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[forlornwind]

“A hero can be anyone.” / obito

@twistedrevolution / The Dark Knight Rises (Sentence Starters)

How nice it would be if that were the truth. However, the world they lived in was not too gracious, not too kind.

Not too clear, either, on the distinction between heroes and winners. They were often one and the same.

       “Do you know what makes a hero?”

Madara states more than asks. In the eerie quiet of his new home in the Uchiha Compound, there was nothing else that accompanied them except for how sterile everything seemed to be. New, unused, yet cleaned often. It was as if no one and everyone lived here at the same time.

       “Heroes SAVE. You cannot save anyone if you do not win.        Therefore, only winners can be heroes.”

What good was anyone dead and cold and six feet under? What good was power and honour and valour if one could not save their closest kin in the most crucial hour?

               ( All practice goes to naught ; All things come to an end. )

[forlornwind]

“Sorry I keep letting you down.” / obito

@twistedrevolution / The Dark Knight Rises (Sentence Starters)

Back to a crumbling wall, Madara’s flak jacket was already long lost in the midst of the c r u s a d e of their enemy. A shriek of torn cloth sees him quickly applying rough ❛ bandages ❜ to his bleeding forearm — it had been caught by some sickle type weapon and the flesh of it was slashed open. He tries not to let the why surface.

      “Sensei!”

Kakashi joins him with a worried look, not knowing where to put his hands for all the concern and care bubbling inside him, because Madara was injured and bleeding badly. Then, followed by Rin’s whine.

      “Sensei! Please let me…!”

Madara stops her hands, halting the pale turquoise aura from reaching him.

      “We do not have time for this.”

It wasn’t meant to sound as biting as it did. But, he still makes time to turn to Obito, despite the rushed and charged atmosphere of it all. Madara remains calm and gentle to him, good hand cradling Obito’s neck, rubbing his boyish cheeks with a thumb.

      “Never think too much of any of this.”

They were still growing. It was unfortunate that they were put in such a circumstance.

He needs to do better and not be a heavy stone upon their STILL-YOUNG hearts.

Madara settles down his chakra, turns himself off from the electrifying waves of emotions rolling off his students. He charges the fire in his bones and exhales smoke and anger.

       “It will be over soon.”

It has to be. He’ll make damn sure of it and get all of them out of this in one piece.

[forlornwind]

“Forget everything you think you know about me.” / twistedrevolution

@twistedrevolution [ meme ]

It is true.

Madara does not know this Obito. The one he knew was supposed to have been crushed in that cave back then. Back all those years ago.

When Madara chose to die Minato’s place, all that was left on his mind : how do I apologise to my dear Obito? That was all he could think about.

And even that regret, fate did not let him have it.

It all seemed too late now.

Madara knew the Edo Tensei, all its nook and crannies and weaknesses. Once in his life, he had even known it better than its progenitor. But, if he was to stop Obito and stop this war, he must stay in Edo Tensei, so that Obito’s advantage over him would remain. Perhaps then there was a chance to turn the tables when the time was ripe. When he could figure out Obito’s weakness.

A silent prayer in his heart to Indra – Madara wished that the damaged caused by his dead hands wouldn’t be too catastrophic.

There was no answer.

[forlornwind]

“I don’t know the meaning of half those long words, and I don’t believe you do either! “ Obito huffs while crossing his arms. / twistedrevolution

@twistedrevolution [ meme ]

A man sits with three kids in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by the slow rising light of the autumn sun. Two were attentive, the girl holding her legs together in anticipation of the ending of the story. Of course, pastries in half open baskets were also a tempting sight waiting to be devoured.

The third one, however, had every bit of confusion etched in the creases of his brows like veins carved in young, green leaves. That boy was Uchiha Obito.

Madara-sensei closes the tome of a book and lays it aside his knee, then he slowly stretches forward and yanks Obito by the collar into his lap. Though his initial move was violent and quick, the arm locking Obito’s chest towards himself was gentle.

With a growl, he ruffles the boy’s hair messily.

      “Obito, huh!! I don’t think you have been listening!        Has the aroma of sweet cakes make you dense?        Maybe you should not be allowed a tea break        while we enjoy!”

Laughter and giggles fill the cool air, such that never was heard again in the distant future.

[forlornwind]

“Die young and save yourself. That's what they should've told us at the academy.” / twistedrevolution

@twistedrevolution [ meme ]

Glistening river, stunning in the high afternoon sun. But not so bright was the moods of four persons currently sulking at its banks.

Off to the side was Kakashi, holding his knee for he had been stabbed in the shin by an enemy’s kunai, and Rin was treating it. Her patience wearing thin.

On the rock sat Obito who, by the sound of those words, was incredibly volatile at the moment. Madara was silently unpacking the supplies bag, strategically away from them so that if any danger came from the forest, he would be the first line of defense.

A hard and trying mission that involved the deaths of innocents. It is not the first time and it will not be the last. Though the team had one of the best sensei the Leaf could offer --part of the three fastest shinobi of their generation-- even he could not see all ends. There must have been some kink in the machine, a flaw in his plans.

It made Obito’s gripe all the more scathing.

Madara did not give any reply. He couldn’t. What was he to say? Obviously, they still completed the mission, but he had failed their young hearts. So, he could only walk off quietly by himself into the forest that curtained the river running, with half a mind to collect some firewood so that they could nourish themselves for another day before they made their journey home.

It was Rin who spoke up after sensei had left.

      “Obito! Madara-sensei already tried his hardest.        How could you say such things within his earshot?”

She was frustrated at the losses, of course, the medical training steeped into her bones. At the same time, she felt bad for Madara.

      “Tsk. Actually, don’t even say anything out of his earshot.”

Tempers were frayed.

In the forest, Madara breathed heavily. The motion of picking up firewood did nothing to quell the thoughts and questions that arose in him, flipping and turning his strategies in his head.

Finally, he could not take it anymore. He found himself the nearest tree and put his back to it. Looking up to the sky, exhaling deeply and holding his chest -- logs of firewood dropping noisily onto the grassy floor.

It was too much. He felt too much.

[forlornwind]

[ enough ] your muse commanding mine to stop talking / for twistedrevolution

@twistedrevolution [ meme ]

Awoken to a plane of excruciating familiarity, yet dastardly foreign at the same time, it was not what Madara had in mind regarding peace.

No.

Peace was dying in the Kyubi attack in order to save his rival and former teammate. To save the Fourth Hokage was peace, was it not? Madara himself was without family, but Minato had a son. It was the obvious choice. Now, what happened to them? And what was happening with himself?

He had no heartbeat.

      “This is…”

This was Edo Tensei. He knew it. With every fibre of his deathless being, he knew it, for he breathed it once in a blue moon. Cursed be Tobirama. Madara knew he should’ve stopped him then. He wonders if the Senju was revived, too? It would have been ironic and a cruel joke.

It is soon that he feels another presence in this dark cave with him. It was a chakra so familiar, with the burning of an Uchiha, yet this burning was more akin to the bite of cold pneumonia. An Uchiha filled not with love, but with resentment.

It shouldn’t click in his mind, but it did. Madara could not believe it.

      “… Obito. To what end do you hope with this?        We grieved your death. Me, and Kakashi, and…

                                            Rin.                               ”

A command for him to be silent came at that forbidden name being spoken. But, Madara did not stop.

      “Is this your revenge against me? I am sorry.        I could not have chosen her, versus the village.”

Memories came back to Madara, and that was when he became quiet. Head dipped low, reflecting upon the day he relieved Kakashi’s burden. She ran towards the chidori. Madara felt her full intentions. She knew that he had no problems killing children who were a threat to Konohagakure.

And so it happened. Madara intercepted her path and put his hand through her heart. He had felt every bone broken, every muscle torn, and every sinew squashed. The crack of her rib cage sounded in his mind repeatedly until the day he perished in the Kyubi attack.

The last thing he heard Rin whisper before she died was:

                                    “ Sensei. Thank you. ”

[shadowkage]

‘ you don’t get to make that call. ’ ( twistedrevolution - obito )

@twistedrevolution

Sasuke remained silent. He stared, holding Obito’s gaze as if daring him to break the connection first. If this was a matter of authority, Sasuke would prove that he held some of his own. With or without support, Sasuke would do what he thought best. It was himself this concerned, not anyone else.

“So what? Are you saying you are going stop me?” 

[forlornwind]

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