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Chapter 4: A Truly Kind Heart

Understanding what Hashirama said was one thing, but the act of showing compassion just did not run thick in his blood the way it did with his oldest friend. He was more of a show through actions rather than just handing those emotions out on a silver platter. Yet, Sakura being around him always made him feel at ease.

"Hey Madara?" Sakura spoke softly as she adjusted the sleeping t-shirt she was now forced to wear due to her Uchiha cloak being completely ruined. Glancing over to her with his arms folded as the two walked side by side, "Yes?" He no longer told her to speak like giving a command to a dog.

Sakura gave a beautiful smile, "I can hear water!" Raising his only visible eyebrow, Madara's lips tugged into a slight smile, "How observant." She knew now that he only said these types of things as a way of teasing her; so she no longer allowed it to bother her, "Think we can-" Madara already knew what she was going to say before holding a hand up, "I don't see why not." This made the pinkette smile brightly as she began to run towards the water, which actually turned out to be a large river.

A shimmer came to Sakura's eyes, "It's bath time! Yay!" Releasing a gentle, yet playful sigh; the once always grumpy male now rose his eye to look up towards the sky, "Perhaps I shall join you this time." He knew all too well that his ego not only infuriated Sakura, but also made her highly embarrassed, "W-WHAT!?" She screeched and threw her arms in the air, causing her shirt to raise a bit so show her smooth, yet muscular core; which the Uchiha male couldn't help at this point in time to stare at, "You heard me. I will be joining you. Back in my era I always bathed with men and women alike. Why should I change now? The answer to that is quite obvious-"

Quickly cutting Madara off, Sakura rolled her eyes playfully, "Yeah, yeah; you won't change. FINE! Just keep your long ass hair facing me! I do like my privacy you know!" This made Madara actually laugh... and hard at that too; which honestly gave Sakura the creeps due to memorizing him as someone who only cared about the dark side of life.

The male had grown quite fond of Sakura in all of their time spent together, though, he would not consider this anything close to what some people call love or even like. He would claim he merely enjoyed her company, nothing more, nothing less.

Finally approaching the river, the two knelt beside the crystal clear water with the intentions of filling their canteens full of fresh water. In all of their time together, Sakura had never ONCE seen Madara take his gloves off. Hell, he even slept with the damned things on! Sakura could only imagine how much sweat, dirt, oil, blood, and all other bad elements for your pores to absorb were now filling those black leather gloves of his.

No longer able to take it, the Uchiha female snapped towards Madara, "GIVE ME YOUR DAMN GLOVES!" Shocked by this sudden outburst, Madara lazily turned his head to merely glance at her, "Tell me, why I would do that?" Sakura scowled, completely frustrated, "You NEVER take those things off Madara! If you want me to teach you medical ninjutsu, then here is lesson one. BACTERIA IS BAD!" Well, to say the least, she had got him there.

Shrugging, Madara slowly slipped his gloves off, only for Sakura's eyes to widen as he held the gloves out to her, "What is it NOW?" Sakura felt baffled... only able to stare at the white gold band, "You were married...?" Her tone made it sound as if it were hard to believe that anyone could have been desperate enough to marry MADARA UCHIHA of all people. Glancing down to his left hand he then noticed the wedding band that graced his marriage finger and honestly felt just as shocked as the pink haired kunoichi beside him.

Trying to think back, his mind was hazy and he couldn't exactly remember who in the hell he possibly could have even been married to. Maybe it was a noble? That didn't sound like his type though. Scratching his head gently, Madara looked into Sakura's eyes, "I... honestly can't remember..." Was this amnesia from being reanimated? No... all reanimations she had fought in the past all had their memories still intact. So was it a side effect of the Rinne Rebirth?

Sakura's mind was growing frustrated, 'It couldn't have been the Rinne Rebirth, when everyone in the Leaf Village was brought back from Nagato using Rinne Rebirth; all of their memories were still there as well! So... the only thing I can think of is... Maybe it's a side effect of both reanimation AND Rinne Rebirth mixed together?' Mentally shrugging, Sakura then got to work at thoroughly cleansing Madara's favorite gloves until she heard him speak, "Sakura?"

Only glancing up, Sakura smiled, "What is it?" Reaching into one of his holsters, Madara blushed cutely before extending his hand to present a brand new pair of gloves for Sakura. Sakura's eyes widened immensely, "You fixed my old gloves? How?" Madara shook his head, "I bought you new one's whenever we passed through that town a while back. I also uh... got you a new..." Sakura noticed it... he was trying to show compassion.

Her voice rang out softly, "Thank you Madara..." Scowling now, Madara hadn't even been able to finish his sentence, "I got you a new Uchiha cloak. Looks exactly like your old one. I also got you a new pair of shorts and combat sandals along with a mesh undershirt so that men will stop staring at you whenever you decide to go running around half naked." Madara grinned deviously at this as Sakura turned bright red, "Well, THANK YOU for being JEALOUS Madara!"

. . .

The moment the pinkette blinked roughly, it was almost as if she were just waking up from a deep slumber as her vision blurred slightly before clearing up, causing her to raise her hands towards her eyes and rub at them tenderly, 'That was odd...' Sakura thought to herself as she continued to cleanse Madara's filthy gloves within the river.

There was so much dirt and grime residing within his gloves that it took a good five whole washes until they looked brand new. Madara's charcoal orbs brightened ever so slightly as he nodded his head, indicating that he was impressed, but now a bath did sound nice.

Standing, Madara began to unbuckle his armor, only to gently lay it to the side, "I don't believe I will ever need that armor ever again..." He sadly sighed out as Sakura gave him a sympathetic glance. She was aware of how much he enjoyed battle due to the way his eyes always began to sparkle as he spoke of it in full detail whenever the two reviewed the subject.

Yet all she could do was think about bathing right now, not Madara's sadness over himself deciding to leave his very own armor behind, "Turn around." Sakura practically commanded and to her surprise, he actually complied and faced the other way; only for every muscle in his body to slightly tense up at the sound of Sakura shedding her clothing.

Thanking god would do nothing for her at this point, but she was thankful for a bath to say the least. Running, Sakura then dove into the water gracefully, which Madara had accidentally caught a glimpse of while using his Sharingan to make sure that no one was trying to peep on his partner. Who would have guessed he would be the one doing the peeping.

Noticing her head pop out of the water, Madara then proceeded to undress as well and this time, it was Sakura's turn to slightly tense up. Before she knew it, Madara was right behind her with his back turned towards her as she slightly turned her head to notice the water dripping off of his biceps.

Turning his head, Madara instantly noticed the way Sakura had been staring almost hungrily at him and smirked, causing a pretty blush to cover the pinkette's face as she snapped her head back around. Releasing a gentle sigh as she began to wash away all of the dirt off of her skin, she really stiffened up whenever she felt his hands being placed on her hips before yanking her back so that her back slammed against his chest.

"You know Sakura -" Madara paused to lean his head down so that his hot breath assaulted her ear as he whispered, "Staring is rude, but actions are a different story..." Sakura felt her breath hitch in her throat and her face became bright red, "I-uh-I-er..." Nothing was coming to her mind... 'DAMN HIM FOR HAVING SUCH A SEDUCTIVE VOICE!' The female Uchiha internally roared before beginning to scold herself over the matter at hand.

There had been so many nights that he had dreamed of her body below his own, all of the positions they could use, and just how long they could actually go. His voice was entirely too seductive and convincing, "Turn around. Now." He commanded and she did as she was told, turning around slowly, Sakura was now facing this god among the living flesh as he stared straight into her eyes; causing her heart to slam rapidly against her chest.

There was one thing wrong with this picture though, well at least that is what she had thought. Reaching up, the pink haired Uchiha lass reached a single hand up and pushed his bangs away from his face so that he could fully look at her; which apparently only made her heart slam even harder against her chest as he spoke, "You know Sakura, dancing can be such a beautiful art; but on the contrary some may say that very same art could be interpreted as beauty is what makes the dance."

'There he goes again getting carried away with his little sayings that I can never understand.' Was all Sakura could think as Madara continued to talk until Sakura sighed and laughed, "Just turn around Madara." Raising an eyebrow, he did as he was told. However, Sakura then realized she was WAY too short to touch the top of his head, "Hmm..." Was all she said as she stared at his unruly spiked black and blue locks before grabbing Madara's hand, "This way." Was all she said to him, effectively confusing the legendary male.

Now he was curious, 'What could she possibly be planning?' Was all he could think as the two came upon a rock in a more shallow end of the water, yet his lower regions were still covered, "This should do!" Sakura chirped happily out, making Madara look confused and Sakura nodded, "Okay, now turn around." This girl was so indecisive, yet he once again did as he was told to as he closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Madara's eyes shot open as he began to feel Sakura's long nails begin to massage soap through his long mane of hair tenderly. Starting at the bottom, she thoroughly washed all of his hair squeaky clean until she reached his skull. About to turn his head around, Sakura then blurted out, "If you turn around I will punch you so hard that you become a living rocket and shoot to the moon!" That was all he needed to hear to instantly snap his head forward.

Madara fully understood what was transpiring now, Sakura was too short to reach the top of his head so she needed the rock to become taller than him so that she could actually reach. Pouring more of his amazing smelling shampoo into her hands, Sakura began to massage her fingernails into his scalp, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head before his body instinctively leaned into her chest.

This she didn't mind so much. Each and every single time she had watched Madara wash his own hair, he had done it too quickly and never got all of the dirt out. She knew she was going to need to wash all of it once more just to achieve the level of cleanliness that she had wanted.

"Say Madara?" Sakura softly spoke before he released a happy and gentle hum as a reply, "Can I cut your hair?" This caused Madara to shoot up before snapping around, only to accidentally end up pressing his face into her silky breasts, causing Sakura to sweat drop, "All you had to say was no thank you." Pulling his face from her breasts, Madara ended up just laying his head on the soft cushions as Sakura continued to work her fingernails into his scalp.

She noticed how much he was enjoying this as a genuine smile graced his lips before a devious grin plastered onto his face, "What you don't know, is that I've already won." Sakura seemed all too confused until she felt him wiggle his finger around inside her to get her attention, causing her to shriek before slapping him across the face so hard that his head whipped to the side.

A good amount of blood seemed to have gathered in his mouth due to the pressure of her slap before spitting it out to the side, "Ow..." Was all he stated with a bored expression, yet he grasped her hip tightly with one hand as the other hand continued to explore her.

Gathering a mass amount of chakra in her fist, her Sharingan activated, "I'M. GOING. TO. KILL. YOU!" Grinning, he swiftly dodged all of her punches with ease all while sliding another finger inside of her, causing her to gasp sharply. She only knew one way to get him away from her...

She decided to play it cool as she placed her hand on the small of his muscular back while the other hand, which had picked up a kunai from the river earlier, rest on top of her other hand, "Mmm Madara, can I... tell you something?" Grinning as she spoke, he nodded until he felt all of his hair being cut off, "Checkmate..."

Now he was infuriated, no, infuriated would be putting this look he now gave her lightly. No, this was a look of the intent to kill as Sakura began yelling at Madara angrily, "If you fuck with me then I will fuck with you! ARE WE CLEAR!?" By now, this royally pissed off male was seeing red as he rose the hand that had been exploring her insides to swiftly and roughly punch Sakura so that she flew out of the water and slammed into a tree.

He no longer cared if she were naked, nor did he care if he was as he sulked out of the river with the look that terrified Sakura. Pushing her to the forest ground, Madara straddled the tiny female and began to punch her repeatedly across the face.

Bringing her knee up, Sakura slammed it into his back, causing him to only slightly flinch at the pain. Due to how flexible she was, Sakura gathered chakra in her foot before bringing it up to slam it into his skull; sending him flying off of her.

The two then wrapped their own bodies in their own Susano'o as Sakura's vision was starting to become blurry for some odd reason once again. Just as Madara's Susano'o thrust its blade at her, she knew that she would be unable to dodge, yet did not move from her current position until her world as she knew it blacked out...

. . .

Shooting awake panting heavily, Madara could sense the distress the pink haired kunoichi was feeling, "Sakura...?" His hair was still long, there was no blood, no damage, and no betrayal of trust from either parties. "M...Mada...Madara...?" Her voice trembled out as she began to hyperventilate over the entire dream she had just had, causing Madara to rush to her side and gently wrap his arms around her, "Calm down." Her hands shakily began to rise to grasp the male's cloaked arm as she began to sob.

"Do you wish to speak about it?" Madara softly spoke out as he ran his fingers idly through her hair. Stroking Sakura's silky pink locks had become somewhat of a "hobby" for Madara as he hummed softly to calm her. He had noticed a while back that his voice had a few effects on Sakura's mental state; one being his hum calmed her significantly. However, the largest part was his voice in general would constantly cause her to blush ferociously as if her mind were... somewhere else.

Sakura slowly turned her head towards the male, all the while still clinging to his arm as if it were protecting, yet harming her at the same time. Pulling his arm away gently, due to the fact that he felt like she would snap the bone from how tightly she had begun to hold it; Madara then laced his fingers within her own. Tears began to spill onto her cheeks and he tenderly began wiping them away with his thumb. He swore he was becoming much too soft because of the female right in front of him.

All she could do was shoot up, releasing Madara's hand within the process before bolting out of the cave they had set up camp within. Madara's dark orbs widened, only for him to stand and chase after her. She continued to run as fast as she could as tears slid down her face as if something were familiar about the situation; yet she was so frustrated at the moment that she couldn't think of why she felt that within her mind there was a huge blank spot as if her brain had an error and could no longer recall those memories.

It was easy enough to get in front of her body before she, without even knowing, ran into Madara's arms, "LET ME GO! I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Sakura weakly began to pound her fists against his now unarmored chest. Something within his heart ached as he lowered his head, "I-I... just get out of my sight girl. I never want to see you again! DO YOU HEAR ME!? YOU HAD BETTER RUN FAST TOO BECAUSE I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN AND TAKE YOU OUT! NOW..." Madara paused to scowl deeply before continuing his act as the bad guy once again, "GO!"

Taking an uneasy step back, Sakura held a single fist over her heart while slowly shaking her head. She hadn't meant to say those things to him, yet she had. She now felt like a monster; a monster that was worse than the Madara Uchiha she had first come to know. She knew he was different now, she knew he was slowly becoming a man he would be proud to present to his brother. Yet... she had just ripped away all of that progress, all of the feelings, all of the bonds, and all of the hardships that he had slowly begun to overcome.

"Madara I... I'm..." Sakura was swiftly cut off by a sight she would truly never forget. Swiping his hand in front of himself as if creating a barrier, he yelled at her, "I SAID GET OUT OF HERE YOU DEAD BRAINED LITTLE GIRL!" That's when she saw it. The great and all mighty Madara Uchiha falling to his knees as the tears of pain and anguish now began to flow down his face.

Sakura slowly, but surely walked up to him and he was ready to strike her down, that is, until she wrapped her arms around his body, "I'm sorry. That... that dream I had terrified me. I now know I can't do this without you Madara and I am aware of how selfish I might sound, wanting you all to myself like a stubborn child that refuses to share their toy. Even if you hate me, that's fine... I suppose I've handled worse treatment from Sasuke. I was always told by him that I was annoying, that I could never keep up or do anything right, and that I was nothing."

Slowly getting onto her knees, Sakura gently cupped Madara's cheeks and tenderly wiped his tears away as he slowly looked up at her only for her to realize that reason he was so melodramatic was because he had been allowing her to sleep, yet never got any sleep himself. He looked so tired and so drained, as if he had, had enough bickering and just wanted to travel happily with someone he could depend on.

Rising to her feet, Sakura helped lift Madara's body up by wrapping her arm around his abdomen so that she could get the both of them back to their campsite. He deserved and needed to get some much needed rest and she was going to see it through that he got exactly what he needed for once, "Come on, you must get some rest Madara." Reaching her opposite hand to his, the pink haired kunoichi gently took his much larger hand within her own smaller hand and for once, he did not argue.

Finally reaching their campsite within the cave, Madara finally said something that he would never say if he weren't as physically exhausted as he was, "I-I'm sorry for asking this of you Sakura -" Sakura shook her head gently but Madara tiredly continued to speak, "But... can you lay with me? The only time I truly have slept well is whenever I slept on you or you on me." He was so exhausted at that point that his eyes seemed bland and lost.

Gaining a softened facial expression, Sakura nodded, "Of course. Truth is, the only time I'm not plagued with nightmares is whenever we are together." She had to admit it, she was still exhausted too from the constant nightmares that plagued her sleep.

Pulling out his massive sleeping bag that was more like a miniature bed, Madara eased himself down and left his arm outstretched as Sakura laid beside him. The moment she was in the sleeping bag with him, he pulled her close before tiredly muttering out, "Just... this once... huh...?" Laying her head on his chest, she couldn't help but feel at peace with the way she could feel his heart beat and the way his chest rose before falling; as if his chest is where she was meant to sleep forever and more.

The two laid there for a moment as Madara stroked Sakura's hair that had begun to grow longer in the time the two had spent with one another. Sakura knew Madara loved to have his hair played as she slowly began to run her slim fingers through his unruly spiked locks. This knowledge was gained from the one time that she had actually ran her fingers through his scalp until he fell asleep on her lap.

-Flashback-

"Madara we've been walking for two days now! Can we at LEAST take a short break!?" Sakura fumed as she tried to continue to soldier on like she always had. Keeping silent, the male wearing the crimson red armor kept his arms securely fastened to his chest and continued to walk silently.

The more they walked, the more she whined whenever Madara had just about enough of this, "FINE! YOU GET ONE HOUR!" As of now, the two sat in a lush field filled to the brim with a variety of beautiful flowers. Happily sitting down, Sakura stretched out her muscles as she watched Madara take his armor off the same way he did each and every time the two came to a halt.

That moment the armor came off, Madara plopped down and laid on his side with his elbow propping his hand up so that his head could lay idly on it. Of course, his back was facing her as she watched his beautiful shiny black and blue locks blow softly in the wind, only to silently come up behind him and a gentle and happy(ish) hum could be heard coming from the always so grumpy man.

Raising her hand, Sakura's fingers then began to gently run through those unruly spiked locks, and much to her surprise, they were soft. 'HIS hair is actually SOFTER than MINE!' She internally yelled as she continued to run her fingers through the "lion's mane". Suddenly, a voice brought her out of her thoughts, "And what do you think you are doing?" Sakura blinked rapidly as she continued to run her fingers through his hair, "I'm touching your hair, obviously."

That's when a sigh was released, but Sakura couldn't tell if it was annoyed one or not so she simply retracted her hand until a sleepy voice rang out, "Who... told you that... you could... stop...?" Now Sakura gained an annoyed facial expression, "Which is it?!"

Shaking her head as she then continued to stroke Madara's silky mane, Sakura began to notice his head teetering; obviously asleep by this point, and she quickly placed his head on her lap as she continued to stroke his locks as a gentle whisper escaped her mouth, "You really are adorable when you sleep..." Sakura pushed his bangs from his face and leaned down to kiss his forehead gently, she honestly and truly couldn't help it. He was REALLY cute whenever he slept! It was like the big bad wolf had turned into a sweet, innocent and adorable sleeping pup!

Four hours passed within the blink of an eye due to the way Sakura was memorizing how cute he appeared whenever he slept whenever Madara's voice softly spoke out, yet his eyes were still closed, "Sakura... has an hour... passed yet...?" This is when Sakura giggled softly, making Madara crack one eye open, "Well... you were just so cute when you slept that I couldn't bring myself to wake you... but to answer your question, it's been four hours..." Nodding, Madara yawned and nuzzled his head back into the pinkette's lap, "Few more... continue..."

The only thing she could do was laugh gently as her fingers continued to run gently through those silky locks he possessed as the big bad wolf once again turned back into that sweet, innocent and adorable sleeping pup. Her other hand rose and gently began to trace the bags of complete and utter exhaustion that laid dormant underneath those icy cold onyx orbs, making Madara's eyes flutter open as Sakura quickly retracted her hand, "S-Sorry Madara..."

To him, all of this felt amazing. She was good at making him feel like royalty or even a god among humans. Closing his eyes, a single hand of Madara's began to toy with a strand of Sakura's long pink locks, making her smile softly, 'I wish he were always like this... this side of him I could definitely fall for...' Was the only thing she could think as Madara picked a flower, reached up, and tucked it into the hair behind her ear without ever even opening his eyes. Internally laughing, Sakura silently nodded, 'Yup, definitely could fall for him if he were always like this, but that's asking a bit... much...'

-End Of Flashback-

Madara just couldn't seem to stay asleep, which frustrated him due to how physically drained he actually was. Groaning, he slowly sat up; which made Sakura wake up and place a hand on his arm, "What's wrong...?" No words were spoken as the Uchiha male found it plausible to glare at the cave's wall as if all of this were its fault entirely. Suddenly, it came to him like a little light bulb within his mind had just flickered on and this man reached down, unbuckled his belt and took off his Uchiha cloak before turning to Sakura, "Your turn." Was all he said before he quickly shed her top and tossed both to the side.

Sakura was tempted to shriek, but she knew how tired he was and could sympathize with that. She fully understood what he needed to help him fall asleep and STAY asleep. At the moment, the female Uchiha needed to help her "partner" get some much needed rest. 'We are SUCH an odd pairing for partners...' Was all she could think but then added in, 'But I suppose... odd is what works for us...' A tender smile graced her lips as she watched Madara flop back down.

A stray strand of Sakura's long pink locks spilled over her shoulders and Madara, being the gentleman that he was, reached up and tucked that strand behind her ear. Sakura felt her heart pounding hard against her chest, yet decided to be brave and caught Madara's hand as it began to fall before pressing it to her chest where her heart, at the moment, slammed rapidly against her chest cavity.

The simple feeling of Sakura's heartbeat was more than enough to lull the man into a deep slumber as she softly whispered, "Now it's my turn to watch over you and make sure you are kept safe..." She was just as tired as he was, yet she knew that he simply needed the rest more than she did at this point. Releasing a sigh, Sakura pulled her Uchiha cloak back on and snapped the belt over her obi. Reaching down, the pinkette began to tiredly stroke Madara's long locks; and before she knew it, she was asleep sitting up.

. . .

Five pairs of eyes peered into the cave, "Can you see anything...?" Another spoke gently, "Yes, I found her... and him..." One male who had been banged up pretty badly scowled, "I will teach that Uchiha bitch a lesson. Grab her and let's go." The men nodded and gently tiptoed into the cave as the one male who had barked out the orders stayed outside, "We can get good information out of her. Now I recognize her, her name is Sakura; one of the Leaf Village's top medical kunoichi's, only second to the sannin and current Hokage, Tsunade."

The four men that had entered the cave slowly and carefully lifted Sakura's body up before tiptoeing out of the cave and placing her under a genjutsu without even waking the legendary Madara, who was usually so alert, "Kill the Madara wannabe..." A man yanked out his sword as Madara's overpowering chakra leaked out, frightening the male to the point that all men within the cave turned and ran due the suffocating nature of Madara's chakra.

As the five walked, one male placed his hand on his chin as if in deep thought as another looked at him with a puzzled expression, "What's troubling you?" The man who had been thinking looked up, "I remember reading a scroll written by the first Hokage..."

"So...?" The original male asked and the other male, whom had been pondering spoke, "I remember reading about Uchiha Madara being married and apparently his wife's name was Sakura Uchiha." The original man laughed, "Kitane, you worry too much! She's probably just named after the ancient one, maybe she's a descendant." Kitane scowled, "How can we know that Danazu? For all we know, she could have been reanimated and then someone could have just used the Gedo Art of Rinne Rebirth to bring her back as flesh and blood."

Suddenly, another male within their group named Satori laughed, "Everyone knows Madara's younger brother, Izuna, was the only one, well besides Madara, who was brought back with the Gedo Art of Rinne Rebirth after being reanimated!" The other two men, Genu and Laki, pretty much stayed silent for this conversation.

Looking at Sakura, Satori stared at this pink haired female in complete and utter awe until Danazu, the leader of the group, noticed this, "What is so interesting about this pink haired freak with the diamond on her forehead?" Satori looked up, "She's just... really pretty. Also, do you know nothing? The diamond on her forehead is something only two people in the entire world has achieved. It's called the One Hundred Healing Mark. The only other person to achieve this was Tsunade Senju."

Rolling his eyes, Danazu stayed quiet, yet on the inside he was more than highly impressed at how this young woman had achieved something so hard to obtain. The five continued to walk for five days straight until reaching their destination. Tying Sakura up to a post, her jade orbs seemed so hazed and dull due to being under a genjutsu; however, this genjutsu was no where near the strength Madara, Izuna, Sasuke, Itachi, and herself held for creating genjutsu.

"Tell me, what are your plans and who exactly are you traveling with?" Danazu asked as he grasped Sakura's long pink locks and forced her head up, "Travel... Madara Uchiha..." Her voice dully rang out. Danazu growled slightly, "Tell me, who is Izuna Uchiha?" Sakura's dulled voice tiredly echoed out, "Izuna... is Madara's younger brother..."

Questions were harder than he thought to think of as the leader of the men grasped his chin, "What is the state of the Allied Shinobi Force?" She didn't have much of a choice if she wanted to answer or not, "The Allied Shinobi Force... was victorious..." He nodded before a smug grin plastered his face, "How much are you worth to your village?" Sakura's eyes looked so dull, so bland, and practically looked like an empty emerald void, "The worth... of Sakura Uchiha... is unknown..."

"Tch... RELEASE!" The glimmer held within Sakura's eyes finally came back and she began to look around, "IT'S YOU!" Danazu did not look thrilled, "It's time to pay you back for that punch you gave me!" Raising his fist, Danazu first slammed his fist against Sakura's cheek, causing her head to whip to the side before a deep black and blue bruise graced her porcelain skin. Spitting out blood to hit the dirt below her, the male known as Danazu began to slam his fist into her gut.

Pausing suddenly, he grinned and pulled out a blindfold, "No Sharingan use for you little missy." Internally groaning, Sakura didn't know what was scarier, the predicament she was now in... or the fact at how Madara would be returning to his murderous intentions as if he were still in the Warring States Era just to retrieve her.

Pain was all she felt... pain and more pain. Her eyes unknowingly widened in horror once she heard a jutsu being yelled out, "IRON STYLE: PINNING DOWN JUTSU!" 'T-That's a Kekke Genkai! Just like Haku's Ice Style!' Sakura attempted to move away but her arms and legs were tightly tied against a post, restricting any and all movements. The moment that jutsu was hollered out, black iron rods slammed into Sakura's biceps, thighs, feet, hands, chest, and stomach.

Screams of pain and agony were soon to follow along with the sounds of those black iron rods being lodged within the Uchiha female's skin as blood began to drip rapidly to the ground, creating a pool of blood on the ground, "P-Please stop... I don't have any information to give you!" Blood now began to seep from the sides of her mouth only to slide down her chin.

The four other members gained a worried expression as Kitane nervously spoke out, "D-Danazu...?" Snapping around the beyond pissed off male shinobi looked at his other comrade, "WHAT!?" Kitane took a step back, "A-Aren't you worried...?" Danazu released a 'TCH!' before speaking, "And WHY would I be worried!?" Kitane began to fumble with his hands nervously, "W-What if HE comes...? I mean... WHAT IF MADARA COMES LOOKING FOR HER!?" The leader of the five man rogue shinobi team cackled, "As if ONE man who claims to be a dead man could defeat five Kekke Genkai users!"

Madara's crimson based orbs fluttered open three days later, fully rested now as he sat up and stretched, causing each and every joint he stretched to pop before noticing Sakura wasn't there. Abruptly standing and allowing his Sharingan to bounce around before noticing tracks of, "One, two, three, four... and one stood outside, huh..." Turning to his crimson armor that he thought he would never have to put on again, the now foul tempered man stalked towards it before yanking it on and locking it into place.

"My, they were quite sloppy with not allowing themselves to be detected... they left their chakra everywhere..." Oh, he was beyond pissed off at this point as he laced not one, not two, but all of his weapons on his body. As he walked out of the cave with his arms folded, an even darker scowl set into place on his face, "In this world, wherever there is light, there are also shadows. There is a same concept for human beings..." Pausing his speech to slide his foot back, clearly ready to run at the speed of sound before continuing, "As long as the concept of winners exist, there must also be losers... and I assure that I will not be the one who falls today!"

With that, Madara launched himself, creating a beyond massive dent on the earth's ground. If anyone were to attempt to watch Madara running, they simply wouldn't be able to due to his impeccable speed. What took the other shinobi five days to reach, it only took Madara a day and a half of nonstop running at a terrifying speed.

Reaching the cave, the male adorning the crimson red armor slowed to fold his arms across his chest, allowing his crimson filled gaze to merely stare straight forward. Looking around he noticed the five kidnappers and gently tapped his pointer finger a single time against his armored arm to show his patience was nowhere to be found as began to stalk forward. Danazu was stupid enough to speak as he mocked Madara by folding his arms as well, "AH! Welcome to our little hideout... you fake..."

The other men were smart enough to keep their damned mouths shut as Madara's complete and utter silence along with his icy glare completely petrified their bodies. They had been "victims" of The Fourth Great Ninja War, causing them to defect from their own village's after witnessing Madara Uchiha's wrath up close and in person.

Satori began to tremble as he spoke, "D-Danazu..." Looking towards Satori, Danazu scowled, "What is it?" Satori's hand slowly lifted to point at Madara, "T-That's... M-Madara... U-Uchiha..." The finger which was tapping his armored arm began picking up on speed in sheer and utter annoyance at this male named Danazu. Quickly noticing the look the legendary male Uchiha was giving him, Danazu laughed darkly, "Oh, I'm sorry, did you come here looking for something? Or I suppose I should say... someone..."

By now, Madara's patience was so thin that it could easily be cut by one of the dullest kunai one had ever seen. Turning towards Satori, Danazu grinned, "Go ahead and light the stage for our esteemed guest Satori!" He really didn't want to do this, yet defying Danazu would just put himself in the same situation Sakura was in now, "LIGHT STYLE: SPOTLIGHT JUTSU!" A large beam of light was then directed more or less towards the top of of the cave's vertical standing wall.

Squinting his eyes due to the sheer amount of light before Madara's eyes then widened in horror at the sight before him. There was Sakura, completely nude and hanging from the wall with both arms outstretched with black iron rods protruding from her biceps and hands, her legs were closed, yet nailed into the wall with those same black iron rods jutting out from her thighs and feet. There was also an iron rod sticking out from her chest in a non-vital area, yet there was a black rod slammed right through her gut.

"S...Sakura..." Madara whispered, which Sakura's ears must have picked up on as she weakly lifted her head to weakly smile, showing blood streaming out of both corners of her mouth, "M...Madara... forgive... me..." The royally pissed off Uchiha shook his head at the female Uchiha, "Do not apologize Sakura. This is entirely my fault due to my selfish desires." By then, Sakura had passed out again; which Madara was thankful for as he heard a snarky comment coming from the leader of the four other shinobi, "If you are the LEGENDARY Madara Uchiha, then show me just how LEGENDARY you are!"

The four other shinobi within the group began to back away as Madara lowered his head, slightly spread his legs, and clutched his fists tightly, "Very well then." Madara's head shot up and placed one of the men who had looked him straight in the eye under a heavy genjutsu as Satori began to shake his head and back away trembling.

Satori knew all too well that all hell was about to break loose due to the fact that he had originally been in Gaara's company and was witness to that much death and destruction within minutes. Laki then made odd hand signs, "SABER STYLE: SWORD OF SLAYERS JUTSU! IT'S GAME OVER FOR YOU!" A bright white saber that glowed and vibrated at such a high intensity that anything it touched would melt then appeared within his hands, "So, a mixture of lightning style and wind style with a change in chakra form... ah wait, I see it now... there is a sealing jutsu mixed in with it, am I wrong? Quite the trio that is."

Laki then charged at Madara, who's blood was now boiling with sheer excitement, "I see that you wish to exchange fists with me! Come, show me your worst!" Laki began to swing his sword wildly with no rhyme or rhythm what so ever; which Madara swiftly began dodging. Left, right, below, above, side slash, straight down. Gracefully twisting his body, the male with the long and unruly spiked black and blue locks swiftly kicked the saber from the male's hands.

Shooting his dominant hand out, the Uchiha male kept his stoic face in play as he gripped his target's throat and began to crush his throat completely before snapping his neck with a loud 'SNAP' before throwing his lifeless body to the side. The next one up was Kitane, "DIAMOND STYLE: IMPENETRABLE ARMOR JUTSU!" The male's body was then covered in diamond hard armor, "You can punch at me all you want, nothing will work!"

Grinning now Madara cracked his neck seeming bored with this entire ordeal, "Is that so? Well, then maybe I should go all out, but then again; I do not think I would have as much fun playing with you if I did." It was obvious that he was having a bit too much fun with this as he pulled out his Gunbai and Kama out as Kitane laughed, "What can a sickle on a chain and a FAN do!?" All Madara could do was grin as he thought, 'Yes, keep talking...'

Kitane began to laugh much harder and not to mention it was prolonged, before the male knew it, Madara had hurled his Kama at him as he laughed, "Go ahead and try it!" Suddenly a shocked look was stuck upon Kitane's face as the sickle hooked within the weak spot of his jutsu... his mouth. Now looking like a fish on a hook as the god of war appeared before him, grasped the handle of the Kama, and ripped the male's head half way off.

Satori and Danazu now honed mortified expressions on their face as Madara then beheaded the male, Genu, and stood up straight, "Is that all the entertainment you have you offer me? Such a bore." He claimed lazily. Both men looked at Madara and how he was head to toe covered in their comrade's blood.

Slowly, the Uchiha heir began to sulk towards the two frozen men before vanishing behind Satori and simply knocked him out; fully aware that he hadn't wanted to be a part of any of this, yet soon enough he began doing a graceful series of back flips away from the male as he shouted, "IRON STYLE: SHOWERS OF DEATH!" Iron rods began to fly towards Madara and finally he grinned in a sinister manner, seeming as if he were almost returning to his old self.

Dodging was easy enough. However, Danazu never left any openings for him to attack. Doing a few more back flips, Madara then skid to a stop and made a few hand signs, "FIRE STYLE: MAJESTIC DESTROYER FLAME JUTSU!" He had been having so much fun playing with his new toys that he had completely forgot that he had been there to save Sakura, not harm her.

To say the least, the jutsu he had just used was beyond massive, yet kept going even whenever he heard Sakura's cries of pain due to the intensity of the flames. The moment his jutsu came to an end, Madara noticed Danazu on the ground, dead and began to laugh hysterically as if he were a mad man, "IS THAT ALL!?" He finally roared out and noticed Satori on the ground, also burnt to a crisp. About to turn to leave, a sudden thud was heard, making the god of war snap around.

Danazu's jutsu had obviously worn off of Sakura the moment he had bit the dust. The pain she was now feeling was so intense that she couldn't even land on her feet as her body landed on the ground so roughly that one of her ribs cracked under the immense amount of pressure. Sakura was at least thankful that none of her hair had been burned, yes, because worrying about one's hair at the moment was obviously the most important thing to do. At that moment, Madara's eyes widened, only to raise both of his hands to stare at them in disbelief.

He couldn't believe it... he just couldn't. The realization of what he had just done had hit him excruciatingly hard, 'STOP PITYING YOURSELF!' He mentally yelled at himself before shaking his head roughly to push himself out of his little pity party he currently had ongoing. Quickly running to Sakura, he lifted her body within his arms and brought a single hand to her face to gently pat at her cheek before she stirred awake, "Mada...ra..." Her voice was so weak that it broke... no... it shattered his heart into a million little pieces.

"Sakura... I-" He couldn't find the words to say to her and she merely smiled weakly, "You... did... well..." Shaking his head he knew what had to be done, "Sakura, you need to use your Mitotic Regeneration!" Slowly raising her hand, Madara swiftly caught it within his own, "Don't you give up on me!" Sakura's eyes were fading rather quickly and before he knew it, her hand fell limp and his world as he knew it... blacked out.

"BIG BROTHER MADARA! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!?" Was that... Izuna? Well, it sounded like him. Opening his tired eyes, Madara then noticed many females sleeping around him and all were naked. Sitting up, the male rubbed his head tenderly, "Izuna...?" Looking at his elder brother, Izuna tilted his head in a puzzled manner, "What is it?" Madara then looked at his own hands, "Was... that just a dream?" Shrugging, Izuna stood hurriedly, "Big brother hurry up! We have been summoned for a clan meeting!"

Nodding sleepily, the next in line to be the Uchiha clan stood and got dressed before walking out of his room, "That was such a peculiar dream. It felt like... a dream world." The younger brother of the two standing Uchiha brothers looked back at his elder brother, "Big brother Madara, get your head out of the clouds!"

Patting his own face lightly, Madara then shook his head as the two brothers came to a halt at the Uchiha Clan meeting hall before lightly knocking at the door, "Elders Madara and myself have arrived!" Izuna chimed out only to hear, "Enter."

Entering through the door, the two sat on their knees at their rightful places within the meeting hall as the female elder cleared her throat, "Madara, you have come of age; yet you have not found yourself a suitable bride!" The male elder then decided to voice his opinion, "We have spoken to the Senju clan and have found you a very suitable bride. She should soften that cold, killer heart of yours." Madara rose his only visible eyebrow at this before calmly stating, "Oh?"

The two elders nodded at this and looked up, "She wasn't directly a Senju, she was merely found in a basket by Mito and Hashirama. Now, I know you don't have a favorable opinion of the Senju's and we are well aware that you actually hate the Senju Clan. However, to better the state of the Uchiha Clan we have decided to call upon her to present her to you today. Now then, Sakura, will you please enter?" The long haired unruly spiked black and blue haired male could have sworn he had heard this name before, yet could place his finger on it.

The door then slowly slid open and all Sakura could think was, 'How did I of all people get stuck with a heartless bastard!?' Walking in, almost everyone stared at this outsider like she was... well... an outsider. Walking with her head held high, the pink haired medical kunoichi grumbled a bit under her breath as she walked, 'Why did I of all people have to be chosen to be this heartless bastard's wife... ugh, this sucks...'

Walking up to the pedestal where the elders sat, Sakura clenched her fists tightly, 'Of course... I was chosen for this to be a diplomat... yet I have no experience to actually be a diplomat!' Merely standing in front of the elders of the Uchiha Clan, she really wanted to be as disrespectful as possible. Yet she KNEW that would only cause conflict between the Senju and Uchiha Clans.

"Uchiha Madara, please stand." With that being said, the Uchiha Clan heir stood tall and Sakura almost sneered in disgust at the male known as a god of war. The elders then glanced towards the Senju heiress, "Please bow before your future husband and Clan leader." Sakura also found this disgusting, yet got on her knees to bow before Madara. The only thing he said to the pink haired heiress was, "Stand."

Erecting her body so that she now stood, Sakura REALLY wanted to cover her body considering she was already wearing the see through white kimono worn by brides so that the future husband of the bride could get a good look at her body; which he did all too obviously. The male clan elder then cleared his throat as his hoarse voice rang out, "We will need to check you thoroughly to make sure that you are indeed still a virgin." The moment the male elder said this, a scarlet red blush that was about as red as Madara's armor crossed the pinkette's porcelain skin.

"Come with me." The male stated as he stood, only to begin to walk to a separate room entirely as Sakura slowly followed before the male elder stopped, "We shall need a few witnesses. Tajima, Izuna, Itachi, Sasuke, Shisui, Obito, please come. The moment their names were called, the men stood and began to follow after the male Clan elder and Sakura.

Sakura's face instantly turned an ever deeper scarlet red as the six men then began to pass her. Tajima stopped beside Sakura and smiled about as darkly as his eyes were. They looked like a black hole that she would be swallowed up in as he spoke, "This is just to make sure you are a virgin for my son. Nothing more nor nothing less." Nodding at this, Sakura's head lowered in complete and utter embarrassment; yet nodded lightly, "I... I u-understand..."

As soon as the pink haired heiress walked through that sliding door she wanted to run, yet there was no where to run to and she highly doubted she could outrun six Uchiha's. Well, she was sure she'd be able to outrun the elder, but that was nothing to brag about. Soon enough the Clan elder spoke up, "Lay down right here."

'HONESTLY! WHAT DO THEY TAKE ME FOR!? A CONCUBINE!?' She internally roared as she began walking, yet accidentally tripped due to the room being so damn dark. However, a pair of strong Uchiha arms caught her, "Thank you..." She whispered softly and the male smiled brightly at her. It was nothing like the other vacant stares she had been getting from all of the other Uchiha Clan members.

The male then eased her to the ground and she began to internally panic, causing her to shoot up as the male named Tajima was quick to order out to the other men that were currently in the room, "Hold her down." Before she could even budge, the tiny female's body movements were quickly restricted by four male members.

The one named Obito swiftly pinned her left arm as the male named Shisui gently held her right arm before whispering out, "Forgive my being rough miss..." Shortly after that, the one they called Sasuke pinned her left leg as the one who looked similar to Sasuke pinned her right leg while the male who honestly gave her the creeps named Tajima had a front row view along with the one who looked away bashfully; only for Tajima to grasp Izuna's head and direct it back towards Sakura's sacred entrance.

"Spread her legs open Sasuke and Itachi." The two nodded quickly at the Clan elder's words and swiftly pulled her legs a part. "Shisui and Obito, open up her kimono." Regretfully nodding, the two slid the pink haired heiress's kimono open so that everything could be seen. It's not like she had fooled around with anyone, so Sakura did not fully understand why they did not just take her word over the matter.

Stand outside of the room, Madara stood with his arms snugly folded across his chest as a single finger began to tap on the other arm until hearing a scream, "WHAT IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!?" He heard the female scream from within the room. All the heir could think was, 'Must be quite a show.' He smirked darkly at his own words as he began to lightly tap a single finger against his arm.

The elder within the room slid two of his fingers within Sakura's body, making her shriek in a rather loud tone. Nodding, the male Clan elder looked back at Tajima and Izuna, "The Senju heiress is still intact. She will give birth to some fine young boys for war."

Long after the seven men had left the room, Sakura laid there in disbelief that they had just so openly checked if her virginity was intact, "What in the hell..." She whispered only to receive a reply, "My, my, quite the feisty one aren't you?" That's when Sakura's head snapped to the side as her hands quickly closed the transparent kimono, "WHO GOES THERE!?" Suddenly, he was right in her face, her future husband, Madara Uchiha.

With no warning, the male's hand quickly shot up to roughly slap the female across the face, causing her head to whip to the side in disbelief as blood now dripped from her chin. Madara folded his arms tightly, "Do not speak to me in such a tone... you Senju trash..."

This comment only made Sakura's blood boil angrily, "HOW DARE YOU SLAP THE HEIRESS TO THE SENJU CLAN!" Rolling his eyes, obviously agitated at that point in time he then spoke as he began to exit the room, "Follow me if you do not wish to get lost." The only thing she could do was obey as she stood and began to follow the heir to the Uchiha Clan.

She refused to break, she refused to wilt, and she definitely refused to become Madara's sex slave. That's all she was honestly there for. To give the Uchiha heir a child... no... she was there to give him a SON. Anything less and nine months of carrying a child would be meaningless.

Finally reaching a room, the male opened the door for her and she quietly entered, "You will stay in here until you become obedient. Remember girl, you are only here to give me what I want. Nothing more, nothing less. Keep that in mind." That was all he said before exiting the room with a smug grin plastered on his face.

Sitting in a corner, Sakura finally broke down and began to sob until the door opened, "Oh dear... was Lord Madara rough to you...?" The unknown female quietly spoke so that she was not overheard. Looking up, Sakura could only nod at her. Quickly noticing the deep black and blue bruise on Sakura's cheek, the female sighed heavily, "How does that man expect any female to love him whenever he acts like a barbarian... even should that woman only be here to be HIS wife..."

The clan heir walked down the hall of his home wearing a scowl on his face. "Of all of the women they could have chosen from, WHY did it have to be a SENJU?!" Noticing his elder brother's rage, Izuna sighed softly, "You know elder brother Madara, you could at least TRY to be nice to the woman who is to become your wife. I spoke to miss Sakura and she is actually a really gentle woman who has a strong, yet loving heart."

As if he actually CARED if the damn bitch had a strong, yet loving heart. Quickly releasing a rather loud 'TSK!' Izuna then released a heavy sigh only for Madara to snap his head at him in disgust, "Do NOT tell me you have fallen in love with the woman who is deemed to become MY wife." Slightly glancing at his elder brother, the younger brother released a gentle sigh, "No big brother Madara. I pity her, that is all." Raising an eyebrow at Izuna, Madara then folded his arms, "And may I ask WHY you pity a SENJU?!"

Izuna groaned internally, 'Oh here we go...' Was all he could think before answering, "I pity her because she was FORCED to be married, move to a foreign land, and have no one who even cares for her here. She is alone elder brother. You could be at least a TAD nice to her."

At that moment, Madara wanted to groan in sheer and utter annoyance; but that would be showing weakness, "I shall do as I please Izuna. Now go. You must prepare yourself for war. The Hyuga Clan was not happy with us choosing a Senju bitch as my bride to be." With that said and done with, Madara turned and entered his room; ordering all of his concubine's to leave at once, which they swiftly ran out before they could endanger their own lives.

Folding his own arms Izuna then called out to his elder brother, "If you even showed a shred of kindness then that person might just open up to you!" Madara angrily slammed his door open, "ANYTHING else Izuna!?" Shaking his head, Izuna began to walk away, "Forgive my big brother miss Sakura... he... just doesn't know how to show love."

Clasping his armor into place, Madara began to think of the beautiful pink haired heiress; causing him to growl at himself angrily for even THINKING of a Senju the way he currently was. Many people believed him to be heartless. However, no clan feels greater love and compassion than an Uchiha. When love is lost or gained, it gave that person the ability to awaken their Sharingan without them even knowing.

Entering his room, Izuna began to place his battle gear on as slowly as physically possible. Miss Sakura was such a beautiful, kind, and loving person. He truly just did not understand as to why his brother acted the way he did towards her. Was this all because she was simply a Senju? He honestly couldn't give himself an answer as he laced his katana behind his back.

Sighing heavily at this, Izuna shook his head roughly, thinking of this would do nothing for either the Uchiha or the Senju; yet he had already formed a small bond with his brother's wife to be. Leaning his head back, Izuna began to think, 'You cannot force one to love you without even getting to know one another. You also cannot expect that love to come so easily whenever you lock the one who is supposed to love you within their room elder brother. Love just does not work that way.'