Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Akatsuki Chronicles: Childhoods ❯ Childhood of Madara ( Chapter 10 )

Akatsuki childhoods; Childhood of Madara

 

Warnings: Naruto Manga spoilers chapter 364 and further; Zelda Game Spoilers.

 

Summary: Zelda-complex, Madara-centered. The reason why Madara choose to walk around with an orange swirled mask.

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto and all Zelda games. All credit go to Kishimoto, Shigeru Miyamoto and Nintendo.

Thanks: To my wonderful beta-er, Susan.

 

Endnotes1: I will not elaborate Orochimaru's past. He left Akatsuki, and I couldn't think of a fitting childhood for him.. I hope you all do not mind.

 

Endnotes2: I want to thank everybody who reviewed this story. I loved them all: every one of them! You guys were the drive to actually continue writing more childhoods, so THANK YOU!

 

 

When Madara was eight, he was sure he was a really awesome person. Everyone surely looked up to him.

 

Because he owned a Nintendo, a Famicon-only Disk System, Super NES, Gameboy Color, Nintendo 64, Gamecube, PlaystationII, Nintendo DS, Wii, and a computer with Windows Vista.

 

And this meant he was ten times as awesome as his schoolmates, for they weren't filthy rich, and they didn't own any electronic devices.

 

His schoolmates were such weirdoes. Their whole universe was centered around being a ninja, and protecting the village.

 

But Madara knew better.

 

Life existed for bringing peace in the world.

 

And in order to do that, you always had to beat at least 3 main bosses, get a second upgrade sword if possible, and beat Ganondorf.

 

Yes. Madara was a true Zelda-fan.

 

He owned `the Legend of Zelda', `The Adventure of Link', `A Link to the past', `Links Awakening', `Ocarina of Time', `Majora's Mask', “Ocarina of Seasons', `Ocarina of Ages', `Four Swords', `The Wind Waker', `Four Swords Adventures', `The Minish Cap', `Twilight Princes' and `Phantom Hourglass'.

 

And Madara was very proud to say he knew all games by heart.

 

He knew all kinds of trivial things about his games, like where you had to go for the twelve pictures in `Zelda; Link's Awakening', and how to get the Cabana deed in `Zelda the Wind Waker'.

 

But Madara's favorite game was `Zelda: Majora's mask'.

 

It was such an awesome and cool game! The concept was brilliant: put on a mask, and gain a special ability.

 

There wasn't that annoying Zelda who you had to save. No: instead, you just had to prevent the moon from falling on the earth.

 

It was a brilliant game, and thus Madara played the game again and again and again.

 

He loved doing the wedding-mask side-quest. He loved taking pictures of the lonely dancer on the big rock, and he loved to swim as Zora!Link.

 

Yet Madara's obsession started getting out of hand when he decided he wanted to be like Link as well.

 

From paper-mâché Madara made his own mask. It cost him four hours and three weeks of allowance. Because his father didn't give him a lot of pocket money, Madara was only able to buy a small bucket of orange paint in the sale.

 

His mask was oval: Fan-shaped, just like the Uchiha emblem. Without the stick though.

His mask was orange: The girl behind the counter of the store said `Orange is really a good color for you', and she was Okay, so the mask was orange.

His mask was swirled: His little brother liked swirled lollipops, and swirled ice creams.

His mask contained only one eyehole: Madara's family had always had a very one-sided view on life.

 

Madara's mask represented everything of himself, and therefore, it became a part of him.

 

When he got up, he put on his mask. His mother hoped it was just a phase.

When he went to the Ninja Academy, his mask was tightly secured. His father pretended they weren't related.

When he was home again and played Zelda-games until dinnertime, he never put off his mask. His little brother loved it.

 

Madara got completely lost in his own game.

 

One time he defeated the third boss of `Zelda: Major's Mask' without dying even once. Madara had yelled and screamed and sprinted down the entire Uchiha complex in utter joy, wearing his orange mask all the time.

 

All the stares and disapproved looks he received were completely ignored.

 

Because Madara knew better. Madara knew that he was awesome, and that his mask was awesome as well, because Madara's mask surely had the strongest and coolest ability, which topped all the masks in the game:

 

The ability to be good.

 

Madara had always been a real problem child. He never listened, and he always got involved with fights. He put chewing gum in his schoolmates' hair, and he failed the Ninja exams more than four times because he refused to work on his techniques.

 

Yet when Madara wore his mask, he was a true Hero. He helped old ladies cross the street, and he tried helping the police catch thieves (though the police never looked happy whenever Madara offered his help). He always spoke with two words, and never cursed.

 

When wearing the mask, Madara was a Good Boy.

 

And because he parents always seemed to whisper to each other that they didn't like their oldest son, and that they wished he would just be `good' for once, Madara was very sure that his mask was a brilliant thing.

 

One time his father tried to punish him because `this is getting out of hand'. Madara was wearing his mask at that time, and he politely answered `You might be right. The rumor goes that Malon's cows have been kidnapped by aliens. I wish I already had my bombs..'

 

Time went on.

 

Madara never got rid of the mask.

 

He wore the mask when he finally completed the ninja academy. He politely thanked his teacher for everything he had done.

 

He wore the mask when his brother told him he would offer his eyes to restore Madara's sight. Madara uncharacteristically cried really hard from behind the mask, and said he loved his little brother a lot.

 

And when Madara created Konoha together with Hashirama, he was wearing his mask the entire time. Duh. An aggressive and rude young man cannot build a country: a Good Boy could.

 

Yet Hashirama wasn't okay with this. He asked Madara repeatedly to get rid of the silly mask, because one could not reign over the new country while looking like a clown.

 

“But I aint a clown. I am a Good Boy!”

 

“Then take off the mask, Madara. You look stupid.”

 

Naturally, Madara took off his mask. He gently put his precious mask on the ground, before he faced his friend again.

 

Then Madara tried to kill his friend.

 

Because Madara wasn't wearing his Good-Boy mask, he wasn't nice and decent anymore. He hit, bit, scratched, and spit. He cursed, yelled and screamed.

 

He tried to strangle his friend, but that didn't really work. All those years of being spoiled had made Madara rather lazy, and thus he lost.

 

“I never want to see you and your mask again.” Hashirama said, before he left.

 

Madara stayed behind, and he cursed himself. Why didn't he go to a local Witch before this Boss Battle? A potion usually cost 150 rupees, but Madara was a pro in stealing from shops.

 

“I could.. Use a fairy right now.” Madara mumbled, before he got up, and grabbed his mask.

 

He thought about it for a moment. Put it on or not?

 

Madara pondered. Hyrule was probably still far away. He'd need a vehicle. And he'd need a weapon for all the enemies he'd face along the way.

 

And he should get some Grandmother's soup. Hers was the best, and all his hearts would be filled after eating half a portion of it.

 

“I.. Should keep my eyes open. Don't want to miss hidden traps.. And I should get a flute too. Who knows if I ever need the Song of Storms..”

 

Madara put away the mask in his bag.

 

He started walking.

 

Away from Konoha.

 

Towards his future.

 

“To Hyrule. They'll accept me.”

“But.. Madara-sama, why would you need a disguise?” Pein mumbled confused. Konan just stared at the two.

 

“Because I want to observe my subordinates. And people know my face. It's better this way.” Pein eyed the older man for a moment, before nodding slowly.

 

“Madara-sama, do you need help with your disguise?” Konan decided to speak up.

 

“Oh, no. In fact, I have just the thing.”

 

An orange mask was put on.

 

“HI! I'm Tobi. And I'm a Good Boy,” Madara said in a slightly higher voice, and he swore he could already feel the Mask's ability flowing into him.

 

“.. That's brilliant, Madara-sama! You are such a lolit-.. I mean, nobody will recognize you!”

 

“Of course no-one will recognize me. People already hardly recognize you when you simply wear the Bunny hat!”

 

“I err.. yeah..”

 

“I will be going now. I have business to attend to.” Madara decided to end the conversation there.

 

So Madara left the room, leaving Konan and Pein behind. He ignored the stares he got from his new subordinates when he walked through his new lair towards his new room.

 

He was used to getting disapproving stares when wearing his orange mask.

 

Because Madara might have lost his family. He might have lost his home. He might have lost the town he wanted to bring peace to. He might have lost the most important Boss Battle in his live when he faced Hashirama.

 

Madara might have had parents who never liked him. Madara might have had a brother who meant more to him than he'd ever let on.

 

Madara might have been lonely when he unsuccessfully tried to find Hyrule for years and years. Madara might have cried a little bit when he didn't even find a horse. Madara might have screamed in frustration when he dived in the murky waters of some stream for hours, without finding Zora's Flippers.

 

But Madara was still an optimist.

 

Because he still owned that awesome orange mask.

End Story