A/N: hey guys! I'm back with another chapter! I just wanted to say a few things. I am trying to keep Madara in character from what we know of him (I am soooo not a naruto manga/data book/wiki nerd… nope :P), as well as his younger brother. Madara in short is ambitious, powerful, a bit conceited, cares for his younger brother, thinks the only thing that can be passed on is hate (thanks to his brother dying and the Senju taking over the village). Izuna is devoted to his brother and loyal to his clan.

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The day of the wedding dawned and Sakura paced back and forth in the antechamber leading to the shrine where she and Madara would become husband and wife. She wore a gorgeous gold and red kimono with her hair swept up in elaborate buns with the comb he bought her snugly in place. The tassels swayed back and forth as her body could not stay in one place.

"I can't do this," She was panicking.

Sneaking a peek at the guests who attended she was shocked to see Hashirama and his clan on one side and the glaring and unsettled Uchihas on the other. Kiko, the clanswoman who helped her get ready, entered the chamber.

"Are you ready, Sakura no kimi?"

It would be her official new title in the clan. The title was only for the high ranking noble ladies.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded.

Kiko escorted her out of the chamber and moved away from her to seat herself. As Sakura walked nervously down the aisle (stumbling at one point), she gazed at the man who she was going to marry. Madara wore a dark blue yukata with a sash and light colored pants. On both sides of his robe held the mark of the proud Uchiha clan. His eyes locked onto hers and for a moment she stopped breathing.

He looked undeniably handsome today.

She looked equally as beautiful.

Murmurs in the crowd were of her beauty, the kimono, and the prestige she'd bring to the Uchiha clan. Surprisingly, Mito was seated by Hashirama and offered a small smile and a wave. Izuna stood by his brother in silence.

Eyes glossy, lips quivering, she faced Madara.

His lips curved ever so slightly into a smile as he turned with her to the priest. As words were exchanged they both sipped sake at intervals per the tradition of the wedding ceremony. When the priest started to say the final words to make their union official, she started to glow blue.

The crowd collectively gasped, some stood and backed up.

Sakura instinctively knew what was going to happen next. Gazing up at Madara with kind sparkling green eyes, she cupped his face. Leaning close she kissed his cheek and softly whispered to him. He reached out to touch her, but she dissolved right in front of his eyes.

A moment of silence reigned, each person afraid to move, think, or speak. Then a deep guttural roar erupted from Madara followed by Susano-o forming around him, effectively destroying the shrine and making people run screaming in fear. Hashirama clapped his hands together and wrapped trees around Susano-o's body, halting it's destructive movements.

"Madara, old friend, calm down."

Madara, wild with bloodlust and despair, turned an evil eye to Hashirama.

"You did this," Madara's voice was borderline demonic, "You took her from me!"

With a swing of Susano-o's hand Hashirama went flying.


Sakura landed on her back in the chilly night air. She was back on the play ground with Naruto. Sitting up she glanced around, finding the man in the mask looking down at them. Watching Naruto's back, she stood. Relief washed through her, he was ok.

Naruto was glaring at the man, while the Akatsuki leader looked a bit bored. In a blurred flash of movement, Konoha reinforcements showed up. The masked man's partner morphed out of the ground.

"Time to go Tobi," The mechanical voice of the black one talked to him.

"We could still take the nine-tailed fox," the whiter half said optimistically.

"There are too many people now, we will retreat," Tobi replied.

That voice… that chakra…

Sakura's eyes widened, unbelieving.

"You.. You're…" Tobi turned his head slightly towards Sakura.

"… not Madara." She ended with a whisper.

"Touché, my dear." Tobi waved before disappearing into a swirl.

"Sakura-chan, do you know him?" Naruto placed his hands on her shoulders comfortingly.

"Maybe," Her voice didn't rise above a whisper, holding him back.

"Sakura-chan," Naruto eyed her up and down, "What's with the get-up?"

Sakura realized she was still in her wedding kimono.

Reaching up, she removed the comb and stared at it for awhile. She hadn't been dreaming, this wasn't a genjutsu, it all had been real. She almost married Madara Uchiha, the most legendary man aside from Hashirama in existence. With a tinge of remorse in her heart, she blinked away a stray tear and smiled at her best friend that she considered a brother.

"Want to get some ramen?" She spoke off handedly.

"Eh? Yeah!" Naruto grinned back.

"Hold up," Tsunade said from behind them.

They finally saw the rookie nine, Kakashi-sensei, Shizune, and Tsunade showed up to help.

"First of all, we need to get a detailed report of what happened here," Her teacher eyed her dress, knowing it was a wedding dress and not a simple kimono.

Sakura looked away, almost ashamed.

"Can't be do it later Oba-chan?" Naruto groaned, holding onto his now rumbling stomach.

"No, it cannot." Tsunade put her foot down and there was no more room for nay say.

While Naruto was complaining and the rookie nine asking questions, Sakura tilted her head up to the night sky.


The headaches had returned, worse than ever. Madara battling with his eyes, tossed and turned in his bed. Izuna was there, hovering with a cool wet cloth. Knowing his brother was in unimaginable amount of pain and going blind, he stuck by his side.

Another torn cry, Madara twisted in his bed.

"Where is she?!" He was still more angry and confused about losing Sakura it dulled the pain of his eyes, if only a little.

"She's gone brother," Izuna wiped the sweat from Madara's brow.

"I need her here to heal me," He spoke in almost a yell.

"Madara, your eyes, they are starting to bleed." Izuna removed Madara's hands from his face and saw the damage. Sensing blindness had finally come, Madara lied quiet and still. He heard Izuna cry out in anguish followed by a dull drip, drip, drip sound on the tatami mats.

Opening Madara's hands, he placed two round objects within them.

"Take them."

"I-Izuna, you," Madara could barely make out his brother through the oncoming darkness.

Izuna smiled, eyes closed; blood running down from the corners.

"I'll do anything for you Nii-san."


"Here you go," Sakura smiled, finishing wrapping a patient's wrist.

"T-thank you," The man replied, entranced by her beauty and kindness.

Sakura was located in tent three and the amount of patients streaming in from the battlefield was endless.

"Next!" She called over her shoulder.

"Oh, Neji-san."

"Sakura," He replied.

Sakura gestured to a seat, which the Hyuga took.

As Sakura did her evaluation, the thoughts and memories of six months started to crowd her mind. Going to another time, meeting the first hokage and Madara, almost marrying the strongest Uchiha, coming back to war… almost getting killed by Sasuke when she tried to persuade him to allow her to come along, the clash between Naruto and Sasuke, the masked man showing up again. Her skin crawled unpleasantly every time the masked man appeared in her thoughts. He seemed familiar, but the aura he exuded was of a dead cold stillness.

"Alright, you are done Neji-san," Sakura finished applying the bandage to his cheek.

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"Don't you see? The Senju will oppress the Uchiha! We will be secluded and pushed to the foreground!" Madara stood with his clansmen gathered around. It was official, Hashirama won the title for Hokage.

"Not a month your brother is buried in the soil for eyes you took and you talk about war mongering?" One man spoke up.

"I did not take them," Madara answered lowly back.

The clan members looked unbelieving. They always knew what an ambitious and prideful man Madara was ever since he first took over being clan leader. Most believed he snapped the day his bride-to-be disappeared.

"Who will stand with me?"

Murmurs broke within the crowd and then they slowly started to turn away. Madara glared at each of the members retreating backs. Cowards… traitors, those not worthy of being called Uchiha. That afternoon he packed his belongings and left the clan and Konoha, intent on finding enough power to overthrow Hashirama.

Three months later he found Kurama or what was known as the nine-tails. Glaring up at the beast, he told it that it would only be made to serve those with blessed eyes and it's existence was only to be used for destruction. After Madara placed his seal on the beast he traveled back to Konoha to confront Hashirama. Before clashing with Hashirama, he opened the coffin to see the body of his brother still perfectly preserved.

"Brother," Madara whisper echoed off the walls in the secret chamber he had kept him in underneath the Uchiha shrine. Hesitantly he brushed the dark locks of his younger brother who laid in silent repose. Madara's face scrunched slightly, he would get revenge.

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Sakura traveled at a quick speed with Kakashi's platoon. They received word Naruto was in open combat and the five Hokages were fighting as well. Clenching her fist, her green eyes shone with determination. She wouldn't let Naruto bear the brunt of any burden that was placed on him any longer.

"Wait for me, Naruto!"

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End chapter. This chapter was a filler of sorts to see the parallel times set into motion and to see the time passing. If anyone is confused in this chapter, I advise reading up on the manga. Six months has currently passed.