Madara woke up from a rather pleasant drug-induced nap to find a massive basket of vegetables walking into his room followed by a silver haired young man in his early twenties who bore enough of a resemblance to Senju Tobirama that he was already itching to strangle him.
It was a little known fact, but this had been the year that truly cemented Naruto's dislike of vegetables. While shopkeepers didn't sell Naruto their top-quality goods, they weren't dumb enough to sell him things that were outright spoiled after what happened to the first guy who did so. Usually, Naruto ended up getting things that were approaching the end of their shelf life. Because of this, Naruto didn't really have any feelings about vegetables one way or another, other than to occasionally complain that they didn't last long enough.
For Naruto's seventh birthday, the Hokage had arranged for several rooftop planter boxes to be built and gave Naruto a large number of seeds. Thanks to Naruto's careful tending over the Spring and early Summer months, Naruto had ended up with an overabundance of everything from carrots to pumpkins that he wasn't allowed to let "Go to waste". With nobody to give the spare vegetables to, you can easily imagine what happened, especially considering the boy's piss-poor cooking skills.
As a result, Naruto ended up hating vegetables, and avoided the rooftop planters completely until his apartment building was destroyed by Pein.
At least that's how it went in one timeline...
In this one however Naruto had someone to visit, and while he was visiting him, the Uchiha police officer returned, looking rather put upon for having to do so. This time, instead of being alone, he arrived with a slightly irate looking partner in tow.
"Mr. Nakamura, sorry to bother you again, but can you tell me where...Hey, zucchini! Mr. Nakamura, you don't mind do you?" The officer said, his boredom turning to excitement upon spotting Madara's walking gift basket which he promptly started to raid.
"Go ahead." Madara ground out through gritted teeth. The painkillers he was on prevented him from working himself into a properly murderous rage, and the pain the painkillers were keeping him from feeling too much kept him from getting up and going over there to teach the whelp a lesson in manners. The most he could manage at the moment was a severe, but somewhat disinterested anger, as he grit his teeth and clutched the sheets of his hospital bed in a manner that suggested that he'd rather have his hands wrapped around the throat of the bastard that was currently annoying him.
Personally, he didn't know or care about the ninja who was bringing him presents, but that was his gift basket dammit, and that little upstart had no right to go rifling through it taking whatever the hell he wanted. If he weren't lying here recovering from what that...wait, that didn't happen, he'd gotten clumsy and fell down some stairs. He'd probably been drunk at the time, since he would never be so clumsy otherwise. He couldn't wait until it was time to get his revenge on those bastards he'd once called family. The jerk who was now munching on a tomato he had taken out his gift basket would be the first to go.
"Where'd you get the vegetables pipsqueak?" the Uchiha officer asked the person who was bringing him the basket.
"I grew them." a very young, and bone-chillingly familiar voice replied.
"These are better than the ones down at the market. I am so going to make you my personal gardener when we take..." the Uchiha officer said.
His partner smacked him on the back of the head before he could finish his statement.
"...Take care of this stairs business. Right, this stairs business. Nasty business that." the Uchiha said, quickly correcting himself.
As soon as the Uchiha had finished denuding the gift basket because he was forced to get back to business to cover his little slip, the vegetable filled basket that was significantly lighter made its way to Madara's bedside.
"I brought you something, because that's what Hokage-jiji said friends do for friends when they're sick." the blond jinchuriki who had previously been hidden by the massive basket he'd been carrying said as he set the basket down on the bedside table, knocking the pitcher of water that had been resting there over onto Madara.
Kakashi's eyebrows rose as he watched the old ninja's heart monitor go absolutely nuts. He'd noticed the spike in heart rate when Naruto spoke earlier as well. Put that together with the "Stairs business" the Uchiha were investigating, and he had a bunch of questions he needed to ask Naruto later.
A pretty young nurse raced into the room shortly after Madara's heart rate shot to a dangerously high level.
"We so didn't rush in three shinobi medics to fix that collapsed lung of yours for you to die of a heart attack." the nurse said as she adjusted Madara's IV drip before turning to the room's other occupants.
"Out! All of you!" she yelled sharply, making several curt shooing motions.
By the time they left, Madara was once again unconscious.
That night, Naruto had somehow slept through the almighty row that had awakened a number of his neighbors in the surrounding area. When Naruto awoke the next morning, there was an envelope full of cash on his windowsill and his garden was practically empty, except for a chalk outline and a bit of crime scene tape that had been the result of a fight over the last of the lettuce. The cash had been there because Kakashi had taken up the impromptu role of "greengrocer" when the Uchiha had descended upon Naruto's little vegetable garden like a swarm of human sized locusts.