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Chapter 2: Fallen

"Every flight begins with a fall."
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

Sakura's unconscious form fell into icy cold water. Gasping at the sudden sting of landing against the water, she sucked in a good mouthful that went directly to her lungs. Panic consumed her as swam to the surface. Upon crawling to the shore, she coughed up the water till she dry heaved. Squinting through the wet mat of pink hair infront of her eyes and the water drops that came from it, she surveyed her surroundings. Noticing nothing familiar, she slowly made her way down the river and came upon an encampment.

Stilling at the fan symbol flapping in the warm breeze, she came upon the conclusion it was Uchiha territory. Just fucking great. Knees buckled before they gave out onto the gravel and she sat there staring at the unfamiliar buildings and the people milling about.

Think Sakura! Use your brain!

Blinking a few times, she recalled that the territory was unfamiliar and taken into account that this settlement was not known to her in the books she's read, led her to believe she had gone back further in the past than she anticipated. Sakura only wanted to go back a few years, when the war had ended to somehow win Sasuke's love. Now she was stuck in time-knows where with no one to help her.

A man crying out perked up her ears. Someone needed help.

Zenning into medical mode, she wandered through the encampment to come upon a big tent with guards posted on either side.

"Halt! You are not allowed inside under Madara-sama's orders!"

Sakura took a hasty step back.

"W-Who?" Eyes wide with renewed fear.

The guards looked at each other then back at her.

"Who let you into this place?" Drawing katanas and blocking her exit.

"No one, I wandered in by myself." It was the truth at least.

Another sharp cry drew her attention.

"Who is hurt?" She asked.

"It's none of your business." One of them retorted.

Sakura squared her shoulders and looked them dead in the eye.

"I am a medical doctor, I can help. If there is a man that needs to be saved, I can save him!"

She needed a purpose to survive.

They hesitated before turning toward the tent flap and lifting it.

Sakura walked through the entrance into a dimly lit dwelling, her eyes instantly drawing to the sickly man on the bed. Before she took another step the cold metal of a kunai was pressed against her throat as red eyes spun in the darkness.

"Who allowed you in here." The tone was dark and commanding, giving her shivers.

"I am a medical doctor, I can help him." She gestured to the man who lay dying.

"Did Hashirama send you?" He asked angrily.

"No, I came by myself." She would not falter, not now.

The kunai was lifted away and she was allowed to move forward.

"If he dies, I'll have your head woman." Madara stated darkly.

Sakura's hands glowed green as she went to work.

Izuna slowly opened his eyes and coughed weakly. His brother was instantly by his side offering him a small cup of water. He eagerly drank for his throat was very dry, making him cough half of it.

"Easy Izuna," Madara placed the cup by the bedside.

"I thought I was dead," Izuna swallowed thickly.

Madara paused, "You almost died."

"How long was I out?" Izuna closed his eyes to rest.

"A few days..." Madara's onyx eyes trailed over his brother's form. He was Okay, for now.

"Did you save me brother?" Izuna asked weakly.

"No, a woman saved you," Madara replied.

"I must thank her when I get better..." Izuna's strength was waning as he drifted off to sleep.

"Rest now brother," Madara tucked the blankets around him before leaving.

He spotted her bathing naked in the river. A small petite frame with strong but supple womanly curves. Dipping her head under the water to rinse the soap off she sighed with contentment. The mud and dirt that was caked onto her hair washed away, leaving long silky pink strands to trail over her back and front. Taking a sponge she started to wash her breasts, down to a toned stomach and between her thighs. Madara watched every movement of her hands, drinking in the beauty of a woman. If he was a lesser man, he would have drug her from the water and took her up against a tree. Not the leader of the Uchiha clan, he had more self control than that.

At that moment Sakura spotted Madara staring at her.

Blushing she quickly turned around and crouched into the water with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, the women offered me some soap and new clothes so I took a bath."

A long pause before she asked, "Is your brother alright?"

Madara crossed his arms, "Aa. He woke up a few minutes ago. Izuna only stayed conscious for a few moments, he's resting now."

Sakura smiled, "That's great."

"Finish your bath and meet me in the dining hall."

She waited till his footfalls disappeared entirely before drying off and dressing.

Sakura accepted the steaming bowl of noodles, rice, and side tray of meat with a smile.

"Thank you," She said to one of the woman serving her.

Madara was already eating his food, his eyes kept drifting to her.

Nervous, she bit her lip and played with the food.

"Eat." His dark baritone voice resonated within her as she took an ample bite.

"This is really good," She commented through mouthfuls.

Madara had many questions and very few answers.

"Are you from the Senju clan?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Sakura shook her head, "No."

"The only healing arts that exist currently are jealously guarded by the Senju; how did you acquire it?"

"I was taught by a Senju, but I am not of blood." The truth again.

"Then you are a spy?" The glare coming across the table at Sakura was almost tangible.

"No," She didn't dare look into his eyes; she paid the price with the last Uchiha.

Sensing no waver in her chakra, he relaxed.

"As you know the Senju and my clan are at war and we need a healer-"

Sakura knew what he was leading too.

"-I volunteer!" The sudden outburst had Madara raising his eyebrow in suspicion.

Sakura ducked her head over the noodle bowl.

"Sorry, I am prone to random outbursts. Personality trait." She supplied with a weak laugh.

He chuckled which filled her with warmth.

"Very well, you shall have your own tent and any provisions you need will be provided for you."

"Thank you, Madara-sama."

The tent flap rustled before opening. Half-asleep Madara was quickly on his feet searching for the intruder. Sakura waved a small hand of surrender and he relaxed. She held back a blush when she noticed he was only wearing pants. He moved closer to her to speak in hushed tones.

"Why are you here so late?"

Sakura sighed, "I couldn't sleep and I wanted to check on him."

Madara moved to the side as Sakura knelt by Izuna's bed. She checked his bandages to find he was healing rather well. Brushing a lock off his face she saw how much he looked like Sasuke, it hurt. Taking a deep breath to stem back the tears, she faced Madara once more.

Madara. Uchiha Madara. Slaughterer of innocents. World breaker. Monster.

So many words came to mind, but the man standing before her was nothing to that caliber.

Yet.

A dark seed took root in her brain then. How sweet would it be to exact revenge on Sasuke? The one who has spurned her, hurt her, and even tried to end her life? What if she could eradicate all Uchiha and then go back to her time to where they didn't exist. Where he didn't exist. Madara saw the change in her face; the once innocent sweet expression turned dark, sultry, and dare he say it; powerful. This new side of her drew him in. Touching his bare chest gently, she traced a finger over a nipple; his flesh rippling with delight.

Green eyes looked up into his own as she cupped his face ever so gently.

"I know how you can beat Hashirama and the Senju clan."

Madara was brought back to reality for a moment, "How?"

Sakura smiled, never breaking eye contact.

"By making you a God-King."

Chapter 2 end