Okay, I know I already have Healing Explosively to continue but a new story has been clouding my judgement sooo here's a new story with a pair I have never even tried before... MadaxSaku! SO!

First thing to be said is... I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS! SOME TEXT IS ACTUALLY TAKEN FROM NARUTO, SO GIVE THE CREDIT WHERE IT COUNTS :D

So as always,

Enjoy,

~Kyvena

Chapter 1: Change

As of now, Sakura was standing on the front lines of the battlefield during the age of the Fourth Great Ninja War. Looking around she began to notice how all of the hearts within the Allied Shinobi Force were beginning to waver; yet how could she blame them? Right now, they were up against one of the strongest men in history, a living legend. Hell, he was practically a powerhouse with the skill to match the first Hokage.

"Do NOT give up hope everyone!" Sakura yelled in attempts to boost the morale of each and every ninja that now stood alive on the battlefield. The bodies of many shinobi now littered the vast lands as all she could think was, 'So much death... So much despair... So much loss... So much pain...'

Noticing him standing on the ground in front of her very eyes, a scowl crossed her face, "Madara! How could you preach on and on about PEACE whenever all you are causing is death and destruction!?" Glancing his Rinnegan filled gaze towards the young kunoichi with the mass amounts of pink locks that flowed down to the middle of her thigh, the Uchiha male simply stared at her silently until she finished attempting to scold him as if he were some small child who had clearly done something wrong.

He had to admit it, she did have beauty going for her, but he had to wonder if all she ever did was just talk big. 'Hm, well to no matter, I will have my dream world no matter what the cost.' He thought before actually speaking aloud, "Tell me kunoichi, is that all you can do? You blab about me being wrong when... you have no resolve to even face me to prove me wrong." He stared at this beautiful woman in front of him, "Can you not provide with me with the entertainment I seek? If not, I advise you stop running your mouth!"

Sakura's eye twitched angrily, 'Did he just practically call me WEAK!?' She had already achieved the one hundreds healing mark; which was clearly proven on her forehead. Clenching her fists tightly, she did the most idiotic thing you could possible do whenever facing an opponent of his strength and caliber. Charging towards Madara, Sakura clenched her fist and began gathering an immense amount of destructive power within her grasp.

Grinning like a fool, the male pushed his bangs to the side, showing his Sharingan before lowering his hand and his black bangs that held a blue tint set back into place, "I do have to say this, girl. I shall commend you for your bravery to face off with me! Let's see your strength compared to the rest of the dead that challenged me!" Whenever he spoke those words, her heart weakened slightly as her emerald orbs began to dart side to side at all of her fallen comrades. Shaking his head, the male released a heavy, disappointed sigh, "How trivial..."

The moment Sakura was in range, Madara shot his hand up before shoving it forward to pierce her muscular core. Shock finally settled in and Sakura began to cough up an intense amount of blood; yet to Madara's surprise, the girl in front of him suddenly vanished, her headband falling to the ground in the process along with the red ribbon that had held her hair up, "How peculiar... I cannot even sense her presence anymore. Izuna, I wonder how you would have dealt with her..."

Coming to, Sakura no longer knew where she was, where her headband was, nor the ribbon that held her hair up as she began to stumble forward through a mass lush forest, clutching her wound as blood began to seep into her clothing and splatter out onto the grass before her. She couldn't keep this up for much longer whenever she then felt her foot connect with something, causing her to trip and fall to the ground groaning in agony.

Looking back, Sakura then noticed what she had tripped over, was nothing other than a corpse of none other than the Senju Clan... Clinging to life stubbornly, she could hear and see a young male that kind of looked like Sasuke running towards her before coming to an abrupt and sudden halt, "Big brother I found a survivor! Hey, can you tell me your name, age, and affiliation...?" This young man's eyes seemed so soft and kind, nothing compared to the darkness that Madara and Sasuke had held deep within the voids they claimed as eyes.

Weakly, Sakura opened her mouth and began to mumble softly, making the young boy lean forward to listen intently, "S...Sa...kura... Seven...teen... N-None..." What she saw next though caused her eyes to widen immensely, almost as if fear had taken possession of her body as she saw the long spiky black with a blueish tint run towards her, "IZUNA! STABILIZE HER!" All she could think was, 'N...No... Not... Not Madara...'

'So... this was Izuna Uchiha. This is Madara's younger brother...' The pinkette thought to herself almost immediately. Right at that moment she felt the deep desire to shelter and protect the poor child-er-man from his demise against the second Hokage, Tobirama Senju. Kneeling down, the male with the long unruly locks looked at her face and froze slightly as if he KNEW this young girl.

The elder brother than spoke to the younger brother, "So Izuna... what were you able to find out about this woman?" Izuna turned his head and smiled directly at his older brother, "Her name is Sakura, she is the same age as you elder brother, and she is affiliated with no one so to speak of." The older brother gave a highly suspicious glance to his younger brother, "Did you verify this with the Sharingan?" Izuna nodded slightly, "Yes, she told no lies."

Izuna quickly picked up on how his elder brother's face had suddenly frozen momentarily and gave him a puzzled expression, "Big brother, do you know this woman?" Madara shook his head, "I do not believe I do, yet she seems very familiar to me for some reason. Tch, just leave it to the Senju Clan to rip a hole through a young girl's stomach who isn't even affiliated with any clan or have anything to even do with the war itself. They are so brutal... yet... battling with them is always such a thrill."

'Yeah... I don't think the Senju's are more brutal than you Madara. How does a man forget whenever he slams his very own fist through someone's gut!? THAT BAST- Wait... He's alive...? So is his younger brother...? WHERE IN THE HELL AM I EVEN!?' Sakura thought in an annoyed and highly confused tone within her own mind while practically having an all out raging war ongoing with her inner self.

Sakura's face scrunched up as if thinking long and hard, 'Maybe I am under a gen...jutsu... RELEASE!' Nothing. Izuna reached forward and brushed a strand of her long hair from her sticky skin, "She's..." Madara stood up and glanced towards his younger brother with folded arms, "Hm...?" Izuna then began to blush heavily before speaking, "She's... just so beautiful..." Madara rolled his charcoal orbs before glancing back at the female, "Just get her on your horse Izuna. We will take her back to the Uchiha Stronghold."

Nodding, the young male that resembled a much sweeter and innocent Sasuke then slipped one of his arms beneath her head as the other arm delicately slipped under her thighs, lifting her up as she weakly spoke, "Just... kill me..." Izuna cocked his head to the side and gave her a questioning look before she began coughing up blood, "B-Brother! She needs medical treatment now! Miss Sakura won't make it all the way to the Uchiha Stronghold!"

Setting Sakura down, Izuna quickly pulled out some bandages and froze, his face beginning to turn a bit red out of embarrassment before Madara sighed heavily and walked to the female who was now on the ground again all while thinking, 'I SWEAR I've met this girl somewhere before! Maybe we have clashed our blades together during battle? Hrm... Or maybe she's a concubine that I've had fun with...? No... she looks more like a ninja with how well toned she is...'

Now she was feeling anxiety that Madara Uchiha was closing in on her with a concentrated facial expression until he was finally standing in front of her. Crouching down, Madara and took the bandages from Izuna, who's face was now beat red over the fact that he would be needing to take the girl's shirt off. Pulling out his sword, Madara looked at Izuna, "Look away Izuna..." All Sakura could think was, 'Oh no, he isn't planning on killing me before I can protect Izuna from death... is he!?'

Izuna's body instantly snapped around out of respect for his elder brother's request and for the pinkette's dignity. His face became an even brighter red whenever he suddenly heard the sound of clothing being shredded. For some reason, this made Sakura laugh slightly, "Y...our name... is Izuna... right...?" Izuna stayed facing away, yet nodded as he spoke, "Y-Yes Sakura." Sakura smiled towards him, yet couldn't help but pointing out the obvious, "Y...You're so cute..." Izuna's face almost instantly became bright red and felt as if he were going to explode from embarrassment.

Madara used his katana to shred the girl's top, not realizing what in the hell this piece of cloth that resembled breasts was even for. Shaking his head, Madara, being so used to seeing women naked, attempted to begin patching up the hole on Sakura's stomach with bandages. What surprised him the most is whenever the girl flinched the moment his hand even came near her.

"S...Stay away..." Sakura muttered out and the spiky long haired male groaned in annoyance, "Would you rather die then? Hm... Izuna, I suppose you must patch her up. She won't let me touch her... literally..." Izuna slightly turned his head to see his elder brother's hand being held in a bone crushing grip; causing Madara to clench his teeth tightly as if he clearly was in pain.

"Well, she certainly is strong. I'll give her that." Madara spoke lazily, yet Izuna wouldn't move out of respect for Sakura due to her now half naked state. Groaning, Madara felt like he didn't have a choice before raising his free hand and lightly slapped Sakura across the face, "Now... I do not believe you will be so bold to do that again, will you?" All she could do was lay there silently glaring as the man that had ACTUALLY inflicted this damage on her was now patching her up.

'How ironic.' She thought with a snarky attitude. The wounded pinkette then shakily rose her hands over her wound, "M...Madara..." Raising an eyebrow at the beautiful lass in front of him, he folded his arms after motioning her to talk with a single hand, "Speak." On the inside, Sakura could tell what this man needed... yet there was no way she would or could ever give such a thing to the likes of the man who had physically harmed her and so many of her comrades, "C...Can you hold my hands s...steady over my wound...?"

Shrugging, Madara then reached out and much to Sakura's surprise, gently took her hands in his much larger ones. 'Her hands are so small and warm...' He thought as he turned his head away so that he could hide the light blush that now spread across his face. Realizing she was still wearing her gloves, Sakura gave an apologetic look as she spoke, "Can... you also remove... my gloves...?" With each and every pause, Sakura cringed with massive amounts of pain, which did not go unnoticed.

Finding this doable, especially considering the massive state of pain she was currently in, Madara took a deep breath and calmed his breathing so that he was no longer blushing to turn back towards the odd pink haired kunoichi before not only taking off both of her gloves, but his as well. 'He must have noticed how low my chakra is.' She figured as his calloused hands then gently pressed chakra into her own before she began to do something that caused both Madara's and Izuna's eyes to widen immensely.

The light jade green glow of her medical ninjutsu began to push through her palms, mixing with Madara's chakra as she then began writhing in agony over her cells being rebuilt along with all of the skin tissue that had been lost. 'How is she DOING that!?' The male holding the injured female's hands thought in complete confusion and surprise. 'Well, well, well... it may seem we found quite the gem on the battlefield today...'

Finally healed, she then sat up slowly as Madara stood up, "Izuna, I believe your cloak will fit her better." Getting the notion that his elder brother's cloak would be MUCH too large for Sakura, Izuna nodded and removed his high collared, long sleeved, and lengthy cloak that held the large Uchiha clan symbol on the back of the cloth before draping it over her tiny frame.

Turning her head, she gave Izuna a grateful smile before pulling the cloak on, pushing her arms through the already warmed sleeves and glanced at the obi sheepishly; not really knowing how to fasten the obi around her waist since no one that she knew really wore this type of clothing. Well, that was until Madara sighed gently and came so close behind her that she could feel the even rising and falling of his chest to lace the obi correctly around her muscular torso.

Once Izuna turned around and saw Madara helping Sakura tie the obi before reaching his hands into the back of the cloak to gently pull her hair from beneath the clothing, letting her soft, yet filthy locks cascade down to the middle of her thighs. At that very moment, he couldn't help but feel jealous of his elder brother...

'It's so warm... yet I'm so filthy from BATTLING Madara!' Was all Sakura could think until Izuna grinned, "Well, that cloak suits you better than it suits me!" Sakura smiled sadly, "You're wrong... it looks far better on an Uchiha... than on the likes of me..." Now the Madara she knew began to show as he whacked the back of her head, making her yelp, "OW! What in the hell was that for!?"

Snapping around she then witnessed the all mighty Madara Uchiha with his head slightly turned away, blushing heavily, "It suits you... quite nicely..." Sakura didn't know how to explain this... was this honestly Madara Uchiha? 'BUT WAIT!' She thought to herself in a small bit of distress. Turning to face Madara fully with a slight scowl, Sakura then grasped the left side of his cloak and yanked it to the side; shocking both Madara and Izuna. Yet Madara would never show that he was actually shocked as his stoic mask stayed in play.

Sakura hadn't placed her gloves back on as of yet and ran her silky hand over the left side of Madara's chest, making the muscles in his chest ripple, or as Sakura knew he would explain it, "dance" happily in the process; this had been the same place Lord Hashirama's face had been... So where was it...? Narrowing her eyes as if trying to find something that wasn't even there, Sakura continued to stroke at his, to her surprise, soft skin until she then noticed the two Uchiha's staring questioningly at her; causing her to freeze her movements. Sakura then released a nervous laugh, "Ahaha... Not a scratch on you!" Sakura quickly pulled Madara's cloak back into place and pat his chest playfully as a massive blush crossed her face.

Quickly yanking her gloves back on, Madara then noticed her gloves were much like his own as a thought crossed his mind, 'She has good taste when it comes to gloves!' Izuna sighed heavily, "So, I'm guessing you want to ride with my elder brother now Sakura...?" Flash backs of the Fourth Great Ninja War suddenly flashed through her mind and the thought of riding the same horse with THAT murderer just made her sick, "No, no, no Izuna! I would like to ride with you! I am wearing your cloak after all." Sakura gave a cute wink and Madara turned away with his arms folded, "Very well..."

'Is he seriously POUTING!?' Sakura felt dumbstruck as Izuna held his hand out to her, "Well then, shall we?" Nodding, she took his hand with a smile as they reached his horse. About to climb onto the horse, Sakura then felt a pair of strong hands on her waist that hoisted her on top of the horse's saddle. Blushing heavily, Sakura sunk into the high collar of Izuna's cloak to hide the heat that now plagued her face as he then pushed himself on top of the horse as well.

. . .

It took six whole days of riding to reach the Uchiha Stronghold and by then, not only Sakura, but Madara and Izuna as well were all exhausted from the long trip. The moment the three dismounted from their steeds, a familiar voice; well, familiar to the two Uchiha brothers rang out, "I see you made it back alive..." All Sakura could think in a shocked manner was, 'You are seriously surprised that Madara came back completely unscathed...?'

At least... that's what she had thought as she noticed Madara's breathing began to become slightly unnatural and a tad heavy, almost as if he were trying his hardest to stay conscious at that point in time. Looking down at the ground, that's whenever she saw it...

Blood was falling to the ground rapidly and staining it with a deep red coloration as Madara slightly began to teeter. The unknown male then approached the pinkette and she looked up at him, "And just who might this be?" Madara rose a gloved hand to his side and clutched it tightly, "H-Her name is Sakura... age seventeen... no affiliat...ion..."

In Sakura's eyes, the mighty Madara Uchiha falling to the side was in slow motion as her body moved on its own accord to catch him, "Why didn't you tell me that you had been injured Madara!?" She knew she shouldn't look so worried right now, technically, this could be her chance to prevent the outcome of the Fourth Great Ninja War. However... by now she knew that she was no longer in her own era.

"Izuna! Help me carry him to his room!" Sakura barked out and Izuna straightened up like a soldier before nodding, "Y-Yes ma'am!" Izuna then ran to his elder brother and Sakura looked back to the two men's father, "Please forgive my rudeness sir, I will explain everything to you... but... I CAN'T LET HIM DIE!" Still conscious as of right now, Madara's eyes widened at this strong willed woman's words. Just like Izuna had said before, "Beautiful..." Madara muttered softly.

Izuna helped Sakura carry Madara to his room and laid his body down for Sakura. Snapping her head towards Izuna, Sakura then began to speak in a hurried tone, "I'm sorry Izuna, but I will need boiling water and plenty of fresh towels." Izuna nodded and began leaving the room before pausing at the door frame; but what he saw caused his heart to warm and break at the same time as he whispered, "Please take care of him..."

Before Izuna had even left Sakura had already gotten on her knees beside Madara and lightly stroked his hair, which surprisingly, was just as soft as her own hair. Noticing the sweat beading down his forehead, Sakura pushed his bangs that covered one of his eyes away to give his skin some breathing room as she used the sleeve of Izuna's cloak to wipe away his sweat. Cracking his crimson orbs open slowly, Madara then weakly spoke out, "Not... a scratch on me... huh...?"

Sakura's eyes softened, this wasn't ANYTHING like the Madara she knew, "Shhh... Save your strength..." Releasing a rather loud 'TSK' Sakura instantly began to seethe on the inside, 'I TAKE IT BACK! HE'S A TOTAL JERK!' Madara couldn't help but weakly laugh at Sakura's expression until he spoke, "You're..." Sakura's eyes widened as Madara's heart beat began growing weaker, the light quickly fleeing from his eyes quickly as he then grew silent.

Emerald orbs instantly widened profoundly, "N...No..." Sakura quickly tilted his head back and pinched the bridge of his nose with her fingers before leaning down and pressing her lips to his, swiftly blowing air and her own chakra into his lungs a few times. Sakura moved swiftly to begin lightly pressing against his chest cavity... 'One... Two... Three... Four...' Sakura repeated this action three more times and whenever Madara's eyes finally shot open, Sakura's lips were pressed against his.

As fate would have it, the same moment Madara awoke, Izuna walked into the room to see Sakura's lips pressed against his elder brother's. He had never been a match for his older brother. He had hoped... just this once that maybe, just maybe, Sakura would fall for him and not his elder brother. Sakura sat up and smiled, "Good, I brought you back from the land of the dead." A pretty blush assaulted her cheeks and Izuna figured he had misunderstood.

Walking in with everything that Sakura had asked for, he then placed them beside her as she softly spoke, "He had stopped breathing Izuna... All I did was bring him back before it had been too late..." Izuna blushed madly at this comment, "O-Oh... I see..." Sakura giggled at how the two brothers were actually, if she weren't mistaken, COMPETING for the right to call her their own. Shaking her head, Sakura then went into medic mode, "All right Izuna, I am going to need you to trust me... I need every bit of concentration I can get..."

Izuna smiled gently at the beautiful pink haired female in front of him and nodded, "You got it Sakura. Just holler if you need me." Sakura nodded slightly, "I will Izuna..." As Izuna left the room, she was trying her damned HARDEST not to blush with the way Madara had nonchalantly moved his hand to the inside of her thigh to stroke at the silky, yet dirtied skin to completely fluster her.

Once the door closed, Sakura rose her hand, and just as he had done to her, lightly slapped him across the face, "If you have the damn energy to stroke my leg then save it!" This made Madara... smile... he actually... smiled... and this smile was genuine.

"All right Madara I'm going to have to rip your clothes off now." This comment made him grin mischievously, "Oh no worries... I can just take yours..." Sakura's eyebrow twitched in an annoyed fashion, she knew that he was fully aware that she was half NUDE underneath Izuna's cloak, 'What in the HELL!?'

Shaking her head of many inappropriate thoughts, she then got to work. Pulling out a freshly sharpened kunai, she laid it beside her as she took all of his crimson red armor off and tossed it to the side with ease before picking up the kunai and slicing the obi. She then, to his dismay, merely pushed his cloak to the side only to see a deep gash at his side.

In all honesty, Sakura had wanted to put him through the same exact pain he had put her through. However... this was not the Fourth Great Ninja War; this was NOT the same Madara she had come to know well within the future. So the pink haired female simply got to work on mending his wound.

Five long hours later, she finally had closed the wound. It had been a much deeper gash than she had expected; whereas her previous injury not only had the help of Madara's chakra, but it was a clean strike. The wound he had received was not a very good clean strike at all; it had been rugged and it had been shaped weird. Almost as if the person whom had assaulted Madara was trying to carve an ugly crescent moon into his side.

Sweat beaded down her forehead as she finally fell back panting gently. Even though she was exhausted, he found her quite beautiful... honestly, he wanted to see that beauty desire and beg for him; but as fate had it, his father walked in only to see the pink haired female gasping for air. Looking towards his son, he noticed that his son was no longer even INJURED, "You... girl... how did you return my son's body back to normal and who exactly ARE you?"

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Sakura smiled, "My name... is... Sakura. I used... Medical... Ninjutsu to... heal him." Not understanding at all what she was even speaking about, but not wanting to SHOW that he didn't understand, the man stood tall, "Right, we are in your debt Sakura. My name is Tajima Uchiha. Now, I have a proposal for you young lass."

Raising her eyebrows, Sakura had no clue what he was even going to ask until he said it, "Someone in my clan is willing to adopt you. You see, your talents could be of great use to us while on the battlefield. However, you would be stationed on the front lines with my sons."

'Ah... He wants to use me to better the Uchiha's chance at victory... but... but if I can keep Izuna (and Madara) out of immediate danger, I believe it will be worth it.' Sakura nodded, "Thank you Tajima..." Tajima looked all too confused as to if she were accepting or declining his offer.

Taking a gentle breath, Sakura suddenly sat up straight due to the feeling of Madara's fingers stroking a bit further up than last time; making her face bleed red. At that very moment, Sakura was REALLY thankful it was now night time instead broad daylight. Tajima rose a single eyebrow, waiting for an answer, "Well?" Mentally patting her face, Sakura then blinked rapidly, "Oh-I-uh...uhm...ah..." 'How does Madara keep such a straight face!?' She internally roared before attempting to collect all of her thoughts under such circumstances.

Sakura was now roughly biting her lip as his fingers began sliding further up her smooth thighs; a LOT closer to her covered entrance. Of COURSE his father noticed as he shot a look at his son, "Madara, enough." Madara gave an innocent expression, yet said nothing; making his father sigh heavily and shake his head, "This is why you have wh-" Suddenly Tajima was cut off by Madara, "I understand." It was obvious that Madara didn't want Sakura to find out that he constantly used women to get what he "needed".

Shifting her body so that it was closer to Madara's hand completely shocked him. She had learned how to keep HIS stoic facial in place no matter what in such a short amount of time. Suddenly Sakura grinned and rose her fist, gathered a tad amount of chakra and slammed it down on Madara's arm, earning a loud yelp to escape his lips as the bone cracked, "WHAT THE HELL!? YOU HEAL ME THEN YOU INJURE ME!?" Sakura snapped her emerald orbs towards Madara, "WELL THEN KEEP YOUR HANDS TO YOURSELF! BESIDES! I'LL HEAL IT ANYWAY!"

By now, Tajima was practically amazed and extremely shocked that a female could get away with speaking to his eldest son of all people this way. However, that strength she had was ASTONISHING! He had watched all of this with his Sharingan; just the tiniest amount of chakra could be deadly if wielded by this female.

Clearing his throat, Tajima looked at Sakura; who was now healing Madara's broken arm. Sakura smiled sweetly, "Thank you I accept your offer... but..." Tajima rose an eyebrow, "But what?" Sakura slumped back slightly, "I do not possess the Sharingan sir..." This made Tajima laugh, "We have had plenty of people killed in action; therefore, we will be transplanting the Sharingan into that pretty skull of yours. Besides, I can see you are good for my son! I may just arrange both of you to be wed some day!"

Izuna had heard all of this... "We have had plenty of people killed in action; therefore, we will be transplanting the Sharingan into that pretty skull of yours. Besides, I can see you are good for my son! I may just arrange both of you to be wed some day!" Slowly but surely, Izuna turned and walked back to his room all while whispering, "It's always big brother..."

. . .

It would be an understatement to say that Sakura was just merely nervous of doing an eye transplant... ON HERSELF! She knew she needed to meet her new family, eat something, take a bath that was long overdue; good lord, she didn't even know how Izuna or Madara found her attractive with the way she SMELLED right now! There were a few other things needed to be done as well; such as get her own set of Uchiha clothing and most of all, Sakura was in dire need of sleep.

As she walked to the area where Tajima had informed her that she could do the operation on herself, she began to ponder a few things... such as, if she were here in the Warring States Era; had she been officially erased from HER world...? That was something she didn't even want to think of considering, but knew she had to rule it out as a possibility.

Another issue she had to quickly address was how Naruto had practically trained her to HATE sleeping alone. Therefore, whenever she did sleep alone she would end up sleep walking. Back in her time, she ended up sleep walking to Naruto's apartment almost every single night, so he got into the habit of leaving his front door unlocked for her.

She didn't know how long she had been spaced out for whenever she realized... the new eyes had been transplanted into her head already, "The hell? How do I space out through an entire operation?!" Quickly raising her hands and allowing the green glow of her medical ninjutsu flow into her eyes, she realized that she had done a PERFECT job at reattaching them.

Now Sakura was feeling a bit emotional and sad... she had always loved her emerald orbs considering they were definitely one of a kind. Walking in front of a mirror, she quickly noticed something wasn't right. Her eyes did not show the same darkness that all of the other Uchiha's held; quite the opposite in fact. Sakura's eyes... were still her beloved emerald green. Activating the Sharingan, Sakura nodded that at least THIS was the correct coloration.

"Time to meet the folks." Sakura rolled her shoulders as she deactivated the Sharingan and inched closer to her new home. Stopping in front of the door, Sakura gulped harshly and slowly knocked on the door until the door flung open and a man and woman both smothered Sakura in a tight embrace, "You must be Sakura!" The female shouted and stepped back to get a good look at her newfound daughter, "Yes, yes, you will do perfectly! Simply gorgeous! I'd expect nothing less!" The male then chuckled, "My name is Sazude and my wife here is Mikata." All Sakura could think was, 'His name sounds just like Sasuke...'

Once all the formalities were over and done with; the new found family ate a healthy dinner that would prepare another for war, full of vitamins and nutrition. To say the least, Sakura now just wanted to take a bath and go to bed, there had been far too many surprises for the pinkette's liking on this day as she released a heavy sigh. Entering the bath house, Sakura didn't even take into consideration that anyone else might be there at the moment, especially at this late hour.

Sighing gently as she shed her clothing from her tired, sore, and drained body, she remembered something her new parents had told her... "The bath house is over there. None of the family's have their own bath so we all have to share one. So don't be shocked if you find another girl or boy in there!"

So far, it didn't seem as if anyone else were in the bath house with her with how completely and utterly silent it was. If there were any other people, she couldn't sense their chakra and the fact that it was too damn steamy to even tell by sight; which she supposed she was thankful for. Stepping into the water, a relaxed sigh almost instantly escaped the pinkette's lips. Her muscles had needed this so badly, not to mention her hair was in dire need of a good scrubbing.

Suddenly, Sakura felt as if someone were there and by the way this person had stiffened their body; which caused the water to harshly slap against their body, she knew it wasn't Madara and his huge ego because he would have announced himself the moment he had walked inside the bath house, or at least that's what she thought. That's when she heard his voice, "S-Sakura...?" Izuna trembled out nervously due to how he could see her insanely pink hair and all of her... curves... thanks to his Sharingan.

Squinting her eyes, she recognized this voice after a moment, "Izuna? Is that you?" Izuna gulped so harshly that he was sure every sensory type ninja on the premises would have heard it. Sakura laughed gently, "Izuna don't be so shy! Come and relax with me!" As of right now, she felt the strongest bonds with Izuna and, much to her dismay, Madara.

Izuna nodded and began slowly walking over in Sakura's general direction whenever he heard an all too familiar snicker, "Yes Izuna, come and relax with us! We can wash each other's backs." Forget not sensing Madara's chakra, she hadn't even HEARD him enter, strip, or get into the water! Finally, Izuna scowled, "Leave Sakura alone Madara!" This only made Madara laugh harder, "Oh, but on the contrary... she sat on me Izuna."

Slowly turning her head with widened eyes, she hadn't even noticed she had been sitting on anything, "Actually... Izuna... You may want to leave, Sakura and I have something to... continue..." He smirked darkly; sending shivers down Sakura's spine. This was the Madara she knew; sinister, dark, and rotten to the core. Trying to pull away from Madara, he instantly shot his arm to wrap around Sakura's waist, smashing her to his broad chest as she began to struggle, "WILL YOU LET ME GO MADARA!?"

Raising his free hand, he gently grasped his chin and hummed softly as if actually thinking this over, "Mmm... No." Izuna was now pissed off as he began yelling at his older brother, "LET HER GO MADARA! SHE ISN'T YOUR PROPERTY!" At that very moment, Madara began to cackle as he traced a single finger over Sakura's flat, yet toned, stomach, "Well now Izuna... I haven't seen you so ready to dance for quite some time! It simply makes me tremble with excitement! However, she is my property. I'm going to take a guess that you have not heard father's decision then?"

Ohhhh Sakura was NOT liking where this was going, "I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU SAY THAT HE SAID WE ARE GOING TO GET MARRIED ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE!" Madara then grinned slyly, "Fine, then I won't say we are going to get married." Izuna began to silently seethe as he lowered his head and thought, 'Why... Why was I born after an egotistical man like Madara!' That's when Sakura's sweet tone brought him out of his angered thoughts, "Izuna, I'll come by your room once I'm done bathing, promise. I honestly don't want you to hear this..."

Well now he was curious as to what she didn't want him to hear but respected her wishes, "Of course Sakura, I'll see you a bit later." With that, Izuna jumped out of the water and laced a towel around his body before walking out; all while thinking, 'Show him who's the boss Sakura!'

Once Izuna was gone, Madara grinned as his deep tone whispered into her ear, "How noble of you Sakura..." Sakura had laced her grip gently around Madara's arm and she couldn't help but blush deeply. How was it that she had never noticed how seductive his voice was? At that moment, Madara brought her closer to his chest so that the sensation of this particular female's company made his muscles ripple happily.

All though he had sounded as if he were going to do harm, which Sakura was fully aware that if he had truly wanted to he would be able to restrain her with ease, when in fact he did the complete opposite of harming her. Suddenly, Sakura heard the familiar pop of a cap and he gently placed his hands which now held Sakura's intoxicating scented soap on her body and tenderly began washing away all of the blood, dirt, and grime on her body.

"M...Madara...?" Sakura's voice slightly trembled out, only for him to release an extremely satisfied hum as a reply, "I... I thought you were going to..." Madara instantly began to chuckle before she could even finish her sentence, "Sakura, I won't force you to do anything against your will. I have no intention of sullying my own reputation."

He merely stated this as if it were a dire hard fact before adding, "Stand." Without anymore questions asked, Sakura stood up and oddly, it did not bother her whenever he washed her breasts, or anywhere else private for that matter. It was one less chore she had to do... especially when she was so exhausted over the past seven or eight days she had, had.

For some odd reason, Madara truly enjoyed washing this pink haired female's locks. No matter what circumstance she was now in, she still loved her head rubbed as she teetered half way asleep already; making the unruly spiky haired man quickly pull her into his lap once again. Once her hair was fully washed, he pulled out a ribbon to tie her hair up to let the conditioner he had just placed in her already silky locks to sit for a few minutes.

Noticing how she was falling asleep, he decided to rile the kunoichi up by making her completely flustered, "Once I'm done with you, would you like to wash... my body Sakura..." Sakura's eyes flew open and her face instantly turned bright red, "Y-You mean... you'd let me...?" To be honest, Madara had the body a god could only wish to have, yet never obtain. So it was safe to say that her answer had come from mere curiosity due to the medic in her. Raising his only visible eyebrow, Madara grinned smugly, "Would I have suggested it if I had been jesting?"

Now she was truly interested and completely forgot the promise she had made to sweet Izuna at that point. Once Madara rinsed her long pink locks out, he ran his fingers through it happily, only for Sakura to look at him and grab his more "manly" scented soap; which honestly smelled really good in her opinion. Sakura carefully began to scrub each and every finely sculpted muscle on his body until she came to his mane, which was only a bit shorter than her own.

He was in pure bliss as Sakura used her nails to really work in his shampoo, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head, "You truly... know how to please a man in the bath Sakura..." She didn't know why, but this comment made Sakura giggle softly before continuing the same procedure he had went through with her. However, tying all of that unruly spiky mane up was trickier than Sakura had imagined.

Finally she rinsed his hair out and got out, stretching her muscles the moment she placed a towel around her body and not even paying attention to when Madara even got out or put a towel on his body. He never ceased to amaze her as she allowed a slightly shocked facial expression to grace her features.

Suddenly, Madara closed in on Sakura rather quickly and pinned her between his arms that had been placed on the wall with his large manly hands behind the pinkette. The moist hot breath of Madara Uchiha suddenly graced Sakura's neck and assaulted each and every one of her senses, causing her hair to stand up on end; yet no longer in a frightened sense but in a sensation she hadn't felt since... "Sasuke..." She whispered softly.

Madara looked entirely too confused, yet the moment she said Sasuke's name, it hit her like a massive fireball jutsu, "OH HELL! IZUNA!" Sakura swiftly leaned up and placed a soft kiss on Madara's cheek before bolting out of the bath house. A promise... she had made a damn promise! Running back to her house, she quickly put her brand new black Uchiha short yukata top and slightly swore under her breath at how she hadn't payed attention when Madara had laced it on her.

Placing a pair of underwear and short black spandex shorts on, Sakura bolted towards Izuna's room while holding her yukata shirt shut with her hands. Suddenly she heard his voice call out, "Hold it." The pinkette quickly skidded to a stop only to see Madara standing there still wrapped in a towel. 'Good lord, why does his body have to be... I mean...' Out of nowhere, her inner self decided to chime in, 'SEXY, CHA!' panting heavily, Sakura looked at Madara as he held his hand out, "Give it."

Sighing in defeat, Sakura handed the obi to Madara and he chuckled softly as he tied it around her waist snugly, not too loose to the point where anything indecent showed and not too tight to the point where she possibly would pass out from lack of oxygen, "Thank you Madara." She gave him a charming smile and he quickly averted his gaze away, "I... was just paying you back..." Tilting her head slightly, Sakura was utterly confused, "Huh?" Raising an eyebrow at the rushing pink haired kunoichi, Madara simply pointed to his cheek.

Not fully understanding what he meant, Sakura then got an 'AH!' look on her face and leaned up and again, kissed his cheek softly; causing this practically indestructible man to blush madly, "Can I ask you something?" He stood firm, yet realized he had never been good at this type of thing, "Will-" Sakura then nodded, "Yeah, yeah, hold that thought!" Sakura then bolted towards Izuna's room... leaving Madara in one FOUL mood.

. . .

Finally reaching Izuna's room panting heavily, Sakura reached up and knocked gently, only to hear a muffled and saddened, 'Yeah... go ahead and enter...' All Sakura could think about was how sad he had sounded before opening the door. Izuna's face almost instantly brightened as he jumped up, "Sakura! You came! I knew you'd keep your promise!" Nodding lightly, Sakura entered the room before closing Izuna's door gently without knowing someone would be listening.

Sitting beside the male whom resembled a little piece of home was extremely comforting as Sakura smiled brightly and cheekily before Izuna began to speak, "So... you really going to marry my battle hungry brother...?" Sakura slowly shifted her gaze upward as she rose one finger to lightly tap on her chin, "Hm, I dunno. I mean, well... well..." Sakura's voice slightly trailed off as she began to remember the Fourth Great Ninja War all over again...

'All off the death... all of the carnage... all of the cries for help... and all of the sorrow...' The pinkette thought to herself as she averted her gaze from Izuna. He did not need to know about what laid dormant within the future and she definitely refused to be the one who would cause a massive rift between the two brothers who were obviously so close. That had been something she had sworn to protect, and this decision was made by no one else but herself.

Izuna waited patiently for Sakura to continue and whenever she did, her face fell to look at the ground, "I don't know... if I could handle all of that pain..." Izuna nodded slightly, "I understand the feeling. There have been many times where I have begged Madara to stop all of the blood shed, but he just doesn't listen." Pain shot through Sakura's heart at that very moment; not knowing what would be the right thing to do, nor what would be the wrong thing to do.

The more the two talked, the more the person on the outside seethed; clutching his fists tightly until his knuckles turned a ghostly white and clenching his teeth together so roughly that his jaw now hurt due to the longevity of the mass amounts of pressure now being administrated by himself. By the end of the night, Madara had gone back into his room with someone else, clearly not considering the true consequences of his actions.

Remembering how she had left Madara earlier that night, Sakura stood abruptly; causing Izuna to look up at her with a puzzled expression, "Where are you headed off to?" Sakura gave an apologetic smile, "I'm just going to tell Madara good night." She smiled brightly at the male who could practically be Sasuke's twin and gave the thumbs up, "I'll be back... maybe... Well, I'll try!" Izuna laughed and nodded until he suddenly remembered a small piece of information, "Um... before you go Sakura..."

Sakura turned her head, causing her thigh long pink locks to float angelically around her, "What is it Izuna?" Izuna looked down almost instantly so that he did not have to look the pinkette in the eye before speaking, "I... I wouldn't go if I were you..." Sakura didn't fully understand as to what he meant so she giggled and fanned her hand, "Don't you worry about me Izuna! I'm an Uchiha!" Saying nothing more, Sakura waved before bolting out of the room towards Madara's room.

Slowing whenever she was growing close to Madara's room, she didn't hear anything at first; so she continued to walk until she was near his room... that's whenever she heard it. The sounds of moaning and groaning escaping through the male's door. Hoping that these moans were from a different room, Sakura shakily rose a single hand to reach for the door and slid it open, only to see something she wish she honestly and truly hadn't, "M...Madara... you... her... I..."

Tears filled this young girls emerald green orbs as Madara's head snapped towards the door and growled angrily before noticing the tears falling from Sakura's frozen form; almost as if she were in some state of shock. Suddenly, the long black and blue haired man roughly shoved the concubine off of his godly form, "S...Sakura!?" She merely lowered her head until her bangs covered her shimmering, tear filled, and pain struck eyes.

Madara didn't know what else to say except, "SAKURA! LET ME EXPLAIN!" Raising one of her fists angrily, Sakura rammed it forward, connecting with his jaw and breaking it in the process, "NEVER ASK ME TO HEAL YOU AGAIN! DO YOU HEAR ME!?" At that point, the woman with the pain filled heart turned her form and began to dash away back to Izuna's room. All Madara could say was, "What have I done...?" That's when the concubine decided to get smart, "TCH! As if an outsider could be accepted into the Uchiha Clan! She's ugly, a freak, and only uses BRUTE force! NO man in their right mind will want to marry HER."

This caused Madara to snap as he stalked towards the female who sold her body to make a living. The moment the legendary ninja stood in front of this concubine, he shot his hands out and swiftly caught the woman's neck; snapping it within seconds before throwing her body to the side roughly, "Well, I guess that makes fifty bitches who have pissed me off to the point of their death. To no matter though, all this means is she no longer had any luck on her side." Was the last thing he said before sulking out of his room and ordering one of the servants to cleanse his room.

Sakura kept running and running until she slammed Izuna's door wide open and making him jump slightly, "Oh Sakura, it's... just... you..." By the end of the sentence, Izuna was fully aware of what had just happened; Sakura had caught Madara with one of his concubines. The pain was written all over her face, yet what disgusted him the most was that his own flesh and blood had done this to such a beautiful individual.

"Please Izuna... just... just don't ask me how it went..." He could clearly see the tears falling from Sakura's eyes and suddenly felt all of the misery in the world indirectly laid upon his shoulders. Beginning to seethe over his brother's actions; especially after their father had announced that the two would be getting married shortly.

He couldn't even imagine as to how this saddened beautiful woman before him felt. Even though they had met over a week ago, she had only arrived the day prior and was pushed into a clan she may or may not know anything about before practically being forced to become his BROTHER'S wife.

Scooting over in his bed, the young male gently pat the vacant spot next to him; which Sakura was all too thankful for. She had been missing Naruto and Sasuke so much to the point that the moment she sat down and eased herself down; her weary mind was laid to rest. This was the one day that Sakura was thankful for being able to fall asleep the moment she hit the pillow on whomever's bed she had decided to fall asleep in.

On that very night, Izuna felt a tug at his heart as he noticed Sakura fast asleep beside him, 'It's not me that she is crying over. She is shedding tears... over the loss of my brother...' At this point in time, Izuna was just thankful that Sakura and himself had grown so close in a record breaking amount of time.

Laying his tired body back, Izuna had fully intended on keeping his hands to himself. However, you cannot control any movements once you are in the world of dreams. Falling asleep rather quickly came to a shock to the younger Uchiha brother and he knew fully why. He was now sleeping beside the woman he had grown to love within a little over a week.

As he slept, Izuna unknowingly wrapped his arms securely around Sakura and nuzzled his face into the silkiness of her long pink locks; her scent forcing him to stay within his dream world, but like all good things... everything that is worth holding onto, comes at far to great of a price...

. . .

At the moment, Madara appeared as if he were still a toddler throwing a raging fit over a toy his parents would refuse to get. Everyone knew all too well once Madara was in a foul mood, you steer clear of him. Even speaking to him would end up costing you your very life. So all servants who knew this quickly began to avoid the raging black and blue tinted long haired male as he stalked down the halls towards his younger brother's room to vent like he always did; not fully expecting to see what he witnessed that night.

If someone were to suddenly ask Madara if he had fallen in love with Sakura, they knew he would just instantly laugh and dismiss the words that had just been spoken to him, but he knew he would be lying to himself. Though it may not just yet be love, he did feel something for the pinkette.

Slamming Izuna's door open, Madara's eyes widened at the sight before him until rage took a hold of his very being. Izuna was attempting to worm his way between Sakura and himself. A clever tactic, but foolish whenever up against someone such as himself.

Stalking up to Sakura, the infuriated male shot his hand out, grasped Sakura's silky long locks and hurled her off of the bed; causing her to slam into a wall and forcing all air to abandon her lungs due to the shock. Suddenly shooting awake, Izuna tiredly peered at the male, "Oh... hey big brother Madara... something wrong?"

By this point, the legendary male clenched his teeth together tightly, "Oh, I don't know Izuna. You tell me!" Madara instantly pointed towards the pink haired medical kunoichi, whom at the time, was gasping for air. Shooting his elder brother a look of hatred, Izuna finally spat out, "She came to me of her own free will Madara, all thanks to YOU harming her already damaged heart!" This caused Madara to take a step back slightly as Izuna continued, "You finally ran out of LUCK Madara! I can't say I blame her though. Which concubine did she catch your dirtied hands with this time!?"

Madara was completely shocked by the way his younger sibling was now speaking to him. Usually, he was Izuna's idol and he was constantly looking up to his big brother for everything he had done as a warrior. EVERYTHING was all for Izuna's sake, yet the moment a beautiful woman enters their life, Izuna almost instantly turned his back on him.

Looking towards Sakura, the one overly the top pissed off male sulked towards her and grasped her by her silky long locks and begun dragging her out of the room; leaving Izuna, for once in his lifetime... speechless...

The following morning, Sakura awoke feeling sore as if she had been beaten to hell and back as Madara sat in his throne idly with his head propped up on a single hand; waiting for the sleeping beauty to awaken. The moment he confirmed that the newest female member of their clan had indeed fully woken up, Madara gave a sinister grin, "Well, good morning my soon wife to be. You were marvelous for me last night..."

For some odd reason, Sakura couldn't remember a single detail regarding the previous night. The moment she opened her mouth to utter a single word, nothing came out. Her throat... had almost been fully crushed. Attempting to move forward was futile considering Madara had chained her arms and legs against the wall, fully restricting any movements.

Just by feeling, Sakura could tell that she now honed a broken eyebrow, busted nose, broken arm, each of her toes had been snapped and cracked open, a few of her ribs her had been broken, both ankles had been shattered, and her lip had been badly busted open; not to mention the bruising that now littered and showered her porcelain skin.

"I wonder..." Madara paused momentarily to move his bangs away from his eyes; only to activate his Mangekyo Sharingan and place Sakura under a genjutsu; a world of his sick and twisted creation. All harm done to her in the genjutsu world, was actively being done in the real life as silent screams attempted to pierce the still air that currently hung around them.

Grinning, the legendary ninja grabbed Sakura's right hand pointer finger and began slowly bending it in an unnatural direction before the audible sound of the bone snapping could be heard and tears began flowing down her face as she mouthed, 'Please stop.' Placing his hand against his very own ear, Madara leaned in, "What was that my love? If you must know... I do not enjoy punishing you."

Sakura had to endure three more days of torture before not only Izuna burst through the door, but Tajima as well. Glaring at his sadistic first born child, Tajima walked over to Sakura and only said a few words to Madara, "Madara... Sakura will no longer become your wife. We shall choose for you a wife that will give us aid and support during battle. I have called upon many noble clans, however only one answered. You shall be marrying a Yamanaka heiress. Sakura will now be wed to Izuna. There shall be no complaints over the issue fully at hand. Now, give me the key."

Gritting his teeth angrily; Madara didn't toss the key, no, he ended up hurling the key so that it had been perfectly inserted into the hand cuffs that had been restraining Sakura's arms and a separate key was hurled into the shackles restraining her leg movements, "TSK... I never want... to see that... that b-bitch ever again!" Izuna's eyes widened at the picture in front of his very eyes.

The man known as a god when on the battlefield... was now... shedding tears of remorse, regret, pain, and anguish. Izuna knew fully well that Madara would torment himself over this major loss for the rest of his life. In all honesty, this younger Uchiha brother had never once seen his mighty elder brother cry for any other female in his entire life.

As Sakura was lifted into Tajima's arms limply; the father of the two men turned towards his eldest son, "Son... SON! Look at me!" Madara slowly glanced up as the river of regret continued to flow aimlessly down his face. Tajima scowled angrily, "Tell me, whenever you look at what is in my arms, do you actually see Sakura anymore!?" Madara actually flinched at these words as Tajima continued, "WELL SON!?"

Clenching his fists tightly, Madara sank one of his canines into his bottom lip until blood began to flow down; constantly reminding Madara that he was indeed... only human. Biting down rougher, he finally answered his father, "NO AND I REGRET IT MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW IZUNA!? YOU GET YOUR WISH!" Izuna's eyes instantly widened before he looked down, "No big brother, I'm not happy that you would stoop so low... as to harm your own fiance. DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND MADARA!?"

As of the moment, the heir that would gain leadership over the Uchiha clan could barely move as his younger brother clenched his fists and looked away, "She will NEVER love me... the way she has come adore YOU!" With this comment, Madara felt as if his own has heart had temporarily stopped beating as Izuna continued, "The reason she went to your room last night was so..." Izuna now had to speak through his clenched jaw, "...so that YOU would hold onto her... NOT me!"

Now falling to his knees, the great and almighty Madara Uchiha sobbed in frustration due to his very own actions. At that very moment, Sakura stirred awake and looked at Tajima weakly as he activated his Sharingan to read her lips, 'Everything Izuna said was the truth... However, I forgive you Madara...' Tajima repeated for her. Madara's eyes widened immensely and his head rose to stare at Sakura as if she were the greatest thing on this wretched earth right now.

Sighing, Tajima glanced to Sakura, "For now, we will place you in the infirmary considering we must prepare for war." Sakura almost instantly shook her head and, with her good hand, pointed towards the diamond on her forehead. Raising his eyebrow, Tajima didn't quite follow until she activated her one hundred healing jutsu; causing tribal markings to begin covering her face and entire body. Once activated, Sakura's wounds began to heal in an unnatural speed.

Within one minute, all of the damage that had been dealt was now healed, causing each and every personnel within the room to gain widened eyes, making Sakura grin, "Don't count me out of the fight just yet!" Sakura then gave a wink to Madara and Izuna before running to change into all of her brand new Uchiha Clan branded gear.

It was almost as if all of this happened in a blink of an eye as Madara stood with his arms folded waiting for the enemy. Roughly one hour passed and Hashirama Senju and the rest of the Senju's slowly came to a halt whenever Madara dropped from the sky and with his forearm, leaned on his left knee, "IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME! I'VE BEEN WAITING, HASHIRAMA!" Hashirama instantly pointed at Madara, "I'll deal with you later!" Suddenly, Madara's face fell and slightly sweat dropped, "Auhhh..."

Madara couldn't believe this as Hashirama spoke, "First I have to stop your clan!" This made Madara chuckle, clearly not amused before releasing a gentle sigh, "He hasn't changed a bit. We were never on the same page." Suddenly Sakura walked forward and laced her fingers through Madara's as a way to move past all that had happened, causing him to grace Sakura with a genuine smile and tenderly gave her gloved hand a gentle squeeze.

Hashirama quickly noticed the "new girl" within the Uchiha Clan's ranks and placed his hands on his hips before leaning back to release a fit of playful laughter, "I see, I see! Good for you old friend! You found yourself one hell of a catch!" Madara snapped his head towards his old buddy and sneered, "YOU'RE DAMN STRAIGHT I DID!"

By that moment in time, all of the Senju warriors eyes were wide... as if anyone... could love Madara Uchiha. Many of the Senju warriors began to gossip between one another and make snide remarks as Hashirama suddenly turned around to point indirectly at all of his men, "Nothing is funny about this!" Hashirama then turned around once again to now point at Sakura, "You! Young lass!"

Sakura had learned the 'speak' hand motion all thanks to Madara and the man began to speak, "Please, I beg of you... Please take care of my friend..." Sakura smiled brightly and sweetly, "Oh I intend to as long as nothing... breaks..." Sakura then glanced to Madara who sweat dropped and Izuna began to cackle over the entire situation.

It was official, Hashirama was about ninety eight percent confused by now and shook his head, "Madara, can we not stop this fighting?! I don't want to have to take you down!" Madara then rose an eyebrow, "Are you implying you can take me down at any moment?" Shaking his head, the wood style user looked into his friend's eyes, "No, I'm not! I just don't want us to fight anymore!"

Sakura then gave a soft and gentle look to Madara before tenderly squeezing his hand, "The choice is yours Madara..." She only hoped he would make the correct decision, but she was not going to count her chickens before they had hatched. She was far too aware that Madara... was one to be feared on the battlefield...

[A/N: Update complete! Hope you all enjoy this more!]