Tsunade slapped Madara's hand away as he reached out towards Sakura, "Keep away from her."
"Ah," his tone was completely monotonous. He looked at her like one would look at an extra piece of paper. "You broke free." He must have gotten distracted when he was telling their story.
"She's my daughter, Madara." Tsunade hissed angrily as she forced herself to stand on shaky legs, grabbing and holding her tightly. Her fist clenched around the clothing Sakura wore.
"She was never yours. She was made for me. I want what is mine." He didn't look at Sakura this time, not wanting or needing the distraction she offered. He was determined to go through with his plan of reclaiming her, but he was powerless against her when she wanted something.
"Mama?" Sakura asked softly as she looked up at Tsunade "What does he mean? Is he my dad?"
"No, Sakura!" Tsunade snapped as she tore her eyes away from the man before her. "Your father was Kizashi. He was a great and honorable man; nothing like the scoundrel who is trying claim you."
"Honorable?" Madara laughed loudly, "What was honorable about that man?"
"Don't talk bad about my daddy!" Sakura yelled as she looked at Madara, fire burning in her eyes. "He died for me!" Madara didn't say anything this time, he was too captivated by the fire burning in the womam traped in a girls body. He didn't care that she was defending a man who died to trap him in oblivion.
"I'm sorry," he apologized sincerely. Tsunade's eyes widened comically as she looked at the man before her. She'd never dreamed of seeing the evil man apologize to anyone, especially not a small child. Especially not to the person created to destroy him.
Sakura bestowed a pure and innocent smile on him, her green eye's softening as she nodded her head at him. "I forgive you, but please don't do it again. My father loved me."
"There is no doubt Kizashi loved you, my dear. Kizashi and Tsunade both are forever loyal to you." Madara directed his next line to the girls caretaker, "Let her go, woman." There was no power in his words, only desire and unbreakable will. Tsunade paused for a moment as she looked down at her daughter. Sakura stared at him with so much love and affection, the girl she use to be in love with this man. She looked back at the dark god; he stared at the small child with pure and undying love. Tsunade sighed reluctantly and placed a kiss to Sakura's head before setting her on the ground.
Madara crouched low to the ground and smiled with his arms wide open, "Come here, little one."
The small child smiled and ran towards the large man, her arms spread wide as she lunged herself at him. Madara caught her with ease; he held her close his face buried in her bright pink hair. He inhaled her scent and all the misery he'd felt at the lose of her disappearing in seconds. Sakura's small arms wrappes around his neck, his long her cushioning her cheek as she laid it on his shoulder with a soft sigh.
"Madara," she said mumbled softly.