~*Ninja Scrolls*~

Summary: At the dawn of Japan's Azuchi-Momoyama period, two rival clans of ninja, the Senju of Konohagakure and the Uchiha District, are engaged in a bitter blood feud that has spanned for centuries. The leader of Senju, Hashirama, tired of all the blood shed, makes an agreement with the leader of Uchiha, Madara, to form a No-Hostility Pact to put an end to the centuries old hatred but under one condition that Madara explained that he must have the hand of Hashirama's youngest grand daughter.

A/N: This story is loosely based off the novel The Kouga Ninja Scrolls by Futaro Yamada. If you don't know, you'll probably recall the anime Basilisk is also based off the book. If you never seen it, I highly suggest you do. Tragic...made me cry.

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"Lord Hashirama, are you completely sure about this?" Tobirama questioned him, "How do you know if we can trust them after-" Hashirama raised his hand to silence him. Hashirama turned to his younger brother.

"Brother, I understand your worries but I want to try my best to come to terms with the Uchiha, even if it mean giving my blood to them. I want both the Uchiha and Senju to overcome their differences and unite. I want future generations of both the Uchiha and Senju to be able to live together and forget about how their ancestors fought just because of their hatred for one another," He looked toward his youngest grand daughter and her spouse-to-be as they both are purified by the priest; so beautiful, pure, had so much innocence. She personified those words. He felt terrible that he had to give her hand away so early in her decade and five years of living in the world.

"And also, my grand daughter will be an living example of both clans coming together finally." He said as watched as they both completed san-san-ku-do. Hashirama looked away and closed his eyes as their marriage came to its final. "Forgive me, my fair lady," he whispered as he had nicknamed her that, "I know your heart is torn from this and I pity that you sacrificed yourself for the greater good of our future but I hold high hope in you and I know you'll do what's right," He knew his grand daughter very well, she held her clan and the future of her clan above her own self, "I hope you'll find happiness, may Kami be with you through what ever troubles you come across." He finished.

He felt a hand touch his and looked beside him to see his beloved Mito, staring at him with as much sadness in her eyes as his. He squeezed her hand and smiled.

Madara smirked in triumph; he has taken Hashirama's grand daughter as his own. He looked down at his bride, dressed in all white like a goddess she was. He looked over her features and grew more satisfied. Upon making the Pact, traveling through the Senju Konohagakure, he had come across her. What immediately caught his attention about her was her hair and eyes, so rare among her clansmen. Her skin was pale, not at all tan. His first thought was that he had to have her. He may have been over thirty years her senior but that didn't stop his wants and desire for her.

Raising his large callous hand to touch her cheek; her skin was warm and as smooth as marble. She looked up at him, even while sitting down, he still towered over her small delicate frame. Her bright viridian eyes glowed up at him and her red stained lips quirked into smile. He looked at her lips; kami, he couldn't wait to feel what they were like against his. Trailing his eyes past her lips to her long swan-like neck, he couldn't wait to kiss...leave marks among her flawless skin.

"You are mine." He said.

He watched as she leaned her face in his palm; both her small, warm hands came up to caress his hand, "I promise, I will be a kind and obedient wife to you, my lord, in health and in sickness I will remain loyal to you as Uchiha Sakura." He had married twice within his lifetime and both women said the same exact words as she but they have never affected him this much as the words coming out her sweet mouth. He just couldn't wait...

Finishing with the ceremony, both him and his wife approached Hashirama. Sakura immediately bowed to him while Madara, albeit irrespectively, heeled as he stared Hashirama straight in the eye. He smirked at him, "I'm honored that you gave permission for me to wed your grand daughter, Lord Hashirama."

Hashirama frowned, "If I hadn't, we'd still be fighting purposely," Hashirama took a step closer to him and leaned toward him, for only he could hear, "Let this be known that if any harm shall come upon her under your care, I will nullify the pact and will come back with force that you should be wary of; so keep an eye on your men. I feel the intensity of the hatred from both our groups in this room." Madara smirked before looking around as if he had no idea but he sensed it before arriving. The hostility between Senju and the Uchiha was still fresh, both clans walking on egg shells wondering when the other would strike.

"You have nothing to worry about, Lord. She will be very safe and well cared for under my watchful eye, old friend." He finished before placing a hand on her hip, "Come Sakura, there are a person I want you to meet." He said walking away from Hashirama's skeptical look. He always was a very watchful man.

Leading her to his fellow clansmen, Madara immediately felt the animosity grow; he felt her grip his arm tighten. He felt sorry for her, she had to live with this if she lived with him; he had enough power over his people to stop the hate for only a minute but centuries of hate, he could never change that.

"Sasuke!" He called. Almost immediately a boy his wife age appeared before him. Sasuke bowed but not before sending a glare of contempt toward Sakura.

"Yes."

"I have a duty for you; for now on you are her personal bodyguard when I'm not present at the district, you are to never leave her side. If any harm is brought to her, I will hold you responsible and you will be severely punished. Do you understand?" Madara commanded. Sasuke looked at him with disbelief before slightly bowing his head once again.

"Yes, my Lord." his voice filled with distain.

"Sakura, this is my grandnephew, Uchiha Sasuke, you are to never trust any other Uchiha but him, understand?"

"Y-yes, my Lord." Satisfied, Madara signaled his men that it was time that they leave and celebrate the marriage of the Uchiha Patriarch and the new arrival of his bride.

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Returning to the Uchiha District, all the men celebrated for their clan's head marriage. Eating hearty food and drinking sake, Madara specially added more sake so his clansmen would forget his marriage to a Senju woman. He looked beside him, his new bride sat uncomfortable, her eyes drawn to her lap, trying to avoid any eye contact from the men around her. He frowned slightly, "Sakura." He called. Her eyes snapped up at him in surprise.

"Yes?" She breathed out.

"Eat; you will need your strength." He said. She nodded before grabbing her chopstick and began eating the bowl of rice before her. Madara began to wonder; did she even get what he had just implied to her? Tonight, they were going to consummate their marriage. He wondered if she knew anything about intimacy, most likely not. Earlier she hadn't figured out his stares were of lust. He smiled a bit as he watch her put rice in her mouth, right past those luscious lips of hers. He was more than willing to teach her the pleasures of what a man can give her and what she can do with that pretty mouth of hers.

He slowly looked away from her, bringing his nuptial cup of sake to his lips. Indeed, he'll enjoy himself tonight.