The Windows to the Soul (Madara Uchiha x Fairy Tail)

Prologue: Madara The Destroyer

-X784, Onibas-

The sound of a train squeaking to a stop filled the bustling Onibas train station, the last stop before one would reach Clover. The lurching of the train as its came to a stop woke up several of its sleeping passengers, one of which was garbed in plated red armor. This passenger slowly opened his onyx eyes and took his head off of his fist, as it had been resting on it.

Carefully he rose from his seat, trying his best to not pull on his long black hair that went down to just passed the small of his back. His gloved hand instinctively reached out to the empty seat beside him finding the handle of his weapon, a giant fan.

This man's visit to Onibas is not a leisurely one. In his travels, he heard about a dark guild called Eisenwall. This dark guild was attempting to use a demon flute, called Luliby, to kill a mass amount of people and that was something that he wouldn't allow. This man is Madara Uchiha, the famous Dark Guild hunter.

"Such a noisy place." The Uchiha muttered to himself as he walked off the train, his battle fan now on his back. A quick glance at one of the many clocks in the Onibas station gave a time of nine a.m. "Hm. Even dark guilds don't get up this early. Well then, where to wait?" Lucky for Madara, as he stepped outside he saw that there was an outdoor cafe just across from the station....and they sold tea.

Sitting down at one of the cafe's many tables, Madara kept his eye on the station as he ordered his tea. His massive fan leaning against the table he sat at deterred anyone but the employees from come near him. One of these many waitresses walked by and the Uchiha stopped her much to her dismay,"How can I help you sir?"

"Tell me, how long have you worked at this fine establishment?" The Shinobi asked her politely. The woman groaned nervously "Oh, uh....two years come this fall. Why?"

Madara leaned back under the shade of the umbrella that poked out from the center of his table and intertwined his fingers as his hands laid in his lap,"In the two years you have worked here, in your eyes, when does that train station get the busiest? Or for a better choice of words, the most crowded?"

"Hm....I never really paid much attention, but I'd say around two or three in the evening. Are you trying to avoid the crowd sir?" She asked him. "Quite the opposite actually. Thank you, and if possible could I get a refill on this wonderful tea? I have a feeling I'm going to be here a while."

"Of course sir, I'll be right back." She told him as his polite demeanor caused her nervousness to vanish. Taking his tea cup as she left. Madara looked up to the clock at the top of the station as she left, only nine thirty. With a sigh, the Uchiha crossed his legs and put his hands together on his lap as he leaned back in his seat.

His mind went over his current life style. It had been ten years since he arrived in this magic filled world and almost nine since he decided to hunt down dark guilds, but even after all these years Madara couldn't get his first three months here out of his mind as his eyes began to shut and he began to enjoy the heat from the sun while his mind ran rampant.

-X774, Northern Fiore-

Madara sat at an indoor cafe, much like his present self was sitting, drinking hot tea to warm himself from the cold exterior. He wore his old black robes instead of his armor though as he was in a small town where the only thing less common than buildings happen to be people. His thoughts were mostly concerning what he had deduced as fact over the past month.

One, he was in an entirely different world. Two, magic replaced chakra. Three, he was now twenty two and still had access to all his various jutsus, skills, and dojutsus, including his Rinnegan. Four, he still had Hashirama's normal and sage chakra flowing through him, though the face that was once present on his chest was long gone. Five, his old dream was dead and he was a Shinobi in a world with Wizards.