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Grand Elder

A canon-divergent AU where Madara never left the Hidden Leaf

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He outlived almost everyone he ever knew during the Warring States Period and the early days of the village, and he survived the three shinobi wars that took them. 

In this timeframe, he never married, nor did he have children. The Uchiha elders pressured him as much as they could, but no one made Madara Uchiha do anything he didn’t want to. When it came time for him to retire, he simply passed down his mantle to a shinobi he deemed worthy of it and left things at that. Traditionalists called it unbecoming, but quite frankly, he stopped listening to people’s opinions of him long ago; he found life was too short to care about them. However, he couldn’t entirely retreat from Konoha’s bureaucracy. 

At some point, he was named Grand Elder as the oldest living person in the village as well as its founder alongside Hashirama Senju. This title dumped work on him not unlike that of a clan leader’s, but now he had to concern himself with everyone’s business, from delicate foreign relations to trivial squabbles between rival street vendors. It was, as Naras loved to say, a drag. 

What wasn’t a drag was his increased involvement in the education of young aspiring shinobi at the Academy. Who better to speak about the Warring States Period and Konoha’s history than the man who lived through it all? It also didn’t hurt his pride any to show off his ninjutsu and wow the students. It was like having kid brothers again, except instead of “Older Brother,” he was called “Great-Gramps.” (The bolder ones had the audacity to refer to him as “Fossil Uchiha,” which he took exception to.) He was particularly invested in the development of orphaned students, earning another reputation amongst the villagers to go with the many others. 

“Strays,” they were called, but Madara preferred to call them his unofficial grandchildren. He invited them into his home for meals, shelter, and company. Even if their time together was brief, he was always sure to let them know someone gave a damn about them. The system sure didn’t; so, that was where Madara picked up the slack.

When the Fourth Hokage and his wife died in the Kyuubi attack, they left behind a Naruto Uzumaki, whom no one was chomping at the bit to take guardianship of. (Madara supposed it was reasonable for the villagers to fear the monster sealed inside him, but give him a break!) As things stood, the boy was going to grow up like the many other orphans he’d encountered, but something in him just couldn’t let that happen. His advanced age didn’t make him ideal, but he convinced the council to put Naruto under his care, and from then on, Madara’s golden years really began. 

Hi i don't know if you take writing requests but if you do could you write a villain with mind reading powers?

I most definitely will take writing requests! Though, I won't write anything that makes me uncomfortable. Villains, though, I can do.

I will warn that this is gonna have some heavy topics, so here's your Content Warning: Affair outside wedlock, intense invasions of privacy, briefly implied transphobia, threats/execution of threats against a school/students

You wanted a villain, so here's a tragic villain with a backstory. Lemme know what you think🖤

(Like all my stories, this is not beta read/peer reviewed)

The Outlier

Max had known since he was a kid that he was special; stranger than other kids. For as long as he could remember, he was different; the outlier.

The first give away was the way his parents looked at him. Side eyes when they thought he wasn't looking. Whispers when they thought he couldn't hear. Smiles that didn't seem genuine, and only got faker as he got older.

The second tell was the looks he got from other kids. Girls weren't supposed to like the colour blue. Girls weren't supposed to like action figures and bugs. Good thing he's not a girl, then.

The third, and biggest thing, was that he could hear voices. They didn't usually talk to him directly, and were mostly whispers in the wind. When he told his parents, they told him it was cute to have imaginary friends. His parents were his parents, so they must've been right when they said he'd grown out of them.

But the voices didn't go away. They only got louder.

By the time he was ten years old, he could match the voices in his head to those of his classmates. The one always thinking about how cute Joshua is was Cindy's voice. The one constantly thinking about lunch and recess was Ethan.

All of the voices were so mundane and never really strayed from their normal thoughts. The bigger voices, though, the voices of adults, were interesting to listen to.

His teacher, Mrs. Kingston, only ever had three topics on her mind: Anticipation to get away from her students, her next lesson, or how cute Mr. Spring - who is not her husband - was.

Shame. Max liked this teacher. Oh, well.

As Max got older, the voices got louder, but he could still ignore them as though they were white noise. He'd even managed to figure out how to focus on one voice, making it louder while the rest faded out.

That's how he found out, in middle school, that the eighth grade chemistry teacher, Ms. Adam, was planning to blow the joint. Literally.

Her class had been working with some chemicals that, while mixed in small, were harmless, but were deadly in large amounts.

She, apparently, was on a downward spiral and no one knew anything. Well, almost no one. Max had known Ms. Adam was going through some stuff, but he'd always filtered her out. Not his circus, not his monkey.

Regardless, he needed to tell someone. If he didn't, then the whole school would be blown up by the end of tomorrow! As much as he hated school, he had grown attached to some of the people here. Besides, he quite liked living in spite of everyone he didn't think he deserved to. It was funny to watch them turn red.

Maybe that should've been the first red flag.

The second the bell rang, he was in the halls and quickly moving to the principal's office. He'd know what to do! He's an adult! He's the adult in charge of the rest of the adults, so they had to listen to him!

But adults don't believe children. Children don't know any better. Children don't know anything.

But Max did. Max knee everyone. Max knew people and their thoughts better than anyone else. And Max knew, for a fact, that the adults had failed him.

He managed to get thirty-two students out and to the far side of the field before the building went up in flames.

It was that event that ultimately brought him to where he now was.

He'd always been a smart kid, using other people's inner dialogues on top of his own knowledge to get things done. In a year, he amassed a following of other kids. Kids that had been failed by adults. Kids that shouldn't have had to grow up before their time. Kids who had only ever wanted to be kids.

Together, they grew. Together, they quietly took over the crime ring in the city. Together, the planned for expansion into the world. Now, together, they would take over the city. Then, together, they would work to take over the country.

If the adults were going to fail the children, then there was no need for them. The system was broken by adults who intended for their children to fix it, so the children were going to fix it. Adults had no place in the new system.

Max became The Outlier. The children he'd taken on as his own, despite being younger than a lot of them, became The Mavericks. Adults all over had become The Unwanted.

The Outlier would not allow The Mavericks to kill. He would rather have the blood haunting his nightmares for all eternity than to let even a drop stain the hands of a child. A group of older kids, however, disagreed. They named themselves Bohemians and they became his generals. They became the kill order. And The Mavericks never knew execution.

There were some who opposed the ordered death of The Unwanted, but they were few and far between. If they spoke too loudly, they became a part of the Court. They spoke in favor of adults, acting as their jury when brought before The Outlier and Bohemians. They never won a case.

Max had made it known, when he had taken over the city, that it was adults that had failed him - them - so it was adults that would pay.

Children were innocent, unable to do any wrong. They were to be protected from the people that would only continue to fail them.

But, quietly, in the privacy and secrecy of his room, Max dreaded the day he'd grow up. It's inevitable, he know, but he still fears that he'd become like them. He didn't want to be an adult because he didn't want to fail anyone.

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