This is a drabble series where I'm going to dump all my little ideas for MadaSaku over time. ;)

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MadaSaku Drabbles

Portents

He was stunned.

If he'd had an actual beating heart in his chest at the time, it probably would have stopped briefly at the sight of her. As it was, as soon as Obito's rinne rebirth kicked in, there were physical reactions. How could there not be? This kunoichi who fought alongside the enemy was the spitting image of a woman he'd known years ago, back before the Uchiha and Senju had formed their alliance.

She was the spitting image of the love of his life.

It was like he was looking at an exact replica. Right down to the pink strands of her hair, the green shade of her eyes, her physical features were an exact match. Even her name, Sakura, as he heard the jinchuuriki boy call her. She couldn't possibly be her descendant, she'd never told him about there having been anyone else. The mere thought of his Sakura having ever touched another man, even if it was before she'd ever met him…

Skewering her through the gut was oddly therapeutic after that thought.

When that diamond appeared on the girl's forehead, things got worse for him. What if this really was his Sakura? But how? She showed no sign of recognition in her face, beyond knowing the basics of who he was, like all the other shinobi. It did not portend well for him and his plans if it was her, as it would indicate that she had yet to…

He scoffed at himself at that point. Time travel was impossible, he was sure. No matter the fact that she was an exact replica, no matter the fact that since she was younger than the Sakura he remembered, there was still technically opportunity for her to go back. It was a ridiculous thought to entertain, so he put it out of his mind.

And then he was stabbed in the back.

And then a maniacal goddess took over.

And then spat him out.

He lay there, dying, his oldest rival and friend by his side. Hashirama noticed the direction of his gaze, and he heard him sigh.

"It's not her," he said. "That would be impossible."

Of course it would be. So Madara closed his eyes and allowed himself to die.

And woke up on the other side, where she was waiting for him. She leaned in, kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear, "It was me."

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