"Sakura-san," Madara calls, approaching her.
Sakura contains a sigh, turning to the Uchiha. When his countenance brightens completely, Sakura finds that she cannot bear to hurt his feelings, even as her hand fidgets toward her shoulder where his words lay.
"Hello, Uchiha-san," Sakura greets, looking up into his bright face. "How are you today?"
His grin widens if that is possible as he falls into step beside her. "I am well, Sakura-san. Better now that I have had the chance to see you," He stops, clearing his throat before pressing on, "Would you be willing to join me for lunch?"
"Of course, Uchiha-san," Sakura replies.
This is the dance they do nearly every day. Madara seeks her out and asks her on an outing of some sort. He is unfailingly respectful of her boundaries, especially knowing now that she knows nothing of this world.
Or of Soulmarks.
They make their way to an open, airy pavilion, taking seats across from one another.
Sakura finds herself slightly uncomfortable as she eyes Madara's neck, framed in clothing to display her words to him proudly. She does not understand this world and its Soulmarks.
She doesn't understand him.
"Just once," Madara says.
"I'm sorry?" Sakura replies, leaning forward.
"Just once, would you…would you touch the Mark?" He gestures to his bare neck, eyes intent. "Please."
Sakura nods though she finds it an odd request. She moves her hand toward him, fingers brushing the fragile skin of his neck tentatively. Sakura gasps as electricity shoots up her arm, even as the Mark changes colors beneath her touch.
Madara moans, trembling as his body is wracked with sensation. He reaches up, encircling Sakura's wrist with his hand.
"I want you," Madara says. "I know that I can come to love you." His eyes are red and spinning. "I will fight for you."
Sakura wonders what exactly she has gotten herself into.
