Chapter 10 - New Beginnings

"Sakura...stay the night."

Sakura froze in her tracks when she heard her name. He was asking her to stay the night...with him?

She licked her lips nervously and turned around to face the Uchiha prisoner.

"W-What do you mean?" Sakura choked out, her throat tightening and her heart hammering in her chest.

Madara leaned back, arms folded as he surveyed his pink haired medic from beneath partially lidded eyes. Then he smirked.

"Now that I signed the consent form, shouldn't you be...monitoring me?"

Relief flooded Sakura as she nodded. So that's why he wanted her to stay. Because she was his doctor.

"I suppose…" Sakura trailed, too distracted to really put up a fight. Besides deep inside she hadn't really wanted to leave.

"Hn."

Sakura shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Silence continued to lapse between her and Madara and she could feel his eyes on her. Since she'd agreed to stay he hadn't said a word. Instead, he'd taken to watching her every move and every time she glanced up she met his watchful eyes.

Deciding she'd had enough of the uncomfortable silence, Sakura rose from her seat and decided to check Madara's chart, even though she'd done so about an hour ago.

"Tomorrow you will be able to go outside if you adhere to the rules," Sakura said as her eyes skimmed the chart in her hands. She didn't really expect him to answer but he did.

"Hn...you will be there?" he asked, eyes still watching her carefully.

"Yes, of course."

Setting the chart down, Sakura perched on the edge of Madara's bed, fumbling absently with her fingers. She could tell he was not going to make conversation and she hated the silence so she decided to give it a try.

"Uhm...your Sharingan, why is it so different from Sasuke's?" Sakura blurted, curiosity getting the better of her. As a medic, the Sharingan had always intrigued her and now she had an opportunity to ask as much questions as she liked.

Madara straightened at Sakura's question and a flash of something resembling pride glimmered in his eyes.

A smirk curved his lips and not for the first time Sakura realized how good looking he was.

"Hn. I am simply superior," Madara answered casually as though it was the most obvious answer in the world. "If you want to see it I can show you...but you have to unseal my chakra."

"Nice try Uchiha but no," Sakura muttered, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

"Hn. Its because each Uchiha has their own Sharingan. No two Sharingan are the same. Unlike the Byakugan, the Sharingan differs in appearance depending on the strength of it. But like no two person is the same, no Sharingan is the same."

Sakura's eyes were wide as she listened intently to Madara's explanation, notebook in hand. She was never one to pass up an opportunity to learn something new.

"Amazing…" Sakura mouthed as she scribbled something else in her notebook. She'd never gotten to ask Sasuke about his Sharingan and because it was a highly protected clan secret, the Konoha library never had much information on it.

Noticing Madara's outstretched hand, Sakura raised a brow.

"What?" she asked confusedly and he inclined his head slightly.

"Hand it over."

"Hand over what?" Sakura parroted, confusion rising.

"The notebook. How else will you see my Sharingan if I don't draw it since you won't unseal my chakra?" Madara smirked, feeling rather satisfied when Sakura's mouth fell open in surprise. He leaned forward and swiped the book and pencil from Sakura's grasp, then began to sketch.

Sakura found herself watching Madara as his hands moved across the paper. He had large hands with long fingers and even though he was fettered they looked strong. The medic in her noted with satisfaction that his skin had a much healthier glow these days; he was recovering nicely. Her eyes trailed upwards to his face. Dark lashes brushed his cheeks as his eyes focused downwards on the notebook. For the first time his expression didn't seem to be masked or stoic, instead she could see the concentration on his face and noted the way his brows drew together slightly as he focused.

Sakura's eyes continued to roam over Madara's face. Her eyes settled on his lips, which were pursed together creating a rather sensual but adorable picture. His dark hair and pale skin made his lips stand out and Sakura found herself unable to tear her eyes away from them.

As Sakura continued to watch Madara, he reached up and pushed a lock of his long hair behind his shoulder, but the shorter pieces instantly fell back around his face. Sakura found herself wondering what he would look like with his hair tucked behind his ears and as she fell further into her thoughts she didn't notice when Madara's eyes flickered up to her face.

It was only when she finally managed to tear her eyes away from his lips that she noticed him watching her with a smirk on his face. Blood immediately rushed to Sakura's face and she quickly turned her head away. It wasn't just that he'd caught her watching him but the look he'd had in his eyes made the pinkette feel extremely self conscious.

His eyes were dark and knowing, as if he knew that she had been admiring him and he liked it.

Sakura was extremely thankful when only moments later Madara handed the notebook back to her, an extremely smug expression on his face. She was finally able to distract herself from thoughts of how he had looked and how he had looked at her.

Sakura eagerly flipped the notebook open, green eyes shimmering when she finally viewed the sketches. He had drawn all versions of his Sharingan. On the page below her notes were three labeled sketches. His normal Sharingan, his Mangekyou Sharingan and his Eternal Mangekyou Sharingan.

"This...wow you're really good!" Sakura beamed, feeling rather excited that she now had a diagram of the Sharingan to add to her research notes.

"Hn. Of course," Madara smirked, chest puffing slightly as he all but basked in Sakura's admiration.

Sakura traced her fingers over the sketches in awe. They were extremely realistic and were excellently labeled.

"Have you drawn medical diagrams before?" Sakura asked when she finally managed to contain her awe.

"Yes, I made many of the Uchiha records in relation to the Sharingan." Madara answered haughtily, but he didn't tell her that he used to draw when he wasn't training or on the battlefield. In fact no one but Izuna and Hashirama knew that he had enjoyed drawing as a hobby.

"Oh...you seemed to have contributed quite a lot to the Uchiha clan," Sakura said hesitantly, not knowing if he would allow her to talk about such a sensitive topic. However he didn't show any signs of aversion, instead he nodded.

"Hn. I basically revolutionized the clan," he said smugly, looking thoroughly pleased with himself and rather like a preening peacock.

Sakura giggled, emerald eyes glimmering with mirth.

Madara instantly bristled.

"You dare laugh at me?" he asked coldly and Sakura's giggles increased.

"Get over yourself Uchiha, I am not laughing at you."

"Then why are you laughing? ...I have not said anything amusing," Madara frowned. He found it extremely hard to understand the pink haired medic at times.

"You just remind me of someone," Sakura wheezed as giggles continued to erupt from her lips. Madara's frown deepened and he reached over and grabbed Sakura's wrist.

"Stop this… laughter," he grunted, trying to sound cold but ending up sounding sulky, and Sakura's laughter increased until tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

Maybe it was because she tired, but Sakura found Madara's behaviour extremely hilarious and when she had started laughing she found it extremely hard to stop. But eventually her mirth subsided and she noticed Madara staring at her with a very confused expression.

She figured she must have been the first to laugh at the great Uchiha Madara.

"Fine, fine I'm not laughing anymore," Sakura conceded, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

"Hn." Madara grunted but didn't move to take his hand off of her wrist.

Sakura was about to ask him to remove his hand when she noticed how cold his skin was. A small frown creased her forehead and she instinctively rested her hand on his forehead to check for a fever. There was none. Then suddenly a notion occurred to her.

"Uchiha-san are you cold?" Sakura asked quietly and Madara's head snapped up.

"No," he hissed as if the very idea that he could get cold was utterly ridiculous. But he couldn't hide the way his body shivered under the thin hospital gown.

"I'll take that as a yes then," Sakura sighed before reaching for a blanket on the medical tray beside the bed. With practiced ease she unfolded the blanket and rested it over Madara, who glared at her but didn't move to take off the added warmth.

"Gosh...Uchihas and their pride," Sakura mumbled as she quickly checked Madara's temperature to make sure that he wasn't indeed catching a cold.

"Medic I don't think-" Madara began but was unable to finish his words when a sneeze left his nose and then another and another.

Sakura's eyes widened. Uchiha Madara was sneezing? Every time he did such humane things Sakura found herself surprised because it still hard for her to come to terms with the fact that even though he was so powerful and ruthless he was still just human.

"Uchiha-san what's wrong?" Sakura queried as she reached up to feel his forehead again.

Madara glared at Sakura and yanked the blanket off of himself and threw it onto the floor.

"I'm allergic to fleece," he said gruffly, arms crossed as he forced himself not to sneeze again. Warriors didn't sneeze. Uchihas didn't sneeze.

"Oh! My apologies!" Sakura hastily scooped the blanket from the floor and deposited it onto the chair beside the bed before padding over to the small sink in the cell and thoroughly rinsing her hands. She took her patients allergies seriously.

"I'll just give you some allergy relief medication then…" Sakura trailed as she pushed a syringe into the IV connected to the back of Madara's hand.

"I am still cold. Surely you won't allow your patient to remain in such a state?" Madara asked, brows drawn together and mouth turned downwards with annoyance, but his eyes glittered smugly. Sakura's shoulders stiffened and she quickly turned away from Madara, disposing of the now empty syringe and feeling extremely glad that she had a reason to turn away from him.

There were no other covers in the subpar cell and so Sakura was faced with two options. Leave and get another blanket or provide warmth by other means.

After quickly checking the time, Sakura realized, much to her horror, that the hospital was closed and so she couldn't go for a non-fleece blanket. She was stuck with the second option.

"Move over," Sakura sighed as she kicked off her sandals and motioned for Madara to make space for her on the bed.

Madara basically exuded triumph as he slid over to create enough space for Sakura to squeeze herself in beside him.

He always got what he wanted.

He forced himself to stiffen when Sakura looped her arms around him. It wouldn't do for her to realize he had wanted her to...well provide warmth.

"What do you think you are doing?" Madara asked coldly as he looked down at Sakura.

"Look, don't get any ideas Uchiha!" Sakura snapped as she pushed chakra into the front of her body to help exude her warmth.

"You are the one getting ideas, medic, seeing as how you are touching my body…" Madara said with feigned displeasure, while inwardly, he smirked.

"You said you were cold! And I won't have you getting a fever and then have to waste my time healing you!" Sakura snapped, feeling as though she had to defend herself.

"Indeed, but I didn't say you had to touch my body."

"Fine! You can stay cold then!" Sakura huffed and moved to remove her arms from around Madara but he grabbed her hand.

"I will catch a fever," he said blankly then smirked wickedly. "Unless you want to be fired for allowing your patient to catch a fever and die when you were supposed to be healing them?"

"You won't die from a fever!" Sakura mumbled indignantly only for Madara to raise a brow.

"Hn…"

Sakura scowled at him.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"Many people have died from fevers. And I am sure you know, since you are the medic, that my body is not in a completely healthy state and so I am more susceptible to fevers and colds," he expounded.

"I'm fully aware!" Sakura hissed. Uchihas had a way of getting under her skin.

"Well then you should know why you need to provide warmth for me," Madara continued, eyes glittering.

"I am currently doing that Uchiha," Sakura gritted out, counting to ten in her head as she struggled to keep her temper under control.

"Hn. You are doing an incompetent job because my legs are cold."

Something snapped inside of Sakura and upon impulse she threw her leg over Madara's and glared at him.

"This will have to do Uchiha, now stop complaining or I will leave."

"This is...sufficient," Madara agreed as he let a wide smirk play onto his lips.

He'd gotten what he wanted. Again.

Saying Madara was pleased was a huge understatement. The Uchiha was positively enamoured. He'd manipulated Sakura into hugging him just because he felt like it. And to be honest he couldn't remember the last time a woman hugged him.

Generally nothing but war and battle interested him. But that was when he had been utterly obsessed with power. Now that his mind was less clouded he could focus on other things.

He might be a ruthless insane killer but he was still a man. And so he did not ignore the fact that Sakura's body was pressed very close to his and that she wasn't wearing lots of layers so he could feel a lot. His smirk widened when her leg shifted against his and he looked down at her, fully intending to say something that would make her blush only to find that she had fallen asleep.

His smirk disappeared as he laid eyes on Sakura's sleeping face. Her pink lips were slightly parted and her lashes, which he just noticed were also pink, brushed her pale skin. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, probably from exerting the chakra or because of his presence and her arm rested limply across his abdomen, fingers brushing against his hip.

Her chest was pressed against his side and he noted that she was not very developed there, but when his eyes trailed down to her hips he realized that well...she was developed elsewhere.

But even though he was ruthless he had manners, so he, very reluctantly, pulled his gaze back to her face. She looked particularly angelic when sleeping, her appearance giving away nothing of the fiery temper she held inside. Then suddenly it struck him. He was very much the exact opposite of her.

She was innocent and still somewhat naive but he was so far from that. He was guilty of almost every sin possible, he was a ruthless killer with years of blood on his hands. He was full of darkness and would have generally killed someone like her.

Beside her he felt filthy.

Madara's heart squeezed painfully and he wished once again for his edo tensei body where he couldn't feel anything. He hated feeling. But at the same time he wanted to feel because of... Sakura.

Madara raised his hand, fingertips brushing the top of Sakura's head as strands of her pink slipped between his fingers. He'd fought it long enough. He had tried so hard not to like her but he knew it was for naught because he liked her.

Yes he liked her.

At this point it didn't really matter why he liked her. Whether it be the jutsu she'd used on him, or the fact that she genuinely cared about his well-being despite all he'd done.

Madara's eyes burned as he looked down at Sakura. He hated, he was used to hating. But for the first time in centuries he liked. He liked the pink haired medic sleeping beside him. He liked when her green eyes snapped fiercely, he liked her ridiculous pink hair, he liked her fiery temper, he liked that she stood up to him.

Emotions rushed through Madara and he clenched his jaw, closing his eyes momentarily as he struggled to regain control. When he was able to fence the wild new emotions that had sprung up within him, he opened his eyes and reached for notebook laying by Sakura's feet and began to sketch.

His dark eyes took in every curve and blemish on Sakura's face as he sketched her sleeping face. He hadn't intended to draw her but when he thought of the times he would have to spend in the cold dark cell without her he suddenly felt the need to have a piece of her with him at all times.

When he finished he tore out the page and folded it, tucking it into the pocket of his hospital gown. Then he turned on his side, carefully so he didn't wake Sakura, and looped his arm around her waist, hand resting on the patch of skin that peeked out from where her shirt had rode up.

Madara focused on Sakura's face as he watched her sleep, the rise and fall of her chest becoming a sort of rhythm as he observed her, eyelids growing heavy as sleep peacefully and naturally descended upon him for the first in a very long time.

Sakura yawned sleepily as she snuggled closer to the warmth beside her. She blinked her eyes rapidly as she struggled to escape the fog of sleep. She stretched and snuggled closer to her 'pillow' ready to go back to sleep when she noticed that her 'pillow' was wearing the familiar print of the Konoha Hospital gown. Her eyes flew open and all traces of sleep disappeared when her gaze focused and she realized she was hugging Uchiha Madara.

But not just simply hugging. Oh no, it was much more than that. Both of her arms were looped around the Uchiha and her leg had slid between his at some point during the night and his other leg rested over hers while his hand rested on her waist. His fingertips brushed against her bare skin where her shirt had ridden up during her sleep and Sakura found herself shivering.

His head rested atop hers and her head was nestled between his neck and chest. She could feel the restful rise and fall of his chest and was able to tell that he was still asleep.

'So he managed to fall asleep,' Sakura thought then mentally slapped herself. Why was she thinking about the fact that he had fell asleep? She needed to be thinking of how to extricate herself from his grip!

'If I just remove myself quietly, this will just have been a dream...yes a dream or a mistake, nothing more,' Sakura thought as she gingerly removed Madara's arm from around her. But luck was definitely not on her side because the Uchiha's eyes snapped open and he looked directly at her.

"What are you doing?" Madara asked, feeling rather annoyed that Sakura had woken him when he was so comfortable. He watched smugly as she licked her lips nervously, refusing to meet his eyes as she waved her hand around.

"Uhm I need to get up, If you would be so kind as to let me get up because I need to check your vitals and-"

"Why are you flustered?" Madara smirked wickedly as he placed his hand around Sakura's waist again, enjoying the way her heart rate sped up when he did so.

"Flustered? I'm not flustered! I just really need to check your vitals and get your breakfast and I have rounds to make and I'm already late-" Sakura's ramble was cut off when Madara suddenly let go of her and flipped her, effectively switching their position so she was under him and his arms framed either side of her face.

"W-What are you doing?" Sakura squeaked when Madara smirked devilishly at her, his face only inches from hers. His long hair brushed against her neck and she temporarily forgot how to breathe when her eyes met his gaze.

His eyes were intense and full of dark longing that sent shivers up her spine. Sakura froze as Madara raised a hand and traced the outline of her jaw with his calloused fingers. Her lips parted and a tiny breath finally left her lungs. Then he removed himself from over her and lay back down on his back, his eyes closed and his face back to its stoic mask.

"Hn."

Sakura's chest heaved as she struggled to regain her senses. She felt utterly raw and exposed. Her entire body felt as though it was on fire and her jaw tingled where he'd stroked it. The pinkette's heart hammered in her ears and spots swam before her eyes as she struggled to breathe.

She could still feel him over her. She cursed that blasted hospital gown. It was so damn thin. He had been so close...too close.

"Shit," Sakura swore under her breath and rolled off the bed, landing easily on her feet, clutching the medical cart next to the bed as she gulped in large breaths. Her knuckles whitened a she gripped the metal cart and forced herself to take in air and allow her heart to return to a normal pace. She'd deal with her thoughts later.

Pushing her mask of professionalism firmly in place, Sakura turned back to Madara and quickly checked his chart and adjusted his IV before speaking, her voice crisp and utterly professional.

"I will be back in about an hour with your breakfast and then we can start the first session of the day."

Sakura grabbed her sandals and shoved them onto her feet, then spun on her heel and quickly strode out the room. She could feel Madara's eyes watching her and when she glanced back just before exiting the cell she met his dark gaze and her heart sped up again.

When the cell door slammed shut Sakura wasted no time flash stepping to her house where she proceeded to strip her clothing and immerse herself in a hot shower, all the while forcing herself to think of nothing but the tasks she was performing. But when she stepped under the warm spray Sakura rested her back against the tiles that lined the shower walls and closed her eyes, allowing the flood of thoughts to enter her mind.

Her body trembled and her eyes smarted as emotions rushed through her.

What had happened? Why was she reacting like this? Why didn't she hate the fact that she'd slept in Uchiha Madara's arms? Why had he been stroking her jaw and hugging her to his chest?

Numerous questions raced through Sakura's mind and she slammed her fist into the wall.

"Dammit!" she hissed, chest heaving as her mind swirled with thoughts of Uchiha Madara.

A small chuckle escaped Madara's lips when Sakura swore under her breath and all but leapt out of the bed. He could tell he had shaken her and he liked it. He knew she wouldn't forget that night in the cell for a very very long time.

Again he got what he wanted. He knew he had anchored himself securely in her mind and she would probably be unable to think of anything but him for awhile.

Madara let his eyes roam over Sakura as she yanked her shoes on and basically ran out the room, but his heart skipped a beat when she paused and glanced over her shoulder. And when the cell door swung shut he knew that he wouldn't forget the night in the cell either.

And he knew that he would be unable to think of anything but her for a very long time.

Madara flexed his fingers as he stared down at his hands. He could still feel the soft skin of her torso underneath his fingertips. He could still feel the shape of her jaw underneath his hands and he could still see her parted pink lips only inches from his.

The Uchiha closed his eyes and rolled onto his side, only to hear the crinkle of paper and he remembered that he'd put something in his pocket the previous night. He reached into the pocket of his hospital gown and sure enough his fingers brushed against folded paper. He plucked the paper from his pocket and unfolded it, mouth curving upwards when Sakura's sleeping face peered up at him from the paper.

It hadn't been a dream.

About an hour and a half later, Sakura returned with Naruto and the ANBU fuinjutsu team in tow.

Madara instantly sensed her presence but his enthusiasm was dulled when he saw the Kyuubi container and ANBU by her side. He wanted her to come alone.

"Uchiha-san," Sakura greeted as professionally as ever, her tone and expression giving away none of the flustered feelings she'd shown earlier. "Our session will be going a little differently today, the ANBU team here will unseal part of the seal on your chakra so that I won't have to use as much chakra when carrying out the Chakra Scent technique. This is because I've been suffering from chakra exhaustion too often lately…" Sakura paused, glancing momentarily at Madara before continuing.

"And Naruto will be here to guard me." She let the statement hang in the air so she didn't have to blatantly accuse him of possibly attacking her.

Madara frowned when Sakura mentioned chakra exhaustion. He didn't like that he had been the cause of her being ill. Now he knew why she hadn't been to check on him some of the days. A tiny sliver of guilt threaded through Madara when he thought back to how he'd demanded Sakura return from her break to be his medic. But he pushed the feelings away as soon as they came.

"Hn," Madara nodded tersely, but glared at Naruto and the ANBU. He didn't have to be pleasant to them, all he had to do is not kill them...for Sakura's sake.

Yes. He would follow the rules for Sakura's sake.

"Right so don't try anything funny you bastard," Naruto growled, arms crossed over his chest as he watched Madara through narrowed blue eyes.

Madara didn't even bother to dignify him with a reply. As far as he was concerned he was above that.

"Great, well let's begin then," Sakura announced before nodding to the ANBU to begin with the unsealing.

Half an hour later the ANBU were finished unsealing Madara's supplementary seals, allowing bits of his chakra to trickle into his system.

"You may go," Sakura quietly dismissed the ANBU then nodded at Naruto before approaching Madara.

His eyes were closed and he seemed to be concentrating on something.

"I'm going to begin now," Sakura said softly as she raised her palms, concentrating her chakra to the nodes in them.

"Hn." Madara sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed so he was sitting in front of Sakura.

Sakura rested her palms on Madara's upper arms, gently channeling her chakra and enhancing her natural scent. But Sakura didn't get very far before his chakra began to force her out of his system.

"You need to relax so your chakra doesn't reject me," Sakura explained quietly and Madara instantly relaxed at her command. As her scent filled his nostrils, his hand instinctively reached up to hold on to the back of her shirt. Warmth rushed through Sakura's body at Madara's touch and she forced herself to concentrate and remain professional.

"What do you think you are doing touching Sakura-chan?" Naruto asked as he stepped towards Madara, blue eyes stormy.

"It's okay Naruto, he's not hurting me," Sakura answered quickly before her blonde teammate could do anything. Naruto halted in his tracks and cast Sakura an incredulous look but then shrugged and returned to a corner of the room, but not before giving Madara a deadly glare.

"Hurt her and I will kill you again," Naruto snarled, eyes flashing red for a second before returning to their usual blue. "Sakura-chan I will be over here meditating in Sage mode just to make sure he isn't gathering his chakra or anything," Naruto informed before plopping onto the floor cross legged and eyes closed.

Sakura nodded and turned her focus back to her chakra. She had already noticed how much less chakra she was using since Madara now had some of his chakra unsealed.

"Kyuubi brat," Madara snarled underneath his breath but still loud enough for Sakura to hear and she rolled her eyes.

"You're the one acting like a brat Uchiha-san…"

"Hn, don't compare me to him."

Sakura shook her head exasperatedly. Madara was very childish sometimes.

Silence lapsed between them until Sakura felt Madara's fingers slip in between the tiny space where her shirt ended and her skirt top began. She sucked in a harsh breath when his fingers gently rubbed against her skin but they were gone before she could even say anything.

He was definitely messing with her. Sakura was positive about this when Madara rested his other hand on the back of her thigh.

Madara looped his arms behind Sakura's knees and pulled her downwards so she ended up straddling his lap with her legs on either side of him.

"What are you doing?" Sakura asked annoyedly, she wasn't in the mood or of the mental capacity to deal with the Uchihas games.

But Madara simply looked at her, no trace of a smirk insight.

"You should sit," he said simply as if it was perfectly obvious why he had done what he did.

Sakura struggled to find words to concoct a reply, then decided to just not reply. She'd just ignore him, plus she didn't mind being off of her feet.

'And in his lap,' her inner added, cackling madly in the recesses of her mind.

'Shut up!' Sakura snapped mentally, managing to effectively silence her inner, but not before her cheeks were stained with a blush.

But she was definitely not enjoying this.

Right.

Madara's fingers brushed against the back of Sakura's thighs and she cleared her throat loudly.

"Uhm well I think this should be enough for today since you don't seem to be on the verge of an episode or anything today." The pinkette removed her palms from Madara's arms and moved to pull away from him when he stilled her with a hand around her arm.

"Wait. I want to...show you something," he said quietly and Sakura's brows shot up.

"What is it?" she queried, watching carefully as Madara closed his eyes.

"He's activating his Sharingan!" Naruto swore from his corner and leapt to his feet just as Madara's eyes snapped open, blazing red with his signature Sharingan.

"I'm not going to use it on her, Kyuubi brat," Madara spat haughtily as he glared at Naruto, throwing the blonde shinobi for a loop. He had definitely not expected Madara to say that.

Madara turned back to Sakura, subtly dismissing Naruto's presence.

"You said you wanted to see what my Sharingan looked like," he said simply as he watched Sakura through red eyes.

"I did…" Sakura breathed as her green eyes scanned his in amazement. She was taking a risk looking directly into his eye when his Sharingan was activated, as he could cast a genjutsu on her at any moment. But somehow Sakura just knew that he wouldn't.

The pink haired kunoichi watched in amazement as Madara's eyes morphed from the regular Sharingan to his Mangekyou Sharingan.

"It's beautiful…" Sakura mouthed as she stared into Madara's eyes, her mind instantly mapping the contours of the doujutsu.

"Hn," Madara smirked smugly, feeling extremely pleased that Sakura was awed by his Sharingan. But the because it was only his supplementary seal that had been released, he was unable to keep his Sharingan activated for long and his eyes faded back to black.

Sakura licked her lips and cleared her throat before nodding at Madara.

"Uhm thanks… for the demonstration," she said awkwardly, feeling extremely strange to be thanking Uchiha Madara. Still, this was important and as close to research on the dojutsu as she could get right now.

"Hn." Madara leaned back onto the bed, exhaustion hitting him as it had taken a lot of energy to pour enough chakra into the tiny opening the unsealed supplementary seal allowed to him to have, in order to activate his Sharingan.

Sakura turned away from Madara, only to see Naruto staring intensely at her.

"Sakura-chan I need to ask you something…" Naruto said seriously, motioning with his head towards the door. Nodding, but feeling nervous for some reason, Sakura followed Naruto outside the cell. Maybe it was the way he sounded more serious than normal. Maybe it was the concern in his voice. Maybe it was the expression on his face.

Locking the cell behind her, Sakura folded her lips and tried not to defensively cross her arms across her chest.

Naruto turned to face her.

"About the Uchiha… I'm really scared that… No, I'm concerned about your safety because… I noticed that you… or is it…" Naruto seemed to be unable to put the question into perspective even in his mind, and his frustration showed on his face.

Or maybe it was that he couldn't find the right words to express his concern.

"Just spit it out, Naruto," Sakura said, feeling a little testy.

"Is something going on between you two?"

AN: AAAnd chapter 10 is out! Ohoho Madara is getting a little erm needy~ ;D The suggestion to have Madara go outside the cell was chosen but it will be featured in ch 11 so continue to so suggest and congrats to Satsuma-chan for getting your suggestion chosen! Anyway onwards! Review review and thank you so much for the support so far it has helped me to be able to put out a chapter every Thursday!

This story will have 16 chapters and if it gets 400 reviews by chapter 15 there will be a sequel *0* What the sequel will contain shall be revealed later on ;D