Day 90
What are emotions ? What are feelings ? These are many questions that neither Sakura Haruno nor Madara Uchiha had considered asking internally.
For the Uchiha just like for Sakura and any self-respecting ninja, controlling emotions was essential in life. It was also one of the first things that was taught: to control or even erase all emotions. These were the result of an intense emotional state which manifested itself in a strong mental and or physical disturbance such as screaming, crying, bursts of laughter, tension...
Emotions prevented a reasonable and appropriate reaction to the event that had provoked her. Emotions could be of such force that it could overwhelm and make anyone lose their power and let themselves be dominated by them. This is why Madara refused to let himself be invaded by them and that he had thus obtained his reputation as a cold and insensitive man.
But since he was in the presence of Sakura Haruno, Madara Uchiha asked himself this question : if the emotions were harmful why did they exist ? After all when he had felt the joy of being able to get up and walk and he had not lost his mind.
Of course, he had learned to control his emotions, especially the negative ones and he knew that it was important to know how to do it because it allowed to avoid committing irreversible actions. But by definition, the emotions were only fleeting. He had also had proof of this when Sakura had sometimes deliberately mistreated him during the care she had lavished on him: he had felt anger or even the desire to strangle him but it only lasted a short moment. Quick emotions replaced by relief and joy at having the use of one's body again.
But far beyond emotions, there was something new that Madara Uchiha couldn't fully define: feelings. No one had taught him to differentiate between the feelings he might come to experience in his life. Until now, for him, feelings were of the same nature as emotions. But as he was in contact with the young woman who took care of him, the more he began to have thoughts or even actions that he did not explain against him.
He admired her because she was able to do a lot of things that even he didn't know. He also had respect for her for the same reasons mentioned above. But on top of it all, there was something he couldn't define. He loved seeing her smile just like he hadn't liked when he heard her cry. He hadn't liked it when the Leaf ninja had followed her either: even if he had had a hard time understanding this, he would have eliminated the member of his own clan without any hesitation in order to save her.
All of those little things were actually feelings the Uchiha couldn't yet define since no one had taught him to do so. And without realizing it, Uchiha Madara was experiencing the more complex feeling that a human being can have: love.
And it was the same feeling that Sakura Haruno had been trying to define for several days. Because of her condition as a woman, but also because she came from a time more open to these psychological considerations, Sakura knew how to distinguish between emotions and feelings. These were the result of awareness of an emotional state. Like emotions, feelings could be defined as an emotional state, but unlike them, they were built on mental representations.
The feelings were less intense in felt than the emotions because they settled down permanently in the mind. Likewise, Sakrura knew that what differentiated emotion from feeling was that the feeling was usually directed at a specific element, such as a situation, a person... while the emotion might not have been. well-defined object.
During her life course, Sakura had come to understand that feelings were therefore emotions made aware by the brain and which had to last over time. The feelings are then nourished by the emotions : hatred is fueled by anger, admiration by joy...
But what tortured the mind of the pretty young woman with pink hair was the feeling of love. From her courses in human psychology, Sakura had learned that love could be characterized by a certain number of emotions and physical feelings, such as the acceleration of the heart rate, sweaty hands, the blissful smile that could be registered on the face, but also the intensity of a look...
In addition, emotions such as joy, physical desire, excitement, attachment, tenderness, and many more go hand in hand with love and all intense physiological and psychic sensations cause a felt pleasant and above all addicting.
However, Sakura was currently at a stalemate. She knew the whole psychological theory of how in love works, but all this knowledge had never taught her why and especially how human beings fall in love. The proof was that she had been trying, for several days, to define what she felt deep inside.
When she first met Uchiha Sasuke, she immediately understood that she loved this boy. It was something she had known deep down in her being. Her heart had started to speed up just looking at him, a blush had appeared on her cheeks and if she had had to go talk to him she probably would have stuttered.
When her eyes rested on him, she found no fault in him and her brain worshiped him. Everything was perfect with him, and this feeling had been the indisputable sign that she had found the love of her life. In a way, she had fallen in love with Sasuke Uchiha but was it really love ?
Before meeting Tsunade Senju and studying with her, she would have said yes without hesitation. She was an innocent young girl, little informed about the complexity of the human being and because like many people before her, believed that once the loved one was found, life could only be magnificent and respond to this absurdity than to live happily ever after.
It was enough for her to realize the terrible realization of the disillusion that had caused her this unfailing love she had had for Sasuke. How could her life have been wonderful with an individual who had tried to kill her three times ?
What she had felt for the young Uchiha of her time had at least the merit of confirming one thing: the feeling of attachment. Indeed, through her understanding of the human body, Sakura discovered that emotions and feelings were only the result of a hormone produced by our brain: the hormones of attachment.
But by observing the couples of her time, Sakura understood that the hormones of attachment did not allow the love between two people to last either. On the contrary, it would even seem that the couples started a romantic relationship based on the initial physical attraction for the other. It was therefore only as the relationship progressed that the partners got to know each other truly in their entirety. Hopefully, the romantic feelings continued to develop and continue to fuel each other to maintain the attachment. However, Sakura had largely been able to observe that, once the physical attraction had passed and the first personality flaws were revealed, the couples quickly separated because they did not
Today, as she was immersed in her thoughts on love, she took stock of the romantic feelings she had had for Uchiha Sasuke. Yes she had loved him and she could never erase what she had felt for him. He would forever remain her first love, her childhood sweetheart. But now she knew she had no more love for him not because she would never see him again but because she realized that this love would not have brought her anything positive. Love was not a one-sided feeling and Sakura yearned for something else, she wanted someone to love her: her!
Now that she was in the Sengoku era, Sakura faced another difficulty. Unfortunately, women had no freedom and had to accept their sad fate. Couples lasted forever, and those even though there was no love to share. The man could not leave his wife because it would be a disgrace for him and his family. Women could do nothing without having a husband. So they were silent and silently accepted the words of their husbands, their infidelities, because they were only women and they had no other choice available to her.
But Sakura was no ordinary woman. She was a woman from the future who would not allow herself to be ruled by a man. She would be independent, free and would love a man for love and not for politics. Because she was a modern woman who, thanks to the sacrifice of many women, had fought for gender equality ! The young woman therefore hoped that with the peace she intended to bring to the world, she could also change mentalities and the condition of women.
However, before she could achieve her goal on the evolution of women, Sakura obviously had a problem that cluttered her mind more than she would have liked to admit. When she had accepted the hermit Rikudo's project, she was far from reconsidering the feelings she had for Madara Uchiha. At first, she had only hated this being, only because she saw through him only the Madara of her time.
But for three months now, Sakura discovered a totally different person. She saw a powerful, charismatic, influential person who knew what he wanted in life. He was a man capable of protecting his loved ones, had fragile sides and if you were someone who had earned his respect: he listened to you. And without her realizing it, Sakura was experimenting with another form of love : Learning to love someone.
Uchiha Madara was walking slowly in the garden, the exercises imposed on him by Sakura were bearing fruit. He managed to walk slowly on his own. However, he still couldn't run or use a chakra in his muscles, but he managed to walk for a good hour as long as he took regular breaks. It was also a relief for Madara who could finally move on his own.
He was currently standing next to a tree on the edge of the cliff, gazing into the distance, a slight smile on his lips. Since Sakura was no longer doing daily checks, but weekly, Madara could for a few days put clothes on her upper body. Not that he was ashamed of his body, on the contrary, but autumn was approaching and with it, the cold.
— What's the matter with me ? Sakura wondered sitting at her desk while watching her patient walk outside. For some time now, she found herself appreciating his presence more and more, loving feeling his intense gaze on her.
It was something totally new to her. She had never known a man who looked at her that way. Sasuke had only looked at her as a useless person, Naruto had the look of a child, but Madara... Him, had several ways of laying his eyes on her and that disturbed her enormously. He could have that curious, interested, sometimes calculating or even intrigued look. Sakura could therefore easily say that she did not leave him indifferent. And it is for this reason that Sakura did not know any more where she was. Because she had never let a man know the real Sakura. No one had told her that she was beautiful in such a subtle way. She found herself appreciating more and more his rare intimate and awkward moments between them.
— Sakura-san ? Madara's deep voice said, pulling her out of her questions about her confused feelings at the same time. Since he had thanked him after the first walk out of the house, Madara and Sakura had called each other by their respective first names, another sign of respect and closeness between them.
— Hai ? Sakura asked confused.
— You are fine ? Sonda Madara worried.
— Yes why ?
— I called you twice and you weren't answering, Madara explained after walking the path from the garden to her doctor's office.
— Gomen, I was just in my thoughts, confessed the concerned who received in response only a thin smile. The man was more relaxed since his thanks and Sakura understood that even Madara was a multi-faceted human. A face for the outside world which must be irreproachable in order to preserve the honor of his clan, a cold and ruthless face for his enemies and a more relaxed and tender gaze for those close to him.
— Would you like to come and walk with me ? Madara asked, looking out not wanting to show her embarrassment. It was something new for him to ask a woman to take him for a walk, usually he would have imposed his opinion.
— With pleasure, replied Sakura, happy to refresh her mind. Would you say that we are going to the village ?
— That does not bother me.
— Give me a moment, the time to take my basket to buy some vegetables, she said, heading towards the kitchen. She returned with a wicker basket on her arm before standing next to Madara and grasping her right arm out of habit.
— How long before I can use chakra in your opinion ? Madara asked as they walked towards the village.
— It will depend Madara-san, this is the first time that you are going to take such a long walk, if you are not too tired, we may consider running in the days to come.
— Sakura-san, I would like to ask you a delicate question...
— I'm listening, answered Sakura who never knew what to expect with the brunette by her side. His questions were always surprising, moving from a deep medical field to that of totally mundane question.
— Is a member of my clan... began the brunette slowly before stopping and looking the young woman in the eyes. Is responsible for the loss of those you loved?
It didn't take him a verbal response to realize that was indeed the case. Madara had always been good at asking the right questions and this time he made sure to look his interlocutor in the eye. He could thus read his soul and as soon as his question was asked his gaze changed. He was sad, angry, cold and at that moment he realized that a member of his clan was responsible for this woman's pain.
He felt anger inside him without really understanding the reason.
— Who ? Madara added after a few seconds during which Sakura did not answer.
— He's dead... she finally said, lowering her eyes. She was trying to put her mind and her heart in order, both at odds.
— You killed him ? Asked the chieftain who knew Sakura had already killed Uchiha in her life.
— His own madness leads him to his doom, Sakura announced, thinking back to this famous battle, when Madara became the equivalent of Rikudô Seninn before being stabbed by Black Zetsu.
— Her name ! The brunette demanded forcefully.
— Please Madara-san, implored Sakura painfully. She especially did not want to answer this question, it still hurt too much to bring up this subject. Already she had had trouble clearing her mind for a few days, so openly talking about her past with Madara was inconceivable.
— I understand, Madara finally gave in, seeing all this pain in the back of this woman's eyes. He wanted so much to dive into this ocean of turquoise, but he decided to resume their walk.
— Madara-san...
— Yes ?
— Be civil, please. The people of this village are very nice and are not used to seeing people of your ilk, recommended the young woman who knew that Madara was a very proud person. She got no response from him, but knew deep down that he wasn't going to do anything, at least she hoped so.
The village was only twenty meters away, the cry of children playing outside was heard. A hammer hitting the anvil was also audible and mingled with the surrounding hubbub of the village.
A smile came to Sakura's face when she saw Hitomi, her closest friend of that time. She was heading in his direction when she felt Madara stop. She turned her gaze in his direction and found a serious Madara with a hard face.
— Madara-san ? Sakura asked for the attention of the Uchiha, worried about his attitude.
— Sakura ! Hitomi's voice shouted, except it wasn't normal. She quickly turned her head to her friend and saw her scared face pointing to the road behind them. She turned and could see in the distance a group of men running towards the village, arms drawn in hand.
— Probably bandits... Informed Madara who had heard the sound of footsteps, but above all felt their presence, hence its sudden stop. Even though he was supposedly dead and no one was looking for him, Madara was nonetheless a paranoid ninja, always on his guard, on the lookout for any noise or suspicious behavior.
— Gather everyone and hide ! Sakura shouted to the villagers.
— But Sakura, and you !? Hitomi worried about her friend. But in return she received only a soft smile from the young woman with pink hair.
— Do not worry about me my friend, reassured Sakura before advancing slowly towards the group of bandits. They would soon be within reach, and Madara walked unperturbed beside him, a cold look in her eyes, her arms at her sides.
— No chakra in your legs Madara-san, warned Sakura just before the confrontation.
— Hai, answered the concerned conscious that he had to protect himself. But they only seemed to be civilians, his reflexes alone should be enough to deal with this threat.
— What are they doing ? They are going to get killed ! One of the villagers panicked when he saw their doctor and this brunette walking in the direction of the invaders.
— Something has to be done ! Said another man with a pitchfork. However, he was stopped dead by Hitomi's voice.
— No ! Trust them, stammered the unsure woman.
There must have been about twenty individuals, ordinary people who had to loot small villages after small villages. The first bandits arrived at Sakura and Madara and the carnage began.
The first to be in contact charged Sakura with the sword pointed forward to spit it. Thanks to her practice, she took a slight sidestep dodging the blade. She grabbed the wrist carrying the weapon in the process and with a simple rotary movement, she cracked the framework of the joint. The bandit immediately dropped his gun and screamed in pain at the abnormal angle he now had. However, his screams did not last, he received just after two fingers loaded with green chakra at his neck, rendering him unconscious.
The next one who was in close combat had targeted Madara who easily dodged the sword pointed at him. The Uchiha grabbed his assailant's weapon with ease, just circling around to cut off the bandit's head in the process. He did not linger on the corpse and continued on his way alongside the young woman.
— Don't look darling ! Hitomi ordered, turning her son to face her so he wouldn't see so much brutality. She understood in a second what her friend had meant when she said that Uchiha-sama was a born killer. His presence, his stature, his body language, everything embodied the danger in him.
It was by no means fair, the two protagonists dodged, parried, before finally crushing each opponent arriving at their level. A broken arm, a severed limb, a howl in pain before finally losing consciousness or dying. This is the sad reality of the bandits charging Sakura and Madara.
— It's… it's unbelievable… one of the inhabitants trembled, watching the two shinobi destroy this threat. In barely fifteen seconds, a dozen men had just been neutralized or simply killed without warning.
They were two opposites, one neutralizing while the other killing. But both were ruthless in their punches. Two beings, trained to kill for their homeland, now defending their home.
— Go around and capture the women! Ordered what appeared to be the leader of the bandits. We will occupy them.
Hearing this, Sakura saw red and decided to put an end to this little game. We weren't attacking the people Sakura loved. He was ten yards away from her and a simple propulsion of his chakra-laden legs allowed him to cover that distance in a second. She appeared in front of him, her cold gaze announcing that she would have no mercy on this individual.
It struck full in the chest and at the moment of impact a thud was heard accompanied by the characteristic sound of bones breaking. The man's rib cage exploded into a thousand pieces, puncturing all of his internal organs. With such a blow to the chest, the man died instantly before being propelled down the cliff.
She turned her gaze to Madara, he was surrounded by several bandits whom he dodged and appeared without problem with his sword. One leg was severed in a graceful movement of the Uchiha, which continued towards a throat, taking one more life.
Sakura made two kunaïs appear in a pouf of smoke in her hands at the sight of a bandit running towards the villagers. No pity for rapists, no pity for those who prey on his people.
She threw one of the two kunai. His shot was precise, and with its legendary force, the gun landed in his back : a moan came out of his mouth before he collapsed to the ground. During this time, Madara had just killed all her opponents and the last two survivors were running to stay alive.
It was out of the question to leave witnesses who could speak about what had just happened here. Sakura threw her second Kunai at the nearest man who received the weapon in his cranium. She prepared to run in the direction of the last robber, but Madara stopped her.
— Leave...
Madara repositioned the sword in her hand to throw it like a javelin. He adjusted his body, positioned his legs for the best fit. He couldn't use his left arm to balance, so he activated his Sharingan for a second to aim over a hundred yards away. His eye analyzed his running speed, the force of the wind and the course to give, then he launched.
The gesture was fluid, graceful, controlled: the weapon traveled the distance very quickly before piercing the man through and through.
Sakura didn't waste a moment and crouched down before waving her hand.
— Doton: Kan'oke no jutsu ! Sakura said, before placing both hands on the ground. A large pit was created in the earth in order to deposit all the corpses. After all, it was not necessary to make graves for this kind of person.
Once the pit was in place, Sakura took charge of taking the bodies and stacking them inside. Madara meanwhile picked up a new sword before heading towards the few survivors. He had no remorse, no pity and finished off the bandits who had been neutralized by Sakura.
— Please help me ! Implored a bandit who crawled towards the stunned villagers. They had just seen two people kill about 20 people with such ease. Madara, hearing this voice moved towards the concerned one who had a severed leg.
— Nah... Please ! Plea... Arhg... the man pleaded before dying, his head punctured by a blade. The gesture was clear and precise and above all ruthless.
Madara lifted her gaze from the body to look at the people in front of him. They were afraid and that was understandable : they were afraid of being killed too. He stared at them for a few seconds with a heavy gaze, it was bloodcurdling. Then after a while, he bent down and grabbed the leg of the corpse to drag it into the mass grave.
— Hitomi... who... who are these people ? Asked a dark-haired woman next to her.
— I... I don't know, but I trust Sakura, Hitomi replied, watching her friend put another body in the hole.
— How are your legs Madara-san ? Sakura inquired with a worried face, she had seen her fight against several opponents, tilt back, bend her legs. He had strained his back and legs.
— Endurable, Madara replied, starting to make Ninjutsu signs with her only good hand. Step aside.
— Please don't force it too much.
— Katon: Goukakyuu no jutsu.
Madara wasn't the greatest fire specialist for nothing. Even putting little chakra in his Ninjutsu his techniques became devastating. And nothing could survive the furnace that the Uchiha summoned. The temperature produced was so hot that the inhabitants of the village had to take a few steps back so the air became hot. After about twenty seconds, all that remained was ashes.
— Doton: Umekomu no jutsu , Sakura said to bury the pit and make the road as before. The only evidence that there was a battle here were the traces of blood on the ground, but a good downpour of rain would fix that.
Sakura dusted her hands off before going to pick up her small wicker basket. She also readjusted her clothes, the only sign that she had just fought before joining her patient.
— Everything is fine ? Sakura asked once more. It wasn't that she wanted to be annoying, but as a doctor she didn't want him to hurt himself for nothing.
— Hai, thank you, Madara replied with a small smile.
He had just tested his body after three months of convalescence. Admittedly, he hadn't pushed himself to the maximum as Sakura had asked him to do, but he was happy to see that he could already fight.
— Don't move... Sakura whispered before pulling out a white handkerchief from one of those pockets. She brought the handkerchief to the brunette's cheek and gently and tenderly wiped away a trace of blood. She made the gesture last, keeping her gaze fixed on the brunette's. Why she was doing this, she had no idea, but Madara didn't do anything to stop her or interrupt the moment.
This tender moment lasted a few moments before Sakura realized what she was doing. A small blush appeared on her cheeks before she grabbed Madara's arm to walk towards the village. However, the gesture as well as the embarrassment on Sakura did not go unnoticed by Hitomi who had a broad smile on her lips.
The two ninjas approached the villagers who suddenly bowed down one after the other. When someone saved your life in the Sengoku era, they were shown gratitude, but Sakura was not used to that.
— Sakura-sama, Lord-sama ! Many people said.
Madara was named Lord-sama by his power, but also by the way he stood. And without knowing a name, this diminutive was ideal.
— Come on, come on, this is... Sakura began to say before being interrupted by Madara.
— It would be an insult to them to deny them what they are doing Sakura-san, explained the dark-haired man who was beginning to know the young woman. She didn't want us to bow down to her, she just wanted everyone to be equal.
Day 91
Sakura was sitting in the main room peeling vegetables for tonight's meal. These had been graciously offered by the inhabitants of the village to have saved them from a horrible death. She wanted to refuse but Madara prevented her.
As her basket filled with vegetables and other offerings, Hitomi had moved closer to her ear to whisper words to her that made her blush.
— He's just a patient.
Sakura shook her head to remove the memory from her head. She hadn't known what to say to her friend and pretended not to understand. She was not yet ready to face what she was feeling. Granted, she enjoyed Madara's company, but from there to loving it, it was something that she still couldn't imagine. Yet she saw his tender gestures as well as his discreet looks. But she didn't want to do it, she felt like betraying all those she had loved and who had died because of him.
Night had recently fallen, and the room was enveloped in soft music from the gramophone. Madara had taken a liking to it and asked, or rather demanded to have it every evening. It is therefore under a delicate air of music that Madara was installed on an armchair reading a book recommended by the young woman.
Except he couldn't concentrate on his reading. He was still thinking about this gesture, this look, he had wanted to activate his Sharingan to immortalize this image in his mind, but Sakura would not have appreciated. He placed the book on the table beside him before observing the young woman in silence.
She was humming softly to the beat of the song, an innocent tune hung in her face as her hands busied themselves with peeling carrots.
— Sakura-san, called the dark brunette.
— Yes ? Sakura asked without turning to the concerned.
— Have you ever had someone in your life ? Madara questioned as if he was talking about rain and shine.
— Why such a question please? Sakura asked back.
— I agree that you are not a conventional woman... Madara began as Sakura turned her gaze in her direction interested in following her response. But I am surprised that no man has managed to take hold of your heart.
— As you say, I'm not like other women. I do not intend to let myself go, I do not intend to bow down in front of the men, and it has scared any suitor, explained Sakura, resuming her task. Men don't like a woman to be better than them or stronger than them. They feel weak and I have no intention of pretending to be someone I'm not... I want a man...
Sakura stopped to think about what she really wanted. Did she really want someone ? Yes, she was hoping to have someone in her life, someone to love her, someone to accept her and whom she could rely on...
— I want... a man who will consider me his equal. Who will love me for what I am, who will not regard me as a vulgar trophy to be displayed or as a vulgar surrogate mother ! I want to know Madara-san love, but I want that person to respect me as a human being, that the man I would choose elevate me to their level, hand in hand.
Why did Sakura say that ? Why had she been so open to this man ? Is it to make her understand that she was not just anyone ? Or to tell her that if he wanted to try something with her, he should change.
— You haven't fully answered my question Sakura-san, Madara said in a deep voice.
— There was someone... I loved someone once, Sakura sighed, thinking about Sasuke, her childhood sweetheart. She liked to remember that sweet feeling she had towards the Uchiha of her time, but it also brought back painful memories.
— Why didn't it work ? Madara asked delicately.
—He stabbed me in the heart with a Ninjutsu technique, Sakura said resentfully, remembering the feel of Sasuke's arm in her chest. She placed the peeled carrots in a bowl, then the peelings in the tray.
— What is his name ? Madara asked with a harshness in her voice that Sakura had hardly heard. He wanted to hurt this person who had dared to hurt her.
— Uchiha Sasuke... and he's already dead, Sakura replied firmly before getting up, tray in hand towards the kitchen.
Madara understood why Sakura hated the Uchiha clan so much. He remembered one of the first sentences the young woman said to him : * They tried to kill me, to submit or to hurt me. *
Nonetheless, he had no recollection of an Uchiha named Sasuke, possibly a renegade or a distant member. After a while, Madara heard a noise in the kitchen, a sign that Sakura was preparing the meal. He had never asked for a particular dish, because everything Sakura had cooked for him was delicious. Moreover, he had finally agreed to listen to this woman when it came to her health. The proof was that three months later he was able to fight again.
The record had come to the end of its song and the room was silent again. As he was about to get up to put on some music, Sakura beat him.
— Sakura-san.
— Hai ?
— Who trained you to fight like that ? Madara asked.
It was something he had wanted to know for a long time. He had only seen Sakura fight each time for very brief moments, today included. But this fight yesterday afternoon had proven to her that she was trained in the ninja arts, and even Ninjutsu.
— His name was Kakashi, Sakura said with pain and Madara understood that this man was someone close to the young woman. I miss him a lot, it is partly thanks to him that I became the woman that I am... He knew how to see and believe in me.
— He had to be someone powerful to make a woman of your ilk.
— Hai, he was a great shinobi, approved Sakura, putting the record in its sleeve. But he was like all men.
— What do you mean ? Madara asked curious.
— He was weak in one area.
Madara hated being called weak, even indirectly, and Sakura had just called him weak.
— And in what way was he weak, please ? Madara asked with a harsher tone.
— Facing the fair sex.
— I'm not weak ! The Uchiha stated firmly.
Sakura said nothing more and let the music fill the house again. After a few seconds of music, she put her hands in the sign of the ram to throw a Hengen at her.
Sakura had always been a beautiful woman without making much effort, except that at this moment, Sakura had every intention of proving her point. Her traditional outfit was replaced by a white dress with a bare back that stopped just at the start of her posterior. She wore no pants and showed black stockings reaching her thighs which ended in lace. The same went with his arms to cover his biceps. Being with his back to the Uchiha, he had a direct view of the young woman's forms which were accentuated by heels.
She turned sensually and approached with a provocative smile towards the Uchiha. She was lightly made up and Madara found her to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She was so beautiful, she released so many things that he was speechless and did not know what to do.
He didn't react when she was in front of him and straddled him. She placed her buttocks right on her privacy, as if she was trying to tease him. She leaned forward to get closer to his ear. One of Sakura's hands was resting delicately on the brunette's chest as the other gently caressed his cheek.
— Tell me Madara-sama... do you find me to your liking ? Susurra Sakura with a sensual and tempting voice. Do you think you could help me?
— Hai... Couldn't help answering Madara with difficulty. He couldn't think anymore and wanted only one thing: this woman. He had once had the lust for the flesh, but still managed to keep control. But this time, he was totally captivated, it was brutal what he felt inside him. He only wanted one thing, and that was to put his lips on hers, to feel her thin body against his, to squeeze her and just make her his.
Sakura's hand that caressed the Uchiha's cheek went down to her neck.
— You see Madara-sama… that's what men are weak at… they can't resist the fair sex, Sakura whispered sensually in the brunette's ear. I would just have to summon a kunai in my hand and I could easily slit your throat, she said sharply.
Then Sakura moved away very slowly from the brunette, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. She got up from her position and headed for the kitchen, not without moving her hips. When she found that she had played enough with the man, she made her Hengen disappear, resuming her outfit from before leaving a completely stunned Madara.
— This woman is going to drive me crazy...