Hello everyone!

So, I have to acknowledge that you all probably hate me for such short chapters. Unfortunately, that's the way Madara-sensei! is turning out. They're all kind of like mini, interrelated one-shots, in a way. However, since they're short, I'm able to update much more frequently, which I'm sure you all appreciate!

AND: The poll's results have come in. For all of you who didn't vote, it was a poll about whether or not this story should be upped to an M-rating and if so, what kind of smuttiness you all wanted. For all of you who didn't want dub-con, I apologize - that was what everyone overwhelmingly favored. If it helps at all, it will not always be dub-con, so don't worry. I have a bit of a plan as to how this is going to work out, so just trust me! For all of you who didn't want smuttiness at all but will stick with the story, you guys are such troopers! I appreciate your willingness to stick around even though you don't like some of the stuff that's going to be going on. If it helps, I'll definitely mark the chapters that will have inappropriateness.

Surprisingly, no one was so offended at the thought of an M-rating that they would abandon the story completely, so that's pretty fantastic. I love you guys!

For everyone who wanted some lemony goodness, I have to warn you that it's going to be a slow build up. I don't see Madara being able to make the moves on Sakura right away without some serious drama ensuing. As I was writing this, I realized that it's a lot like child grooming, which totally threw me off my game for a moment. (If you don't know what child grooming is, look it up...Or don't. It's pretty gross.) Rest assured, Sakura is eighteen in this fic. I haven't mentioned Madara's age, but we'll get to that soon. He's not an old geezer, I promise you that! SO. This is NOT child grooming. It's build up. Seriously. And besides, Sakura's an adult, fully capable of making her own decisions.

Ugh...child grooming. Gross. *shivers*

Unexpected

The rest of the day trudged on as usual. Naruto returned to the classroom after Bastard-sensei left, looking sullen and dejected.

"I don't have anything against gays," he lamented as he took his seat once more. "It was just funny…"

Sasuke ignored him, only giving him a look that said, in not so many words, 'I told you so.' Sakura, however, was not a broody asshole, and patted Naruto on the shoulder.

"Don't worry," Sakura comforted. "He's just a dick. If it wasn't you, it would have been someone else. Kiba just hadn't caught the joke yet or he would have been sent out with you."

Naruto nodded and stared at his desk, twirling a pencil idly as he did so. Sakura felt bad for him and was actually a little angry at Madara for treating Naruto that way—sweet Naruto, who was friends with everyone and never had a cruel word to say. He might be immature, but he wasn't a 'bigoted fool,' as Bastard-sensei had put it. Sakura personally thought that the Uchiha had been way too hard on her best friend.

They sat through the rest of their classes and after lunch, Naruto had regained his cheer. Sakura had the sinking feeling that Sasuke was right and that the blond hadn't learned anything. Fearing that Madara's office would be pranked to high heaven once Naruto found it—which she was pretty sure he would be using afterschool hours to do—Sakura did her best to hope that he wasn't too obvious about it. Often his signature color, orange, appeared in his pranks. If Madara ever made the connection, it wouldn't be her dismembered body parts they would be looking for—it would be Naruto's, and that just didn't sit well with Sakura.

She was just about to head out with her friends before she remembered that she had to stay after and do 'TA duties' with Bastard-sensei. Groaning, she halted in her steps.

"Ugh, I have to go help Madara-sensei after class. It's my punishment."

Naruto paused. "Wait, why? What'd you do this time? Was it after I left?"

"No, dobe," Sasuke muttered. "Sakura didn't do anything." He looked at her questioningly.

Sakura realized that she hadn't told either of her friends about her predicament. Sighing, she said, "Well, apparently Madara-sensei was so pissed at what I did that I have to be his TA for the rest of the time he's teaching here. It's like, I don't know, extra credit or something, but punishment. So I come here every morning at six, when he gets here, during lunch, and then I help him after school."

Sasuke's eyes grew wide and he was pale with terror. Sakura didn't really understand what the problem was until Naruto asked, "But hey, weren't you with us at lunch?"

Sakura froze.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

"Oh crap," she whispered. "Oh crap, I'm so dead!"

Without even bothering to say goodbye, she sprinted off back into the building.

When Sakura arrived at Bastard-sensei's office, she was flushed and disheveled from her run all the way up four flights of stairs. Upon entering the dungeon-like space, she wondered why she had rushed back—it was almost as if she had forgotten to savor the last daylight she'd ever see in her entire life.

"I'm so sorry," she panted, her backpack slipping onto the ground. "I totally forgot about lunch—I'm really sorry—it won't happen again-"

"Calm down, Sakura," Madara said, looking up at her from what she assumed were his class notes. When he saw her appearance, though, it seemed like he lost focus a bit. His eyes wandered from her mussed hair to her flushed cheeks, down to her parted lips and then her clothes, rumpled from the run.

When she realized that her skirt had been hiked up from the dogged sprint, she attempted to discreetly pull it down. Madara's eyes followed the movement, though, and she was afraid that she'd shown off just a little too much leg. Something glinted in Madara's eyes, something that she wasn't sure she liked but also made her feel even hotter than she always was.

He stood after a moment and she swallowed heavily. "I'm sorry," she repeated softly. Part of her was genuinely terrified. Madara had already proven himself to be unpredictable at best, and she didn't want to see him at worst.

"Come here," he commanded, and Sakura found herself obeying before she could think to act otherwise. She walked around the desk until she was standing in front of him, making sure to keep her eyes respectfully diverted.

She flinched when he ran his fingers through her hair, confusion filling her. There were a few tangles, probably from running for so long, and he gently wove his fingers through them until they parted. The motion was soothing and relaxing, but Sakura was so tense at the fact that her sensei was touching her like this—most inappropriately, she might add—that she couldn't really feel calmed by the motion.

Keeping her eyes on the ground, she toyed with a loose thread on her skirt. Suddenly, the garment felt a little too short, especially after the way Madara had looked at her when she pulled it down.

Suddenly, his hands left her hair and began to smooth down her blazer. Sakura inhaled sharply but said nothing as he ironed out the rumples with his firm hands. She could feel his touch acutely and she couldn't help but hold her breath when he ran a hand down her front, barely grazing her breasts as he flattened out her shirt.

She was starting to feel lightheaded when, still standing at his full height, he tugged down her skirt to a respectable length. She wasn't focused on that, though; as his fingers parted from the fabric, they grazed her outer thigh and dragged across her skin as he pulled them away. It was almost teasing and it gave her goosebumps both from fear and a twisted sort of pleasure at the same time.

She was shaking, she realized, as he pulled away completely. He motioned for her to sit but said nothing. All Sakura could think was what the hell was that about?

Sakura, in all her life, had never had a teacher touch her like that. In fact, other than a pat on the back from doing a job well done on a test or Kakashi-sensei rumpling her hair, Sakura had never been touched by a teacher at all. This was unexpected and made her stomach twist in a way that she didn't understand.

She sat down numbly, finally looking at him. There was no guilt in his expression as he looked back at his class notes, no inkling of having done something wrong. Had he done something wrong? There was no sign that he had even done anything out of the ordinary, which served to confuse her a bit. She knew that he had done something out of the ordinary—she didn't expect that college professors did anything like this with their many students—but somehow, the fact that he seemed so guiltless sent her off track. He didn't even look unrepentant—he looked as if there hadn't even been anything to possibly be unrepentant of!

"It is your first day, so I will forgive this singular instance," Madara said after moment of reviewing his class notes. The coldness of his tone brought her back to reality. It wasn't that he sounded particularly harsh, but it reminded her of who she was dealing with. This guy was the enemy, and she was pretty sure she hated him after how he had treated Naruto, so there was no reason to be feeling flustered at his actions. This guy was a professor at Tokyo University—he had a reputation to uphold there, if not as an Uchiha. He would never cross the lines of propriety, not with so much at stake.

"Now, since you are of little use to me with your current skills in the English language," Madara continued, "we will start by teaching you the basics of vocabulary." He handed her a worksheet that looked like it could be given to a three year old. "Begin."

Sakura knew that he would probably want her to use a pen as he had on the assessment that morning, so she quickly got to work. Even though she hated this language so much, it served as a decent distraction from thinking about what had happened only minutes before.

No, it was impossible that Madara would act inappropriately. By the time she was finished and he told her to go home for the day, Sakura had dismissed the occurrence as a once-in-a-lifetime thing and headed on her way home.

Her mother was making her favorite tonight, after all.

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