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Uchiha Madara [Part 2]
Background History: Being born as the first son, and primary heir to all his father's fortunes, it was no wonder Madara was never a happy kid growing up. From birth, he was groomed to be the golden child. His father worked in the sales and manufacturing of various common goods, many things falling under one large cooperate umbrella. Because of this, the things Madara were taught were marketing strategies, ways to keep employees working harder so they didn't complain when budgets were cut to make more money... it was a shrewd, underhanded sort of business that he was taught.

And he put it into play as soon as his father packed up and moved to California. His company had expanded, and it was always known that if you wanted to become that millionaire, you needed to move to America. Though this was in the middle of those awkward teenage years. At fourteen, Madara had been home schooled his entire life, and the only real person he had to talk and play with was his younger brother. Madara's father made the choice to send his son to a private school, with dormitories and all, to ensure he got the best education the United States had to offer. Or at least, the most expensive.

Because Madara was obviously of a different ethnicity, he was teased when he first arrived. Jokes about how he was feminine, jokes about how his family owed rice fields, and of course, because of his accent all of the jokes about the way he pronounced certain things.

But they never got to Madara. He spent most of his time in his dorm room, writing letters to his brother telling him how awful American schools were, and requesting immediate assistance in breaking out. While the school monitored all of the mail that went in and out, they unfortunately had nobody to translate his Japanese, so his gossipy letters made it out without issue. He was the outcast, anyway.

The longer he stayed at this school, the more things he began to realize about how backwards it all was. Now at 16, he had the days counted on his planner until graduation. Until he was finally free of this place. Though he was still ridiculed for being feminine and often called gay for it, those same boys would then in turn take extra long showers together. Was it a comfort thing because they were lonely for home? Or was it just because sexuality was blossoming, and there were no girls in this school? Even more odd, was that most of them had girlfriends from the neighboring girl's school. The more Madara witnessed it, the more he wanted to test it.