6)
Age 19
After years of careful planning and calculations, sometimes Madara liked to have the opportunity to unwind and just enjoy his surroundings. His current favorite happened to be that of Itachi Uchiha and making him squirm. It was a rare sight and Madara was only human after all.
He called Itachi to his private quarters, stating he had something he wished to give to him. Itachi obediently followed him, never once questioning the elder. Madara rummaged through his desk as Itachi quietly waited, dark eyes blank as always. When he found what he was looking for, Madara motioned to Itachi who blinked, not daring to move.
Madara chuckled suddenly, casting a long stare towards his prodigy who stared back, face devoid of emotion.
"Come here, child." The elder sighed with a wave of his hand. Reluctantly, Itachi stepped forward and Madara held out his hand to the younger.
"For you." Madara's voice was light and teasing. Like a cat who had managed to corner the mouse. He set the object into Itachi's palm, watching at the younger frowned at it. The Uchiha turned the jar in his hand, before lifting his eyes and fixing Madara with an inquisitive stare.
"I don't understand."
"For your eyes, my dear child." Madara explained lightly and realization slowly dawned on the long haired young man. His fingers curved over the jar's smooth surface and he offered Madara a low bow.
"Thank you." Itachi's voice was clinical and it irked Madara that he had been unable to get a rise out of the other. Handing any sane person the future jar that will house their eyes would bother them immensely, yet Itachi was unyielding as ever. Madara waved his hand at the boy in dismissive annoyance.
"You may go now." He muttered, looking down at his files.
Madara equals Tobi in my writing. Not Obito.