Summary: Sakura is cast into a new world, a new Konoha where people have strange words on their skin. soulmates!au
Notes: these are stories from madasaku week 2016. only three can be posted here as the others are NSFW. those stories are available on my tumblr and on my ao3 account.
adrift
Sakura comes to with a blistering headache and handwriting that twines down her shoulder.
She glances at the blocky scrawl, shaking her head. Sakura immediately regrets it as the headache worsens, blooming into a throbbing mess.
She shakily raises a hand to her forehead, trying to push healing chakra into her head. It doesn't help much but at least she can string more than two thoughts together in a semi-coherent manner.
"Who are you?" a voice asks.
Sakura groans as the headache reemerges, fighting the rising nausea.
She turns over onto her back, surprised to find that she'd been lying face down to begin with.
Her gaze swims but she can make out long dark hair.
She hears a swift inhale of breath when her arm comes into view and a muttered, "He's not going to be pleased," before she falls back into unconsciousness.
The next time Sakura wakes she is much more coherent and reclining on a pallet. She sits up, running fingers through greasy hair with disgust.
At least she can access her chakra better this go round.
"You're awake," a woman says.
Sakura turns and immediately blanches. Before her stands Uzumaki Mito in the prime of her youth. Her red hair is coiled into a high braid and fūinjutsu hangs from her hair and clothing as raiment. The strangest thing, to Sakura at least, is what looks like words tattooed along her neck.
…you're gorgeous… are the only words that Sakura can make out from her position, written in an elegant script upon the column of Mito's throat. As far as Sakura can remember, the woman never received tattoos in her lifetime.
"Where am I?" Sakura asks warily even as she sends out a burst of energy to dispel any genjutsu.
There is none.
"You are in Konoha," Mito replies, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "Do you not remember being brought here?"
Sakura shakes her head slowly.
"We noticed your Mark," Mito explains, gesturing to Sakura's bare arm. "You see, my husband, my Soulmark, recognized the writing and we brought you here."
"Mark? What do you mean Mark?" Sakura asks.
"Oi! Stop barring the doors! Do you know who I am? That is my Soulmark in there!" an angry voice calls.
The door is forced open and Sakura catches the way Mito sighs with exasperation. Sakura is more caught up in who just came through the door.
Uchiha Madara.
Enemy of Konoha.
He stands before her, eyes wide and full of hope before clearing his throat. "It is a pleasure to meet you," he says softly. "My name is Uchiha Madara. May I have the pleasure of your name?"
Sakura gasps as her arm tingles, the words shining a bright gold before settling back to a dark grey. She glances down in consternation.
What is this?
A…what had Mito called it?
A Mark?
Madara is still looking at her expectantly, a smile on his face as he stares at her arm. There is something…hungry in his gaze that worries Sakura slightly.
Scratch that; it worries her a lot.
"My name is none of your business, asshole!" she says heatedly.
To her surprise his smile widens and he strides toward her, grin bright and happy.
"It is you," he murmurs quietly. "I…I'd given up hope."
Sakura eyes him warily as he moves even closer, drawing her into a close embrace.
Sakura is surrounded in the scent of bonfire and pines. She glances helplessly at Mito over Madara's shoulder as the woman smiles a bit tearfully. When Madara's shoulders begin to shake slightly, Sakura tentatively rubs at his back.
She's not in Konoha anymore.
At least, not her Konoha.