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He was the boy on the play ground that ripped the wings off of butter flies and shoved other kids' faces in to the sandbox when he didn't get his way. Uchiha Madara. Dark and surly as what her mother described him as to her play mates mother who was indeed the aunt of such a child. Mother's best friend was an Uchiha lady by the name of Mikoto. Both often were like how her n Ino acted together; giggly and very smiley. Now luckily for her, her mother's friend had a pair of kids and one was her age at the very least. He was sunny but got sore whenever he lost at games such as playing ninja or scrabble. Now after all this she never had to come across the insipid school yard bully yet despite her mother's connections of his large family and the constant visits. Not like he mattered, he never bothered her at all even at school. He was too busy picking on her male friends instead and various other students who were weaker than he. But that is when fate lobbed them together unexpectedly.
It was a time when she and Sasuke still played pretend; they were out the main yard; a large expanse of green, flowers and waterworks. All of which were created for function and beauty. They were laughing in the sun, chasing each other easily playing princess and knight or maybe it was cops and robbers. Whatever it was it was a nice memory until he showed up, his little brother in tow looking as blank faced as his brother. They stood on the side lines for a few minutes looking a bit confused at their actions of chasing each other up and down the stretch of lawn. Instead of just joining the youngest marched up to Sasuke who was the same age and asked if they could play. Now Izuna's lips were turned up in to a stifling pout, while she and Sasuke stared at them ridiculously. Madara loomed in the background, silently and strangely non violent.
"Hold on!"
Sasuke spoke quickly in his childish voice before dragging Sakura way by the wrist to talk to her about it. Both confided in the pros and cons of playing with his cousins. One of the pros was that their mothers wouldn't yell at them but the con was giving them the ok to continue this sort of behavior if they so chose. Both turned to stare at Izuna and Madara, who blankly stared back, they chose to play with them. After all it was better than obtaining their mothers scorn. The meeting was adjourned and they prepared to tell Izuna yes, gulping lightly at the ominous appearance that was slowly being taken up by Madara.
"Ok we will play with you."
Suddenly the tension melted from the air and the tiny muscles on Madara's frame laxed. But he had that languid feline grin on his face like every other time he was bullying someone or tormenting insects. Sakura didn't like that smile but they began their games despite her uneasy feeling. The game that they decided to play first was Tag, which was simple but could turn brutally violent. That it did; horrid and angry. Sasuke was tackled face first in to the mud of the closest planter by then he started to cry; it seemed it wasn't just Madara who was particularly vicious. His baby brother was also just as much as a bully as his elder sibling, a vicious grin spreading on his features of ice. At this point in time she was very nervous and upset; though thanking her lucky stars that they didn't smash her face in to the grass and the dirt. Possibly by Sasuke's crying Itachi showed up with Shisui in tow, the stoic boy creature haughtily stared down the brothers who made faces of blatant disgust before trudging away quickly muttering things like insane. Probably they went off to torment ants with a magnifying glass or rip the wings off of butterflies that frequented the gardens. She didn't care what they did as long as they were away from her.
Now After that incident their parents almost made sure that they never ran in to Madara and his brother. Lest it was in a school situation then the teachers and various staff members could intervene. Bu they never bothered much but to leer at Sakura and taunt Sasuke who began to look angrier every day. When they got in to Junior high school, she and Sasuke ceased to be friends; acting as though they were just mere acquaintances. Their mothers were still chipper friends but no longer had any sway in smashing the two together. The only people didn't change at all were Madara and his brother Izuna (or so she thought.) They were still ominous and surly creatures with permanent scowls painted on their features. They'd probably end up smoking by the bleachers in high school and ditching classes because they can. This time they acquired a following but most of them were creepers who claimed many things about themselves and the two great Uchiha boys. Some people believed this and others kept their opinions of disbelief to themselves. She avoided them plus her ex best friend as much as she could though Izuna was in two of her seventh grade classes and Sasuke in three of them.
Now her horrid experience with dealing with two Uchiha's was not to take away from that she enjoyed school and made great friends with a timid girl and a loud boy who loved his noodles. Soon the three of them took on others in their group like a boy who snuck his puppy to school or another who collected bugs as a hobby. The second time she ran in to one of the brothers was in eighth grade, it was close to summer break and to a new life within newer halls and she was stuck in a class with Izuna. More like she sat RIGHT next to him for the entire duration of the year. It wasn't as painful as she thought it would have been he stayed mostly to himself. To her chagrin the last project of the year was a partner one, and her partner was Izuna. The teacher must of really loved her to stick her with an Uchiha, but she had to thank her lucky stars at least he did his work and made a solid A, unlike her other friend; Naruto who was stuck with the ever so loud Ino Yamanaka. She silently feared that he would still be as vicious as the day he smashed Sasuke's face in to the dirt. But alas he was passive with her giving his opinion on what books they should read. Rather than tormenting her in to a book that he liked out of the list the teacher handed to them. Eventually after deliberating quietly in class they chose a book; The Hobbit by J.R.R Tolkien. After all it was the most interesting off of the list and they got it before their classmates did.
They had a choice between various sorts of projects like creating a board game, poster project, a debate, a normal book report and etc. She vehemently protested for the idea of a game but he said it was a lot of work especially for a book that detailed. This time the pinkette won out, not allowing her fears to slip in and give him a foothold. But as she chose that they had to create a game on top of all the homework they did, Sakura never realized that meant she would have to go to his house. It wasn't like she against going in to the Uchiha compound but she realized she would be surrounded by two boys who tended to be a smidge violent. Neither Itachi nor even Sasuke could save her if she were to get in a pickle; after all she was going to be in the home of Madara and Izuna thus uninvited guests were surely not welcomed. One could only guess she wasn't quick enough to vocalize her want or place of working but Sakura's close friends knew that she didn't want to piss them off at all from all the war stories of the two in elementary school.
Usually Sakura took the bus home with Naruto and Kiba as her parents did not have the time to drive all the way to the school to drop her off and pick her up. But Izuna insisted that she come over right away to start planning out their project; thus being picked up by their family driver. Izuna and Sasuke were the ones who utilized the use of a private driver instead of a bus; their parents were rich enough to allow them this. Between two of the boys she was stuck in one of the most awkwardly silent car rides of her life. She drew her knees in and her bag remained on her lap, carefully creating a small cube of space she could call her 'own'. "Why are you here?" Sasuke croaked, it was almost like a ravens cry before she huffed astutely at him. The pinkette was feeling generous enough to answer his question, other times when he did ask things of her, she ignored him right out. "I am Izuna's partner for our final English project." That shut him up easily, as dark eyes wildly stared at her like she was insane. Now unnoticed by her, Izuna's feral grin appeared to dance in victory in front of his cousin's bewildered eyes. After her statement the rest of the drive seemed to relax somewhat though she mainly kept to herself like the two cousins did.
When they arrived to the familial compound she got out and began to follow Izuna to his home. Sasuke was on the other side of the car watching carefully, though she swore there was a hint of sadness in those eyes. They arrived at a grandiose home with a gravel walk way and a koi pond off to the side. The home would be considered to be very traditional Japanese. "Tadaima." Izuna muttered as they entered the home from the kitchen door, the woman with the apron smiled brightly and responded "Okaeri." She could only assume that was his mother, the lady was a small waif with a thick toss of hair and sharp eyes. "Is this your girl friend Izuna-Chan?" Her suspicions were right, after that teasing remark and her partners quick reddening of the face. She felt herself blushing furiously as well at this askance before the woman came to a realization that she was Sasuke's former playmate. "OH, why hello Sakura Chan! " She said her hellos before Izuna explained that they were English partners. His mother looked faintly disappointed before waving them off to do their project. Thus by the wrist she was tugged through the house to a deep settled den littered with comfortable seating and various electronics.
They settled themselves at a large coffee table that sat in front of an L shaped sofa arrangement. She got a pillow as back support against the couch and he just sat straight backed and ready to work. They talked about various games they could create but agreed the easiest to orchestrate. They both agreed that the board game was going to be a simple start here and finish over there sort of deal like chutes n ladders or candy land. Sakura started to sketch out the ideas when Izuna excused himself for the bathroom. From there she was left alone and she began to feel a bit uncomfortable sitting in a major living area of an Uchiha family. But to keep her brain from thinking of it, she kept on designing the project diligently.
That is when he entered looking quite tousled and sexy. His dark eyes were like heat seeking missiles, beaming right in on her and without Izuna for some protection she was cursed to deal with Madara. From what she heard, many girls had it out for him but that was the case for all Uchiha boys. Sakura didn't see their appeal all too much after being the playmate of one, and the victim of the others torment. What happened to the days where girls used to think boys were disgusting bug eaters and guys thought girls had cooties. Not to say that the new attraction to the opposite sex was bad, but it was horrendous when she began feeling attracting to the two bully brothers of the Uchiha clan. Now she began to inwardly curse as Madara stalked around the sofa looking quite interested in the pinkette. "Why hello Sakura chan…" It came out a tender purr, as his body slunk in right next to hers; he looked absolutely relaxed like a cat that had its cream. She felt relatively uncomfortable at that point and wished Izuna would hurry back, though she couldn't help to think that wasn't where he really went. Maybe it was really just a horrible plot like in many books. "Hello Madara San." She acknowledged his existence with a formal quip.
The elder boy looked slightly disappointed in her response, instead of the usual girl addition of kun to the end of his name. Sakura did not place that informal address to his. Was he expecting her to trip over herself just to make him feel macho? The girl acknowledged him and wished he would leave despite the fact this was his house. If she truly wanted to escape she'd tell him to tell his brother that she was leaving and skedaddle out of there as fast as she could. But still she couldn't help but to feel cornered by his presence in the room and at such a close proximity. Quickly to avoid any sort of confrontation the girl picked up her novel and attempted to block him out by reading. "Why do you not call me Madara-kun~ Sakura chyaan." He drawled getting closer and pushing the book out of her hands and on to the table. At that particular moment she felt extremely uncomfortable in his space and wanted in the most childish manner to shove him over and run out the door. Madara had a cattish smile on his face as he prowled a little closer, forcing her to push back against the sofa nervously. He got close enough to kiss her almost and that is when Izuna appeared and began gruffly yelling at his brother.
"OI. Madara are you trying to rape my English partner? I suggest you do not or I will introduce you to mary and her five sisters!"
Now this was strange, to watch the violent interactions of the two dark haired brothers but at least the attention or now was off of her. She quietly picked up her book and attempted to read the first chapter. Both were bickering and flightily dodging each other; the machismo behavior was really getting on the pinkette's nerve, to the point where she had to text her step brother Sasori to come pick her up. She started to gather her things quietly and rose up wards, interrupting their little soiree. "Sorry, but I need to go something came up. " Both looked at her owlishly, fists poised at each other's bodies and hands gripping each other's shirts. The brothers started to look slightly embarrassed at their frozen antics. Slinging her bag upon her back the girl bowed and thanked both boys before exiting the room. She did work with Izuna on the project though albeit in an awkward manner and in the library. Sakura refused multiple occasions to go over to his house or to take him to hers.
After that she never got partnered up with an Uchiha at all though they were in her class. And she did not see much of Madara in the high school. Supposedly he was quite a busy boy playing foot ball and lacrosse. Same went for Izuna….almost. Izuna turned out to be a band geek playing the drums in the schools drum line. After that season as finished he ran track with her friend Ino. Girls were in love with anything that had to do with Uchiha (Itachi, Sasuke, Shisui, Izuna and Madara). Anyone who got in the way of the rabid fan girls was maimed instantly, even if you were their legit girlfriend. She gladly stayed out of that plethora of stupid with her group of tidy friends who cared naught what the populars did every breathing moment of their lives. It happened to be fate that they met again in an emptied wing of the school when every one busted out for break. She felt like turning around and rushing away but stuck her ground. But truly it was just her trying to open her stupid locker but those dark, felid eyes were on her in a New York second, and a sultry smile began to coil on his pale features. Now for someone who hasn't seen a full on glance at him in a couple of years she had to blush. Madara did turn out to be quite a looker. Sakura didn't blame the rabid fan girls for that moment, dark boys have always been her weakness in men.
"Long item no see Sakura chyan."
He always emphasized the chan part as being cute, though at times it really did have a mocking air to it. Biting back her sarcastic quip the girl responded politely. "Hello Madara San" Giving nothing to a potential spy lurking somewhere. Sakura was careful not to fraternize with the popular and cursed her luck. As when she told Ino and Tenten about her little encounters with him both girls proclaimed that he might like her and that boys were stupid enough to think that girls liked getting picked on. She wished that she would or could just blend in without doing anything drastic like dying her hair. But her politeness didn't falter his stride towards her; Madara was completely casual in every way. While she was disorganized to hell and nervous. A popular approaching a 'nerd' in a sexual manner was uncouth or just plain unheard of within these halls. A blush creeped over her features at any sort of unvirginal thoughts.
In that wing her first date asked her own to a dance, telling her all the reasons why she should go with him. There were no consequences at all, or none that he cared to list. She told him she'd consider but told him why he would go out of his way to even attempt starting a relationship and a high school media shit storm.