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This story contains descriptions of rape, violence, and comsumption of drugs (alcohool). If these are subjects you don't deal well with, I sugest skipping this one.

The land shines golden in the morning light; the sun sets the world on fire; like… the… sleeves? No, that wouldn't do…

"Forehead, guess what?" Sakura was jolted from her reverie when a familiar voice all but shouted in her ear. Had she been so focused on her attempt at composing a verse that she didn't notice her friend crouching behind her?

"What's so important you have to scream, Ino-pig?" She complained, but only half-heartedly, as she was secretly grateful to have something to keep her from the self-imposed torture that was poetry.

"I'm doing you a favor, you know" The blonde spoke in faux-reproach, before smirking, her eyes glinting with mischief "guess who just returned?"

Sakura's mouth opened in a soft 'o' and she stood up with a jump, nearly pushing her friend down.

"Hey!" she protested, balancing on the ball of her feet, and Sakura sunk back to her knees, bowing in apology.

"Sorry! I just…"

"Don't worry, I know what you mean." Ino grinned brightly, patting her arm "It's not every day that Sasu-"

"Ino-pig!" The pink haired girl clasped a hand over her friends mouth to shut her up, and felt the vibrations of her muffled laughter.

Sakura failed to see what was so funny about it. She was young, and had only been a lady-in-waiting in the Uchiha Estate for a few months, but that was more than enough for her to learn the ropes of court dynamic.

If the unseemly affections she harbored for the youngest son of Lord Fugaku, one of the highest ranking officers in the clan, became known that would be one more thing they'd have to use against her. Although, being only the daughter of a small feudal lord who had nothing but a few plots of land and the fealty of some peasants, she wondered why anyone would be interested in learning her weaknesses.

But the walls were thin and all sorts of fiends lurked in between them. She was a lady-in-waiting for the soon-to-be wife of Lord Fugaku's oldest son, and thus any information on that matter Sakura confided to her mistress could easily turn against her. Lady Mikoto was known both for her love of her family and the fierceness with which she protected them, and if she thought Sakura wasn't worthy of her son's attention then it would be expected that she did everything in her power to keep the two of them apart, and she'd certainly have the backing of every clan member; Members of noble families who wished to expand their influence and sought to marry their daughters into the Uchiha clan would wish her demise if they thought she was a threat; Other ladies-in-waiting, as Lord Sasuke was still seen as desirable match, not even accounting for his social standing; And though she could think of no reason she could have infuriated the clan's elders, officers, and head itself, those where the ones she was most wary of. They had been responsible for the destruction of families far greater than hers, and the descriptions of the Uchiha Lord ranged from the chilling to the panic inducing.

It was best to keep that a secret, if only for her father's sake. The only person in the whole world who was aware of her feelings for Lord Sasuke was Yamanaka Ino, who, after a ballistic introduction (quite literally – they fell on top of each other), became her best friend, not only in the wolf's den that was the Uchiha main estate, but for life, as the blonde had told her.

Sakura sometimes wondered why someone as beautiful and charismatic and of a higher social standing would want to be friends with her, but she was immensely glad that this didn't seem to matter to Ino.

"Yes." She nodded, removing her hand from her giggling friend's mouth "But let's not talk of it."

"Paranoid as always, forehead." Ino remarked playfully "Our lady doesn't need us, so let's take a walk in the courtyard, what do you say?"

Sakura wanted to protest, after all, the courtyard meant the entrance, and the entrance meant that he would be there, after nearly two months of campaign in the border of the Uchiha territory, and she didn't need to be day-dreaming about someone she had no hopes of being married to. Still, Ino liked to tell her to be hopeful, and, that failing, she threatened to steal the young man for her own if Sakura didn't act soon. That usually resulted in fueled rants from the pink haired woman, but not much more than that.

Before she could open her mouth, the two were already walking down the halls, arm in arm, whispering about beautiful and transient things, like young court ladies ought to.

They did not reach the courtyard.

"Miss! Miss!" A small servant boy stumbled in their direction, panting in exhaustion, and though Sakura tried to pretend she hadn't noticed him, Ino's grip on her arm kept her in place.

The boy paused to regain his breath, and Sakura felt bad about trying to avoid him once she noticed how much he must've ran all the way there.

"You… you are Lord Haruno's daughter, right?" He asked, and Sakura nodded warily "They said… they said he's under siege!"

Sakura's hands dropped to her side as her eyes widened in shock.

Siege? Why would anyone want to lay claim to their lands? They had next to nothing!

The boy was about to run away when Ino held him by the forearm.

"Hey, what's the big idea? Who said what?"

"The generals!" He answered, fighting to get loose "They said everything to the east was under siege and that the Uchiha Lord would send armies to destroy everything!"

"This is not funny! Why-" The boy managed to free himself from Ino's grip and took off in the direction he had come from "Hey! Get back here! Sheesh… Can you believe the nerve of that kid, forehead?"

Sakura, however, had stopped listening a while ago, and the words "destroy everything" echoed in her head.

She imagined a thousand different scenarios in the space of a few seconds – the peasants in her home province being ripped from their lands; her parents being brutally murdered; her home going up in flames. There were so many horrible things that could happen…

That is, if they hadn't already happened.

She felt fingers entwining with her own, and looked to the side to see Ino with a kind smile.

"Don't stress over it, Sakura." She advised "That boy was just trying to play a prank on you."

Sakura removed her hand from the other woman's, almost as if her touch burned, and frowned.

"How do you know that?"

"C'mon, why would a servant-"

"He came running all the way over here!" She protested "I need to know, Ino!"

The blonde's smile fell, and she shook her head.

"Ok, tomorrow we-"

"Tomorrow might be too late!" She whirled around, making a dash for the end of the hallway. She could hear Ino's footsteps close behind, but they stopped not much after they started.

Sakura only ran through two corridors before she realized that she had no idea what she was supposed to do. The most obvious thing to do was to talk to the Uchiha Lord, but Sakura didn't know where she could find him. In fact, the only thing she'd learned about the man was that none should try his patience – which she undoubtedly would if she asked him to spare her father's land from the fury of the Uchiha.

She still thought it was worth the risk, but how was she to risk anything if she didn't even know where he was. But, even if she didn't know it, there was bound to be someone who did, namely, officers, and, with that in mind, she approached two guards standing outside a room she knew she had never been to.

"My apologies" She bowed deeply "I'd like to be taken to the Uchiha Lord."

The men looked at her as if she had sprouted a second head.

"I have information that I believe he could use in the campaign in Tōtomi province."

"We have people who deal with this." One of the guards drawled "We can communicate you wish to speak with them."

"I truly appreciate it, but I'd only entrust this information to the Uchiha Lord."

The two men exchanged glances, and the one that hadn't spoken shrugged.

"It's fine. If she's playing tricks she'll be done for, anyway. I can cover for you."

The first guard hesitated for a second, before nodding and motioning for Sakura to follow him.

He led her through a series of hallways before they finally reached a large door guarded by two other men, those more finely dressed than the first two. Her guide bowed before them, and she did the same.

"The young lady says she has information on Tōtomi she wishes to relay to the Uchiha Lord directly – and only him."

After a few seconds of pondering, the guards bowed their heads ever so slightly, and her guide took this as his cue to leave.

One of the officers knocked on the door, and waited a couple of seconds before a voice from inside the room gave them permission to enter.

The guard opened the door, gesturing for her to go first, following her close.

The room was dark, the only source of light being a small window close to the ceiling. The walls were made of paneled wood, and the floor was covered by Tatami mats. It would've been empty, if not for the man sitting in the far end of the room, his eyes traveling from an open scroll in his lap to the newcomers.

Sakura sunk to her knees, bowing until her forehead touched her legs, while the guard bowed at the waist.

"My lord." He started "This girl claims to have helpful information for the Tōtomi campaign, and she will

His tone seemed disdainful, as if he didn't believe she was telling the truth... which she wasn't, but she still wished he'd make an effort to sound less cynical. She needed all the help she could get.

The guard mumbled a "yes", turned around and left the room, closing the door behind him and leaving her in darkness.

"Girl." A deep voice broke the silence and Sakura lifted her torso to look at the man addressing her.

The Uchiha Lord didn't look as terrifying as she thought he would be. She was half-expecting a giant with sharp teeth and bloody clothes, but she only found a tall man, with long hair and an intimidating air about him. She supposed he looked scary enough, but he certainly wasn't the monster she had expected.

"What is it that is so important that you need to come to me?"

"Ah, yes… I am a lady-in-waiting for Lord Itachi's fiancé" That was all he took for his neutral face to drop into the most bored expression she had ever seen "and my father is a lord in the north of Tōtomi province. I've heard that the whole region was under siege and… everything was going to be destroyed" That seemed to pique his interest "M-my family has been allied to the Uchiha for decades, I know my father would-"

"So you don't really have anything you mean to tell me?" He interrupted, and Sakura lowered her head, knowing her hopes had been crushed.

"No." She admitted in a small voice, before bowing again, her hands extended in front of her in the best sign of submission she was physically capable of "I beg of you. My family has always been loyal to the Uchiha, and though our army is small I know they'd fight bravely under yo-"

"Your family name?" He interrupted once again, and she slowly returned to her former position to meet his eyes.

"Haruno."

The Uchiha Lord seemed to be in deep musing, before a grin surged on his face.

"Yes, your army is certainly small. And weak." Sakura had to force her face to remain impassive "They have no use from a militaristic standpoint, and there is no point in protecting such invaluable allies."

"Please!" Her voice was shriller than usual "I know Tōtomi like the back of my hand, and if the Uchiha want to expand their area of influence, we could certainly-"

"That won't do." He sighed, and after the third interruption the woman had to bite her tongue to keep from lashing out "We don't need information on their lands. Although some sort of deal could be arranged."

Sakura perked up at this, listening to his words attentively.

"I assume you write home frequently." He continued.

"Whenever I can, my lord."

"Then you will write a letter home, claiming you are being treated poorly in the Uchiha estate." He explained "Your letters are to contain information that is given to you by me or my most trust-worthy officers, as if you're trying to aid the Kigawa clan in defeating the Uchiha."

"But" Sakura began, her eyes wide with fear "If they find out there is a ploy against them, they will kill-"

"Which is exactly why we'll give them exactly what was promised." He drawled, and Sakura was much too confused about his statement to feel angry about the interruption "Just do as you are told, and you have my word your family will be freed and spared."

She didn't like the plan – she didn't understand it fully, and she would only be a passive participant – but if this was the best that the Uchiha Lord would give her, she'd have to take it.

"I swear I'll do as it is instructed, my lord." She bowed again.

"But this plan will consume far too many resources." He sighed dramatically, crossing his arms and looking at the ceiling "Recovering the other lands with less damage will hardly be enough to cover the costs."

Was he going back?

"We- we will pay tributes!" She amended quickly.

"That would help." He sighed once more, and Sakura swore he was mocking her "Although… no, it might be too little."

"What would you have us do?!" She nearly shouted, before lowering her head "…my lord."

"You said you are a lady-in-waiting?"

She nodded

"Have you received any marriage proposals?"

"No." She would've normally been more embarrassed to admit it, but she wanted to see where he was going with this.

"Good. This might prove to save your father's life." When he saw the puzzled expression on her face, he elaborated further "If the Kigawa want to solidify their claim on that region, it would only make sense they would seek to marry some of their own to the nobles of the area."

That made sense. She was about to nod in agreement when the Uchiha Lord chuckled.

"I assume you have never met a Kigawa?" He asked, only to burst out laughing when she shook her head "Oh, you poor thing. Yes, I think I'll do you one more favor."

And with that, he stood to his full height, motioning for her to stand up.

"My lord?" she obliged.

"I'd pity any young lady marrying into the Kigawa clan. I can assure you, your future will be filled with dull nights."

Sakura paused, now more confused than ever.

"Come closer." He instructed, and that was when reality hit her hard.

Dull nights… one more favor… Did he-?!

"Thank you, my lord, but you've already done so much!" She exclaimed, bowing once more, while preparing herself to sprint out of the room.

"We're to close the deal." He spoke in a neutral voice, extending an arm towards her, and she wondered how he could be so nonchalant with those matters… Unless Ino was right, and she was overly paranoid.

Sakura walked to him with slow steps, stopping just out of his reach. When she saw he hadn't made any motion to move, she knew she wasn't just imagining things.

She came even closer to him, until he finally lowered her arm. She was much closer than what was proper.

"I apologize…" She blurted out, her shoulders visibly shaking "it's not… correct, my lord."

There was only a moment of hesitation on his part.

"Correct is what I say it is." He rested one hand on the back of her head, and used the other to pull the tie securing her hair together.

Fingers danced through threads of pink, dragging some strands with them, only to let those fall on her shoulder, and the breath hitched in her throat when he used his newly freed hand to cup her face and force her to look him in the eyes.

She didn't dare blinking.

He leaned in closer, slowly, and in Sakura's eyes almost wavering, but just as she hoped he wouldn't, he closed the distance between their lips.

She closed her eyes reflexively, waiting for some sort of blow, but he was surprisingly gentle. He brought her head closer, all the while rubbing circles with his thumb in the back of her neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The Uchiha Lord pulled away, muttering something that came out stifled by their proximity. He waited for her reply, but after she only stared at him for a few moments, he narrowed his eyes and the pressure from his hand increased.

"Open up." He instructed, and she parted her lips, only to have something plunge into her mouth. She tried to pull back, but his grip on her neck was unrelenting. She felt sick and suffocated, but his sudden hostility seemed to have vanished, so she thought she could pull through.

He was slow, almost as if he had nothing better to do than kiss her, and after the fourth time he paused to allow her to breathe properly, Sakura almost wished it would be true. She felt she was getting used to it, and if this was as far as he was going to get, then there should be no problem.

It wasn't much longer until he seemed to get bored, though, and Sakura shivered when she felt the hand that had been cradling her cheek slide down her back to the sash keeping her clothes in place.

Torturously slow, he pulled on the knot of her obi and parted the fabric underneath it, revealing her flesh and making her gasp and pull back, but his arms had coiled around her waist like a viper, keeping her in place.

"I didn't think the one to come beg me for help would be so coy." The Uchiha Lord sounded amused, and though she didn't dare take her eyes off of his, she imagined he had some sort of grin on his face.

He leaned in once more, and Sakura parted her lips without prompting. While his tongue took to exploring her mouth, his hands slipped underneath her robes, one running up and down her spine and the other rubbing circles in her belly.

She wished this wouldn't feel as good as it did.

Warm lips detached from hers and traveled all the way to her neck, and there she felt her skin being assaulted by tongue and teeth. Meanwhile, the hand in her stomach slid upwards to fondle one of her breasts. Now that she had nothing covering her mouth, her ragged breath was much too evident.

When Sakura felt a bite in the junction between her neck and shoulder her knees buckled and she would have fallen if the Uchiha Lord hadn't wrapped his arms around her. While her hands grasped at his clothes, as if she'd fall down through the earth if she had nothing to hold onto, his fingers crept downwards, caressing her backside, bringing her shameful pleasure. As they went even lower, she whimpered against his chest and prayed that he'd stop. It felt too good and too wrong.

He removed his hands from her cheeks not much after she wished he would, to both her relief and disappointment, but her ordeal didn't seem to be over yet.

He ripped her hands from his clothes, holding them in one of his, before kneeling and bringing her down with him. He let go of her wrists and pushed her down on her back, and before Sakura could even think of reacting, he had kneeled in between her legs, appraising her body with his eyes.

Embarrassed, the young woman tried to cover her face with her sleeves, only to have her arms pushed aside and pinned to the floor.

"Now, we can't have you hiding" The Uchiha Lord cooed "I want all of you."

Sakura swallowed, closing her hands in fists to fight the urge of covering herself with them.

Once he seemed to trust her not to move, he began untying his own sash, more aggressively than he had done hers, and opening his robes. When she saw him lowering his hands to reach for something under his clothes and beneath his navel, she directed her eyes to the ceiling and started taking deep breaths.

Fine… you'll be fine Sakura.

She felt fingers pushing her knees up, until her lower back was lifted from the ground. They were held in place by one hand, while a second slipped her undergarment down her legs, before her limbs were freed, being spread by a pair of thighs. Something hovered above her womanhood.

I can't breathe.

Sakura braced herself for the searing pain she had heard about so many times, but none came. Instead, she nearly jumped when she felt a pressure on the nub above her entrance.

She only noticed she had sat up when a hand pushed her back down on the mat, and laughter filled her ears.

"Easy there, we've only just started." Sakura didn't think his voice could get any deeper, but apparently, she had been wrong. "Look at me."

She opened her eyes slowly, afraid of what she'd see, to find the Uchiha Lord hovering over her.

Exactly what she had feared.

"Now stay." He instructed, placing one hand on the side of her face, before sliding it down to where he had previously touched her, marking a path over her neck, her shoulders, her breast, her waist, and her hip.

He pressed his finger against her, and now prepared, she didn't move. He rubbed circles there, his speed slowly increasing, and, with it, the volume of her gasps.

She knew that feeling, although never as intense as this, and certainly not brought by hands other than her own.

She had wanted to escape from his grip before, but now all she wanted was for him to finish what he had started, consequences be dammed.

The Uchiha Lord, however, didn't seem to be in such a hurry, as he slowed his ministrations to a halt, leaving her panting in frustration.

This time she didn't have to wait long, as he lowered his other hand to her sex and plunged one finger inside of her. It went in almost effortlessly, and the lascivious grin on the man's face would've bothered her, if she wasn't close to begging him for more.

He thrust his finger inside of her a few times, before inserting another, and this time she gasped in pain. To her relief, he brought his other hand down one more time, resuming his fast pace, while also stretching her in the most delicious way.

She didn't think anything had ever felt so good.

Sounds that were not her own erupted from her throat, while her hips moved in the rhythm of his fingers. She felt herself contracting and contracting, as if she'd become so small she could vanish. And then…

Sakura screamed, slamming her hands against the floor and bucking against his hand in a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasure they brought. As she came down from her high, the Uchiha Lord still thrust his fingers inside of her, as if determinate to keep her in her aroused state.

After she had calmed down some, but aftershocks of her orgasm were still noticeable, she felt the fingers inside of her being removed, but she knew the Uchiha Lord wouldn't have gone this far to let her leave without getting anything from her.

Hands spread her knees as far as they'd go, and that horrible, magnificent man, nestled himself in between them. She felt something probing her entrance, and she knew this would hurt more than the two fingers had.

The Uchiha Lord seemed to have sensed her apprehension, for he entwined his fingers in her hair and rubbed the back of her neck with them.

"It will be fine." For a moment he looked almost… kind, and honestly concerned about her, but Sakura was certain she was only imagining it.

He pushed into her, and she gasped in pain, momentarily forgetting how to breathe. He paused for a second, as if to wait for her to adjust to him, but he apparently wasn't feeling patient anymore, as he began to move deeper into her before she felt ready. He moved slowly, but it still didn't alleviate her ache.

The young woman's eyes prickled with tears, and turned to the wall to avoid looking at him. She looked at the window, and realized that the sun was setting, but oddly, the sky wasn't orange or pink, but red.

That could be a good verse.

She lost notion of time, too busy focusing on her breathing, until she became used to the pain. The Uchiha Lord finally seemed to be getting tired, but, to her dismay, she was starting to become more than merely used to him. The pleasure was slowly returning, and Sakura already felt shameful enough about what had just happened.

The pants and groans intensified, and she had the sudden fear that he would finish inside of her, but he pulled away just before the deed was done, coating her belly with his seed and collapsing on top of her.

They remained like this a little longer, before the Uchiha Lord stood up, rearranging his clothes. His face showed no hint of emotion, making Sakura feel more used than she could remember having felt.

"I'll send for you later this evening." He remarked, shrugging on his coat "You may leave when you wish."

And with this, he left, while the young woman remained affixed to the same spot, her eyes glued to the now dark sky outside.

She wondered if the guards outside had heard what had happened… They must've. After all, the walls were thin.

She could say goodbye to her hopes of getting married to someone influential.

The morning light shines

Laughter fills the world

The moon rises red

In damp sleeves she lies

OOC-Madaraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-…!

I had this idea while on a trip and I really wanted to write it. It has plot for a multi-chapter story, but the stand alone fic works too – because, let's be honest, you're not here for the plot, are you?

That thing at the end was a sorta-kinda-metric-poem that is really bad (the metric is all wrong), but just intended to capture the 'feel' of the traditional Japanese poetry.

Here's a curiosity for you: Madara is never addressed by name here, because this is from Sakura's perspective, and she doesn't know his name.

*covers face with sleeves* I can't believe I wrote smut. And with such a cheery topic to boot!