Title: Devil's Catch
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: MadaSaku
Summary: She shoves these thoughts from her head. Here, thoughts are useless. Mild swearing, oneshot.
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There's a certain irony, Sakura thinks, in knowing too much. Striving to be the best- the brightest- on her team. Sakura doesn't know it all and she'd never claim to, but she knows more than her fair share. She knows all of Konoha's history that can be found in the Hokage's records; she'd read everything, asked everyone, searched everywhere, so that she could know. She knew the stories of Konoha's founding, and of the great battle between the First Hokage and Uchiha Madara. She knows that the First won, and that Madara is dead.
Or, she thought he was.
There was no mistaking life in the warm hand that grasps her wrist with bone-crushing force. No mistaking in that whirling sharingan or that malicious grin. The floor is hard on Sakura's knees, her palm presses against the wooden planks to keep herself from falling completely. Cool metal grazes her neck; ever since her fight with Sasori, swords make her nervous. She bites her lip and tries not to let it show.
"Kunoichi." His voice isn't at all what she expected from the Uchiha, smooth like Sasuke's or soft like Itachi's. His voice is rough and carries weight to it; that voice wraps itself around her ears and overtakes her. She shoves these thoughts from her head. Here, thoughts are useless. "You're Haruno Sakura, right? The little friend of the Kyuubi container."
Something inside her breaks. "Fuck you," she snaps, putting all the hate she can muster into the words.
He taps her with the sword. When Madara speaks again, he sounds amused. "Feisty, aren't you?" His grip loosens, but Sakura knows that he could slice her head off before she even blinks and doesn't try to escape his hold. "I've always thought a girl needs a bit of fire in her."
"Let me go and I'll show you just how much fire I've got." The words are out before Sakura can stop them (not that she wants to).
He chuckles humorlessly and pulls at her arm just a bit; her shoulder screams in protest. "You wouldn't be trying to threaten me, would you?" The sword hovers just in her peripheral vision, as if to remind her that he could dispose of her any time he chose.
Despite this, her eyes narrow. "What kind of self-respecting kunoichi would go down like a meek little girl?"
He moves, faster than she can blink, and her arm is pinned to her back. He kneels next to her, his breath ghosting over one cheek and that damnable sword brushing the other. "You're brave, little one, I'll give you that." Her features twist in fury that only comes from patronization and she defiantly looks away from him. The motion earns her a small cut on her cheek, but she doesn't care. His lips are touching her other cheek and that burns worse than the blade. "It would be a shame to let such fire flicker and die."
A/N: This is based on a magnificent fanart of the same name by yuna2025 on deviantart. Go check it out and show her the love as well please!