Chapter 2: The Misunderstanding
Sakura felt his large warm hands engulf her own petite ones, which were a bit cold from the rain outside. It was almost fall after all and with the rain outside, it made it a bit chilly. She had to look up to see his face and she was relieved that his hard glare softened into a charming smile. She couldn't help but smile back at him.
"Sakura Haruno. Uchiha? Are you related to a Sasuke Uchiha?" She asked curiously, she didn't think the last name Uchiha was that common.
She saw him quirk his eyebrows a bit before smoothly walking around the table to stand right in front of her, still holding her hand. He kissed her knuckles, before pulling out a chair for her to sit and finally letting go of her hand.
"He's my nephew. He just moved to Brooklyn a few months ago and started at the 83rd precinct, I believe." His voice was deep and smooth. She couldn't help but be entranced by his voice, she didn't even know she was slightly leaning towards him while not so subtly staring at his lips.
Madara hid his smug smirk behind his cup of coffee while he took a sip. He looked around and made eye contact with a waitress to see if Sakura wanted anything.
"Good Afternoon! Is there anything you would like from our menu ms?" Asked the kind waitress with 2 buns in her hair.
Sakura looked up at her and smiled "A coffee cream with a lot of sugar and a cheese danish sounds good."
"Good choice! Coming right up. Would you like anything else sir?" as she looked at Madara.
"No I'm good. Thank you." he said, not taking his eyes away from Sakura. The waitress nodded and left the couple.
Madara reached out and took Sakura's hand again, his thumb gently massaging the back of her hand. The contrast between his rougher large hands and her smaller smooth ones feel absolutely delightful. He could see his effect on her already. He couldn't help but bring her knuckles up to his lips again.
Sakura felt like she was slowly getting stripped naked by his stare. It's like he could see everything single part of her, knew everything single thing that was going on in her head.
'God, if he can totally see what I'm thinking he'll either lay me out on this table and fuck me senseless or be totally disturbed and walk out on me.'
Unconsciously tightening her grip on his hand, she bit her bottom lip while she stared at his features. Long hair, thin lips, straight nose, sensual eyes. 'Okay, enough staring I think a conversation needs to happen because this is getting awkward.'
"So how do you know Ino?" Sakura said trying to seem casual and blasé. "She's been my best friend for more than a decade now. She can be pushy as you know but she means well" She smiled while thinking of her best friend.
"Ino? I don't know her" Madara said a bit confused.
"What? Then why are you here? Who told you about our blind date then?" She asked just as confused as he was. Shaking her head she continued "You are my blind date right?".
Madara smirked "That I am not but I feel like we're hitting it off well and you're blind date seems late, that makes him unreliable. No one needs an unreliable man in their life."
Sakura was a bit embarrassed by her mistake but she laughed regardless and agreed with him. "You're right but I am so sorry for this! I should leave though, I'm bothering you."
She made a move you stand up but with their hands still connected Madara tightened his grip. "No, you are not bothering me and I would definitely like you know you better Sakura. Please don't worry too much about this."
She smiled "If you insist, unless you're just being polite." She said while playfully narrowing her eyes at him.
"Trust me, I want you here, Sakura." Oh what his voice does to her insides.
"Thank you for the wait! Here is your warmed cheese danish and a cup of coffee cream with a lot of sugar. You guys enjoy!"
The waitress obliviously disturbed the building tension in the table. She didn't bother for a reply as she set the order on the table and just walked away. "Hey! My shift is over, I'm leaving! See ya!" She yelled by the counter, once again not bothering for a reply and just walking out the front.
"Well my food is here so I guess I do have to stay rather than waste it." Sakura replied playfully.
Neither of them noticed a man running in the bistro, soaking wet and panting like he ran all the way here from Manhattan. His long dark brown hair was plastered on him like a second skin and his black button up shirt and black dress pants were clinging to his muscled physic. Looking around he finally spotted who he was looking for. Walking up to the table while his shoes are making squelching sounds.
"Excuse me, are you Sakura Haruna? I'm Hashirama Senju! Our friend Ino set us up for this date. Haha I'm sorry for being so late. I'm new to NYC and I knew parking was terrible but I didn't know it was TERRIBLE! If you know what I mean. I had to drive around before I managed to find a spot and it was 15 blocks away. " He was a bit frantic, maybe from nerves and the adrenaline rush from running all the way here.
Sakura stood up, a bit put out by the newcomer. She looked him up and down in shock, he was drenched. He was hot but not Madara Uchiha hot. "I am Sakura HaruNO. Nice to meet you Hashirama. Um, would you like to sit? And here use the napkins to dry yourself a bit. Oh my god, you are dripping!" She exclaimed, helping pat him dry with the cloth napkins on the table. She grabbed a handful of his hair and started wringing the water out of it. She felt like a mother caring for her son after he played in the rain.
"Thank you so much Sakura. Again I just want to say sorry for being so late." He thanked her sheepishly while clumsily trying to try himself.
"What a deplorable sight you make Hashirama." Madara sneered at the man who invaded their table.
"Oh Madara haha, thank you for taking care of my date for me! I believe I can take it from here though." Hashirama said good naturedly.
"I was actually on a date with Sakura, you interrupted us. You were late so you forfeited the date." Madara said coldly. "First impressions matter, do you know what kind of impression you are making right now?" he continued.
Sakura stiffened, in shock at how mean Madara was being. She was still standing behind Hashirama wringing hair when she interjected "It may not be the best first impressions but at least he isn't being an asshole. Don't kick a man while his down." she said haughtily, looking down on him.
It was Madara's turn to stiffen. How dare she defend this buffoon and disagree with him in such a manner. Standing up, he said "If that is what you think, then I believe I shall take my leave then." He looked at her eyes, showing how he feel. Pulling out his wallet from his back pocket, he dropped $40 on the table. With one last glance at Sakura, he left.
Sakura felt heat pool between her legs. She could feel him dominating her with just a single stare. She wanted to stop him from leaving but it was too late. He was already out the door. She sighed, she only spent 15mins with him and it was not enough. She wanted more from Madara. 'I didn't even get his number. Damn…'
"Uh, so Sakura, I'm sorry about that. I actually work with Madara in the FBI. He's a very blunt man and he tends to not mince his words. He's a good man, he just doesn't feel the need to sugarcoat anything, unless he's talking to victims." Hashirama explained when he saw Sakura's crestfallen face as she followed Madara's exit. "Also, I believe this date is a bust, what do you say about me just dropping you home? After I give you Madara's phone number?" He added kindly.
"What? No, this is our date! You don't have to go that far." Sakura said blushing a bit about being so transparent.
"I'm an FBI agent, I know how to read people for the most part. I'm not blind, I noticed how you two were. There was chemistry there. Us on the other hand, I'm beginning to feel like a child being cared for."
Biting her lip indecisively, she looked at him with a troubled expression. "I'm very sorry Hashirama. I thought Madara was the blind date from the description Ino gave me. We just clicked. You really are a very kind man. Maybe we can hangout as friends next time?"
"Definitely Sakura! Maybe we can have a group and go explore the city." He said smiling. He stood up, for the most part he has stopped dripping all over the floor. "Come on, I'll give you a ride back to your place." He guided her out with his hand on the small of her back.
Madara was smoking just across the street. He couldn't really leave. He was hoping for Sakura to reject the Senju and catch her while she walked out. He was shocked when he saw Hashirama with his hand on a smiling Sakura's back, guided her down the street. Glaring at the smiling couple, he killed his cig and walked away, on the opposite direction. He had better things to do that watch the infuriatingly smitten couple.
"Thank you so much for dropping me off Hashirama! It was also wonderful to meet you." Sakura was smiling, feeling a bit better. The lovable Senju was such a sweetheart.
"No worries! Oh, here's Madara's number by the way *** *** ****. Good luck with that guy, he's too serious for his own good." He said smiling as well.
Sakura hopped out of the grey sedan and gave him a bit of a sad smile "Thanks, I really do hope he isn't too angry at me. I got your number too, so just let me know when you want to have a get together." Closing the door, she stepped back a bit and waved as he pulled away.
Stepping into her humble apartment in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, she took off her shoes on the entryway. She flopped on the couch while staring at her phone. Biting her bottom lip, she decided to text him right now.
Sakura: Hey Madara this is Sakura Haruno from the restaurant. Hashirama gave me your number, I hope you don't mind. I was wondering if we can continue our date?
A few minutes of staring at her phone, there was still no reply from him. Dejectedly, she stood up and went to the bathroom to draw her a bath. She left her phone on the couch, planning to come back to it after a much deserved relaxing bath.
AN: I sorta wish the setting was in Seattle, Wa instead but I'm way more familiar with New York. Oh well.