Dramatic|Madara Uchiha|

Act 1, Scene 2

     Eliza stared at the man, he stared back. Only now did she actually notice the eerie striking resemblance he had to Kishimoto's Madara Uchiha. Even his clothing had the Uchiha crest embroidered neatly on the back. He was either Madara himself, or an extremely dedicated cosplayer. He examined her. To him, her fashion was quite foreign. She was wearing a dress seemingly backwards. If he truly was in a different world was this the normal fashion?

So...this isn't a dream?

これは夢ではありません?

私はかなり本物です

I am quite real.

Madara sighed. This wouldn't do. The translating device was inadequate and inaccurate. He needed to get answers, proper ones. He also found that this girl was of no threat to him. Now that he examined her more thoroughly it was clear to see she was an average civilian. Ha.

Eliza threw her phone down on the coffee table in front of her and placed her head in her hands as she struggled to try and comprehend what was happening. How could this possibly happen! Logically, this wasn't possible...

She figured she was schizophrenic. Yes, that's it. It must be. The stress was finally getting to her and she was cracking.

"I really need a therapist." Eliza chuckled darkly as Madara gave her a confused look. He had no clue what the hell she was saying and I'm all honesty, neither did she. She was talking to a fictional character.

Patch poked his head into the living room and took one glance at Madara and hissed. Turning to Eliza he gave her an almost warning expression. It was as though he was telling her,

"You stupid human. You just invited a serial murderer into our house out of all the stupid and retarded things I watch you do...A KILLER IS IN MY DOMAIN! Also, he's a man and your mother would so disappointed and ashamed..."

Eliza blinked, she was definitely imagining things. Patch was a cat and cats can't scold people. Madara was and is a fictional character. She was seeing things. Yes, that's it.

     Then how'd Patch see him? A voice spoke in the back of her head prompting her to double take and stared at him with wide eyes. How'd he type on google translate if he wasn't...?

     He stared at her expectantly and gestured to her phone. Shakily, Eliza opened up google translate and handed him her phone and walked away to her room, collapsing on her bed and screaming into her pillow.

     He just took my phone. She thought in disbelief, he physically touched and took my phone. It didn't drop on the ground...he actually held it!

     "If I'm not crazy, this certainly is..." Eliza groaned as she held out her hand and stared at it as though to confirm her eyesight. "Oh my gosh..." she realized.

     She just left a highly trained and dangerous ninja alone in her house with her beloved cat. She jumped out of bed and ran to the living room. Eliza wasn't really sure what to expect but she certainly wasn't expecting to find Madara sitting down on her couch with a stack of Japanese to English dictionaries on the coffee table. Reading.

     "I helped myself." He told her in almost flawless English, ignoring her shocked gaping and disbelieving blubbers. The only noticeable thing being his heavy Japanese accent. "Your language is peculiar."

     Eliza swallowed, "How did...?"

     Madara activated his sharingan, "My eyes. They are called the—!"