He infiltrated every part of my being, every cell and atom. Those lips burned on my head as he planted a kiss, albeit a sign of fake adoration. I hated it, but I loved it. Yet I'd try and scrub away any remnants of him until my skin turned red and raw.
When the great ninja nations fell, everything was thrown unto chaos. Then Madara came in and pretended to 'save' everyone and everything that was, acting like he was a real hero. Even though he killed multiples of ninja and my best friend in the process.
To say that I, Haruno Sakura hated him was an understatement. I fucking loathed that inky haired ninja who had a smile gilded of silver. But somehow I began to love him, a classic case of Stockholm syndrome at its best. It all started in some cliché after the war story. The majority of my comrades felt defeated and depressed, others had felt nothing and accepted the change in power. After all they all knew we became puppets the moment Naruto died. Nothing more and nothing less. Especially somebody like me. The first to take a prize of battle was Sasuke. The man we had searched for for years and years. He chose me like a teen age boy picking out a carnival prize at a game booth for a girlfriend. It wasn't a secret to any one with ears, rumors and a brain that his ambitions were to kill his brother and revive his family honorably. I was curious in a morbid way why he didn't choose another kunoichi, one who preferably already had family abilities like byakugan. He only 'hn'ed at me though when asked, typical.
Yet he wasn't the only one with his eyes on having a prize, soon after Madara and Kabuto appeared. I was way too tired to comprehend what was happening as they were all squabbling much like small birds do over seeds. With my chakra depleted from war and the constant healing of others I sat and watched them – Kabuto gave up easily, as he eyeballed me creepily the snake nin shuffled away plucking up another kunoichi – a cloud nin with a claw hand. Her yelps and screams to let her go sent cold electricity down my spine. It reminded me of the first time I heard a cat get caught by a coyote pack behind my parent's old home in the forest. The wail and my wincing in disgust and unease. This image of the girl being pulled away haunted my dreams – I knew that could have been me if those two Uchiha's didn't care.
All I wanted right now was Naruto and things to be the way they were before the war started. Before Sasuke ran away for power and became something he shouldn't have been. Something his brother valiantly tried to shield him from. My eyes were closing and I was definitely dozing off, feeling as if everything were to fade away. However somewhere subconsciously I knew someone was picking me up, but no matter how much I tried my eyes wouldn't open. They were heavy and sealed shut. Later it was obvious who won as I woke up in the Hokage's bedroom. And in a frilly pink teddy that screamed the lingerie store Ino tried getting me to buy from. I curled my legs up to my chest, and burrowed my face in my knees, attempting anything to stifle the tears I tried to destroy so long ago. For the first time I was literally on my own, there were no supportive talks from Tsunade or Shizune, no ramen every so often with Naruto at Ichiraku and more.
I knew what I was; a tool to further his upward progression. To rebuild a fallen clan that once held its head in the sunlight all too long ago, to be what they called in feudal times- a consort. Or modernly known as a wife.
Over time I learned quickly that he could bring me the world just as fast as he could punishment for little trivialities. Trivialities such as thinking of the now deceased kyuubi container - Naruto, running away and more. Madara was easily frustrated, and easily old fashioned even though he tried to be modern with his methods. If my tears didn't stop after trying to console me, woo and appease me; Madara would be mad, frustrated that at the time I wasn't accepting him as the supreme authority. I have tried running away, during the day when he was never around. He'd always catch me whether it was immediately or a day or two later. It was a cat and mouse game and unfortunately I was a mouse and he was the cat.
Not only did he take over countries, people's will and politics with his ideals. He took over or tried to dictate every little part of my existence. I swear that like Sasuke and Itachi he must have had no real interaction with 'real' women not hookers/prostitutes or vain gold digging girls. Madara made sure everything of mine had an Uchiwa emblazoned on it, and that everything I mean EVERYTHING was femmine in some way. Lacy panties and bras, dresses and etc. But most of all his favorite -Kimono. Not that I have anything against wearing Kimono for special occasions but as a daily occurrence? No thanks. He not only bought modern clothing but vintage, even passed down pieces that his family wore before Konoha was prevalent. "Women are most elegant when in kimono!" Madara haughtily commented at me as servants proffered at least seven different boxes of winter Kimono at me, then another eight boxes of yukata. They were all beautiful and it was true women did have a sort of elegance when wearing a kimono; summer or winter. However they were inconvenient for home duties, work and other forms of leisure. Some of them were of his past female ancestor's ownership, it was obvious by the dark blues, reds and white on a few of the silks. And of course that blasted family sigil – the fan.
But all of this was just a sign that he was dominant and relevant in my life. Just like was taking over Konoha, he was taking over my life with increasing vigor.
Sakura's PoV