"So, what's the deal Sanosuke?" He placed the steaming bowl of ramen in front of Madara, honestly, he might have outdone himself this time. While it wasn't as good as instant ramen or anywhere near as awesome Ichiraku ramen was it was a lot better than that time Sai talked Sakura into making him birthday ramen. Neither one of those two could cook and he nearly died.

Oh, right, he might, never see those two again. Or anybody else from Konoha. If only he knew how and why he ended up here, he might be able to figure out someway to-

"This is surprisingly good," Madara spoke between greedy gulps of ramen, she held the bowl like it was merely a sake dish taking large sips of the broth. "Far better than the tomato-based monstrosities my clan makes." She gave him a smile lowering the bowl for just a moment. "Congratulations Naruto, it is not often I am forced to admit defeat, but you are the better cook, your reward is the honor of cooking for me every night."

"You just don't want to cook."

She shrugged, her smile offering now shame. "As for Sanosuke," Her frown vanished behind her bowl, her mournful silence betrayed by an obnoxious slurp that almost made him proud. "He is one of my stronger warriors, having survived many fights against the Senju. In the past, he was one of my strongest supporters as well and even agreed that further fighting with the Senju would be pointless."

Holy crap, was Sanosuke Madara's ex or something? Wait, no that didn't make sense with how he talked. He took a sip of his own ramen, more salt next time. "Something happened didn't it?"

"He was to marry my sister." She looked so timid, displaying a softness that betrayed the edge she carried. "No one took her death well, but Sanosuke took it harder than most, and all the love had had for my sister turned into hatred for the Senju. He let that hatred consume him, to cement himself as the second strongest ninja in the clan."

"And you?" Sanosuke sounded more like the Madara he knew, well kind of, it might just be an Uchiha thing. "I mean, I know you said that still have hatred, but why didn't you let it consume you?"

She gave a curt laugh lifting her bowl up once more. "You should know the answer to that by now," Her smile turned wry, "I hate to lose, even to myself."

XXXX

His bed was significantly less comfortable than it had been in the morning, it was cold, lumpy, and significantly empty. He tossed for what felt like the hundredth time, the cover half covering his body as he switched between too hot and too cold faster than Sasuke switched sides. Sasuke huh, that was another person he wasn't going to see ever again. Not unless he lived for like what, a hundred years? Uzumaki's were good at living long and several people have said that he was too stubborn or too stupid to die, so he'd probably be able to see all of them again.

Wait! What if Sasuke is related to Madara? What if he became Sasuke's grandpa? Bastard would probably be a shitty grandson. Holy crap he was going to be older than Jiraiya! And older than the old man. Were they even born yet? Oh, hey he could make sure that his parents wouldn't die.

All that required was to make sure Madara didn't go crazy. That was easy.

He yawned, rolling over and gathering the blanket around him snuggling into its warmth. It was going to be great seeing everybody again. All he had to do was not die, so far he's done a pretty good job of that.

Something was wrong.

Awareness was thrust upon him as his sleep was disturbed. His heart was pounding, beating like thunder in his ears as adrenaline woke up every still sleeping muscle in his body. The air was thick with chakra, why? Who? What? When?

It did not take much Natural chakra to tell him where it was coming from; Madara's room, but she was not alone.

He was out the door before he was fully awake, fighting against whatever jutsu had been cast, he couldn't hear his footsteps and all of his muscles felt like they were asleep. Some kind of sleep based jutsu? Why? What was going on? He needed to see if Madara was okay. She probably was, but he had a bad feeling about this.

Every step felt heavier than the last, his muscles were begging for an endless sleep. Like hell, he was going to let some cheap trick beat him. Again. Gathering Kurama's chakra helped shake it off.

"I warned you Madara!" Sanosuke's voice rung clear once he reached her door. Inside, he could see Sanosuke and Madara standing there in her room, chakra surrounding both of them. And Madara looked like she was in pain, frozen with her arms at her sides.

"Bastard!" She spat, eyes shut as she tried to struggle against whatever invisible bonds held her. "I'll kill you!"

"You'll do nothing Madara!" Sanosuke laughed, "This is my ultimate technique! Everything that you were, everything that you will be, will become mine and you'll become nothing! I will take your name and I will make sure that the Senju burn!"

Why did villains monologue so much? Didn't matter, Rasengan's normally shut them up. Oh great, he was Sakura now, solving everything with violence. Ehh, Sanosuke was a dick and was trying to kill his girlfriend. That was Rasengan worthy.

Much like early today, Sanosuke was slammed into the ground with a single Rasengan, his jutsu ending. Madara stumbled grabbing her head like she was having one hell of a headache, part of her robe was undone, exposing her left breast.

He took a step forward, reaching out for her. "Are you-"

She roared, pushing past him to kick Sanosuke in the head rolling him over. Where she then proceeded to give Sanosuke one hell of a beating. She sat on his stomach, delivering blow after blow to the other Uchiha's head with a ferocity that could quash an army. "You fucking bastard!"

"After everything I've done for you! After everything we've been through you tried to take my life?" She continued to beat down upon him, tears falling from her Sharingan. Her face was flushed red and her breath was as erratic as her chakra. "If your hatred has led you to attack you own clan then you are nothing but a mad dog!"

Her hands flashed through one hand seal after another. "And like any beast, you must be put down."

"I'd rather die than ally with those Senju bastards!" Sanosuke slurred, blood spilling from a broken lip.

"So be it," The tears stopped and composure graced her once more. "You wanted my power Sanosuke? Then you can have it."

Flame so bright and hot it could be called lightning shot out from Madara's mouth, right at Sanosuke's head. His scream could only be heard for a moment before the roar of the flame drowned it out. He struggled, arms and legs flailed in a vain attempt to stop the jutsu. But it was too little too late.

Madara's floor began to blacken, skipping the steps of being on fire and going directly to white-hot ash, then to obsidian. The air in the room turned drier than Suna, the sweat on his body and the tears on Madara's face being evaporated in the heat.

Even after Sanosuke stopped struggling, she continued to burn where his head had once been. She only stopped when his entire body was nothing but ash, as though Sanosuke had never existed.

Another roar, this one lacking vengeance and hatred, was filled with sadness lasted just until she began to collapse.

He caught her, pulling her towards his chest, where she buried her face, tears coming once again.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, holding her tightly. Her every sob a stab to his heart. She just killed someone important to her in a fit of rage. He could have stopped it. This shouldn't have happened. This wasn't what peace was about. Peace wasn't about killing everyone that wanted to kill him. "I'm so sorry."

"You saved me," She managed between sobs, clutching at his clothes, all the fight in her washed away. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"He didn't need to die."

"Perhaps," She paused to look at him, wiping a few stray tears away with her wrist. "I misunderstood his hatred, I knew asking him to be okay with the Senju would push him. I should have realized he did not just hate the Senju, but living life without Izumi, and in that respect I failed him."

She wrapped her arms around his neck pressing up against him and releasing a long sigh. "At least now he Sanosuke can be with my sister once more."

"But still we could have-"

"Unless you figure out how to travel back in time once more then you are to speak nothing more of this." Her finger graced his lip as her head fell onto his shoulders, her long raven hair falling to the side. "I chose to stay in separate rooms to make sure I had the energy for tomorrow, but it worked for the best."

"Should I take you to my room?" He picked her up, not waiting for an answer, taking soft steps to avoid the ash that now covered the floor. Could he really fall asleep ten feet away from someone that had just been burned to death?

"You have my permission to hold me until we both fall asleep. Tomorrow is a long day and may yet invite more bloodshed."

"Don't worry, that won't happen." Probably. Hopefully. He had a good feeling about tomorrow.

AN: Huh, Sanosuke got burned to a crisp. Oh well. Next time there's a meeting! with a special surprise character where half you guys say I ruined the story :d Anyways until next time.