He was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She was the light at the end of the dark tunnel of his life. The complete opposite of himself in every way possible. Positive, friendly and loyal, her patients adored her, she had a friendly bedside manner and receiving gifts from patients was not uncommon. So eventually, he, the dark brooding Uchiha succumed to the blossom. He didn't deserve someone like her, but the medic in her reached out to him and saw the man underneath it all. She smashed down the barriers around his heart and settled there permenantly. He was never going to fully open up to her, she knew that. His clan had made sure to suppress all of his emotions. But he was a passionate man at heart, and Sakura managed to see underneath the mighty Uchiha name, the legend, the warrior and see Madara himself. A tired and lonely man.
So slowly, she gained his trust and as time passed she caught more frequent glimpses of the real Madara. Occasionally he would show her his real smile, boyish and lop sided that made her stutter and blush and he smiled more. He never made any attempts at public displays of affection, it was too flashy and just wasn't him. But sometimes when they were looking around the markets he would allow her to slip her hand into his and a give a quick sqeeze before returning to shopping. At first, he wasn't partial to touch either. But it was easily remedied soon enough when Sakura roughly jerked him by his collar, stood up and roughly clamped her lips to his. After that, he didn't need much persuasion.
After she had been living in his bedroom for some time he started noticing little bits of herself scattered everywhere. It started out with some flowers, ornaments and eventually all of her clothes until it was no longer his room but became theirs. And he wouldn't utter a single complaint even when his clansman were choking on laughs because he smelled like womans perfume. He thought at first he would never get used to having he around all the time, like it would breach his personal space. But he found sometimes they would both go about their business in the same room but not say a single word to each other. Just got on with what they were doing while enjoying eachothers company without smothering too much.
Sometimes at night, he would invite her out for a stroll around the clans gardens and he showed her the one place he came to clear his head and just relax for once. So they both settle down on the grass next to the koi pond and looked up into the night sky. Sakura would enthusiastically point out planets and constellations with a look of wonder on her face. "Doesn't it make you feel so small?" He wouldn't answer, but she knew he was listening. At times like these he would deactivate the sharingan and completely lower his guard. He would close his eyes and just be content with her company. Eventually she would grow tired and drape accross his lap, reach her hand up and run he fingertips softly over his eyelids. He would sigh and hold her closer if possible. And so Madara concluded, maybe keeping her around wasn't so bad, after all.
