Author's Note:
Wow, thank you for everyone who took the time to review last chapter, I did not expect such a big response to this story - but I'm glad you're enjoying it!
To answer some reviewers~
Haka - Thank you for your fic recommendations! I've been on a bender these last few weeks and thank you for your kind words about this story!
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You Are My Fate
Present, pt 2
Whispers of Mad Men
Kyoto, Japan — Present Day
Sasuke Uchiha's Home
She couldn't fathom how the Uchiha's all held such striking faces — similar in structure but vastly different to the next, and this man was no different. Sakura's residual shock shifted and she smiled at the head of her husband's clan, "Madara-sama! What a surprise to see you here," she bowed deeply, unable to understand how his figure took up the entirety of their door frame.
"Is it?" he questioned her off-handedly, her cheeks reddened at the assumption - but she dodged answering.
He smoothly entered their modest home and glanced around the cave of their communal living space, the proof of their engagement — as if he were searching for something.
Sakura stood to the side and watched him warily, "…Sasuke-kun won't be back for a few more hours, did you need something?"
Madara faced her, taking cruel pleasure in the way she squirmed under his intrusive attention, "no, just wanted to speak with him — I could wait a while until he gets home."
Sakura bit her lip, severely uncomfortable by the heavy weight of his presence — not to mention her dream the other night stifled a horrible feeling in the pits of her stomach. "Oh, well would you like anything to eat, Madara-sama?"
He sat himself down at their dining room table, "a cup of sake, please."
They were never much for drinking, Sasuke always claimed that he hated losing control of himself, and Sakura had nursed enough hangovers at this point that she usually opted out of heavy drinking.
She poured their only sake bottle in the house into a cup gently in front of him, his proximity made it difficult to breathe — and she didn't miss the way his hand brushed gingerly against her own when he grabbed the cup, sending a sharp sting of electricity tickling her skin.
"Where's yours?" he motioned towards her empty cup, "it's rude to leave your guest drinking alone."
His reprimand felt similar to when her mother would yell at her for leaving her shoes skewed in the foyer, "I couldn't possibly, I have work in the morning," she combated with a tentative laugh.
He grabbed the sake bottle and poured her a glass against her refusal, much to her chagrin. Dark eyes stared evenly into her own while he pushed the full glass closer towards her, "drink."
The command sent shivers down her spine, sea foam eyes remained captivated by the allure of his own and she brought the cup to pouty lips, slowly sipping the hearty liquid. She felt entranced, like a sinner coping with their decisions, the adulterous feeling coursed adrenaline through her veins.
Was it nervousness?
Or something else?
They finished the sake bottle.
Sakura felt tickled and light, laughing at his quick replies and endless supply of conversation — she didn't expect someone as cultured as him to have a relatively open point of view with a hint of humor sprinkled on top. It felt rather…comfortable speaking with him, she didn't understand the fear people had of this man.
He was human, after all.
He watched her curiously, envisioning his hand curled into her pink locks and tugging her hair back as she mewled in pleasure — the same pink lips that laughed so freely now — wrapped around the hardness of his cock. All these thoughts were minute, she spoke loosely with alcohol discarding her inhibitions. It would be difficult pulling her from Sasuke — judging by the frames decorated with their time together and her arms wrapped comfortably around the runt, he could see their relationship had blossomed from friendship.
"And you didn't question why your professor gave you such a good grade that semester?" he asked her, their conversation had at first centered around him — but now he felt adept to learn about this woman.
Sakura shrugged, "he was a nice man, and he knew that I was coping with my mom's sickness at the time — so he allowed me to make up the test."
If it were in him to roll his eyes, he would have.
"You don't think he…Felt inclined to help you for another reason?"
The pink haired woman stilled, realizing the insinuation, "Kakashi-sensei?" she asked incredulously, "no no, of course not! He would never, and I had barely graduated from high school so I was only eighteen when I took his class — the age difference would make that weird."
Her naivety was cute — if not more endearing.
She truly believed in the purity of others.
"If you say so," Madara lamented, tipping his cup back to finish the remnants of his sake, "you are an attractive woman, so I only assumed."
Casual, as if he were creating facts and offering them to be written down in books — Sakura averted her gaze and blushed, folding her hands in her lap. "Ah, thank you…Madara-sama."
The elation in her chest startled her.
She pinned it on the sake — She never did well with alcohol.
"Don't thank me for something that is fact, I'm sure Sasuke tells you all the time." This woman could be read effortlessly. Her face tilted and twisted beautifully to the conversation, she responded with the movement of her body, and her eyes reflected her thoughts like a projector - glimmering when she was being earnest and flitting to the side when she became nervous.
Madara found her exotic, but her mannerisms felt eerily familiar - he could only imagine the way her body would twist beautifully for him in bed.
Sakura remained quiet, unsure of what else to say — normally words cascaded through her and she had trouble reigning in her obtrusive thoughts, but his comment sidelined her. Sasuke rarely commented on her appearance…But not for a lack of thinking it, but he rather show her. The small smiles, the way he would sneak up behind her and wrap his arms around her and pepper kisses down the length of her neck.
Still, it was nice to hear it every so often.
Especially when his actions were rare, with his mind constantly preoccupied with work — Sakura found it difficult to talk to him about anything other than work, much less their relationship.
"Does he not?" her mistake of silence geared him for the delight of proving otherwise.
Sakura twisted her engagement ring nervously with her thumb beneath the table.
"Of course he does! I was just thinking about how he's been so busy with work lately — but he's excited to work with you, Madara-sama," she shifted the conversation and he had to applaud her for her bravery.
Unfortunately for her, his determination was unhealthy and costly.
"I'm sure he is," he leaned forward and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, "is it impolite of me to remark on how beautiful your eyes are?"
Her body went rigid, captivated by his face inches from her own — she kept her eyes trained on his lips, he kept his hand on her temple and dragged a single digit to her lips, drawing her eyes upwards to his own. Lost in a sea of black that contrasted with her green, she witnessed the fascination in his eyes. Gently, he drew his face near and whispered in her ear, "may I kiss you, Sakura?"
A taut heat coiled between her legs.
His phone rang, effectively breaking the spell.
With a small curse, he glared at the offending item and answered with a gruff, "what?"
Sakura scooted herself back and stood up — putting a hindering amount of space between them.
It all happened quickly.
Sasuke entered his home, startled to see the head of his clan sitting at his dining table talking on the phone.
Sakura breathed in the relief of his presence, grateful that he saved her.
She refused to be home alone after that incident, when she sobered up the next morning she nearly screamed into her pillow, the empty space beside her bed told her that Sasuke had already left for work — but her thoughts remained with that mad man.
She worked later hours at the hospital, kept herself busy with her friends and continued to plan their wedding — it would be a simple ceremony, nothing outlandish and over the top — just her, Sasuke, Itachi-san, and their closest friends.
On one peculiar night she arrived to see a barrage of exquisite and refined cars parked outside — drawing the attention of their neighbors. Confused and slightly perturbed, Sakura credited it to her exhaustion after work and entered her home to the smell of food and sake. A multitude of voices echoed from Sasuke's office — they had converted the upstairs portion of their home to his work quarters - although he rarely used it. Sakura took off her shoes at the entrance and tried to listen to the muddled voices above her — but no luck.
She tip-toed her way upstairs and realized they had converted his office into a meeting room — beyond the paneled door she could see the outlines of the different Uchiha men, laughter and insults were being thrown around — and part of her wanted to leave it at that and return downstairs to get some sleep.
"Don't think about it, Sasuke-kun — your fiance' won't get home for a while."
Shisui-san?
That sounded like him, but what could they be doing?
"And what of the Yakuza? I'm not going to assume some fledgling group of men that think they're superior because they move a couple of grams per week - "
Madara-sama?
Sakura's brows knitted together — debating whether or not to leave.
The sound of a long sniff echoed beyond the door.
Sakura faced the door — confused and slightly afraid to be at the center of attention, but her curiosity urged her forward.
With a long breathe to steady her nerves she opened the paneled door quickly, "Sasuke-kun?"
The familiar faces of the Uchiha men were gathered around a long table — empty sake bottles littered the table, Madara sat at the head of the table, Sasuke to his right — but her eyes drew to the plates with lines of cocaine organized neatly in front of the men.
Sasuke stopped midway, now face to face with his unsuspecting fiancé.
She found it hard to speak, and even harder to comprehend what she was seeing, "what are you doing?" she demanded.
The other Uchiha men snickered evenly, Madara watched the scene unfold and Sasuke glared at her, "why didn't you knock? Leave, Sakura."
Anger fumigated the air of her confusion, "are you doing drugs in our home?" to attest to this, she could see Shisui attempt to discretely push a bag of cocaine behind a stack of papers, another set down down the cutting blade obscurely.
"I said leave, Sakura!" he growled at her, thoroughly embarrassed to get caught and questioned by his fiancé in front of his superiors. The anger that leveled his voice almost shocked her, and she suddenly felt out of place in her own home in a room with strangers all eyeing her like a crazed woman for questioning him.
"No! I'm not going to allow this in our home, what do you think you're doing?" This wasn't Sasuke, not the Sasuke she had grown up with for years that had been vehemently against drugs and alcohol — no less cocaine.
"I'm doing what I want, now get out," his voice dripped with acid, and the harsh glare from the one person she had come to rely on stunted her over zealous anger. Madara placed a hand on Sasuke's shoulder, attempting to dismantle the situation.
"Now, — there's no need—"
Sakura slammed the door behind her — too angry and hurt to fight against him. Disgusted with his behavior, she packed a few of her clothes and grabbed her phone — warm, unshed tears blurred her vision, but she ran downstairs — halfway expecting Sasuke to emerge from the room to speak with her — but the laughter and talking continued upstairs.
She waited, hoping that he would at least try to explain to her — or at least stop her from leaving for the night.
Stupidly, she waited in front of the door, counting down the seconds — but he never came.
Her chest hurt, and on her drive to Ino's house — she cried.
The next morning, bleary eyed from crying, she expected missed calls from Sasuke or a text message wondering where she was or if she was alive — but the only missed call and voicemail she had was from an unknown number.
The voice on the voicemail forced goosebumps on her skin, "…I hope you made it to your destination safely, but there's things we are going to need to discuss, Sakura," Madara echoed through the phone.
Feeling more empty than resolute, Sakura ignored Madara's message and limply held the phone in her hand, "…Sasuke didn't call," she murmured sadly to herself.
Author's Note:
Thank you guys, this story has been really well received and I appreciate all of you that have reviewed and left a favorite/follow.
But I have to say MadaSaku has quickly become one of my favorite pairings - aesthetically Sakura is pleasing with any Uchiha, but her and Madara are just sexy.
I will say the present timeline will move a bit slower than the feudal - but do not fret, I promise it will be interesting.
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