Back-Fired Revenge

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Uchiha Madara stood in front of his statue, the collected bijuus' chakre flowing around him. "Soon… my dream will be complete, and the mistakes from so long ago will be repaid." His Sharingan glowed as the potent chakre flowed into him. Even without the Kyuubi's chakre, the bijuus were still incredibly powerful, and with Sasuke distracting Naruto and Konoha, Madara was free to take in the powerful chakre. A grin lit his masked face - he was so close...

"Why do you push so hard for this, Madara-kun?" The Uchiha paused, his Sharingan widening in disbelief. It was impossible for him to hear that voice again – that person was dead. "Can't you hear their screams, just as you can hear me? You're hurting them!" The gentle voice was saturated with sadness, haunting him.

"No…" Madara's hands came up to grasp his head as his Sharingan stared into space, trying to get rid of that haunting voice. "Shut up! That voice – it's just an illusion!" The flow of chakre around him was disrupted slightly and a shriek filled his ears, causing him to try covering them to block the horrific sound. "She's not real!"

"Foolish ningen." The deep voice flooding his conscious sent waves of pain through the supposedly all-powerful Uchiha, bringing him to his knees. "She is a part of all of us – did you truly think we would let her simply disappear from this world just because she was killed?"

Memories flashed across Madara's mind – images of himself or Hashirama, sometimes both, laying in a field, an innocent, beautiful woman by their side, and a miniaturized Kyuubi at their feet. The Uchiha closed his eyes, trying to push aside the poignant images. "Those days… They don't exist anymore!"

"Madara-kun…" Crystal blue eyes smiled at him as he opened his Sharingan. "Nii-sama says you shouldn't make yourself so vulnerable." The Uchiha groaned softly, knowing that her brother was behind her. "Kyuu-kun says that you're a baka."

"Oi!" Madara shot up into a sitting position, glaring at the laughing kitsune to the side of the blue-eyed girl. Deep laughter ringing around the clearing made him cringe. "Shodaime-sama."

Senju Hashirama smirked down at the Uchiha leader from behind his sister. "Uchiha-san." Though there was a peace between the Uchiha and the Senju clans, Madara and Hashirama still had a fierce rivalry between them. First that rivalry had been for the title of the Hokage, but now it was more for the attention of Hashirama's younger sister, Higurashi-Senju Kagome – though Kyuubi beat them both hands down.

Madara turned his attention back to the black-haired girl now playing with the Kyuubi-no-Youko a little ways away from them, his Sharingan softening slightly. She had been adopted into the Senju clan for her amazing abilities with a katana and bow, as well as her strange connection with the bijuu – even the terrifying Kyuubi acted like a kit in her presence. She fit in perfectly with the Senju with their power to subdue the bijuu.

"Watch your eyes, Uchiha." Madara scowled and turned his eyes back to the Hokage, whose narrowed eyes welcomed the glaring challenge. "Just because she's friendly with you doesn't mean I'm going to hand her to you."

Madara smirked, turning his head away arrogantly. "Hmph. I wouldn't wait for you to hand her to me – don't forget who I am, Hashirama – I would just take her." The Sharingan opened once more to watch the girl and her fox, ignoring the glare burning a hole through his head. "Be that as it may, she wouldn't be happy if I did, so I'm content for the time-being."

"Hn. You'll have a long wait, then." Hashirama turned his head away to watch his sister, his own eyes softening. "I'd sooner let her mate the Kyuubi than let her leave with you." Despite both men's high respect for each other, they hated each other with a passion. "You remember, don't you? How no one–"

"Is supposed to know of the Kyuubi's presence, yes, yes." Madara nearly rolled his eyes at the overprotective man, but he understood his reasoning perfectly – Kagome's safety would always come first, no matter who else was involved.

The Uchiha leader smiled softly at the girl, truly hoping she would forgive him because he was not going to let her brother remain Hokage.

Madara stood in the trees, watching dispassionately as a good piece of Konoha burned to the ground. It had taken a while, longer than he had hoped, but Kagome had finally opened back up to him after his battle with her brother at the Valley of the End. He and Kagome were both old now, though Kagome still looked as young as the day he met her.

At least, she had. The former Uchiha leader sighed, leaning back against his tree. She was gone now – dead. That was the reason for the Kyuubi's sudden rage. She was killed by Konoha. Some crazy, drunken chuunin had been raving about her being a 'demon,' and people actually started to believe him.

Madara's fists clenched as his Sharingan narrowed at the flames. This 'Onigumo' was given more credit than both the Sandaime and the Yondaime, who claimed that her appearance was because of a genjutsu like the Sannin Tsunade's. The Uchiha could only hope Kyuubi gave Onigumo the most gruesome death possible before being sealed away, just as he knew the Yondaime would ensure.

Kagome had actually contacted him, begging him to come get her since she wasn't safe in Konoha anymore. She would have just left herself, but… Madara let his head fall against the tree, blinking moisture from the Sharingan. Kagome had been with child – his child. Kyuubi knew this and travelled with him to find her. Now though, he was exacting his revenge.

A roar filled Madara's ears, and he smirked. When they found her body surrounded by a mob, Kyuubi had lost it, growing to the monstrous size he was now and destroying everything.

A final roar signaled the sealing of the Kyuubi, and Madara basked in the light of Konoha's flames. "All of Konoha will burn, if not today, then when I get the power to ensure that it does myself." Kagome would be avenged. Their child would be avenged. "Kagome…"

"No!" Madara shook his head violently, trying to push away the memories. "She's gone… She's dead!" Kagome's smile flashed through his mind again, accompanied by the shriek of the bijuus. Madara's Sharingan shifted to his Mangekyou, and he grimaced in pain. "This… was for her! This was all for her!"

"Fool." The deep voice shook his entire being. "If it weren't for you, Kagome would have returned to us and lived." The image of a silver-haired man with golden eyes standing beneath the Gobi-no-Hoko appeared in Madara's mind. "Don't think that we will give you our power willingly. She lived with you, carried your child, but she loved us first, therefore she is ours."

Madara didn't notice Sasuke and the Kyuubi jinchuuriki run into the chamber, stopping to stare at him in shock. "It's not my… It's not my fault! Konoha… Konoha killed her!"

Red chakre flooded around Naruto, and a tenor voice emerged from him, like the Kyuubi Madara used to know. "Because she stayed for you! Damn it, Madara, this is why I call you evil! You can't let anything go!"

The former Uchiha leader thrashed his head, praying that these past fifteen years were a bad dream. "Madara-kun, stop." The soft, gently voice wrapped around him, eliciting a shudder. "I'd don't want this, so please, stop hurting them."

Madara felt moisture collecting in his eyes but tried to shake it away. "Don't… Don't take away what I've… what I've been working for… for fifteen years… Don't… Kagome, please."

Ethereal arms wrapped around his shoulders comfortingly. "I'm happy as it is, Madara-kun, so please, stop hurting them." The Uchiha looked up to the statue, seeing the face of the would-be mother of his child. "Everything is alright now, Madara-kun – you can rest now."

The smile on her face never faltered as insubstantial fingers traced the markings on his mask. "Ka…gome…"

Sasuke didn't know what happened; one moment Madara was thrashing in pain, the next he was on the ground, unmoving. Naruto saw something completely different – otherworldly people standing around Madara, a beautiful but ordinary-looking woman with her arms around the Uchiha. At one point in the conversation, a red-haired man walked to the group from behind him, his tenor voice regretful. Cerulean eyes widened in shock. Those people were the bijuu, and they were killing Madara. After a bright flash of light, all of them were gone, and Madara was on the ground, unmoving.

AN: So... Uh... Alright, I'll just say this straight out. I haven't updated in forever, and probably will not update again for forever, either, but I have a perfectly good reason and I can sum it up in one word: school. On top the Hell that is my English homework, all my other homework, and my nonexistent social life, fanfiction isn't the most important thing right now. I apologize to everyone who is probably waiting behind the screens to beat me up with a steel bat (please don't) and I hope that you can accept the fact that I just can't write right now.

I'm still taking requests - they'll be information for once I get a break and can take some time to relax. Thank you all for reading, please don't kill me, and please review!