was trying to do what he thought he was trying to do, he'd use the so-called noble to repaint this room crimson.

Valnist grinned. "Ah yes, you are a bumpkin, I forgot. What you see here is the Hoof of the Soaring Dragon, the mark of the Tenryuubito. Well, only we Tenryuubito are allowed to use it, but it's not really our mark, as we don't put it on ourselves. You see, it marks our property, and it is branded on all slaves, so that they understand that they too are property. This mark shows that you slaves are the lowest of the low, the filth amongst all that filth that litters this world that we made. It is a sin for you to..."

Madara was getting annoyed. "Are you done?"

Valnist grimaced. "Looks like the bumpkin can't wait to be branded. Very well, I, the great Saint Valnist, shall now mark you."

He moved towards Madara, who had stood up, giving him a glare that made the arrogant noble freeze. "Try it, little man, and I will grind you into powder."

The Tenryuubito shuddered, but he tried to act tough. "Y-y-you c-can't scare m-me! I-if you try a-a-anything, your collar will kill you!"

Madara tilted his head while forming one-handed seals. "You think that this can stop me? You have no idea who you're messing with. But let me fill you in. Doton: Domu!" He had copied this jutsu from a strong opponent hailing from Taki. His skin blackened, he closed his eyes to protect them from shrapnel, and gave his collar a mighty tug.

BOOOM!

Valnist stared in shock. His newest possession had just detonated himself. "How dare he? How dare that bumpkin kill himself without my permission?"

A cold laughter interrupted his outrage. "Who killed himself?"

The smoke cleared, and Madara stood there, rubbing his neck, but completely unharmed! Valnist stumbled backwards. "Impossible. You're a Fruit-user! But how? Those can't swim!"

Madara smiled, a smile that would make even the devil shudder. "Oh, I have never eaten a Devil Fruit. And now we can talk from the correct perspective."

Valnist panicked. "GUARDS!"

A group of at least twenty men barged into the room, all armed to the teeth, and after a moment to analyze the situation, charged at Madara. Said man rolled his eyes. "Excuse me for a moment, this won't take long."

Indeed, after two seconds, it was over. Madara had dashed forward, and in one moment crashed through their line, snapping necks and impaling soldiers on their own weapons. Without sparing the corpses so much as a glance, he turned around, acting as if he had not just committed small-scale genocide. He grabbed Valnist by the throat, smashing his helmet, and effortlessly lifted him into the air with one hand. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, you were about to answer all my questions, and you were going to do a really good job so that I may rethink that idea of slaughtering you."

Valnist choked, but his arrogance was too deep-seated to be broken this easily. "You dare... raise your hand against... me, descendant of the world's crea-GURARGH?"

Madara had increased the pressure on the man's neck. "Silence, fool!" Madara hissed, disgusted. "Only children have the right to hide behind the achievements of their ancestors, and you are not a child. You are a mere parasite, living off of something that happened ages ago. You know of your ancestor's deeds, yet you do not strive to achieve anything to reaffirm that glory. I would do your ancestor a favor if I struck you down before you bring more shame to his family's name! Now I ask you again. Where. Are. my. BELONGINGS?"

"Outside... next to door... chest... thrown away..." There was not enough air for complete sentences.

Madara nodded. That was really all he wanted to know. He dropped the coughing Tenryuubito, and turned to leave, when the man spoke again. Didn't this guy know when to shut up?

"You will regret this. Assaulting a Tenryuubito in Mariejois, all three Admirals will come to punish you."

Madara paused, without looking back. "These Admirals, are they strong?"

Valnist blinked. This was not the reaction he had anticipated. "What? Of course, they are nearly invincible, there is only one man stronger than them!"

Madara's head turned, and the grin on his face would have made the devil cry for his mommy. "Wonderful."

With that one word, Valnist understood. This man was not just some punk, this man lived on the battlefield. Wherever he came from, that place was buried in war, and the man had grown up to the symphony of slaughter. He did not fear death, he did not fear pain, he craved both. This man, while was seemingly able to exist perfectly fine in peace, it was in war that he truly lived. As such, one could not threaten him by saying someone would come and kill him, the idea of a powerful opponent was sweet promise in his ear. It was possible he had attacked Valnist just to provoke the response of the Admirals. Had Valnist not already been sitting, he would have dropped on his butt.

"You did, didn't you? You attacked a creator of this world just for a fight?"

Madara grinned. "Perhaps. And what do I care of this world's creators, it is not mine."

Valnist's jaw dropped. "What?"

Madara frowned. "I shouldn't have said that. Well, too late now. I am from a different world. Locked in mortal combat with my enemy, I had thrown myself into a dimensional whirlpool to not grant him the honor of slaying me. To my own surprise, instead of being torn to shreds, I landed here."

Valnist blinked. "Impossible..."

Madara looked around. "Now there is just one question left. What am I going to do with you? You understand that I can't let you live, now that you know my secret. Ah yes, this will do, that way you didn't heat it up in vain." He picked up the still red-glowing branding-iron. "Didn't you say this brand marks it's bearer as below human? Well, how fitting."

Valnist crawled back. "You wouldn't dare!"

Madara gave him an almost kind smile. "Don't worry, I'm just kidding. I won't kill you just because you know my secret."

Valnist sighed in relief.

"I never had any intention to let you live to begin with."

Valnist screamed. "Why? WHY?"

Madara's smile turned thoughtful. "Why? Good question. Because I can, and I want to." With that, he pressed the hot iron into Valnist's face, the familiar scent of burning flesh and the agonized howls of the dying man bringing back memories of great victories and terrible losses. After a minute of slowly increasing the pressure, he finally felt the skull cave in, though just to be sure, he crushed the Tenryuubito's ribcage with a single stomp. Then, as if nothing happened, he walked out to get his possessions, making a short stop at the slave-quarters to tell the poor souls that their employer had recently passed.

-0-

Madara sighed in happiness. "Finally, I am whole again." He had found his clothing, armor and even his battle-fan and sickle, and almost giddily climbed out of the rags he had worn so far. He had covered all of his possessions in seals, and especially with his armor it had paid, as the seemingly light armoring swam and withstood great pressures, a fact that without a doubt had saved his life. Now it was time to hunt Tenryuubito.

However, it seemed that someone else had had a similar idea, as Madara noticed that some of the houses were burning, slaves running through an open gate towards freedom, everyone else running around like headless chicken, nobody giving him a second glance. Almost bored, he snatched a saber from the scabbard of a marine running past, and seeing that it was a blade of inferior quality, buried it into the chest of a Tenryuubito running past, his suit on fire.

Suddenly, a shadow fell on him. He looked up, and straight into the eyes of a large fishman. His hands and feet were bleeding, but in his eyes he could see iron determination.

Madara smiled at him. "Good morning."

And cut! Chapter 2 is finished.

Well, I've shown a few changes in the timeline in this chapter, namely two. First, I've downgraded Hancock's age at her escape from sixteen to twelve, mainly because I didn't like the age-difference between Hancock and Luffy, being her being 29 and him being 17. The second alteration is that Ohara still stands. It will fall, but not before Madara visits it.

As most of you have guessed, Madara will not be a marine. He won't refer to himself as a pirate, but he will be labeled as one. He won't go out of his way to find a crew either, they will more or less flock to him, sometimes to his annoyance.

Next chapter Madara will let loose, and give the World Government a night it will not forget. He will also get a housewarming-present of sorts from the OP-World, and enjoy it greatly. He will NOT eat a devil-fruit, as to him, the cost is a little too high, but that doesn't mean that he won't gain any new abilities from this new world.

As I've mentioned before, my Madara has an ability from the show Heroes, that he will make liberate use of in this new world. Care to guess which one?

As for his Mangekyo, he will have his pocket-dimension and limited teleportation, but he won't have intangibility, as that just takes the whole fun out of it. What fun is a fight where one side just lets everything pass through him?

Well, that's all for now,

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