The Imperial Uchiha Princess

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto just the plot to my story.

Chapter 3

It was a cold rainy day at the Uchiha compound. Harutoura Uchiha, the head of the Uchiha Clan, sat quietly in his library contemplating the events that too place earlier that day.

He went to visit his family shrine and pay his respects to his ancestors. Just as he stepped foot in the shrine he was engulfed in a black void. He closed his eyes and opened them again only to realise he was nowhere near his intended destination. He looked to his right to see a woman with long white flowing hair.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He asked as he immediately got to the offence as he took in the surroundings. The rain fell from the sky but did nothing to soak him to the bone. They were in a park of all things he noted silently still waiting for the woman to answer. She in return gave a pointed look to shut up and watch the scene before him. She pointed off into the distance where he spotted something pink in between the trees. As soon as he saw the pink figure a girl stepped out from behind the bushes completely soaked to the bone and looking completely miserable. The Uchiha clan head still couldn't figure out what this had to do with him. He found his vision becoming blurry as he felt we was ready to faint.

Protect the princess... Was the last thing he heard before everything faded out of existence as he fainted.

Two days after Sakura's birthday...

News had ben buzzing around the Uchiha compound of an arranged marriage between the "weak" Uchiha heiress and Ikki Uchiha, one of their clan's strongest warriors. This had Madara buzzing with rage as he entered the compound. Kai was six years older than Sakura and had accomplished so much to gain respect within the clan. However Madara didn't like him very much as he was too arrogant and too much of an ass kisser to put it lightly. He was constantly bothering Madara about ways to help in the on going war but Madara would have none of it. Personally Madara thought that no man was good enough for his little princess of a sister. He had long since noticed that her muscles had begin to become more defined and came to the conclusion that she was training in secret after their father's numerous occasions of refusal to train her. But that's ridiculous right as she was only three, right... Or so he hoped. His suspicions were confirmed when he followed her into the forest on the day of her birthday. There he had gotten a shock of his life as Sakura's mentor was the most beautiful woman had ever seen and just the sight of her did funny things to his person.

This was not acceptable. This strange woman was training his sister something their father should be doing and not random strangers his sister happened to meet. But his own father didn't want to teach the little girl so she had no choice but to be trained by other means, unless she wanted her father to disown her in a heartbeat if she kept annoying him about having to train her. Madara shook his head at the ridiculous thought, there is no way in the seven pits of hell that his sister would do something like that. She loved her family too much. However he never knew how wrong he was. The more his father refused to train her and their family members trying to force her into arrange marriages, with the exception of her mother and eldest the brother, the more she grew to resent them with every fibre of her being.

Madara stood there for quite sometime watching this woman train his sister. For the first time in his life he began to see what a prodigy Sakura was and how much potential she had. It's a pity their father hadn't taken up to training her yet. But he didn't want to either, well at least not for the same reason his father didn't want to. he decided that Sakura was too fragile to be put on the battlefield and he didn't like the fact that she could be placed there one bit. Besides being a shinobi was not for females, their place belonged in the household taking care of their families and raising their children, teaching their daughters how to become good wives one day. That's what Madara thought anyway. That's how he thought.

She (The white haired woman) could sense Madara watching their every move. She could pick up his perfectly concealed chakra signature like it was nothing, she was a goddess after all. She kept her smirk inward not tipping him off in the slightest that she knew he was there. Sakura on the other hand was hard at work on the kata she was performing trying to master it to perfection. It wasn't her ideal day for a work out since her muscles' souls were even protesting, The sweat poured down her face like water would down a waterfall.

Madara just stood there assuming that none of the two females in front of him had detected his chakra signature just yet. Which was a good thing in his opinion at least. Men can be so over-confident at times the white haired woman scoffed rolling her eyes inwardly. Sakura could feel her master's annoyance roll off of her in waves.

"Shishou what's wrong?" She asked stopping her katas and looking at the woman questioningly. Now that she stopped he could practically feel the ache in her muscles.

"Nothing is wrong Sakura-chan..." Her master said lost in thought. Her demeanor changed from annoyed to evil in an instance as if she had the most brilliant idea that has yet to be heard of. Sakura sensed her impending doom.

"Did I tell you that you can stop your katas?..." She asked an evil glint in her eyes. Sakura began to step backwards fearing for her life. Who knew senseis could just look at you and you immediately knew that they could be extremely devious. The more she backed up the more the master advanced towards her. Before her master could even reach within ten feet of her she bolted for the trees hell bent on getting away and not getting roped into whatever devious plan she was concocting. Little did she know that she already fell into her trap. Perfect... She thought egging Sakura to run on bolting straight past Madara which was her initial plan.

Madara was confused to say the least. The one minute his sister and the white haired woman were there and next thy had vanished faster than the minds eye could see. He had no idea that his little sister was that fast. Truly a prodigy in the making. Something he hasn't seen since... well... Hashirama. He could safely say own that his father was a fool for not wanting to train his little sister and he knew that if Ikki ever pissed his sister off he would have his ass handed to him on a shining silver platter. Oh Madara couldn't wait to see that, as far as he was concerned that boy had an ego larger than his IQ, which was something that Madara could not stand for the life of him. That arrogance was going to get him killed on the battlefield. Madara was ripped out of his thoughts a a flash of pink flowed by a flash darted past him. A needle of wind followed soon after as her master chased her. If he had not been paying attention he would not have felt it as it was already hard to notice while paying attention.

A few seconds later he heard a loud bang as Sakura was sent sailing through the air and slammed back first into a tree.

"Okay! That's enough!" Madara yelled, Sharingan activated and kunai firmly in his grip ready to protect his precious sister at all costs.

"So you finally decide to show yourself. Uchiha Madara." The woman said in a crisp tone her stance too relaxed for Madara's taste as it quite cleary showed that she didn't view him as any kind of a threat. Sakura groaned in pain causing Madara to look at her worriedly though the fury still present. She shrunk against the tree having gained her bearings and realising what a world of trouble she was in.

"Wait... Shishou you knew he was there the entire time and the only reason you been going on like a mad woman and beating me senseless was to draw him out? Am I right?" She asked as realisation dawned on her that her mentor has been messing with her the whole time. She got up with some discomfort as her agonising muscles protested against being in constant use. Madara looked like he wanted to help her but he was scared that if he moved that crazy woman was going to attack her again. So he stood there ready to attack if the white haired woman dared to move an inch.

"Yes I did." She admitted without feeling a hint of remorse for her apprentice. Madara was at a lost for words though wondering how his sister could socialise with this bat shit crazy woman as if it was understanding and down right normal.

"What were you thinking training with this mad woman imouto?" He asked his back still turned to her. This way he wouldn't notice the disdain that currently resided in her viridian orbs as she thought about how she was denied her training by her father. However her master did. The older woman almost laughed at the dense Uchiha. Almost laughed as she realised what a stupid question the Uchiha heir had asked his sister-her apprentice.

"Training Madara-nii since everyone at home refuses to train me in the ways of a shinobi. All they're interested in is the fact that I have to be trained to be a good housewife for my future husband and do as I'm told." She said, disdain coating her voice. Madara just looked at her sharply not liking the tone she was using when she was talking, especially about their family.

"And you will not tell father about this right ni-san." She said using her infamous puppy dog eyes against him. Madara knew he couldn't say no when she used her eyes against him like that. Curse her for being so cute and curse him for being so soft with his sister.

"Fine but then you have to train with me too." He promised. After that she knew he wouldn't mention it to their father. After all he was a man who kept his word no matter how much he didn't like it.

"I'll train with you on one condition ni-san." She said getting up from her seat on the ground.

"Name your price." He stated.

"I still get to train with Shisho." She said evenly. Madara's eye twitches slightly.

"Fine but on one other condition." He agreed finally putting his weapon away after coming to terms with the fact that the white haired woman who Sakura referred to as Shisho would not attack him or his sister.

"Anything Madara-ni." She said folding her arms across her chest.

"You have to train with Izuna and I." He said finally. Her eye twitched as she grumbled.

"Madara-nii I'm not straight jacket material yet." She complained, but he could clearly hear the agreement in her voice. The white haired woman just watch the scene before her in sadistic amusement.

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