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"Mistress?" A soft voiced called her from her slumber.

She lifted her tousled head sleepily. Who was this woman and why was she calling her Mistress? Yesterday came flooding back to her and she moaned into the pillow, suppressing the tears that pricked her eyes. Again the soft voice called out to her. Sighing deeply she sat up, her nakedness bared to the woman. At the moment she didn't care about modesty, to lost in her own thoughts.

"I will help you dress and take you out to the garden for breakfast."

Sakura nodded numbly.

She sat at the vanity and let the servant do up her hair in neat array of small buns stretching across the middle-back of her head; weaving white delicate flowers into her masterpiece she had made for her mistress. Sakura looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a beautifully ornamented kimono; the colors of white, black, and red. The Uchiha symbol stamped proudly on the shoulder sleeves on both sides and the back. The back symbol was larger than its counterparts. The servant bowed respectfully.

"Come Mistress, this way."

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Madara swayed slightly, his head aches returning. He was losing his sight and that made him unnerved. His younger brother was by his side tending to him. In the swirling mix of pain, pink flowing hair and sparkling green eyes calmed him for a moments time, then with horror he saw her fade into the darkness. He didn't want to lose his sight. Lose the sharing an that was revered all over the shinobi nations. The nations he would later conquer.

"Brother, what can I do to help you?" His younger brother leaned closer.

Madara reached for the source of light in the darkness.

"Forgive me."

"GAAHH"

Thus, Madara plucked his brothers eyes for his own.

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"Mistress, may I ask a question?" The servant said as Sakura was eating a biscuit slathered with butter and jam. The flavor exploded like little bits of bliss in her mouth and she moaned slightly. Inwardly she smiled ironically, she was in the Uchiha household and they only had the best…. It was unacceptable for them to have anything less.

"Yes?" She smiled.

"How does it feel to be on the arm of the most powerful man in the world?"

Sakura was stunned. Taking a sip of warm tea to chase down the biscuit she mulled over her answer. How did she feel? Exhilarated? Sad? Angry? She was ripped from her home into this strange place that exuded nothing but power. How long would she last in this world? Against the Uchiha that held her as his precious captive? Before she could answer a warm soothing voice entered the sunny garden.

"Leave us." It was Madara.

Sakura turned slightly to gaze at the proud male who's eyes did not stray from her exquisite form. He sat across from her and grabbed some breakfast. She sat quietly as he ate, watching the food go past his lush lips; blushing faintly at the remembrance of last night of what those lips did to her. Then her innerself rebutted with the reminder of why they were here. She in essence was his playtoy; his glorified pleasure slave to do what ever he liked. To take whenever he needed to slake his lust for soft flesh. Her pink full lips tilted downwards, Madara caught the change in mood.

"The clothing looks good on you." A small trail of butter kissed the corner of his lips and trailed to his chin. He didn't notice, but Sakura did. Leaning forward over the table she kissed the corner of his mouth, her pink tongue snaking out to lap up the trail. She sat back in shock. What possessed her to do that? Images of Sasuke had filled her head. Stupid, stupid! That's irrelevant now… Sasuke wasn't here… he wasn't even born yet!! As if sensing she was thinking about him, Madara narrowed his eyes. The scent of his masculine warmth made Sakura alone quiver as well as his darkening aura.

"Come we shall ride." He stood and offered his hand to her.

Hesitantly she took it and stood, he moved her hand and arm so that it would wrap around his like a lover. Sakura decided to make the most of the moment and laid her head on his shoulder as they walked to the stables. She always wanted an Uchiha to notice her and appreciate her; and she got one, under the most unlikely of circumstances.

The air rushed by her making her lungs close as the white steed below her ate the ground between her and Madara, who was riding a large black stallion. His Uchiha armor shining in the sun while his long black hair waved in the wind, much like her own. Both were at a full gallop, racing through the green hills. At that moment, she felt truly alive. The adrenaline pumping through her veins; her cheeks becoming pink from the wind batter and her clothes pressing against her like a second skin. Madara pulled his horse up as they neared a hill, Sakura following. She saw a band of horses and men gathered around close to the woods. They were overseeing the labor of the trees and the hauling of the wood. Sakura noticed a tall regal looking man who turned his head to gaze at the intruders. She gasped. The first Hokage!!! Madara stiffly rode up to them, ordering Sakura to stay behind him. Normally, she would retort and be wild and unwilling, but a tingle of fear that raced down her spine from the Uchiha male kept her in line.

"Fine day is it my friend?" The male with faint age lines looked from Madara to her.

"It is." Madara answered emotionlessly.

Sakura could feel the change in the air between the two men.

"We need to talk." Madara spoke again after a few moments of silence.

"Certainly." The future first Hokage moved out of ear sight of the workers and guards as Madara walked by his side astride his steed.

She would hear the hushed whispers carried on the wind.

"I told you Madara…"

"This isn't what we agreed on…"

"I told you I am the leader of this village.."

"Don't test my patience…"

"Such arrogance!"

Sakura settled her white horse by stroking its neck. Madara returned to his mistress. The lines on his face were hard and grim, he motioned for her to follow and this time it was a slow jog back to the village. He helped her down and the stable hands took the horses. Wrapping her arm around his own once again they entered the compound and proceeded down the winding hallways to his bed chambers. In there he stripped her down to her naked supple flesh. Sakura's breath and heart quivered in anticipation. He started at her neck, long and slow strokes of his lips down to the taunt peaks of the soft mounds of skin. He suckled her, making her moan and hold him to her; encouraging him to continue. The cold metal of his uniform against her heated skin made her gasp and jump. He chuckled, stripping himself of his armor and clothing. Now it was heated skin against heated skin. She traced the faint lines on his chest and shoulders; scars. Looking up at the gorgeous male with heavy lidded eyes, she surrendered to him.

Thrust after thrust the thought of Sasuke was fading and her heart, once broken, started to mend. Madara was picking up the pieces and putting them back together. A soft moan and a hard grunt, they moved together. Sweat slicked skin touched each other intimately. Sakura sighed as she reached her height and he groaned in her ear hotly as he came.

Madara placed his arm around the small female, securing her against him. They fell into a deep slumber.

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Days passed.

Months flew by.

And soon, Sakura awoke and realized she had been in this place for a whole year. Her pink hair grew long and silky. She glanced back at her sleeping partner and smiled. She had grown to love the dark and stubborn Uchiha. It was something Sasuke never gave her; acceptance, acknowledgement. He was so driven by anger and revenge it blinded him to her. He only lived to avenged his clan and she knew deep within her mended heart, that he would have never loved her in the way Madara did. She touched her swollen belly, she was six months along now. When she conceived she was nervous about how he would react; Madara was quiet and let the words sink in. Then he grabbed her to him and kissed her, she saw one of his rare smiles then. She knew, he accepted her and their unborn infant.

He woke and kissed her shoulder, rolling out of bed he dressed. Sakura had a feeling something was wrong. Sitting up slightly to reveal her full aching breasts to her lover she touched his shoulder with a gentle hand. He didn't look at her but put his arm guards on.

"My love, what troubles you?" Sakura bit her lip.

"Nothing." He turned, kissing her fully on the lips.

"I am going to settle the score with the man from the Senju clan."

Sakura gasped. The valley of the end!!! The place where Naruto and Sasuke fought amongst the large statues. Why didn't she see this coming? She knew the history of Konoha like the back of her hand, yet her knowledge had failed her as she continued to live in this happy dream.

"Please… don't go…."

"He has tried my patience for long enough… this time we will decide who is the true leader of this village."

Sakura lowered her eyes; he was marching to his defeat. Yet Sakura could understand why…. To the last Uchiha would always be charging blindly forward. Their pride is what blinded them in the first place.

He left. The cold air around the bed chambers settled into the sheets. He put her on bed rest and would not allow her out of the room until the baby was born. Sakura's stubborn streak rose within her. Had she forgotten she was a kunoichi?? The guards that were placed out of the door was picked from Madara's choosing. She looked at the open window. Dressing quickly in a simple dress she focused the chakra to her feet and scaled down the wall, narrowly avoiding the guards placed around the compound. Sneaking to the stables she quickly saddled her horse. Getting up was a challenge since her belly was in the way, but she managed. She had to stop him. Motioning her horse into action she galloped across the grasslands; slowing down only when her stomach hurt or got queasy from the jarring ride.

She neared the battle sight. The ground charred and burned from the fight, the trees and wood bend at odd angles as the ground shook from the battle. Sakura saw Madara beaten and bloody stood defiantly against the man who was winning. With a blinding light and then explosion she steadied her rearing horse and watched her beloved fall down.

"MADARA!" Sakura kicked her horse into gear.

Wood raised from the ground and knocked her horse off its feet. It went down squealing and thrashing, Sakura thrown from its back. As she stood, her back screamed in pain as she wobbled to her fallen lover. He was in bad shape; his face bloodied and body broken. She didn't care that his enemy was watching her as she crumpled to Madara's broken form. She wept. Big tears racing down her face and onto his cracked armor. He smiled.

"Sakura…" He coughed.

He watched her face; a myriad of emotions played across them. It was time to use that jutsu. If not, he knew his mistress and unborn child would be hunted down and killed. She looked into his eyes… they were different. Instead of the regular or Mankeyo sharingan there was a newly formed one. The all powerful eyes that trumped over the first two. Sakura's eyes widened. It was the same eyes that masked man had used on her. Swallowing she gazed deeply into them as they started to spin. She felt herself flung forward, spinning in a fast ball before freefalling from the air. Darkness took her once more.

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"Sakura-chan!" Naruto panted as Yamato suppressed his murderous rage.

The masked man caught her easily and held her to him.

The team looked at the woman oddly. It wasn't the Sakura they know; her hair was longer and finer and she was dressed differently… and on top of that…. Pregnant? The man whispered something to the slumbering woman and swiftly disappeared.

"Hey, bring her back you bastard!!" Naruto screamed; it took Yamato and Sai to hold him down.

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Sakura opened her eyes and saw the masked man leaning over her. She was lying in a lavished bed and the man stroking her hair gently. She smacked his hand away and sat up angrily.

"How dare you touch me!!" Sakura's anger flared dangerously.

The man chuckled which made her even more furious. He slowly unsnapped the mask and brought it from his face. The look on her face was priceless. It was him, her love. He kissed her lips and nuzzled her neck. Sakura's eye lashes fluttered and lowered.

"Madara…," She breathed harshly, "I thought you were dead."

"No, my love. I am an immortal." She didn't believe him at first but the gears turned in her head. There was no way he could have lived this long up to now and still retain his daunting form. She was happy he was still alive and well.

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A/N: Okay there will be a third part with Sasuke, Madara and Sakura. Yeah this part probably wasn't exciting to you, maybe fast paced. I just don't like drawing things out for chapters so I divide them into scene timelines. Hope that helps.

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