.o39 Playing House
They pretended, for various reasons to be a couple. He was in it for the political statue, to look like he was willing to come off of his pedestal and be just like every citizen. She was with him to protect her friends and loved ones from a fate that would be dark. They pretended to the media that they were a happy loving couple. But on the inside, within the manor it was a sexless, cold wasteland. Rarely speaking, or even looking at each other both were just playing house to appease the politics and people. Both slept in separate bedrooms that neither entered unless they were asked and that was never. He did find his not to happy kunoichi wife attractive, though no initial spark to pursue a real relationship and she found him repulsive. So any attempt at a real love life within marital bounds never worked.
Madara often times brought home prostitutes or whores in a simpler sense who wanted to be in bed with him. But he was only doing this to obliterate his need for pleasure and need to see his wife below him. She often time's held secret rendezvous when he was gone on long campaigns or work weeks with the men she really loved. One's who were once heroes and golden. Her friends and they understood the sacrifices she made to save them from being jailed.
When the media found out she was pregnant they were ecstatic. He was confused and she was hoping that Sasuke was the one who impregnated her, not Naruto. (In hopes the child would just turn out like her supposed husband, dark haired and sharingan wielding. So no one would know of her infidelity). And that night, Sakura and Madara fought for the first time. After some bouts of screaming and smashing china, she fled to her room, the supposed sanctuary. But he followed, demanding to know how long she was screwing around behind his back.
The pinkette snapped back about his own behavior of bringing home sluts and that why should he care. After all there was no love, no history, nothing between them. They were just a pretty plastic doll family for the media and people to manipulate. She made sure to remind him of that before threatening him to leave her space.
It was again they fell in to silence; she took vitamins and learned how to care for a baby. Knowing she would love it no matter what the child looked like. He was never home, often times avoiding his wife lest they were needed in public. Someday she promised herself that she will run away and stop playing pretend. She wanted her child to grow in a home of love.
She did so nine months later.