He watched the girl through the one way glass pane on the wall, she sat down on the floor looking on her hands as if they were some piece of art, she looked his way and he managed to see her face, kekei genaki theifs, are supposed to be older, this one here is incredibly young, 24 or 25 at max, her face looked anything but a criminal face, soft features, bright emerald eyes, and soft short locks of pink hair, pink? There was not a single clan in the fire country with pink hair?

"So what do you think of her?"

Muttered his brother who was just beside him observing the girl as well.

"Doesn't look much" he said in reply.

Izuna kept looking at the girl through the glass "They never do, we should be careful tho, this girl kidnapped one of our children and managed to fight 4 Uchihas on her own"

Madara nodded his agreement while walking toward the interrogation room door, he's aware that apparence can be deceiving, it's the quite ones, the least visible that are always the most dangerous.

She gasped as soon as she noticed him coming in, her eyes widening in acknowledgement, she knows him! But how? As far as he knows he had never seen this woman before.

"So you know who I am"

He Muttered, voice flat.

Her hands and legs were tied with heavy metal, what was his brother thinking when he tied such a small girl like this? Then again Izuna was an extremist guy, he shouldn't be surprised.

"I'm talking to you woman" this time he snapped at her "You know who I am, don't you"

She avoided his gaze as she spoke. "Uchiha Madara"

His name was said with so much disdain, clearly she didn't like him that much,but why?

Madara knelt down to better see her face

"You know me , yet you decided to kidnappe one of our children, what an audacity."

His voice, poster and the way he talked all screamed arrogance, she wasn't surprised really, this was Uchiha Madara, the guy who said Thunder hits mountains referring to himself.

"I didn't kidnappe anyone sarada is my daughter."

"Oh really" he said

" Yes" She answered looking directly at his face, this face that had been torturing her dreams for a while now.

Madara hummed as he took the chair across from her "I fell to see any ressemblance between you and her"

She decided to ignore his comment, for it was true, Sarada looked nothing like her

."Let's start from the beginning what do you think ?" "What's your name?" his said voice deep and slow this time."Where's my daughter?" she snarled.

Madara frowned, not many man dare to look at him in the eye, and this tiny woman here was talking back to him as if she was his equal.

"We can do this the easy or the hard way woman, the choice is yours" he said sharply.

"I'm not answering anything until you tell me where is my daughter."

"You are in no position to ask questions pinky, let me make this clear, I ask, you answer"

"Just tell me where's my daughter and I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Madara blinked.

Her concern for the girl looked real, as if she really cared for her, he decided that there's no harm in telling her ."she's fine, you should know that she's an Uchiha and this is her clan, we know how to take care of our own kins"

Sakura narrowed her eyes at the man , can she trust his word? this Madara seemed different, he spoke more than she had expected, and he actually answered her, maybe she had arrived at the right time to save the Uchiha.

"Sakura" she said in reply for his previous question. "My name is Sakura" The Uchiha chuckled, looking at her hair.

"Your parents must be really creative Sakura San "

She stared at him incredulously.

Madara focused his piercing eyes on her, taking in her surprised, confused expressions, he floded his arms on front of him before saying.

"So sakura, tell me about yourself"

The kinoichi frowned, that she didn't expect , was this some kind of a sick game Madara was playing?

"How did a girl like you ended up being a kinoichi" he added sounding really interested in the answer.

It was uncommon for a woman to be a kinoichi in his time, unless she was not a marriage material, looking at the girl in front of him, he concluded that it can not be her case.

She remained silent, looking at him with curiosity, it's him, Uchiha Madara, surely younger than the one she met during the war, probably 27 at max, and more alive, but he was definitely Uchiha Madara.

"Let's try new question then" He said.

"Are you married? Will your husband be looking for you? "

(Seriously!! Was this guy real?)

" I don't believe that's an interrogation question"

She said rolling her eyes at him.

Madara smirked "Interrogation ? Who said anything about interrogations? I was merely trying to make a conversation with you"

Sakura blinked in disbelief , Who the hell told her that Madara was a normal person before his brother's death? Obviously this guy was nuts since the beginning.

"You'r not from here? What brings you to the fire lands?" he asked again.

Sakura took a deep breath, okay maybe this was her chance to convince him of her background story.

"I'm traveling, that's all"

"hin, we have beautiful views in here don't we? The fire land is the most logical place for a woman to travel through, peaceful"

His sarcasm wasn't funny at all to her, she decided that she'd rather deal with the blood thirsty Madara than this guy.

"Don't frown pinky, am trying to have a conversation with you, I figure there's no harm in talking to you, chances are am going to have to kill you eventually, so why not make you as useful as possible, I mean I'm not trying to pressure you to talk or anything, but this might be your last chance "

Sakura felt a chill go down her body, kill her? He was going to kill her? Now that's the madara she knows, she can't die though, not without finishing her mission.

" So? " he said" Are going to tell me where are you from, or am I to guess for myself?"

Sakura's eyes twitched, she's not sure how to deal with this guy, being caught by the Uchiha's wasn't part of Sasuke's plan .

" If I were to guess, I'd say You'r from the sand nation"She glared at him, "What would make you think so?"

As far as she knows she didn't look like a sand citizen did she?

"You have that air of someone who's been drinking blood instead of water"

He said in reply.

Sakura rolled her eyes at him, does he really believes that sand people drinks blood when thirsty, it's a rumor the Senju started, he shouldn't believe that.

She looked back at him and he was smirking, oh right, of course he didn't believe the rumor, it was just to see her reaction, now he knows she's not sand.

"If I tell you the truth you won't believe me"

"Try me" he leand closer, sharingan activated and she felt a chill running through her body, his eyes brought some painful memories back.This was not supposed to happen, the plan was to stay out of trouble, to not interfere in this world,and here she was stuck in the uchiha compound, talking to uchiha Madara, too much for staying out of troubles and not interfering.

"I'm Haruno Sakura, my village was far from here, it has been destroyed " she said in one breath."

" What about the girl, were did you find her" He asked.

"I didn't find her, she's my daughter"

I don't like games girl" Madara's voice was menacing this time, gone all the good mood surface he was playing .

"I'm not playing games" she said calmly looking him into the eyes "She's my daughter, her father was an uchiha"

" Who?? Who was your uchiha lover? "

He was frustrated, as a clan leader he was supposed to protect the sharingan, but how can he do his job if his clan men broke the rules.111111111111111111111111111111111

Hinata's breath scorched her throat with every gasping inhale as she limped up the steep forest hill.

Beneath the soggy leaves coating the floor, loose gray stones made the slope treacherous, the towering oaks stretching too high above for her to grip any branches should she tumble down. Braving the potential fall in favor of speed, hinata scrambled over the lip of the craggy summit, her leg twanging with pain as she slumped to her knees.

Forested hills rolled away in every direction, the trees like the bars of never-ending cage.

A week, It had been a week since she lost truck of sakura and sarada, they were supposed to stay together, and now sakura was no where to be found, she was worried, surely sakura was strong enough to take care of herself, but this was a new world, who knows what's in here, besides sakura and her daughter were her only family in here.

10 minutes later she felt someone following her, great, just great, that's what she needed.

It only took her a breath for the worrior who was following her to appear in front of her standing in the trees.

Senju Tobirama! She gasped when recognizing the white haired man.

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She was delicately built, small enough that he might have thought her barely past 16 were it not for the full breasts beneath her close-fitting leathers.

Those clothes had snared his interest immediately, pants? A man clothing on a woman? Must be a kinoichi, there was not too many kinoichis in the world, and he was curious to know which clan does she belongs to, that's why he followed her.

when she turned in his direction, her white eyes scanned him with an assessment that was too old, too practiced. Wait white eyes? a huyga!! , can't be .

Her pale face was dirty, gaunt. She'd likely been out here for a whileEvery muscle in her body was tense— forcing a soft breath through her pursed lips and taking a fighting stand.

Seriously she was planning on fighting him? she'd likely hurt herself crashing through the trees before reaching him with that injury in her leg. He thought while studying her.

The length of her braid snapped against her pack, her silky hair dark like every huyga. The wind shifted, blowing her scent toward him, and tobirama breathed it in, He knew that scent, fear, she was afraid of him, but trying to act stronger.

During the past few years , he'd slaughtered many, many enemies who bore its reek.

She launched herself on him, a kunai in her hand, she probably decided that best way to defend herself is to attack

And so Senju tobirama started his hunt.

He unsheathed his katana knowing very well that letting her touch him with those hands meant death, in few minutes the fight started.

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Hashirama stood at the window of his room, A watery February sun shone down between the branches of the trees, casting fingerlike shadows over the stark winter landscape. Strolling the gravel paths between the hedgerows, the little blond boy paused to study the hollyhocks and ivy beds, the skimmia and carpets of heath that made up the winter garden.

He was 4 or 5 at max, a little innocent kid, his blond hair glowing under the sun, a smile on his youthful face, ignorance is a bless, he thought, this kid isn't aware of what awaits him, if the huyga girl they caught was really his mother, they'll have to kill her, and the kid would be sent to the nearby fisher village and be raised there, with those poor people.

Hashirama sighed as he watched the boy destroying his precious flowers, running and jumping on them, this kid was so active for his own good.

His wife walked in and stood just behind him, her small hands on his shoulder."Watching boruto? , isn't he a handsome little boy, I can't seem to stop kissing him myself."His wife fell in love with the blond boy from day one.

" his name is boruto? "

He Asked.

"Yes, and he's very smart Hashirama, you should see the way he manage to trick ashina San and hanaku, or the way he talkes,Oh my, he's so so cute"

"Hmm, you seem to be so found of him"

He Muttered still watching the child.

She nodded "yes, Hashirama I... I'v been thinking about something "

Oh he knows this ton, it's when she has a suggestion he won't like "

" Go ahead, tell me "" I was thinking about boruto, if he turns out not to be the huyga girl son, can we... Can we adopt him?"

Hashirama turned to look at his wife, her face so hopfull.

" Please " she pleaded.

He hated to disappoint her, but it was something he needs to do "Mito, sweetheart, we can't do that it's _""Why not" she cut him off.

"It's complicated Mito, the kid might be the hyuga's son, or someone's else son, we can't adopt him, even if he's not her son, I'm a clan leader, my child will be the next clan leader, it has to be my own flesh and blood"

Mito frowned, her Chakra flared, she was about to argue when Tobirama knocked the door.

"Brother, you need to come right now"