i know you're thinking, "why the hell did she write about hair?". the truth is i have no idea either. it's the first thing that came to my mind lol. enjoy.
4. dark
sakura twisted the coarse dark hair around her index finger and rubbed the strands together. madara's hair was as black as coal, rough and unkept. but still, she loved playing with it. at first he was uneasy at the affectionate gesture, but occasionally he would return it by running his fingers through her unnaturally fine pink locks. other woman would kill to have hair as smooth as hers. the candy coloured hair would slip through his fingers like silk.
many had asked her what she uses to get her hair so soft but she would blush and answer that she uses nothing but the standard maid shampoo provided at the uchiha manor. she wasn't a vain woman, her hair was chopped in a neat bob at her chin with a percision only a medic could have. she didn't bother with makeup either, she had a fair complexion and naturally long lashes so she didn't need to. lots of the other uchiha household maids were openly jealous of her and shunned her because of her looks. so she often got the dirty jobs, like cleaning the toilets. when she was younger she was like them, she spent hours infront of the mirror practicing poses and growing her hair out all because she wanted a boy to notice her. she had given up on her girly ways when sasuke left.
madara preferred her uncaring attitude to those women that neighbouring clans would send to woo him in the hope of strengthening their alliance with the uchiha. they would bat their eyelashes at him in what they thought was an utterly seductive way. but madara could see through them, underneath the thick layers of makeup were tired worn out faces that might have been attractive once. he was disgusted by them, and would return their beseeching looks with a glare that clearly told of what he thought of them. before sakura's arrival at the estate he would occasionally take them up on theirs offers when his hormone levels were running high. now he didn't even spare them a glance in the corridor, his eyes were always focused on sakura.
she had a certain grace that was mostly reserved for noblewomen, not just in the way she carried herself, but her personality too was genuine. unlike the other living in the compound she didn't pine after him, actually, she didn't seem to pay much attention to him at all. much to madara's chagrin. so madara was drawn to her, silently watching as she went about her tasks around the compound that everyone had to take part in. she knew he was there, she just didn't deem him important enough to acknowledge. so he started showing up more than usually, giving up his quiet nature for a loud disruptive one. knocking over ornaments, shouting at servants. anything, to get her to even glance in his direction. after a while he would grow bored and storm off in a huff leaving sakura smirking and continuing her work.
it irked him so much he ordered for her to become his personal maid, so she would have to acknowledge him or be punished for disrespecting the higher ups. but even though he had her attention, it wasn't voluntary on her part. it wasn't enough for him, he wanted more. so whenever she entered his quarters to clean, he made it a habit to ask her questions about herself. nothing too personal of course, he didn't want to scare her off. but slowly it moved from, "favourite colour?" to, "do you not like it here?" to, "do you not like me?"
she would crack a smile and say, " i never thought madara-sama would trouble himself with the thoughts of a mere servant." she would then finish cleaning, pack her things and leave without a word. leaving madara glaring at the wall clenching his fist.
the next time she entered his room madara was strown across his bed with his eyes squeezed tightly closed. of course, as a top ranking medic she knew the effects that the mangekyo sharingan had. severe headaches and eyesight deterioration until the user was blind. he didn't open his eyes when she sat down on the bed next to him, but when she lifted her hand and started brushing his sweaty bangs away from his face his whole body jerked. sakura froze, he had the right to kill her for such behaviour. servants were never permitted to touch uchiha members without permission, nevermind this familiarly. but instead of snapping her neck, he sighed and relaxed into the bed. emboldened, sakura started to run her fingers through his thick mane. he seemed to like the contact because she could feel it when he leaned slightly into her touches.
after that, whenever they had a quiet moment together alone. he would lay down with his head in her lap while she gently combed his hair with her fingers. sakura found it amusing that the man named the mightiest uchiha had become like a big lazy cat under her attentions. but she knew that he had never had much physical contact with other humans that wasn't violence so she allowed him this luxury. she also got some pleasure out of their encounters, even though his hair was rough and course from mistreatment. it was a beautiful shade of pitch black and she could stare at it for hours.
though as they grew closer they knew there were boundaries they could never cross. they couldn't be together as a couple because unions between clan leaders and servants were unheard of. but in the privacy of madara's room they could enjoy eachothers company without the worries of clan affairs or war and just be.
