It's a quite night. Madara walks home alone after he just finished his mission all day long. Then suddenly, he hears someone's crying. He looks back along the street, right and left. Then he looks there is a girl sitting hugging her knees in the behind of park bench. "Hey... What's wrong with you?" he said softly.

"It's nothing, Sir," she said without looking at him. Madara sits next to her, "Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying," she wipes her tears on her cheek. Madara still look at her. He knows that she is not okay, but she doesn't want to tell him. He sighs then look around. There is no one who's coming out tonight. So quite and cold night. "Do you like poetry?"

"Yeah..." she looks up the sky. "Yeah, I love it," she continued.

"Then it means you're sad now," he concluded. She shifted her gaze to him. She gasps, "M-Madara sama," she shocks because he is Madara. "I'm so sorry I don't know that is you," she bowed her head.

"No no, you don't have to," he smile sweetly. "Anyway, what's wrong with you, umm," he forgets her name, no, he doesn't forget, he doesn't know her name. "You don't need to know my name," she muses again. "I'm fine, Madara sama," she continued.

"As I know if somebody loves poetry, it means that one is grieving, sad, or wreak," he looks in the sky. That girl keeps quite. "You know what, pain... Pain makes us hurt, falling, and going down. Lose everything until we already dead. But then that pain resurrects us, to be with us, always. That pain whispers to us..that we are not dead yet," he said poetically.

Tears's going down in her cheeks but she hides it from him. She wipes it. "I...uh," she finally said. Madara looks at her. "I'm Sakura, Madara sama. So pleasure to meet you," she fake smile and she walks away. But Madara holds her hand. Sakura stops. "Why are you leaving... Sakura?" he confused.

She still not looking at him. "You will not need me, Madara sama, like everyone else," she weeps. "What do you mean?" Madara still don't understand. She keeps crying.

"Nobody needs me. They think I'm useless," she hands his grip off. "I... I..." she gasp. Her cheek is wet because of her tears. "Hey hey ssshhhh... It's okay.. Sshhh," he hugs her from the back. She still gasping and crying. He's stroking her hair gently. "Th-they think I'm a trash," she cried over and over again.

"Sshhh... No, you're not, Sakura," he appeases her. "Yes, I am. I can't do everything. In every mission, I did nothing, I can't help my friend, I just burdens for them, and even.. I make every mission failed," she close her face with her hands, trying to stop her tears fall down and stop crying.

"Ssshhh... Sakura," he flips her body, "Hey hey, look at me... Look at me, Sakura." Then Sakura looks at him. Her emerald eyes meet raven-black eyes. His eyes is so pure, full of love, makes everyone melt to look at them.

Sakura finds peace when look at him. She feels comfortable. His arms are around her, hugging. His eyes look at her. Her heart beats fast right now. She is nervous he does this to her.

"Don't hear what people say to you, you know what, fvck them! Don't be sad because somebody said that to you. Don't let pain come inside in your heart. Because once you let it through, it will never go out. You're not useless, okay. You're not tras-"

"B-but I am. I am just a trash, M-Madara sama. They are right about me," she starts crying again. "Don't let they judge you like that. Proof that they're wrong about you," he touches her face gently. Her heart beats faster, she is so nervous.

He wipes her tears with his hands, "Come with me, you will not be useless anymore," he whispers into her ear. And then he kisses her cheek gently and full of love. Sakura is shocked Madara kisses her. She doesn't know what she has to do. She wants to kiss him back, but her brains said no. Madara is ten years older than her. She confused.

His lips turn down into her lips. And that's what makes Sakura's stuck. He kisses her so sweetly.

Then he ends it. He looks at her eyes again. "For me, you're totally not useless, Sakura," he kisses her again. She feels his lips touching her lips softly. So warm and taste so sweet. She has fallen into him. She doesn't care about age ahead between them anymore. Her heart had belongs to him. Then, she kisses him back. Madara happily respond that. So that kiss is getting deeper and deeper until lust controls both of them.

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So that's it, hehe. I don't know what I have to do next. Add chapters for this story or let it done in one-shot. Please comment/review/like/rate/favorite this if you like it. Thank you for reading, senpai.

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