Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Summary: Sakura is heiress to the prestiges Haruno clan, known for its unmatchable healing capabilities and for the women, unique fertility qualities. In the heat of the War between the Uchiha and the Senju, the Uchiha seek out allegiance from the Haruno clan. But Sakura's father is weary, and does not want to get involved. How far will the Uchiha go to get what they want? What happens when the Senju finds out what they are up to? Sakura gets pulled into the middle of it.. But her abilities are hers to give. [Madara x Sakura x Izuna] possible [Tobirama x Sakura]
"Kizashi-sama, a messenger has arrived for you."
The plum haired man glanced up from his scrolls and peered curiously at the girl. She was a Haruno, but she was one of the branch members, and her job like all the others of that status were to maintain the Clan compound and see to the needs of the main branch members. 'What was her name again?' Kizashi raised an eyebrow as he placed the scroll that was in his hands down and leaned back in his chair. He winced as his spine made popping noises, having to realign from him sitting in a poor position for too long.
"At this hour? Must be something good." Yuki. That was her name. How could he forget? He needed rest.
"He said it was urgent." Yuki mumbled under her breath, her eyes darting nervously to her side before she leans forward with a hand to the side of her face. "My lord, he's an Uchiha."
"A WHAT?" Kizashi sputtered as he nearly fell out of his chair. The Uchiha never delivered messages in such a way. They always used some kind of predatory bird. A raven, an owl, a hawk. Never one of their own clans men. The Uchiha and Senju were in the heat of war and could not spare a single man, even a simple messenger. Kizashi felt his stomach drop, but he quickly regained his composure. He stood from his chair just as this Uchiha messenger flung his office door open.
The Uchiha stepped into the room without haste, and stood in front of the office desk placed in the middle of the room. He said nothing, and glared at Yuki who was standing still to his side with wide, nervous eyes. She took that as her que, and quickly bowed to her clan head and made her way out, almost tripping over her kimono as she did so. Quietly, she closed the doors behind them but stayed close by to listen in on the conversation.
"Haruno-sama." The Uchiha messenger bowed, but not so low as to lose eye contact. "I have a message for you from the Uchiha clan head himself and he expects your reply immediately. As you know, our clan has been at war with the Senju and we require your allegiance. We require your assistance in healing as well as resources. For your cooperation, the Uchiha clan will ensure your clans safety. You yourself will obtain a seat in the future council, and your clan will be provided with forest lands once we exterminate those vermin Senju." The messenger smugly smiled at that last part.
"Vermin Senju? I've had no issues with them. They stay out of our way, we have no reason to start bad blood with them." Kizashi said sternly as he placed a hand on his beard in thought. "Last I've heard, the Senju is winning this petty war of yours."
"You heard wrong. It would be in your best interests, Kizashi-sama, to accept. Uchiha are dangerous to have as an enemy."
"Uchiha are dangerous, period." Kizashi retorted. 'What would Mebuki do?' he thought to himself. His clan had flourished beautifully over the years. What was once a small family grew into a prestigious clan, humbled and blessed by the mountain goddess herself with the ability to produce strong heirs, and possess unmatched healing abilities. Their chakra had grown to become something so unique. Pure, and calming, unlike most clans whose chakra practically stank with destruction and death. They had an abundance of resources, for their mountain was as fertile as their women and produced the best crops. They had more money than they needed because of the healing services and hospitals they provide for the civilian villages surrounding the mountain. 'Thanks to Sakura..'he pondered on. His beloved and only daughter. What would his dear Sakura think of all this? She hated the war. She was on the front lines when it came to healing the innocent civilians that got caught in the cross fires. From sun up to sun down, she would slave away at each clinic and do her best to save as many lives as she could. At times, he would have to send down one of the branch members to fetch her, and they would have to carry her back home.
Kizashi glanced back at the Uchiha who was clearly getting impatient with him.
"I need to discuss things with my clan. You may stay in our guest wing for the night and rest. I will give you my answer in the morning. Yuki-san!"
The door quickly opened, and Kizashi made a face at her knowing very well that she was listening in on the conversation. "Y-yes, Kizashi-sama?" She replied shyly as she bowed her head.
"Please show...Uchiha-san. To the guest quarters and get him something to eat. Also, prepare the bath. He will be staying for the night so also alert our guards of this." The Uchiha glared at Kizashi but quickly averted his eyes, understanding that his clan would most likely do the same.
Yuki made a face at the messenger when she thought he was not looking at her and nodded once to Kizashi. "Hai. Right this way, Uchiha-san." She stepped to the side and directed for him to follow.
The Uchiha bowed, and followed the girl without another word. Kizashi waited for the door to click shut before he let go of the breath he had no idea he was holding and slumped back into his chair.
What a night.
She couldn't sleep. Something was happening. It wasn't just the fact that she could feel an unknown presence in her father's office, but the lower branch members that were on duty were making quite the fuss. They seemed nervous and busied themselves. But what irritated her the most was, no one would talk to her. Throwing her large comforter over her body, she swung her feet over the side of her bed and stood up.
If they weren't going to give her answers, she was going to get them herself.
The white marbled floors felt like ice against her feet, but her mind was elsewhere. She hurried herself to find her silk robe to throw over her nightgown- fortunately the day before was laundry day so she could wear her black one. Made it easier to sneak around. Even though her hair was bright pink…
She rolled her eyes at herself and shivered, then tied the robe tightly, and fashioned her long pink tresses into a messy bun. She knew her father would be leaving his study soon, and he always checks up on her before he goes off to bed. It was a force of habit from when she was a kid and would get nightmares.
So she created a fake pillow version of herself under her blankets on her bed, and made it look like she was just curled up under the covers, fast asleep. He falls for it every time, so she wasn't worried.
Once she was satisfied with her work she walked to her window and slid it open silently, then slipped out into the night. Whomever it was that was causing such a stir would be staying in the guest wing, which was strategically placed a good distance away from the main house, towards the corner of the property where the guards could keep proper watch. Ever since there was an assassination attempt on her great grandmother years ago, the whole estate was rebuilt from the ground up so that would not happen ever again.
Sakura swiftly made her way through the compound, masking her chakra expertly so that she wouldn't alert any of the guards or servants that were currently on duty. She didn't know why, but she had to know what was going on. She had a gut feeling that she could not shake, and now that she was thinking about it, realized that she did not recognize the type of aura the visitor had. She knew he was a shinobi, and she knew he was powerful. She could tell he was masking part of his chakra to appear weaker because for a brief second she felt it spike, and then the branch members started scurrying about frantically. There was something big going on and she was going to find out what, but first, she had to figure out who was occupying the guest wing.
"What is your name, Uchiha-san? Or should I just call you Uchiha-san? Do you have the Sharingan as well? Oh, of course you do. I mean you're an Uchiha. What's your clan like? Are the men in your clan as handsome as you are? Do you have any siblings?"
This Yuki girl was a nuisance. She was supposed to lead him to the guest quarters, not ask him a million questions.
"Are all Haruno women this annoying?" He spat back. Gods, just shut her the hell up. Yuki continued to lead him through the gardens towards the other side of the compound. He mentally took notes of the compounds layout, and counted out how many guards were on post.
The girl, Yuki, walked up a few set of stairs and in front of a fusuma. She turned to him with an amused glint in her eyes and a cheeky smile "I'll never tell. This is where you will be staying, Uchiha-san. You will find all that you need in there, and there is an outdoor bath located through the back. Isn't that great? We just had it installed just a few weeks ago and you'll be the first to use it!" Yuki chipped as she opened the sliding fusuma for him to enter and gave him a deep bow. "Rest up, Uchiha-san. I will fetch you in the morning and take you to Kizashi-sama."
The Uchiha messenger just nodded once before heading into the room. It was simple, with a bed and basic lighting. It smelled of flowers and trees- for a clan that apparently rarely has visitors they still kept the guest room ready for use. He took note of the two windows and the two doors, one in the front where he had just walked in, and one in the back like that servant girl Yuki had said. If he focused, he could smell the scented water of the bath that had just been drawn for him moments ago. The Harunos clearly lived up to the rumors. Rumors that they had an abundance of wealth, so much in fact that they did not know what to do with it. He had visited the many clinics and hospitals said to be owned and ran by the Harunos in the civilian villages on his way up the mountain, and needless to say, he was impressed. But he would never admit that out loud.
Closing his eyes, he mentally turned on a switch and when he opened his eyes again they swirled with red. He quickly did one more once over of the room, making sure it wasn't bugged or riddled with traps. Satisfied that it was safe enough, he deactivated his Sharingan and began to shrug off his armor. It was a long journey from Uchiha territory to the Harunos, and he had made no stops along the way. That bath was practically calling his name.
Snatching the small towel that was placed on a beautifully crafted shelf by the back door, he wrapped it around his waist loosely and stepped out. 'Definitely rich.' He thought to himself as he took in the sight before him. There was a short staircase leading to a ground level pool that could easily be considered a hot spring. There were petals of all sorts inside of the scented, warm water. To the left of the spring was an ornate variety of soaps and scrubbing devices. He noted the bamboo walls that surrounded the pool and connected to the guest wing, allowing privacy. He wasn't one for fancy things, but he was tired and he smelled horrible. With what seemed like the hundreth sigh that day, he dropped his towel to the ground and made his way to the water.
And that's when he heard it.
The fit of giggles behind him that had his Sharingan activated instantly and him spinning his head around. There stood Yuki, and some other servent girl, peeking their heads out from behind the fusuma that lead to his room.
"S-Sorry, Uchiha-san, but you didn't answer us when we called, we just wanted to let you know that we've prepared some food for you for when you are finished!" Giggled out Yuki with her face beat red. The other girl had nearly fainted and had turned around, whisper-shouting 'Yuki! Don't lie!' behind her hands.
The Uchiha slipped and he released a spike of killing intent but quickly regained his composure. 'Damn it!' He scolded himself. If they found out who he was, then things would become a lot more difficult. The Harunos would realize just how desperate the Uchihas are for aid and that was not allowed.
The servant girls scattered, muttering more sorries under their breaths as they scurried out of the area.
He waited until he knew for sure no one was there, before he made his way into the bath and began to wash himself. He would not take his time like how he originally had planned should those girls decide to make up an excuse to see his naked form again.
"How annoying."
Sakura made it to the guest wing in a short amount of time. Reaching out with her senses she could feel the presence inside, and she had already had an idea of what just happened, considering Yuki and Fuu had just been gushing about how handsome and hung their guest was. Perverts.
She decided to wait outside, and make herself known by him so that he may invite her in himself. She lightly knocked on the wood of the wall, knowing that he was a honed shinobi and would be able to hear and feel her. Moments later, the fusuma slid open and on the other side was a very irritated, very wet, Uchiha.
He looked pissed off at first but then he just stared and looked confused. He didn't say anything.
"Uh.." Sakura started, but she didn't know what to say. I mean, he was literally just staring. He probably never seen a girl with pink hair before. "Hi? My name is Sakura Haruno, I'm Kizashi-sans only daughter… May I come in?" She spoke softly, hoping that the guards don't see catch her.
The messenger said nothing, just stepped to the side.
Sakura gracefully stepped in, keeping her chin high and her steps graceful, remembering all that her tutors taught her on how to act like a proper heiress. Even if she was in nothing but her silk bed robes. 'Shit. I didn't think that through very well.' She thought to herself but kept her composure. She noticed a large tray with several different foods that had been laid out for him. She made her way over to it, and plucked a piece of grilled fish, then turned to him and looked him in the eyes to be sure he was still paying attention.
"Your food's going to get cold, Uchiha-san." She popped the piece of fish into her mouth and chewed, placing a delicate hand over her mouth to not show herself speaking with her mouthful "I'm sure you're famished."
He walked over to the tray himself and glanced at the food. "I was still assessing if it was poisoned."
"You're joking, right?"
He said nothing. Just stared at her. What's with all the staring?
"So..That chakra spike earlier.." Sakura began as she pulled her long hair over her right shoulder and idly began to play with the strands. "You're no actual messenger, are you? That killing intent was incredible… and stupid."
"I did not expect to be spied on while washing myself." Glared at her and hissed back with a faint blush on his cheeks. Damn these Haruno women.
"Oh, I heard about that on my way here.. Sorry. We don't get shinobi visitors often, most are civilians and civilian men are.." she trailed off and placed a finger on her chin "Boring."
He scoffed at her, and grabbed the tray of food before making his way over to a ledge by the window to sit. Keeping his eyes trained on her, he slowly began to eat. His shoulders were still tense, and that was when she noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of loose black training sweats that he most likely brought with him. 'This would look so incredibly bad if anyone found us here!' Sakura thought to herself. She reached out once more with her chakra just to be sure the coast was still clear.
"Are you going to tell me your name, fake messenger-san? I gave you mine."
The Uchiha sat and thought for a second as he continued to eat. Should he tell her who she is? He didn't see why not, in fact, forming some kind of bond with the heiress could benefit the clan and help convince Kizashi to become allies. He was surprised to know that Kizashi even had a daughter, he had only heard about his two sons that had left their mountain home to train. Making his decision, he turned his head back to her with his Sharingan swirling wildly and a smug grin on his face.
"My name is Uchiha Izuna."
'Shit.'
A/N: Bare with me, okay? It's my first story and I'm crazy nervous. I rewrote this damn chapter at least three times, from complete scratch. Desperately trying NOT to make Sakura a Mary Sue. There's so much planned for this story, so if you're willing to partake in this journey with me… I'd be more than happy to share it with you.
Also, I have no Beta reader so please don't mind any errors. I've reread several times but still making adjustments.
Please, be gentle!
-Whiski