IchaIchaSage
Banned
Madara's favorite color is orange like naruto.
The affection for this color actually started when he was going blind due to the Mangekyou Sharingan. During that time, everything dimmed; thus, everything became dull. He soon grew to be fond of bright colors (Particularly the ones that were neon-colored) and found, to his surprise and delight, a favorite among them.
(It should be noted, that before he gained the Mangekyou Sharingan, Madara didn't actually have a favorite color. In fact, he didn't even care about color then, since it was something that was just there. Still, a lot of things get thrown into perspective when you start to lose the things you've taken for granted.)
Orange, he found, was his absolute favorite. The vibrancy of the color, the literal zest of it, brought a sense of comfort to him. Orange never failed to catch his attention and he was thankful for it.
His soft spot for this color was the actual reason why he joined Pein in the first place and was also the same reason why he hadn't killed Uzumaki Naruto immediately. It's also the reason why he wore the orange mask even though it literally screamed 'Kill me!' (Not that anyone would've been able to kill him even if he had worn a full bodysuit of that color. He was a ninja, and if you didn't die in the first ten years of your career, you were probably not going to die any time soon unless you did something incredibly stupid, or something incredibly heroic and noble. Madara planned to do neither of these.)
There's something dangerous about that color, something that screamed, "Look at me."
Madara looks, and he's not at all disappointed at what he sees (He had met the Kyuubi, fate and nature's incarnate, and its whole body was orange. He had also met a younger cousin by the name of Obito who-knows-who-was-however-times-removed who had worn orange goggles, although the boy had died doing what he believed in. And he had met Uzumaki Naruto, a man, who in his younger years, was known as the 'Orange Bombshell', both literally and figuratively.)
(Unbeknownst to anyone else except for the Kyuubi itself, it was also the reason why, out of all the Bijuu, Madara had chosen to take control of the Kyuubi.)
The Kyuubi had NOT been amused once it understood why Madara had chosen him out of all the others.
And despite being part of the Uchiha Clan, Uchiha Madara's inherent element had actually been wind, not fire.
It was because of this that he had used a battle fan as one of his main weapons besides his kusarigama during the times of the Clan Wars.
Of course, he was able to use the other elemental natured chakra; he was an Uchiha after all. But the element that he was born with, the element that he had an affinity for—it had been wind. Wind wasn't a substantial object like the other elements; it could never be grasped and so it could only be nothing. It was only a wisp, a ghost. It was everywhere and nowhere and it had traveled all the corners of the world— from the seas to the forests to the mountains to the deserts. The wind was a force to be reckoned with just like the other forces of nature, but only if it WANTED to be. It was always moving at its own pace, never stopping for anyone else.
(Madara thinks it's fitting because the wind describes him in a way nothing else ever could.)
People who knew him though, or had at least made an acquaintance, think it's ironic. After all, everything about him that they knew wasn't anything like wind nature. Fire nature suited him more, in their opinion.
(Senju Tobirama especially thought this since he had first seen Uchiha Madara's eyes, with and without the Sharingan.)
There's something about them that draws people in, whether they wanted to be or not. It was hypnotizing and enthralling, really, when Tobirama thinks about it. The Sharingan blazed when Madara activated it. It blazed and it roared and it would catch your attention no matter what you were doing at the time. And even without the Sharingan, Madara's eyes gleamed with a brilliant radiance of something akin to black fire. A whirlpool of black fire that would burn and continue to burn until there was nothing left to burn. It was dangerous to look into Madara's eyes for even one moment because once you looked, the eyes would swallow you whole, whether they were just the natural black eyes of the Uchiha or their infamous Doujutsu.
Senju Tobirama thinks Uchiha Madara's eyes are like the sun, a great big ball of fire, and cannot see how Madara's chakra affinity could ever be wind. Because although wind was a powerful chakra nature, it could never describe Madara in his opinion.
Wind would never be noticed unless it was a tornado or it was used with brute force and precision. But fire? Fire was always noticed. Even a match could catch someone's attention and Madara did that alone with just his eyes.
(Senju Hashirama also thought this, although he had a different reason as to why he thought so.)
It was the way Madara held himself and how he fought that made Hashirama believe Madara was fire reincarnated.
Madara held himself as though he had a purpose—that everything he did had a reason, even if it was one that didn't make any sense to anyone but himself. His poise, his stance—he wasn't like the wind that was just there. He was more like fire; fire which burned and smoldered because it could. Fire which burned for no other reason than the reason that it was just able to burn. And the way he fought—the way Madara fought was like a wildfire; it engulfed everything and anything and it never stopped until there was nothing else to burn and all that was left was ashes and smoke.
Madara was fire; with smoky eyes and hair as dark as coal. Madara could be wind; after all, he had both brute force AND precision in spades, but fire was what suited Madara more, in Hashirama's mind. Wind was gentle at its best, with its tender breezes and soft caresses while fire could only be seen from a distance in order to appreciate its worth. If one got too close to fire, it would lick at the skin and burn.
And how that fire burned.
The affection for this color actually started when he was going blind due to the Mangekyou Sharingan. During that time, everything dimmed; thus, everything became dull. He soon grew to be fond of bright colors (Particularly the ones that were neon-colored) and found, to his surprise and delight, a favorite among them.
(It should be noted, that before he gained the Mangekyou Sharingan, Madara didn't actually have a favorite color. In fact, he didn't even care about color then, since it was something that was just there. Still, a lot of things get thrown into perspective when you start to lose the things you've taken for granted.)
Orange, he found, was his absolute favorite. The vibrancy of the color, the literal zest of it, brought a sense of comfort to him. Orange never failed to catch his attention and he was thankful for it.
His soft spot for this color was the actual reason why he joined Pein in the first place and was also the same reason why he hadn't killed Uzumaki Naruto immediately. It's also the reason why he wore the orange mask even though it literally screamed 'Kill me!' (Not that anyone would've been able to kill him even if he had worn a full bodysuit of that color. He was a ninja, and if you didn't die in the first ten years of your career, you were probably not going to die any time soon unless you did something incredibly stupid, or something incredibly heroic and noble. Madara planned to do neither of these.)
There's something dangerous about that color, something that screamed, "Look at me."
Madara looks, and he's not at all disappointed at what he sees (He had met the Kyuubi, fate and nature's incarnate, and its whole body was orange. He had also met a younger cousin by the name of Obito who-knows-who-was-however-times-removed who had worn orange goggles, although the boy had died doing what he believed in. And he had met Uzumaki Naruto, a man, who in his younger years, was known as the 'Orange Bombshell', both literally and figuratively.)
(Unbeknownst to anyone else except for the Kyuubi itself, it was also the reason why, out of all the Bijuu, Madara had chosen to take control of the Kyuubi.)
The Kyuubi had NOT been amused once it understood why Madara had chosen him out of all the others.
And despite being part of the Uchiha Clan, Uchiha Madara's inherent element had actually been wind, not fire.
It was because of this that he had used a battle fan as one of his main weapons besides his kusarigama during the times of the Clan Wars.
Of course, he was able to use the other elemental natured chakra; he was an Uchiha after all. But the element that he was born with, the element that he had an affinity for—it had been wind. Wind wasn't a substantial object like the other elements; it could never be grasped and so it could only be nothing. It was only a wisp, a ghost. It was everywhere and nowhere and it had traveled all the corners of the world— from the seas to the forests to the mountains to the deserts. The wind was a force to be reckoned with just like the other forces of nature, but only if it WANTED to be. It was always moving at its own pace, never stopping for anyone else.
(Madara thinks it's fitting because the wind describes him in a way nothing else ever could.)
People who knew him though, or had at least made an acquaintance, think it's ironic. After all, everything about him that they knew wasn't anything like wind nature. Fire nature suited him more, in their opinion.
(Senju Tobirama especially thought this since he had first seen Uchiha Madara's eyes, with and without the Sharingan.)
There's something about them that draws people in, whether they wanted to be or not. It was hypnotizing and enthralling, really, when Tobirama thinks about it. The Sharingan blazed when Madara activated it. It blazed and it roared and it would catch your attention no matter what you were doing at the time. And even without the Sharingan, Madara's eyes gleamed with a brilliant radiance of something akin to black fire. A whirlpool of black fire that would burn and continue to burn until there was nothing left to burn. It was dangerous to look into Madara's eyes for even one moment because once you looked, the eyes would swallow you whole, whether they were just the natural black eyes of the Uchiha or their infamous Doujutsu.
Senju Tobirama thinks Uchiha Madara's eyes are like the sun, a great big ball of fire, and cannot see how Madara's chakra affinity could ever be wind. Because although wind was a powerful chakra nature, it could never describe Madara in his opinion.
Wind would never be noticed unless it was a tornado or it was used with brute force and precision. But fire? Fire was always noticed. Even a match could catch someone's attention and Madara did that alone with just his eyes.
(Senju Hashirama also thought this, although he had a different reason as to why he thought so.)
It was the way Madara held himself and how he fought that made Hashirama believe Madara was fire reincarnated.
Madara held himself as though he had a purpose—that everything he did had a reason, even if it was one that didn't make any sense to anyone but himself. His poise, his stance—he wasn't like the wind that was just there. He was more like fire; fire which burned and smoldered because it could. Fire which burned for no other reason than the reason that it was just able to burn. And the way he fought—the way Madara fought was like a wildfire; it engulfed everything and anything and it never stopped until there was nothing else to burn and all that was left was ashes and smoke.
Madara was fire; with smoky eyes and hair as dark as coal. Madara could be wind; after all, he had both brute force AND precision in spades, but fire was what suited Madara more, in Hashirama's mind. Wind was gentle at its best, with its tender breezes and soft caresses while fire could only be seen from a distance in order to appreciate its worth. If one got too close to fire, it would lick at the skin and burn.
And how that fire burned.
