Aftermath (A Sequel to A Flash to the Future)

The Legacy of a Grandfather: Fate of the Damned

Madara was currently making his way back home after going into to town to buy groceries. For dinner, Arisa was going to prepare his favorite dish, Inarizushi. She was also preparing it with a side of rabbit stew. His falcon had captured a nice hunt and he had to get the herbs that she needed to properly season the meat. His mouth was already watering at the thought of his wife's cooking.

Madara was humming sweet little tune as he made his way down the path to his house. Along the way, he suddenly felt a burst of chakra coming from the direction of his house. Even though he had abandoned his career as a shinobi, he still kept most of his skills sharp, never knowing whether he may have needed them.

He began to quicken his pace towards his home. He hoped that nothing was wrong and that it was possibly his son training or something. His light pace became a jog as worry began to consume him. As he got closer, he smelled blood and he quickly became alarmed. Bursting into a sprint, Madara rushed through the wood, until his house came to view.

When he arrived at the scene, he was greeted by the sight of a bleeding Arisa and young Minato trying to hold off a couple of rogue shinobi. He had just turned 5 on the 25th of this month and had been studying his father's clan taijutsu, the Inceptor's. He saw his son be smacked to the ground by one of the shinobi. He growled at this.

Without hesitation, Madara disappeared in a burst of speed and stopped just in time to block a sword that would have killed his son. With his mangekyou sharingan activated, he glared menacingly at 4 shinobi in front of him. By the looks of it, they were merely chunin. The slash on their headbands indicated that they were nukenin from Ame, the Village Hidden in the Rain. Madara narrowed his eyes at them.

The Ame shinobi seemed to pale, seeing the sharingan glowing in all its power. One tired, brave soul spoke to the enraged Uchiha. "W-Who are you?" the leader of the group asked as he stuttered in fear. The shinobi knew all too well of the power of that kekkei genkai and its clan members. The Uchiha clan were well known in the shinobi world.

"I am Madara." he growled out. "Madara Uchiha."he said with authority and sovereignty. The wind blew the hair on his back, giving him an aura of power that intimidated even the most powerful of enemies.

After hearing that name, the Ame shinobi blanched and took a couple of steps back in fear and uneasiness at the man in front of them. Before them, was the legendary Madara Uchiha., former leader of the Uchiha Clan. Rumors had it that he was dead. Unfortunately for them, it was far from the truth. Without hesitation, Madara activated his Susanoo and quickly killed the Ame shinobi without remorse.

He looked back at his son, who was lying on the ground in exhaustion. He couldn't help the small smile that etched onto his face. He was proud of him. The boy was a high-genin level fighter himself, yet he was able to hold his own against high-chunnin shinobi. As much as he wanted to congratulate and praise his son, he had more urgent issues to attend to.

When he turned to his wife, he felt his heart sink to the ground. He expeditately approached his wife and appeared by her side. She was barely breathing and there were several sword piercing in her body, one piercing being near her womb, never allowing to have children again. Madara began to cry at the state of his wife.

He looked into his lover's eyes and his heart filled with remorse for not being there. For not being able to protect his home. For not being there to protect the one person that mattered the most in his world. The love of his life. The woman who carried his heart on her sleeve and the very reason his heart beats. His beloved wife.

Madara felt her hand, shakily caress his cheek, attempting to wipe a tear. "T-take care of our s-son..." Arisa said weakly, in between coughs. She gave her lover one last kiss and a sad smile, before she closed her eyes, never to open them again.