…in a strange dimension where Madara prevailed in his twisted endeavors and more.
Disclaimer: I suppose since these are required, I must say, "I do not own anything of this fic but the idea!"
xv — spectre
"You couldn't just let me be in peace," nagged Kagome petulantly, surveying the endless sea of human skulls and crimson that extended far into the desolate horizon.
"Would it satisfy you to have Izuna here with us as well?" Madara offered in a pleasant manner, his chin tilted upwards to his resurrected wife.
She sat perched on the armrest of his throne—a pretentious throne wrought out of the bones and flesh of all those whom he had conquered.
A thoughtful expression crossed her face, and the lines of agitation melded back into smooth, (now) ageless skin.
"That… would be nice," she concurred in a softer tone, a finger on her bottom lip.
The corner of Madara's mouth twitched, though whether it did out of delight or jealousy—
—was a mystery.
Jealousy contains more of self-love than of love.
—Francois de La Rochefoucauld
Author's Note: This could very much be seen as a remote add-on to My Courageous Shinobi: So Hide Your Eyes.