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Diclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto own Naruto and its characters.

Chapter 28 - The future starts to rebuilt - II

Thursday, still 22nd May, 10:58 p.m.

She sat herself on the comfy bean bag she had on her room near the window and smiled, secretly enjoying the view she had.

"Aren't you going home?"

"Don't feel like it."

He'd said it so nonchalantly after spending the whole afternoon trying, and succeeding, in making her blush. He'd done anything and everything he could to make her blush, and she had blushed, to her irritation and to his amusement. But she'd liked it nonetheless, she'd seen a side of him that she doubted he didn't show often— he'd shown her his playful side for the first time.

From her bean bag— a nice blue sky colored one— as she hugged her knees to herself, she watched as Sasuke slept. He was still clothed, sleeping on his side, facing the window and her, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. One of his arms was folded so his hand was under the pillow, his other arm just carelessly laid over the bed— summer was almost there, so the days were warm, no need for covers.

But she didn't watch his body— well, she did, but only one specific part, his face. His lips were slightly parted as he breathed in and out, and most of all, he looked peaceful, very peaceful in fact.

With a content smile she got up and walked up to the bed, bending down a bit to run her hand over his hair, brushing some strands out of his moonlit face.

Kissing his cheek softly, she walked out of the room and entered her sealed room— the one where she kept all the things she didn't want others to see.

Her steps were silent as she reached for a now familiar notebook, stopping when she spotted a beaded necklace. There weren't a lot of beads, in fact, the beads almost didn't look like beads, having a hole in the middle and being somewhat flat… well, let's just keep calling them beads for now. The necklace had 7 of these flat holed beads, each one at the same distance from the next.

She let the notebook in place and took the necklace, one hand holding it as the fingers of the other one traced the beads, a smile playing at her lips.

"Now that I look at it, you were nervous I wouldn't like it." She murmured, talking to someone that wasn't there. "Weren't you Ita-chan?" she giggled softly, remembering the person in question always frowned when she called him that.

She let her mind wander into the past. He'd given her the necklace— his necklace— on her 6th birthday, Shisui had given her a home-made— by his mother— cake, which she had enjoyed eating with him and his best friend.

She remembered Shisui, after giving her the cake and while the 3 of them were eating a slice, nagging and pestering Itachi about how he had forgotten her birthday and didn't have anything for her. But then, after they had finished their cake, Shisui had remained silent for the rest of the afternoon, mainly because he had no idea what to say after Itachi had nonchalantly held his necklace to her, his eyes had looked void, but he hadn't made eye contact with her when he had given it to her.

She slipped the necklace on her wrist and turned it into a double bracelet, then taking the black notebook and walking back into her room, sealing her secret room as she did so.

She sat herself on the sky blue bean bag again, making herself comfortable, and turned the lamp she had behind said bean bag on.

Opening the book on the last page she had read, she turned into a new one. She stared at the neat handwriting for a while, noticing that it seemed less… round. It was the same handwriting but… turning the page back, she looked at the last 'entry' on the notebook, the last sentence was the only one from which she could make a timeline, he never dated his entries.

There is no turning back now, what will come as consequence of what I will do only Kami-sama knows, if gods truly do exist… the cards are set and on the open, my hope is that I played some of my cards well by giving Sakura-chan something I was supposed to destroy, but I cannot bear to permanently destroy the truth.

She smiled sadly at the words, he'd seemed so tortured the last time she had seen him, as if he had been about to destroy himself and everything he cared about… in a way, he had.

She turned the page again and concluded that he must have gone a while without writing, weeks, months or maybe more, but he had.

As she read what this man of her past wrote, she couldn't stop her throat from constricting and her eyes from stinging with tears, he described the world like such a vivid horrid hell, but it wasn't his description of the world that made her react the way she did, it was the fact that it was the way he saw the world, and it was so real… so unfair. It was so unfair for someone like him to go through what he did, to live the way he did… to die the way he did.

She turned another page, and as she kept reading, she started to be able to create a timeline, not accurate, but close.

When the clock on her bedside table reached 2 a.m., she had fallen asleep, tears running down her cheeks as the notebook lay half open on her bent knees.

Friday, 23rd May

He entered the Hokage's office without a problem.

Having ditched the black and red clouded cloak, and now only wearing simple clothes, helped in going unnoticed while in the village. Although he still wore the spiral orange mask, the fact he wore shinobi pants and shoes, a mesh shirt with a t-shirt over it, gloves, of course, fake sleeves that covered his lower arms, and a pouch with the basic weapons on his right thigh and no more conspicuous armor helped in not getting noticed as well. He hadn't came for chaos, the contrary actually.

Slight amusement danced in his eyes as he saw the blond Hokage, head laying on one of her arms, the other arm spread over her paperwork covered desk, an empty sake bottle hanging loosely from her fingers. She had a small trail of drool on her mouth, running down her chin and her cheeks were tinted pink, indicating that the Godaime was asleep, and drunk.

With a silent chuckle, he took one of the piles of tied books that stood in front of her desk and put it next to the window, to then sit down, half facing the Hokage, half facing the village.

Propping his elbow on the windowsill, he watched the lively village, following one or another civilian as they went about their business. He would let the blond woman have her rest before he discussed with her.

A particular villager caught his attention, clothed in orange and black, golden hair glowing with the sun as the boy walked happily next to a man.

The blond was walking next to the famous copy-nin, who was calmly walking, Icha Icha book in hand, while Naruto talked and gestured with his hands. To many, Kakashi may have seems annoyed at Naruto's rambles, but in fact, the nin was smiling in amusement, his visible eye almost closed forming an 'n', or a reverse 'u'.

The ex-student and the ex-sensei continued down the street and disappeared from his sigh after a while, and he kept watching other villagers, from where he stood, some reminding him of what he used to his in his time.

"History repeats itself indeed." He chuckled again and resumed his watching.

The sun shone, bright, lightening the village below, warming the earth as some clouds floating by gave some shadow to the world. The light breeze made the leaves and flowers of the trees rustle. Children's laughter echoed through the air.

"Aniki, aniki, let's play together!!"

"Fine, I'll play with you Tobi."

"Aniki, stop being such a baka."

"Tobi, stop screwing up, hm."

He closed his eyes for a moment, going into his memories of when he used to play with his brother and his sempai. With a nostalgic sigh, he reopened his eyes, he missed them. A lot.

A shift coming from the desk made him look back from the village and his memories to the now waking up Hokage.

The woman groaned, the bottle of sake was let free and rolled over in the desk to then fall to the floor with a thud. He was surprised it didn't break.

"Fabulous, just fabulous." The blond woman groaned and reached the hand that wasn't under her face to her temples, fingers glowing a pale green as she pressed them to her forehead.

"Kami, I hate the paperwork." He watched as she straightened herself, running her hands over her clothes and cleaning the small trail of drool from her chin with the back of her hand.

She cleared her throat and her gaze lazily and gruffly ran over the paperwork on her desk. He knew that, following, she would probably be calling her first apprentice to clear her desk, more precisely, to do her paperwork for her, so he spoke.

"Good morning Tsunade-sama." He greeted, getting up and bowing when she spun her chair towards him in alert.

"What the— how the hell did you get in here?" she barked, seemingly not recognizing him yet.

"I simply came to speak to you, nothing else, so please don't be so alarmed." She eyes him suspiciously, her unfocussed gaze clearing, and the alarm and shock in her eyes changing to a deep frown.

"And you are exactly?" she raised a brow, not letting her guard down, but not being so tense either.

"Oh, how rude of me." He bowed again, politely. "I would be Uchiha Madara, for my part it is a pleasure to meet you." He straightened to see a very much frowning Hokage.

"Please, relax, I'm here simply to talk." He turned to watch out of the window, hands settling behind his back. "And maybe ask a favor or 2." He heard the Hokage lean back on her chair.

"Then, please talk." Her voice was polite, but there was an edge to it, probably because he had invaded her office and wanted to talk. Someone like him wasn't supposed to be allowed to be in there.

"First, allow me to compliment job, you've been doing a very good job as Hokage." Tsunade was taken aback by his words, what was this man after?

She watched him wearily as he stared out of the window, his mask making it impossible to know where he was looking at or perceive what he was thinking.

"But let's get down to the center of things shall we." He faced her, and the darkness she saw on the single hole on his mask made a shiver run down her spine, she couldn't even see his eyes. She watched wearily, a frown settled on her face, as he produced what looked like files after snapping his fingers.

"These would be for you." He said and then handed her just one of the 3 files he had. She took it, attentive to any danger, and opened it. The first thing she noticed was the photo of a red haired girl wearing glasses and a weird hair style.

"What am I supposed to make out of it?" she muttered grumpily, this wasn't the most pleasant wake up call.

"Another hit target for the bingo books, to be killed on sigh if she enters shinobi lands." It sounded like a suggestion, but the undertone seemed like an order, one that, without admitting, she would do.

"It's about these 2 that I want to talk about." She raised her eyes form the file to him, as suddenly as she had noticed him in her office, his tone of voice had changed from formal to casual.

"What is there to talk about?" he cocked his head to the side and walked to her desk, sitting on one of the edges and put the files in front of her.

"These 2 files concern 2 boys that suffered under Orochimaru's demented experiments." He paused, looking down at her, and she had the urge to punch him for his sudden rudeness— mainly, sitting on her desk.

"I would like you to give them their place in this village." She raised a brow, a glare already directed at him. "Of course, they will answer all of your questions, they won't lie." He was even using casual speech. She noted the fact that his feet were starting to move back and forth, like kids usually do when their feet dangle.

"What makes you think I'll accept?" he shrugged casually and faced the window.

"I don't, really. But considering the fact that I have no intentions of destroying this village anymore, I would like you to consider it." He linked his hands behind his back and cocked his head to the side. "I believe we could reach some kind of agreement."

"Is that so?" she mumbled and took the other 2 files he had provided, opening them and running her eyes over the information inside. One of the files had the photo of a boy with light baby blue almost silver hair and light purple-blue eyes. The other file had the photo of a boy with light brown-orange hair and amber eyes almost the same shade as his eyes.

"Sasuke's old team mates." She stated, the man sitting on her desk nodded.

"I would like for them to have somewhere they belong to." He paused, hands settling almost on the opposite edge of the desk and leaned back. "Suigetsu only wants to form a collection, which he would be able to do even if he were a Konoha shinobi." Tsunade raised a brow, aware that this man was acting more and more juvenile, his feet still moving back and forth. "He just wants to collect the swords of the 7 swordsman of the mist, I think he would be able to." He nodded to himself as he finished his sentence.

"As for Jugo, I ask your indulge towards him, the only thing he really wants is to have the thing inside of him removed, I trust your medics and yourself to accomplish that." With an annoyed grunt she looked back down to the files on her hands.

"Don't you think you're asking too much?" she grunted, dissatisfied that she still didn't have the chance to punch him.

"I'm not asking that much, I only ask you to give them a home and let them be a part of Konoha. I assure you, if the chance is given to them, they'll prtect this village just like any other of your shinobi…" he trailed off. "Except maybe Danzo and those old parasites from the council." He added as an afterthought. Secretly she agreed on the last, Danzo and the council seemed to seek the destruction of Konoha instead of its longevity.

"Which reminds me, I still have a few issues to take care of with them." He turned his head to her. "You wouldn't mind if they killed themselves would you??" his tone of voice almost seemed innocent, and she stared at him blatantly for it.

"Maa, either way, will you do it??" and now he was getting giddy. "Please?" she eyes him strangely, actually considering his offer, after all, what was there to lose? And she even got to do something interesting, for once, with this Jugo kid.

"I'll consider it." She replied in a huff. He seemed to shimmer, his mood irradiating something like giddy happiness.

"Thank you!!" from his tone, she could picture a grin in his face, but gruffly lowered her gaze to the files, letting silence consume the room.

That is, until he jumped from her desk, startling her, and stood in front of her as she still had her desk turned to face the wall to her right.

"I just remembered!" he exclaimed sheepishly as his hands reached for his mask. "I'd like you to have this." He bowed before her and held his mask in front of himself, offering it for her to take. Raven black hair fell forward, preventing her from seeing his face.

"It's be an honor if you accepted." She laid the files on her desk and crossed her arms in front of herself, eyes set on the orange mask being extended to her.

"Why should I?" his mood seemed to fall a little as his shoulders slumped.

"I just wanted to give you a present." He mumbled quietly, almost dejectedly, his voice clearer and smoother with no mask to muffle it. "Not like it'll explode like Sempai's sculptures." She was sure the last part wasn't meant for her to hear, or it was supposed to make her feel bad. No, the former was it, thought she didn't want to admit his last mumble got to her. He was really strange, it was like she was dealing with Naruto or something.

She snatched the mask from his hand, eyes set on a half hearted glare towards it as the man in front of her practically beamed with glee.

"They'll come through the front gates in 3 days, and ANBU team will be there to greet them, of course, and they'll devote themselves to this village as much as you do." His voice seemed soft, as if he was proud of doing something good for someone.

"Fine, but I won't make their lives easy." He nodded rapidly, and she suddenly realized that, since she had his mask on her hands, she could see his face.

"I didn't expect you to." She was about to look up, to see what this person's face looked like, when he sat himself on her desk again, completely at ease, and she wouldn't have that.

"Get off my desk you punk." She barked and pushed him off, sending him flying against the wall. His reaction should have been a pained moan, or a whine, or something around those lines, like Naruto would, but it wasn't.

It was far from it, because he started laughing, a hearted laugh that echoed gently in the room, something nostalgic irradiated from it too, and she found herself wanting to punch him in the face.

She got up, fuming and stalked closer to his hunched form, head bent forward as he laughed, knees slightly bent up and his arms hanging loosely from his knees.

"Stop laughing you disrespectful idiot." He kept laughing but looked up at her, and what she saw made her rage evaporate completely.

He looked young, very young. He was laughing in a carefree manner, his visible onyx right eye shinning, while his left was covered by his raven black hair. His featured were soft, almost childish, but with defined masculine trait, and as he laughed, she could see sparkling white teeth.

This man… didn't look anything like the person sculpted on the valley of the end, or represented in some of the old painting from his time, nor did he look like the manipulating and calculative man he seemed in the old pictures.

"You should laugh too, it's good for the soul!" he said softly after having calmed down, not making any move to get up.

"You should be thankful to your apprentice." She stared down at him, arms crossed under her chest. "If I hadn't crossed paths with her, I wouldn't be wishing for Konoha's peace." Tsunade found herself staring at him as he smiled after speaking, so he had been the one to save Sakura?

"You… saved Sakura?" he nodded good heartedly.

"Orochimaru is permanently dead." He assured her. "She's a very bright child!" he frowned lightly."Too bright sometimes." He mumbled eyes averting to the window and then going back to her face. "I wonder if I shouldn't have taught her that jutsu." Tsunade raised a brow at this. "But the way she used it was justified." Seeing as the blond Hokage was becoming interested, he elaborated.

"After killing, per say, Orochimaru, she was amnesiac. Her mind reacted in a way that wasn't the best, the seal she indulged in herself didn't help either." As he spoke, his gaze trailed to the window.

"She would react to insignificant things like objects, flavors, voices and even someone's touch and her mind would provide her with memories from her past." Paused. "She did remember people and events from the past, except she remembered nothing about herself, who she was or the connection to all the people she remembered." He tilted his head, his hair falling to his left and revealing more of his face.

"Sometimes she would react in a calm manner, simply remembering and being happy she did, other times she would have nightmares and wake up crying and terrified. And other times, like what happened in that cliff, she would react in a worst way. As she remembered, pain would spread over her body as she reacted, in this particular case to a touch." He sighed softly. "It's true she could have just left, but the feelings she remembered from them made her consider them an enemy, hence her attack."

As he spoke, she memorized all of the details about what had happened that her beloved apprentice wouldn't tell her, she also couldn't look away firm this boy-looking man in front of her, his appearance and aura so different from what she had thought.

"You seem to know a lot about it." She noted, hoping he would tell her more. He nodded lightly, eyes still set on what was outside the window.

"In order to give her all of her memories back, I had to unlock them myself." That made a click be heard on Tsunade's mind.

"The sharingan." He nodded and looked up at her once again.

"It's just meant to cause pain, it can be very useful to get information or, like what happened, to give back to an amnesiac their memories." His smile was dazzling, and she found herself almost hypnotized.

"I have one more thing to offer as well." His aura settled down from all the giddiness to a serene calm. "I would ask you to, not necessarily ignore, but not investigate the deaths of the council members and Danzo." The charm was broken and she frowned, a brow raising.

"That seems more like asking a favor than offering something." He smiled gently.

"In exchange for that, the Mizukage will form an alliance with Konoha." Before she could say anything, he added, a playful smile on his lips. "And he will do so of his own free will, rest assured."

Silence settled and the blond woman went back to her chair, turning it so it faced the village below. The man in the room got up and settled behind her, leaning against her desk.

"Very well." She said finally, accepting his offer.

"I thank you sincerely." His voice was low and quiet, and she didn't move from her spot. "Keep doing a good job." She didn't feel him coming closer to her, nor did she feel him lean down.

"I respected your grandfather for his strength." He whispered. "He would be proud of you." She couldn't help the dumbfounded expression that came over her as she felt his lips on her cheek. And the next second he was gone, as if he had been a breeze flowing by.

Touching her cheek, she thanked her apprentice for changing this man.

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I already know how i'm gonna end my story... I'm obviously not sharing yet!! I know, I'm devious!! Lol

Some of you are probably wondering about the last part where Madara and Tsunade speak and why she doesn't just call ANBU right away. Well, the first reason is because she's heard of his reputation and how he's an excellent ninja, the second is because if he wanted to kill her, he could have while she was asleep, and he personally told her he just wanted to talk.

As for the kiss Madara gave Tsunade, it's just his giddy and nice self acting on a whim to be nice and congratulate her for her good work as Hokage. Also, since he knew her grandfather, the Shodai Hokage, he has an idea of what would make the man proud…

Anyway, if you feel like knowing something else, feel free to ask and I'll answer as best as I can!!

I'll try to write the next chapter quickly and update as soon as i can...

I'll stop rambling now, I really hope I'm forgiven for the 2 moths long wait… (even if this is just me editing my extra long chapter --')

Love you all very much,

Kimi-chan!!