As hard as it was to do, he'd buried her and devoted himself to hunting down the one responsible for her death. It was a sound nin by the name of Kabuto who'd planned out and ordered the attack, and Madara had taken great joy in capturing the man and torchering him for all his worth.
The rat was still alive, two years later, and still screaming for death at every chance he got.
Madara wasn't merciful though.
This man had taken his love away from him.
He'd taken Sakura, torn her from the happy future that could have been.
Two years of loneliness.
Two years of planning.
Two years of catching glimpses of green and pink whenever he closed his eyes.
He couldn't escape from her.
And he didn't want to.
Leaning back against the old tree and mindlessly tracing the small headstone next to him, Madara let out a sigh and looked up to the dark star filled sky.
It always left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Nothing should try to compare to her beauty, nothing ever could compare to her.
To Haruno Sakura and her kindness, her smiles, her love. The love he'd only had for a short few months, but would stay with him until his dying breath and after.
He remembered the conversation he'd had with her seemingly lifetimes ago, and silently prayed that she wasn't a star watching what he was about to do.
She deserved better than that.
So much better.
War.
War was what he needed.
What he wanted.
He'd rip this world apart and tear it to shreds until he could find a way to bring her back safely.
The world would weep in fear.
Everyone would perish for taking her away from him.
And he'd smile while doing it.
The allied nations had banded together and put up a good fight, but it wasn't good enough. They were all trapped in his genjutsu, all victim to his will as he stood before the Kyuubi container, Hatake and the last Uchiha.
But the dark arm piercing his heart had him stunned.
It…hurt.
But at the same time, the blackness suddenly trying to infect his body was a relief.
Because he swore for a moment he could hear her again.
His body convulsed and he let out a pain filled scream, his voice shattering the sudden silence.
He swore he could see her standing a few meters away from him.
His ringed eyes remained open as he fought to get away, his hand reaching for the phantom image before him.
Holding the hand of a little dark haired boy, whose smile was just as bright as her own.
He smiled.
Everything went dark, her voice echoing in his pain filled mind, her soft and caring face the last image he saw before his body was ripped apart.
'It's okay, I still love you Madara. See Izuna-chan, I told you daddy's smile was funny!'
Over and done with! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it! And yeah, I was crying a little towards the end there….damn it.
Let me know what you think! Did I make you cry? Did I?