So I'll admit, this is less of a new story and more of a new version of an older story. The Sage Of Hope got fucked over by canon to an extreme degree and I decided to do it again but this will not be a clone of that story. In fact this story will be incredibly different to the point that it might as well not have anything to do with the original, even the MC is going to be different, the first is simply an inspiration for this one. Now without further delay, let's do this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Rwby or any of their characters. No profit of any kind is made from this story, this is purely for entertainment. All credit goes to the rightful owners.

This wasn't how it was suppose to happen, those were Madara's thoughts as he stared down at the massive tree that covered the land. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of pods hung from the limbs that spread across thousands of miles.

It had been over four hundred years since the war, four hundred years since he was resurrected and achieved his ultimate plan of trapping the world in genjutsu. In that time the entire population of the world had fallen to his genjutsu and gave themselves to the tree which itself grew more and more vast with the decades.

In the beginning everything was as he'd hoped, people were happy in there own personal paradises. Lives without war, sickness, hatred or fear. The perfect existence, then after two hundred years it happened. The first among them perished. Their souls withered and finally died, their life energy was taken into the tree itself. Within months another had passed, over the next two centuries all but a few hundred had faded. This shouldn't have been possible, those connected to the tree should have been in a form of stasis for the rest of eternity, completely unaffected by the passage of time.

He'd tried everything, even going so far as to summon the shinigami to demand answers, after absorbing the ten tails along with all the ambient chakra of the world leaving only the chakra of the tree he was more than powerful enough to bend even the deities of this world to his whim. According the the god of death, the souls of mortals were extremely resilient like stone, though just as water can slowly erode the stone so to did the soul erode and give in to the passage of time.

"A failure." Madara spoke to himself as he stared down at the dying world below, he floated with his black orbs behind him. His white cloak and hair flowed in the wind. His godly eyes could see the life energy of every living thing connected to the tree, the third eye on his forehead remained closed and hidden behind his hair. "I did this to end death and pain, now I've only lead to the inevitable extinction of humanity."

"It's not to late." A voice spoke up behind him.

"Hagoromo." Madara didn't bother looking to the old sage.

Over the past four centuries the man had appeared to him numerous times and they'd spoken in length, Madara had long since learned everything. He knew of Indra and the cycle of reincarnation he was a part of, something he put an end to soon after learning of it. The man had never scolded or berated him for his actions and choices, instead he accepted them though he made it clear he didn't agree.

"Just as you've said, this path will only lead to extinction, but they can rebuild. Return to what they once were." Hagoromo said as he also stared down at the tree.

"Return to what they once were, that would hardly be better than this." Madara said grimly, the pair remained silent for a long time. "And yet... You're right."

For the first time in over a thousand years Hagoromo took on a truly shocked look. He looked to the reincarnation of his eldest son. What shocked him even further were the tears rolling down the mans face.

"Everything... everything was a failure. Even with these eyes, it took me this long to see it." Madara spoke calmly though held clear pain in his voice. Lifting his hands together he only hesitated for a moment before forming the hand sign, focusing his chakra he quickly felt the tree releasing all it held.

The pair watched at those who'd been held in stasis for so long finally began waking up. "What will you do?"

Madara shook his head. "What can I do?"

"They will need a leader, you can right this mistake. Guide them to a better future." The old sage told him.

Madara was quiet. "No, I've done enough to this world." Lowering himself to the tree below he placed his hands on it and closed his eyes. After several minutes he reopened them and the tree the stretched across continents was gone, only a mass of chakra the size of a mountain remained. "Chakra has only ever caused pain for humanity. I will take it and leave." He explained before he began absorbing the chakra.

Hagoromo watch as his already nigh infinite levels of chakra further grew until it absolutely dwarfed anything his mother ever held. "Where will you go?"

Madara held up a hand and a large black portal appeared. "As far as my power can take me." After a moment Madara looked to the old man one last time. "Farewell... father."

Remnant

The brother gods had experienced much in their eternal lives. Love, hate, envy and sorrow. One thing neither had ever felt however was what they were now feeling, complete and unpolluted fear. It had appeared so suddenly, the pair had been conversing as they so often did when they both felt the fabric of their world be torn open. It only last a moment before it reclosed, but then came the weight.

It felt as if the weight of the worlds oceans came pouring down onto their shoulders. The pair had come to blows several times before and were perfectly aware of their own powers, this however was on a level beyond even their reach. In an instant the pair disappeared and reappeared high in the upper atmosphere thousands of miles away, both taking on their respective dragon forms. "The gods of this world I assume?" It spoke.

It took the form of a man with pure white skin and hair, it wore black and white robes. In it's hand was a staff that resembled a shepherds crook and floating behind it were nine pitch black orbs. What the two gods couldn't look away from however were it's eye, all three of them. The first two were purple in color with an odd ripple pattern while the third in the center of it's forehead was a crimson red color with a similar ripple pattern as well as tomoe along the ripples.

"Be at ease, I have no wish to do you harm." It said earning a hiss from the god of darkness.

"Why you-" He was interrupted by the god of light.

"Brother!" He roared knowing how his prideful brother hated being spoken down to. In any other situation he'd likely allow him to do as he wish and clean up afterwards, that wasn't an option with a being of this ones kind of power. "You are correct, we are the creators of this world. The brother gods of light and dark. Who and what are you?" The elder brother moved in a bit closer.

"What do you want with our world?" The younger demanded.

The being was quiet for a few moments. "I am Madara Uchiha, the destroyer of my former home." The god of light noted that this didn't come off as a boast and instead sounded sorrow filled.

"Are you a god?" The elder asked.

"To many, yes. But no, I was born a man." It shook it's head.

"Impossible!" The younger roared. "No mere mortal could achieve the kind of power you hold."

The being shifted it's gaze to the dark dragon with a glare that forced it to back down in a way the god of light had never witnessed. "Such beliefs were the down fall of many gods, keep that in mind... little dragon." The rage from the younger brother was palpable at it's words. "Came to this world as a migrant, as I said I brought about the death of my former home."

"And you wish to repeat that here?" The elder asked spreading it's wings a bit ready to move.

"No." It answered immediately. "I came here simply to live, I have no desire to be involved in any affairs what so ever of this world."

"And if we do not consent to your presence?" The elder asked.

"This is not a request. You may try to remove me by force, but I'm sure you both already know how that would go." It responded leaving the three in silence. "As I said before, I have absolutely no desire to take part in any of your affairs nor those of this world. The inhabitants will not even be aware of me unless you make them aware."

"Do you swear to remain in solitude?" The elder asked.

"I do." It responded.

"Very well, Madara Uchiha." Without another word both gods disappeared likely to have a long conversation about this.

Fifty years later

Madara sat floating several feet off of the stone ground, his eyes were closed as he sat in deep meditation. Surrounding him was a large temple made from stone, it had been a trivial matter to build it with a few simple jutsu. The large island it was located on and the vast thick jungle that surrounded it were equally as simple, even before his original death such feats were childs play. The island itself had a radius of around six miles with a small mountain overlooking the island on the northern part of the island.

Off the northern shore a budding coral reef had begun to grow, the jungle was over flowing with life and beauty.

His island was located several hundred miles away from any other landmass and had several further measures taken to ensure his solitude was never disturbed. The extremely thick genjutsu laced fog that covered the ocean a mile in all directions prevented any vessels that may approach, as unlikely as that was. Within the jungle were a dozen large wooden bird statues, with his Creation Of All Things it had been simple to breath life into them. They would activate and attack any intruders that came by air.

Only two beings aside from himself had ever set foot in his temple and they were the brother gods. In the past five decades they'd visited several times, he was always civil but he found himself disliking the pair quiet strongly. They clear held themselves as the pinnacle of all beings and saw mortals as nothing but creations to be done with as they wish, even the Elder of the pair who always tried to display himself as the height of morality was no different from his younger brother. He only prettied up his actions and opinions with nice words. Madara made sure they were aware of their place while they were on his island and forgot they weren't his betters.

Still he kept his promise and hadn't left his island in fifty years. He spent a great deal of his time doing as he was now, meditating on his sins and failures. Sometimes he'd stay this way for weeks to months at a time. Time lost a lot of it's meaning after he became immortal, he no longer required food or water to survive, his chakra was more than enough to keep him alive. He still ate and drank of course, mainly fruit and fish from the island and the water surrounding it, it was simply for pleasure rather than need.

He'd taken time to make his self constructed prison as comfortable as desired. The island was a sanctuary for wild life, one of the few things he'd asked the brothers for had been several specimens that could thrive in the environment, he found watching the simple creatures going about their equally simple lives to be relaxing. A howler monkey never worried about their possible affect on the world with just their presence, an ocelot couldn't even comprehend the concept of the power to create and destroy at will. They instead thought of eating, mating and surviving, nothing more. He truly did envy such creatures.

He remained undisturbed in his meditation, his senses greatly enhanced through the use of natural energy. He could feel every animal on the island, every fish in the water, should he wish it he could count the leaves on every tree on the island. He'd been in this state for three weeks, his mind completely still as he thought only of the movement of the wind across his home.

Then in a moment his eyes shot open as he felt it, a massive wave of dark energy passed over his island and struck him to the ground. It was an incredibly powerful attack the would've completely obliterated anyone else, Madara however simply growled in discomfort as he lifted himself back up from the ground. "That bastard." He hissed as he raised his hand creating an orb of chakra equal in strength to what he'd just been hit by, his intention to hit the god with an equally painful attack in response to this little joke of his. After all he would know this level of attack would have no chance of truly harming Madara.

Spreading his senses out further to find where the dark god was at the moment his stomach dropped along with his jaw, the chakra in his hand fading. "They wouldn't." He whispered before gripping his hand tightly, his eyes widening as he continued searching. No matter how hard he looked however it all ended the same, the entirety of the human race had just been erased. "THOSE FOOLS!" He roared as for the first time in centuries his chakra exploded to it's maximum level.

The Realm Between

A portal was violently ripped in the fabric of the realm as Madara burst into existence, his eyes glowing with rage and power. "GET OUT HERE NOW!" He screamed loud enough to shaking reality. Moments later both gods appeared before him in the draconic forms. Light was just about to speak when in an instant a massive azure colossus of chakra that dwarfed even the gods appeared and grabbed the pair by their heads and slammed them together with enough force to send a tremor through the world.

Stomping the foot of his Susanoo, Madara ripped open another portal and threw the stunned brothers through. A moment later he followed through to a random plane of existence. "YOU DAMNED FOOLS!" His voice sent shock waves through the barren wasteland of the dimension they appeared in.

"Madara, wait." Light tried to speak only to be met with a chakra covered fist slamming into his face resulting in a massive explosion.

"BASTARD!" Dark roared before firing off a giant ball of dark energy into the Susanoo's back forcing him to stumble forward. Capitalizing on this the dark dragon jumped onto his back and attempted to bite down into the susanoo. The spectral armor only began to crack a bit under the force of the god before reaching over his shoulder and grabbing the gods neck and pulling him over his shoulder. Then with his other arm he grabbed the gods wings and began pulling with all his strength. Madara was just about to rip the wings off when another incredibly powerful blast, this one made of light, struck him point blank in his chest forcing him to let go.

The god of light stood in humanoid form with his arm extended, one of his once glorious horns broken in half. The Susanoo faded as Madara floated down to the ground, dark appearing in humanoid form next to his brother moments later. "How many?" Madara growled with rage dripping from his voice.

"What was done is tragic, but it was nes-" The elder brother was cut off.

"HOW MANY ARE DEAD!?" Madara demanded. "HOW MANY BILLIONS ARE GONE?!"

"They needed to be shown their place." Dark spoke clearly angry as well. "You have no right to this outrage Uchiha, you are guilty of the very same action I've taken." Dark spat.

"The death of my world was unintentional and I've forced myself into permanent exile over it, what you've done is nothing but arrogance fueled genocide." The hatred in the sages voice was almost visible as the world creaked in strain under the three deities great power.

"Arrogance? We were their creators, their destruction is our right as distasteful as it is." Light spoke again.

"Your right? I've heard enough." Madara began flipping through dozens if not hundreds of hand signs in a speed that was untraceable to even the pair of gods. "You will pay for your crimes and this jutsu, created from my only friends own jutsu will deliver your judgement. Sage art wood style, Shinsu Senju, True Million Hands!" What was quickly created before the gods was terrifying, a wooden statue of a being with more arms than even they could count with a size greater than even that of the moon soon loomed over them. "Do you fear me now Brother Gods?" Madara asked before bringing his hands together with a roar of effort, seconds later blue armor identical to the colossus they'd fought before spread across the statue turning it's once serene face into that of a raging demon. "DO YOU FEAR ME NOW!?" From each of the countless hands extended a blue spectral blade.

Sweat rolled down Madara's face as he combines his Susanoo with his version of Hashrama's ultimate jutsu, it resulted in a jutsu which required more chakra than any performed ever before in history. It didn't matter though, he had the require chakra and more. He was glad this world was barren and uninhabited by anything, he had no doubt this battle would be the end of it. "Now come Brother Gods, and face judgement."

Weeks Later

Just as Madara had suspected the planet their battle had taken place on did not survive the clash, where once existed a plane that may have held life in the far future was now a massive collection of debris. Madara floated among the debris, his truth seeking orbs floating all around him ready to defend.

It was true that he was stronger than the two gods individually, together however they just barely surpassed him, that however didn't keep him dominating the battle for most of it's duration. The pair were clearly very inexperienced in battle, likely because they'd spent most if not all of their existence being able to wave their hand and have their opposition disappear. They've almost certainly never had to fight against a being of greater power than themselves. Madara on the other hand had spent almost his whole life in battle and was more than use to facing superior foes, generally in the form on Hashirama.

"Madara! Enough of this, it's pointless!" Light shouted having long since dropped his stoic wisdom persona. "My brother and I are incapable of death just as you are! Humanity will rebuild, I've sent forth a champion to guide them down the proper path! I have know doubt when judgement comes they will be worthy!" He tried to reason.

"And if their not found worthy?" Madara asked, Light fell silent in response. "As I assumed. How long do they have?" Madara demanded, all his eyes focus on the elder brother while his Limbo clones were still engaged with the younger far away. The dark god was finding it very difficult to keep up with multiple enemies he couldn't see.

"That is for them to decide, once they gather our four relics we will be summoned back to pass our judgement." Light responded.

"And who are you to judge them? You who can't even understand your own brother, who can't even control what you've created? What gives you any right?" Madara demanded clearly not happy with the gods words. Once more the god was silent as he searched within himself for an answer that may satisfy the sage. Madara however felt he was taking to long. "You are correct when you said this was pointless, this battle. So I will put an end to it."

Madara brought his hand together in a position similar to one praying, the elder brother immediately felt a shift in Madara's power. "BROTHER WE MUST LE-"

"Planetary Devastation." Madara spoke before throwing his arms out, before either brother could react chunks of the destroyed planet began flying towards and colliding into them. They were able to resist and destroy the debris momentarily before being overwhelmed. Madara watched as a pair of colossal spheres of both molten and frozen planetary debris continued forming rapidly. "When next we speak brother gods I will expect an answer, until then you will not be free to do as you please. You will remain imprisoned, unable to so much as move until you are summoned. And you will be alone." Reaching out Madara placed his palms on the planet sized prisons, a moment later an indescribably complex array of seals appeared across the entirety of either sphere.

Finally he opened a giant portal to another empty realm and push one of the orbs through, this way he could be sure the pair felt well and truly alone during their imprisonment.

Taking one final look at the prison that held the elder brother Madara closed his eyes and created a portal behind him. Passing through he soon found himself back in his temple on his island. He walked to isolation room, a small room at the lowest level of his temple. It was pitch black and completely sound proof. For the first time since he'd one the war centuries ago, he was tired. No, he was exhausted. He never thought it was possible but he'd managed to burn through almost the whole of his chakra reserves during that battle. In hindsight, fighting a pair of gods nonstop for several weeks all while using the most powerful jutsu's every created was likely to do that.

Madara laughed lightly as he sat down at the center of the small room. "It was a good dance, I'll give them that much." He spoke before letting go of consciousness and allowing himself to fall into a hibernation like state.

So as you can all see instead of Obito it's Madara and this is going off of the assumption that Madara won. And I'm not gonna lie, I've always thought that would have been the best possible ending to the series, the bad guy wins. Also I took the old troupe of weakening the MC and reversed it, Madara is now beyond even the gods. Leave me a review and tell me what you all think. LATER.