A/N:Hi guys, I'm back with chapter 6. I would like to thank you all for keeping up with this story even though it's taking an agonizingly long time to progress. This chapter is the big one and hope you enjoy. I heard this classic song for the 1st time this summer and can't get it out of my head and the lyrics relate to the story if you listen carefully. To fans of the song know that I'm writing the lyrics in segments that go along with the chapter. That's all, bye!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the manga/anime franchise. All rights go to its respective creator Masashi Kishimoto. Nor do I own any rights to the song "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen as all credit for the song and lyrics go to its respective creators. I, however, do own this plotline.
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Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
'Run. Go. Hide. No, don't hide, he'll just weed you out. Don't stop.
Never stop again. Don't think, just go—go—GO!'
Sakura's footstep hammered the ground, speeding past dozens of doors and hallways. 'Where's the damn stairs?! Is it left? No, that's where I came from. I can't turn back. Just keep running; if you keep running, it won't get you.' Heart hammering. Pulse quickening. Throat desert dry. Still, Sakura kept running though her legs were close to collapsing beneath her that very moment and her heart was palpitating in such a manner that it sounded as if it would explode. She had to get as far away as she could from that thing, that thing...
'Oh, why didn't I see it before?! The way he looked at me from that first night I should have known. The way those eyes raked up and down my body, or his hands fondled me so forcefully or his lips, his lips—oh kami, someone help me!'
Caught in the landslide
No escape from reality
Sakura face was pale with exhaustion and fear as she sped down a corridor, turning corners left and right, not even sure where she was headed, but knowing where she was coming from. she added not stop to open a door for fear that behind knob IT would be there waiting hungrily to drag her back into the awful reach of its grasp. No, definitely not. The faint lights above her seems like an endless line of suns all directly pointing at her, causing beads of sweat to appear on her forehead and trail into her brow. 'Who makes a corridor this long?' She screamed inside of her mind while trying to keep herself from entertaining the actual matter that was trying to cut deep into the psyche of her mind, clawing at he outer edges of her sanity.
And like a sudden halo appearing before her, a vague light gave way to a stairwell and Sakura wasted no time mounting it, taking three steps at a time, reaching the top and continue running. Surely, she knew IT wasn't behind her any longer, but she couldn't take any chances; And truthfully, Sakura wasn't too sure of anything these days, especially this day of all days. Though feeling as if her legs were lead and her rib cage had cracked from the harsh exertion, Sakura ran past the classes, down another flight of stairs, past the gawking receptionist and out of the building; even then, she kept running on the sidewalk, never glancing over her shoulder once.
The sun, having run its course for the day,was setting on the horizon, in its wake casting a orange-pink glow over the tranquil city of Konoha. The animals in the forest surrounding the village had huddled into their colonies and into their respective colonies. As if incoherently imitating the nature surrounding them, the citizens of the beautiful city follow suit, returning to their quiet flats and houses after a long day of work and school. Yes, every resident of the city were settling down for the quiet approach of night which would surely guarantee a more promising tomorrow. All except one.
"Izuna, what did I just say?!"
"I'm sorry Aniki, but I can't clean it properly unless I apply alcohol. This wound is a lot bigger than I thought so I have to use an excessive amount."
"Well at least warn me before you just thrust acid at me!," Madara reprimanded Izuna. In reality he was not mad at Izuna, but fuming at how he received the injury. The leader of the Uchiha clan was currently in his kitchen sitting atop the granite countertop bar as Izuna, first aid kit in hand, was cleaning and stitching the 4 inch bleeding crescent-shaped gash on his arm. Izuna stared into the face of his sibling. "Brother, I'm still confused. How did you say you came by this wound again?"
Madara frowned down at him, "A rabid dog attacked me on my way home from the office." A slight smile apppeared on Izuna's face. "Madara, do you mean to tell me that you, who survived the six legendary battles of the Third War, led the armies through the mountains of Hoshin, and battled with the likes of Hashirama and lived to tell the tale, could not defeat a small, little pup?" Izuna was having a problem containing himself, much to Madara's dismay.
"This 'pup' may have been small, but I assure you it was not docile," Madara said.
Though one could have easily misheard it, Madara heard Izuna whisper under his breath "—look like human teeth imprints."
"What are you going on about?"
"Oh, nothing," Izuna responded with a coy smile, as if laughing at his own personal joke. Madara narrowed his eyes at his brother, but decided to instead face the opposite direction while Izuna passed stitches back and forth through Madara's arm.
"You must be more careful, brother. I cannot afford to see anything happen to you—you're all I have."
Madara just 'hmn'-ed in response, preferring not to speak such intimate talk to his sibling. He was not the most adept man at connecting with the repertoire of his emotions and very was grateful for that quality. Emotions only muddle lines and complicate simple situations; they could make one's persona change from humble to crazed in a matter of minutes, often times thwarting their goals or killing themselves ultimately . While he, he'd rather harden himself to the romanticisms and brutalities of the world. This quality—this blessing—is one of the most admirable features about his being that Madara especially prided himself on. He had seen too many men on the battlefield loose their sanity and lives over the deaths of family, friends, and lovers during the hell of war; they'd soon cry out for revenge and they themselves end up as cold as ice in pine coffins six feet underground. No, for him was not the burden called emotions. Who needs emotions and sentimentality when the world was practically lying at his feet? He had his wealth and position, an entire army under his control if he need it be, and women from all corners of the Earth practically crawling at his feet, begging to be his bride and even the postion of mistress will do. He could have anything or anyone he wanted. All except...
"Aniki?"
Madara drew himself out the daze he did not know he had fallen into and sighed casually, "I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You look like something was frustrating you; do you want to talk about it?"
Madara turned and looked into Izuna's kind face. His little brother smiled in return as Madara gazed at his face, focusing on his warm smile and the slight dimples of his cheeks. Then he came to face his permanently closed eyes, those same eyes that had experienced the destruction and malevolence of war and had been lost in the struggle for peace. And look where peace has brought him. Izuna could have easily replaced his eyes as he was the brother of the clan leader, but Madara knew never could anyone or anything erase the dying, stricken faces of family, the bloody flags of battles lost, and the countless number of injustices and horrors imprinted in the mind of the man barely in his twenties. As a sign of remembrance to the lives his friends and family sacrificed in the war, Izuna decided to remain blind and continue to live his life never to see the light of day again, even as Madara called him an insolent fool for his decision.
"Oh Brother—", Izuna said smiling up gently to his older and only sibling, "—you could not possibly understand my decision and I shall rest easy with that knowledge. But I must share with you a small a piece of philosophy I've gained from my blindness, as everyone refers to it; True never again shall I see the light of day, yet I see more than any million men off the street—I see the truth."
Izuna then rose up in such a graceful manner and strode away leaving Madara bewildered and aggravated in front of the optometrist' office. Madara never again openly questioned Izuna's decision to adapt and live with his disability, yet he still did not fully comprehend his thinking or that nonsense about truth-seeing, but decided that if his otouto could adapt to his condition, Madara could too.
Madara quickly averted his gaze back to his lap with an almost inaudible, "No." Izuna sighed, defeated, and finished stitching up the last of the wound on Madara's arm.
Later that night as he lay in bed clad in his burgundy silk robe with a glass of Amontillado beside him on his cherrywood night table, Madara stared at the blankness of his ceiling. His eyes passed from the dullness of his ceiling to his sky light and all about the room.
He wondered if Sakura's room was as hard and cold as his was, with everything in it's perfect order and place and no color about it what so all. No, koi's room could never be this elementary and expressionless; for her was not the neatly stacked books tucked away in black bookcases or the solidarity of a lone orchid in a glass vase by his window which outlooked the entire city. Her room was as full of life as she was, with ballet posters hanging on the walls, flamboyant blues, purples, and pinks seeming to spring from every crevice of the room, and a cream four-poster bed with fuschia and petal pink organdy curtains.
Madara relinquished a smile usually hidden from the rest of the world as he dreamed of the pink headed girl and her living quarters. He had know from the first day of seeing her at Konoha High that she was special. And on that blessed day when she hit the stage before him, she was as his there was the sun to the sky. And he would pursue any means to have her by his side, in his bed.
Yes, those creamy alabaster legs would surely suit his while wrapped around his waist in a fix of passion that would last for hours at a time. There was no mistake, it was her body he wanted yet in this instance he would accept her mind too, as long as she kept it in check and realized he was the ultimate authority. She was a petite, small creature with soft curves and a B-cup size and he wanted her no less than if she was an hour-glass shaped vixen. Through the eyes of another male in this position Sakura would seem mediocre compared to the other gorgeous, curvy-bodied women he frequented with in his past escapades, but Sakura held a certain purity and naïveté that others could not comprehend as her eyes were the portal to a soul which had yet to be tainted with the filth and scrimmage of the world; she was still as new and fresh as if she was born into the world yesterday.
Also, since she wasn't a complete airhead, he could not only reserve her for her body, but have an intellectual conversation with her as well. Madara knew he would soon tire of her and move onto another intrigue in less than a couple of months, but he could not deny his curiosity any longer and would explore his subject and enjoy it as long as he pleased.
Madara felt the dull ache of his arm as the gash was beginning to heal. He brought it to his face and examined it. Koi had apparently bitten through the skin and almost to muscle. The freshly stitched scar stood alarming against the rest of his complexion. He knew from this point on he would to think wisely about his next moves and positions in the pursuit of his new fascination. He had let his craving of his flesh override the intuition of his mind and now she would never go anywhere alone with him again. He smirked; the piper had scared off the children with his overt serenades and now had to resort to drastic measures to acquire them once more. Well then he would seek those measures and exploit every one until he had what he wanted so badly to obtain in his hand at last. He would break her because she was his and his only to manipulate and break and oh how he would enjoy watching her crumble.
One would cower in fear at the crazed face the overtook Madara's usually angelic one. He had just found his first resort in breaking Sakura Haruno.
Open your eyes, look up to the sky's and see...
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
The room was dark, as Sakura preferred its somber atmosphere that matched her mood to the garish light which so mocked her with its brightness. She lay stomach facing down on her cot bawling her eyes out as she had done for the past three hours, but to her felt like an eternity. Would this hell ever end? Would the world continue to watch her torture and cower as she downspiraled into a unescapable black abyss. Her one dream, the one thing that kept her feet on the ground and from slipping into depression was gone now. She could never go back to S&U Academy, how could she? She would forever be marred with the scars of today and the feeling of that man passing his hands around her body making her feel violated and shamed. She couldn't see Tsunade again because the woman would inquire her about her sudden decision to drop out and she couldn't face the shame and indignity as she told her mentor, who had spent years of countless early mornings and late nights training her to be the best, that she had lost all passion for dance and would no longer take classes at her studio. That information would not sit well with her idol and she'd as soon found out the truth and come tearing through the streets of Konoha for Madara's head. Sakura grimaced. The idea of someone tearing off Madara's head would not move her plenty—she would have done it herself had she not been in a state of mind where she was afraid of the possibility of assault or worse, rape. Sakura would have gladly assisted in the mutilation of the man as retribution for what he tried to pull on her. Yet despite the glory and thrill she would receive from the death of the pervert, it would not cleanse her now sore soul of the wounds she had endured for giving the oppurtunity for the creep to molest her. She had wholesomely accepted him with open arms when from that first night when he grabbed her she should known to stay away. Her face screwed up as another succession of tears fell down her face. Yes, she should have known then that the man had evil intentions yet she decided to overlook them and accept it as misunderstanding; Sakura, always the overly optimistic one. Well never again could she trust anyone, not even those closest to her, which were very few people. Friends were only known enemies now.
"Hey Ugly, Clean the dishes!"
Karin banged on Sakura's door and Sakura frowned. She did not need Karin's asshole-ish tendencies right now and preferred not to even deal with that aspect of her life at the moment considering she was going through a crisis in which all her hopes and dreams had been crushed by the calloused palms of another asshole. Unaware and not caring that she was mentally cursing, Sakura curtly replied, "Go away, I'm not in the mood tonight."
Karin snarled behind the door. "Do I look like I care? Get off your lazy ass and do the freaking dishes! And you'd better hurry because I gotta go see Baby tonight!"
Sakura cringed at the mention of Karin's nickname for Sasuke and ignored Karin's rantings. Karin continued to bang and scream at the door until she yelled, "Listen, you ugly pink haired little shit! I'm going to go to Sasuke's and you're going to park your worthless ass in that kitchen and clean like the maid you are. God, I told mom as soon as she married dad to send you to the orphanage, but noooo and now I'm stuck with your trashy self. I wish you'd just make easier on the rest of us and kill yourself already!"
As soon as she said finished her sentence, the door cracked open and Karin came face to face with a sight that made the ends of her hair stand up. Her stepsister's eyes were bloodshot, puffy, and rimmed red, her hair looked like it hasn't be combed in weeks, and her face sallow. Her eyes peirced through Karin's superficial armor and cut right to the bone.
"Trust me, after living in this hell with you for nine years, I'd gladly off myself given the chance. Move." Sakura stepped out her room, closing the door behind her and walked smoothly past Karin and up the stairs to the main hallway. Karin stood motionless outside of Sakura's door for a moment, shocked, and then released a breath she had not realized she had been holding in. Serves the little maid right trying to slack on her housework. Karin grinned as she bounced up the stairs and out the door to Sasuke's, leaving Sakura in the kitchen. She hoped her Sasu-cakes wouldn't be too mad about her being late.
A week had passed and true to her word, Sakura had not set foot in S&U Academy of Art. She hadn't seen the building in weeks to be frank. Immediately after school she ran straight home, not even considering the possibility of at least visiting it for a last goodbye. It ran too high a risk of coming in contact with Madara and that was the last thing she needed. The mere thought of ever facing him again gave her goosebumps and quickened her heart; she was still coming to terms with the traumatic events that had transpired between them. She remembered the restless nights a few days after the event and how she had dreams that his hands were once again touching her, defiling her. After one dream she had woken up sweaty and frightened from fear that Madara was standing in the shadowed corner of her room, waiting to return her to her personal humiliation. After that, Sakura always kept a night light plugged in by her night stand.
She had had little time to digest why Madara did what he did or how could she have stopped it and in truth, she was glad she had no such thoughts; it certainly didn't change anything that's for sure. She prayed to whatever god that there might be out in the world that Madara had not received the idea that she had been leading him on during any point of their interaction. If so, Sakura at least would be slightly relieved that he was not some creepy predator preying on his students, but would boldly tell him that if he received any notion she was making a pass at him, he was dead wrong.
Most of the time, she was just being polite and nice to him since she figured that he rarely had normal conversations with normal people as he was one of the most prominent and well known men in all of Japan and was probably used to dealing with celebrities, business leaders and the like she figured it might be nice for him to interact with plain janes like herself once in awhile. Plus, that still didn't give him the right to just full on come at her like some weirdo.
Sakura groaned from the exertion of having so many thoughts and feelings running through her mind all at once. She stared out the small barred window in the basement where she resided as she sat on her cot. It was a beautiful day outside, especially for a January. The sky was clear and she could hear the faint laughter of children playing up the street. Those same children had dreams just as she except hers were now floating in the wind, gone before she even had the chance to savor them. Sakura closed her eyes and lay back down her pillow. As she lay still on her bed, her memories invaded her mind of all the late practices at Rsing Star, the countless number of times she fell as a child trying to do thirty-two turn pirouettes, and how despite how hurt her ego had been, she always rose back up with Tsunade looking down at her saying, "You only lose if you stay down. Because you don't give up on mastering a technique or a competition, you give up on yourself and that's one of the fastest ways for a dancer to kill their career—by being a loser and the second by complaining." And after the talk, Sakura landed every single one of those pirouettes.
'Don't be a loser.'
Sakura's eyes snapped open in a simultaneous epiphany.
She had some place to be.
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me...
To me
'Twenty eight'
Light tapping against the smooth grain wood floor did not disturb her; nothing could.
'Twenty nine'
Sakura landed the turn smoothly and continued not paying attention to the tapping approaching her door.
'Thirty'
Sakura focused on her reflections in the mirrors surrounding the room as she lifted up her left leg. Her cream leotard matched her legwarmers and her baby blue shorts complimented her slightly dingy pink pointe shoes.
'Thirty one'
She landed again softly as the doorknob turned slowly.
'Thirty two'
The door opens and someone enters, shutting the door silently behind them. Sakura landed her last pirouette with grace and stance and bowed. She knew she need not turn around because she only had to look in the mirror in front of her to see Madara standing behind her near the door in the reflection. As usual, he was clad in a expensive black suit with a red tie and and an silver extragant looking watch at his wrist. His midnight black hair was in its usual style except it looked like it had been brushed thoroughly. Sakura stood with poise and bowed to the man which seemed to irk him. "Hello, Madara-sama."
"Hmn. Sakura-koi, there is no need for such formalities. We are both familiar enough for you not to address me as your superior." Madara smirked at the end. He wanted to see her frazzled.
Unfortunately, Sakura did not lose her facade. "I know of no such thing. Besides, you are my superior so why not address you as such?"
Madara chuckled mischievously, "I think you and I both know from our last 'meeting' that we are way past formal behaviors now, Sakura."
"Yes, I remember and you're lucky I didn't call the police, you bastard,"Sakura said, dropping her casualness, with spite she hoped would hurt him. However, Madara seemed unmoved by her retort. "Call and tell them what? That the most powerful and wealthy man in the entire nation has assaulted you and you wish for the justice of law?"
Sakura narrowed her eyes, "If you should know, that's exactly what I would say, but you left out the part about me pressing charges."
Madara gave a patronizing half smile. "How original of you? Pressing charges against a highly-acclaimed, wealthy man pleaing that he attacked you. Not to mention he technically owns the police and is related to every officer on duty, but they surely wouldn't question an idle teenager. Why bravo! I never would have thought of such a scenario."
Even though he had a point, Sakura felt like decking him then and there. "Listen, just tell me what the hell you want and get out. Class starts in a half an hour."
She did not miss the sudden surly frown on Madara's face. "What did I say about your use profane language around me? It's unladylike and does not suit your demeanor."
"What did I say about 'no means no'? See, we both don't listen."
Madara raised a perfect eyebrow then passed his hands through his black locks. "I actually came to see if you would show back up. My receptionist said she finally saw you return today. I was concerned I may have scared you off the other day since you're such a shy, subservient soul."
Sakura scoffed. "You're so egotistical. You think that I'm going to throw away my future and talent for you? After all I've sacrificed to get here? Well news flash, I'm still here so if you have anymore bullets to throw my way, bring it because I'm not going to let you or anyone else control my destiny."
Madara was taken back. Who was this new swearing, aggressive, headstrong minx in place of where the soft, angelic, quiet Sakura should be? He had to say in the least he was shocked and proud of her standing up to him, but could also feel his arousal stirring in the pit of his stomach. This new stubborn Sakura was one he had never seen before and made him more thrilled about the proposition he was about to place in front her.
Mama, just killed a man
Put my gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead
Let the operation begin.
"Well Sakura, I'm completely appalled at your gall. So much hostility towards a man who hasn't in any form hurt you—"
"Hasn't hurt me? You tried to rape me, you jackass!"
Suddenly, Sakura was slammed against one of the glass mirrors, Madara in front of her clutching at her shoulders while glass shattered on the floor as Sakura tried to struggle out of his grasp.
"Let me go!"
Sakura could see the fire that was once deep within Madara's eyes kindling to the surface, "I have warned you twice, Sakura, more than I would have done most people. Yet you still have not taken heed to my warnings, so I'll just have to teach you some manners."
His lips crashed to her, taking her face in his hands so she couldn't pull away. Learning from her last encounter, Sakura knew better. She jerked her head back and went straight for his right, uninjured arm. Madara had too come prepared however and just as soon as she lunged, he jumped back and caught her around the waist, making sure her back was to his chest. Sakura flailed and kicked at the air, trying to pry his immobile arms from around her torso in vain.
"You can't possibly think I'll fall for same trick twice, my dear."
Sakura lurched in his arms, "Go to hell!"
"Not without you."
Sweat dripped down her forehead as Sakura slowly grew still, realizing that it was futile to fight. Tired out, she grew slack in Madara's arms to his pleasure; he knew he would win this battle. He leaned over the top her head, his voice as if he were chastising a child, "Are you done now?"
Sakura nodded defeated.
"Good, because I have a proposition for you."
Mama, oooh, life had just begun and now I've gone and thrown it all away
She lifted her head to meet his eyes staring at her with such mockery that she wanted to spit at him. Despite the overwhelming sensation, she held her tongue and waited for him to finish.
Seeing he had peaked her interest, Madara went on with cruel enjoyment. "You see, last week the receptionist saw you speed out the door like a bat out of purgatory and she immediately gave me notice. She asked me if she should still admit you to this school permenately—", He prodded at her nose playfully, "—and I told her to commence and cancel your registration to the academy." Sakura's face twisted into something that of confusion and rock bottom despair. "I told her that if a pupil would wholeheartedly walk out on the first day, they did not deserve the privilege of belonging to this academy while others were begging to take their place for who's to say that they wouldn't walk out in the middle of a competition when the school needed them the most? I couldn't allow that, it would soil the school's name before it even advanced beyond its first year. So she did as she was told as expected and completely demolished your records and registration at this school." He leaned closer to her face, their noses almost grazing. "Meaning, Sakura, that you have no future here to return to or as you say 'bullets to dodge'; Love, you don't even have a gun to fear."
Sakura looked incredulous into his face, wanting to simply to fall to the floor and breakdown. And that's what she did, with Madara's arms still at her waist, comforting her while she sobbed. Her words were uncomprendable as she rocked back and forth in his arms, only the occasional 'it's just not fair' reaching Madara's ears. Much to her own chagrin, she allowed Madara to pet her head repeatedly and whisper sweet nothings in her ear as if he weren't the central cause of her pain. If she were not so desperate and in such despair, she would have clawed his eyes out. Her head lay against his solid chest as she wept.
"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!", she yelled aloud, not caring who heard, especially Madara. He looked at her lovingly and said, "I don't know what happens outside of this academy, but the reason you were omitted was due to the fact you reused to be compliant, Love. If only you would have just allowed me to have you the other day none of this—"
Madara barely ducked in time to miss the slap aimed his face. Sakura scurried back from him, her hand shielding her face which was contorted with utter disgust. Let this monster have her? What was he thinking?!
"You are a sick man," was all she said. Despite her situation, Sakura was still trying to act like a lady towards the gentleman who least of all deserved it.
Madara sighed and brushed off his britches as he stood. "Still continuing the name calling I see. It does not phase me, Sakura, as you so hoped it would and honestly I don't care what you think of me. It cannot change your situation or make it any better. Since I've wasted so much time already, I'll go ahead and state my purpose plainly:", he leered over her, "—as of now you are currently unenrolled in the Senju & Uchiha Academy of the Arts. You cannot be admitted back into this school, or any other school if I have my say, without the exclusive permission of either I or my colleague Hashirama Senju and since my associate has no idea who you are, that only leaves me. So I propose a deal with you, Sakura-san."
Sakura avoided his eyes. "What kind of deal?"
Madara smiled. He had her exactly where he wanted her. "A very simple one: I shall admit you back in this academy and in exchange, you shall become my concubine."
Madara watched as Sakura looked as if she could faint. "Wait, I am not finished. Along with admitting you back into S&U, I will become your sponsor per say."
"My sponsor?"
"Meaning I will provide all the financial backing for your career in dance as well as pay your college tuition. I read in your resumé you wanted to attend Juliard, correct? Well, I shall pay all four years and any additional training you need during this time and I will also promote you as a dancer to large theaters and franchises because, as you see, my words hold a considerable amount of weight in this nation and almost anywhere else in the world. And all I ask is that in return is you do all that I require of you."
Madara folded his arms waiting a response, any response. Sakura stared at him, her face blank of emotion, then changed to that of a perplexed nature. Good, he had made her think. That meant she was considering his words carefully. He would just wait until she had an appropriate response.
Mama, oooh, if I'm not back again by this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
Sakura sat there on the wooden paneled floor for what seemed like eons until finally she looked up to Madara as he raised an eyebrow expectedly.
"I need some time to think this over."
Madara looked slightly put off, but just shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, I'll permit you some allotted time to make your decision. But Sakura, you must know I'm a busy man and my offer won't stand forever. I'll allow you twenty four hours to make your final decision. We shall meet again tomorrow in this very room at 4pm." Madara slowly took his leave to the door.
"Oh and Sakura, know once your decision is made, there is know going back. That being said, think wisely about your future."
He turned the doorknob and as he stepped out, he glanced at the girl still on the floor. "Also, if you tell anyone about our discussion or what has taken place prior, I promise you I will make life hell for you and all those you love. Good day, koi."
Madara shut the door behind him, leaving Sakura still on the floor at her knees. The class bell rung overhead, signaling she had missed her first lesson, but she could care less. She was too busy trying to make a decision that could affect her for the rest of her life.
Izuna met his brother at the door as he always did when Madara returned home from the office. Madara walked in and deposited his jacket on the floor for the maids to pick early the next morning.
"Hello, Aniki. How was your day?"
"It was fine. What are we having for dinner tonight?"
Izuna nodded towards the kitchen. "I thought you might want a change of pace so I ordered take out."
Madara grunted in reply and headed to the kitchen. He sat down at the head of the 14 foot cherrywood polished table with the family antique crystal chandelier above it. Izuna took his place adjacent to his brother and began rummaging through the Chinese takeout bag and handed him his food. "I told the chef to make sure he put extra cashew in the chicken."
Madara nodded in gratitude then ate his meal in silent solitude as he usually did except for the occasional questions Izuna had about the office. In truth, Madara's mind was not on his work, but his heart was walking around with a pink haired dancer right now. Only a short amount of time, twenty four hours is. But to him it was eternity and going by gruesomely slow. Why couldn't she just agree so he wouldn't have this silent foreboding on his conscience at dinner? He didn't know if he could stand another minute of this torture. No matter, everything would go according to plan, he'd see to that.
After he finished his meal, Madara got up and put his dishes in the sink. He turned back to his younger brother and said, "Gomen, Otouto, but I seem to have a headache. May I be excused to go on a stroll and clear my head?" Madara didn't ask anyone's permission for anything, but this was his otouto, the only one he could fully trust so it only seemed appropriate.
Izuna nodded, understanding. "Of course, just make sure you take your jacket, it's going to be below forty tonight. I'm going to turn in now. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Madara called back while trying to disguise the fact that he was rushing towards the door. Madara was halfway out the door when Izuna called to him, "—And watch out for more rabid dogs."
Madara simply grunted in reply and locked the door. He got into his silver Mercedes-Benz with brown interior and started the car. He buckled his seatbelt and started down the street. He was wide awake and in no mood for sleep just yet.
Sakura lay in her cot for the second time that day completely in despair. The only difference this time was she was partly in shock and didn't cry. She stared at her white ceiling work and traced the faint outlines of the sculpting tool had created with her eyes. She knew she eventually had to think about this, but she felt now was not the time (she also felt there were never be a right time to discuss something as that). The proposition Madara offered her didn't seem as completely apalling and ludicrous as Sakura thought. Hadn't she already known Madara wanted her ever since that awful experience in the storage room? Somehow, his proposal actually seemed reasonable. Every problem Sakura had faced with going to college and her dance career could be solved with a snap of Madara's fingers, but the idea of offering her flesh in return just seemed...vulgar. Don't get her wrong (she couldn't believe she was admitting this to herself), Madara was absolutely the most gorgeous male she had ever seen; he may even rival another certain Uchiha in her eyes. Yet she couldn't really picture herself being that girl; the girl who sleeps with the movie director just to get the leading role. Sakura unconsciously thought about her mother and if she had been that girl and maybe it was why she had left her and her father. Was getting ahead really that important that Sakura would consider possibly losing her virginity to a man she barely knew—and worse, hated? This was just too much to process, she needed to clear her head.
Sakura slipped on her tennis shoes and a light jacket and as stealthily as possible, she slipped up the stairs and out the front door. Her feet hit the sidewalk pavement and she strolled down the street with the night air against her skin.
Thankfully, the neighborhood had a month prior decided that the block needed street lights. Sakura walked in and out of the orange pools of light as she walked on the sidewalk, heading no where in particular.
One of the most ironic things about almost not having anymore of her friends from her childhood was that most of them all lived in her neighborhood right down the street. Sakura came to Ino's house first and stopped momentarily to peek through the window from a distance. Ino was sitting on her couch sitting in Shikamaru's lap as they watched television together. She knew Ino's house better than all of the rest considering how many times she had spent the night there for slumber parties, holidays, and Ino's birthdays. Sakura giggled to herself quietly as she recalled how she often used to tease Ino about her name, commonly adding the suffix '-pig' whenever she spoke her name. It actually did not start with Sakura. It was not until Ino called her 'Billboard Brow' on the first day meeting her that Sakura decided to take up name calling. She and Ino had had some good times together.
Sensing herself fall back into a slow despair, Sakura moved on.
The next house Sakura encountered was Rock Lee's...she preferred to skip that one.
Sakura kept walking until she arrived at a fairly large red brick house which was unmistakeably Naruto's. Hinata technically lived with Naruto, but was too afraid to confront her parents with the matter. If Sakura remembered clearly, Hinata did talk to her parents about her living with Naruto, but whenever anything pertained to the blond-haired boy, her parents blocked out anything being said and forbade her against going against their wishes. So Hinata just stopped talking to them about it and stayed at the Hyuuga compound most of the time, except when her parents went on business trips and vacations and instead stayed with Naruto. She settled with the knowledge that she and Naruto could officially move in together after high school.
The lights in the house were out so Sakura assumed they were out to a movie or something. Sakura made a mental note to apologize to Hinata about her abrupt absence from S&U.
Sakura continued on her aimless journey and kept walking until she reached the end of the block then stopped, as still as a deer in headlights. This was the house had been avoiding, the one she had been dreading seeing. In all the years of her departure, the outside had barely changed. The garage still was white compared to the rest of the soft blue house. Sakura couldn't bring herself to say his name in fear she would collapse there on the sidewalk.
It was...Sasuke's house. The boy she had a crush on (which later blossomed to love) since third grade's house. Sasuke's father purchased a house separately from the Uchiha district just for the family because Sasuke wanted to keep all his original friends at school and also because the district was getting smaller and smaller from the number of growng Uchiha families in the area. She and Naruto had frequently visited it in her younger days to study for class assignments as the trio for some reason was always paired up together for projects. She remembered the way his house smelled like pines and logs burning in the fireplace and how beautiful it always looked on holidays. She would give anything just so smell the inside of it one more time. Sakura frowned. She doubted Sasuke would even let her past the doorstep nevertheless inside. Still, a little hope is a good thing right?
Unable to help herself, Sakura stepped forward into the lawn and then to the nearest window and cupped her hands to it and peeped inside. The kitchen lights were on and she heard people talking. From the looks of the driveway, Sasuke's parents weren't home. Sakura put her ear to the glass to hear what was being said clearer.
"I told you not tonight, my parents could come home any minute."
"Aww come on Baby, just a quickie."
Sakura frowned at the familiar, annoying voice. Maybe this was a bad idea.
"And if my parents show up?"
"I can dress fast and go out the window, I did it last time."
There was silence then a deep 'Okay' was heard before footsteps going up the stairs and Karin's foolish giggling. Sakura looked at the two going to Sasuke's bedroom with deep yearning. An epiphany hit her then—was the reason she did want to take up Madara's offer because of her still burning feelings for Sasuke? Did it make her feel like she was cheating on him? She bowed her head in shame. She knew Sasuke could never love her back and accepted it years ago, but still...
Sakura had always dreamed of losing her virginity to Sasuke...on their wedding night. Despite how naive the fantasy was, Sakura always hoped that one night the two could at least be alone and Sakura could finally confess her feelings. But, it was impossible. Karin had ruined it all; Karin had ruined everything. Tears began to roll down Sakura's cheeks and Sakura let them. That should be her with Sasuke right now, not whiny, ungrateful Karin! Kami, she hated her with every fiber of her being!
"I HATE HER!" Sakura yelled, before slapping her hands over her mouth. Oh crap.
Light suddenly flooded the stairway leading upstairs as Sakura heard footsteps coming back down the steps. Sakura, stupidly stood by the window still trying to comprehend what she had just done. The feet reached the bottom of the steps and Sakura saw Sasuke's lean figure in the light from the hallway. He was shirtless in all his beauty and armed with a bat.
Someone called from up the stairs, "Sasuke-kuuunn, come back up here I'm scared!"
"I'll be up in a minute," Sasuke called back up then checked around the house for anything out of place. Despite the fear of getting caught, Sakura liked the thrill of the situation she was in, plus she had never seen her love shirtless. Suddenly, Sakura's nose began itching as Sasuke checked behind the couches in the living room. With no tact at all, Sakura sneezed loudly after she could take the itching no longer. Sasuke looked up from behind the couch and made his way to the front door. Sakura panicked and took off across the lawn, disappearing behind around the block and out of sight. All the way home, tears dropped down her face as she whispered, "I'm sorry, Sasuke," repeatedly.
Sasuke stared dumbfounded outside his door, his eyes trailing the direction the peeping Tom had taken off. There was no way it could have been who he thought he saw shooting across his yard. He must be mistaken. Yet, there was no mistaking pink hair like that.
"SASUKE-KUN!"
"Alright, I'm coming!" Sasuke yelled, his bat still in hand. He raked his hands through his spiky hair and sighed. He started up the stairs and back into his bedroom where Karin was awaiting him on his bed in nothing but her panties and one of Sasuke's old shirts.
She tried to look terrified, "What was it, Sasuke-kun?"
Sasuke stared at her for a moment before replying, "Nothing. Turn the lights back off."
But during he and Karin's nightly 'studying' and after it, Sasuke knew it wasn't 'nothing' like he had said. Instead, while Karin lay in his arms against his chest, he thought of 'nothing' and how long it had been since he had seen that familiar bubblegum pink hair.
Madara watched from the oak tree in the yard as Sakura slipped back through the front door and back down to the basement. He had been watching her ever since she had left her house. So, little Koi had a hard time falling asleep as well. That just proves he was right in picking her; she has the exact same mind track as he, well maybe not exactly but close enough. The spectacle she had presented at his nephew's house was entertaining to say the least of it. Though Madara had to admit, he was fuming inside. Not only had his girl come back to her residence chanting his nephew's name like it was a sermon, but had also caught that strange look in Sasuke's eye as he gazed down the street where Koi went. It seemed his Love had affections for his great nephew, much to Madara's dismay. He had never held any personal grudges against Sasuke, but in this scenario he felt something akin to hate for the teenager. Emotions were indeed useless, but sometimes they spring upon the human psyche so fast that they cannot be helped. However, Madara would keep them at bay...just as long as Sasuke kept his hands off of his 'project.' Having seen enough, Madara leapt from his hiding spot in the old oak with grace and headed for his car parked behind one of the houses. He smirked knowingly to himself; tomorrow would be an interesting day indeed.
At 4 pm, Madara leaned against a corner in the mirrored room staring scrupulously at his watch. "It seems Koi is late."
Just as he spoke those very words, Sakura walked through the door with her dance bag in hand and a monotone look about her face. She was wearing the same outfit from yesterday, just washed and her hair was pulled into a tight bun. She dropped her bag at the door and stood in the middle of the room. Her eyes looked skittish in her attempts to avoid Madara's.
"I've made my decision."
Madara stood straight and put hands in pockets. "And?"
"I'll do it. I'll—I'll be your...your..."
The piper had finally led the children back in line again.
"The proper term is concubine, but I suppose Mistress will be adequate."
He walked to the middle of the room to meet her. He placed a hand at her shoulder in an attempt to assure her. "You've made the right decision, I knew you would."
Sakura averted her eyes down. "So what now?"
"Now you go to class."
Sakura looked at Madara to see if he was lying, which he took sordid amusement in. "I arranged for it last night after dinner. You can attend the regular classes you were previously enrolled in."
"Oh...thank you."
Madara nodded, "As for where we stand in our agreement, we shall discuss it later on tonight after you complete your classes. After your day is done, meet me at the back of the school; I'll be waiting there in the parking lot."
He gently picked up Sakura's hand and pressed his lips to the back of it. "Until then Koi, I bid you good day."
Madara walked smoothly out of the room and Sakura stared quietly after him. She sighed and picked up her bag at the door and left for class.
It was almost 8 pm before Sakura had finished all her classes for the day. She came down the elevator in silence and as she passed the receptionist' booth, she sent an evil glare to the woman sitting there. It was wasted because it wasn't the same woman that had reported her to Madara, but all the same she held contempt for the job. The receptionist at the desk looked taken back, but Sakura continued on her way to the rear of the school. After walking for a couple of minutes she walked through a glass door and was standing on the back steps of the school.
Under the bright streetlight, Sakura saw Madara's silver Benz gleaming and the outline of Madara's solitary figure leaning up against it. Swallowing back her fear, Sakura walked down the steps and made her way to the car.
As she neared him, noticed the faint smell of a Cuban cigar. Sakura adjusted the bag on her shoulder and stopped in front of him. Madara leaned nonchalantly against his car, finishing the last of his cigar. Noticing her arrival, he took one last drag and snubbed it out with his foot. "Right on time," he said coolly. Sakura showed no emotion.
"So...what now?"
Madara took out his keys from his pocket and unlocked his car.
"Now, we go home."
He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for her, Sakura following behind him. He held out his hand and Sakura handed him her bag which he placed in the backseat. Ignoring all the bells going off in her head, Sakura muttered a quiet 'thank you' and got in. To her annoyance, Madara leaned in and buckled her in her seat—like she couldn't do it herself. She obediently lifted her arms he instructed and he strapped her in.
"I can put my own seatbelt on."
"I'm quite aware of that; I'm doing this as a precaution to make sure we have no accidents."
He did not say it though Sakura knew he thought she was going to try and make a run for it while the car was in motion. Sakura rolled her eyes and watched Madara's form as he shut the door and came around to the driver's seat. He got in, locked the doors, and started the car.
"Aren't you going to put on your seatbelt? It's the law, you know."
Madara smirked. "Sakura, you seem to keep forgetting that I am Chief in Commander of the Police Dept. I don't have obide by as many laws as everyone else."
Sakura bowed her head in embarrassment for her question.
"No need to be embarrassed. You'll soon learn much about me that will be common knowledge," Madara reassured her.
His statement unknowingly made Sakura more mortified, but she squelched the feeling. However, there was still one question on her mind.
Madara put the Mercedes in gear and rode out of the parking lot. Sakura shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"You still haven't explained to me what we're doing."
Madara continued to drive and responded vaguely, "All in good time, Love."
Sakura questioned him no more and the two continued to drive for miles, getting on the highway and across to the other side of town. Sakura remembered the first night she met Mr. Madara Uchiha and how she had crossed this same highway, except now she was doing it willingly.
Sakura gazed out the window as the scenery around her changed dramatically. The houses had grown larger and more elaborate looking, there were tall office buildings, and the cars being driven were of expensive brands. Sakura felt so out of place in such a high class part of town. Sakura spotted the Uchiha Police Department as they sped by in the Mercedes; she wondered if any of the officers knew their chief was an obsessive, sarcastic delinquent
who used his position in society to blackmail young girls...probably not.
They drove on until they reached a side of town that was pitch black dark. Sakura could slowly feel the affects of sleep settling in and she laid her head against the window. Finally, the car stopped at a black iron wrought gate with a brick barrier surrounding the edges of what looked like to Sakura a cross between a condo and a small mansion. Madara typed in the password for the gate and they pulled in.
Sakura tried not to gawk at the residence but not having much success. It could possibly be the biggest, most grand house she had ever seen. On both sides of the driveway there was a lush green lawn with roses and flowers climbing up the perimeter of the brick barrier. The house itself had to have atleast have seen floors and a balcony from the looks of it. The house was made entirely out of varieties gray stone cemented together. The house was dark and wuiet except for the pair of lantern lights on either side on the garage.
The car pulled up to the garage door and Madara opened it. They pulled into the garage and Madara shut the garage door. Of course, the garage was spotless. Madara parked the car and turned it off. Sakura felt like she had been glued to her seat. Now that she had actually arrived at his house, she felt the anxiety set in. Why had she agreed to this again? It didn't matter, there was no running back now. It was all or nothing.
"Do you need my assistance?" Madara said with a Cheshire grin. He had noticed how she was hesitating to step out of the car. Sakura hurriedly replied, 'no' and unbuckled herself from fear that he would do it for her.
Madara strode to the door and unlocked it, pushing it wide open for dramatic effect. He stared into Sakura's large doey eyes. "Welcome to my home, Sakura-san."
Sakura took her time making her way to the door and stepped inside. The interior of the house was just as fancy as the outside; cherrywood furniture, crystal vases, portraits of previous noble Uchiha clansmen hanging on gilded frames seemed omnipresent throughout each room. Sakura voluntarily kept her hands by her sides from fear that she would break something expensive she couldn't replace.
Madara came in behind her, remembering to lock the door behind him. He watched as gazed at the parlor with awe. If she was this stunned to see the lower room, wait until she saw the bedrooms or the living room. Madara swelled with pride at his good taste; he had decorated the house himself from top to bottom with mild tips from Izuna. His younger sibling was out attending a charity event to raise money for the homeless and would not be back until Monday. That gave Madara two whole days with Sakura all to himself—life was so good to him.
Sakura continued to wander aimless from feature to magnificent feature of the parlor; one minute she was fingering the carpet, the next she was stroking the velvet curtains. Everything about the space just seemed to amaze her, and it was only one room.
Madara directed her with a grand tour of his abode, everything from the upstairs and downstairs bedrooms to the granite countertop layout of the kitchen. Sakura followed closely behind through the tour, not wanting to miss a single aspect.
After showing her all the rooms (he couldn't possibly show her all of the features in esch room because it would take at least three days), Madara directed Sakura to the living room. He told he to make her self comfortable on the couch and she did. The couch was made of soft, plush beige material with slight nap to it as she smoothed her hand over it.
Despite being an ass, Sakura had to admit Madara had very good taste in interior design. The house looked like it had been picked to a 'T' by none other than the Uchiha himself, Sakura could tell; everything from the chandeliers, woodwork, and even the doormat screamed elegance and perfection. Yes, it definitely had Madara's signature.
The living room had a 72" flat screen TV on the wall, two small oak table stands with crystal vases on either side of the room, a small ottoman in the corner, and two couches faced parallel to each other with a wooden and brass coffee table separating them. Sakura sat on one couch while Madara seated himself across from her on the other. Sakura continued to stroke the couch as if it were a house cat to Madara's enjoyment.
He hated to halt her fun, but there was business to attend to. He cleared his throat loudly and Sakura stopped her movements and quickly looked down.
"Enjoying the house I see?"
Sakura nodded slightly, "Yes, it's very beautiful."
Madara relaxed himself in his seat, "Good, because I guarantee you that you shall be spending much of your time in it."
Sakura blushed. She had really been trying to avoid that all day. "Are you finally going to tell me what specifically I need to do?"
Madara stretched out then crossed his legs. Sakura never before noticed how long they were until now. "Yes, but we must address one matter first before we proceed any further." He conducted himself as if he were back his office holding a meeting at Uchiha Corps.
Sakura tensed her shoulders, "Which is..."
"This," Madara said and pulled out from inside his jacket a folded document and a emerald and gold fountain pen and placed them on the table. "Sign it."
Sakura took the pen and document and unfolded the paper. Her eyes grew as keen as a panthers'. "What is this about?"
Madara look desperately bored by the subject, "Its a document written by my lawyer that just addresses issues like what you share to the public about our affairs, legal suits if you ever choose to rebel against me, and other tiresome things. It's really just for my image protection in whole and being clear that all that transpires between us two is confidential."
Sakura scoffed. She found it funny how a lawyer, a crusader of justice, could possibly still go through and type up something like this while knowing full well what Madara intended to use it for; that truly proved to Sakura that she could not trust anyone from protection. "How do I know I'm not signing some contract that says you legally own me or something?"
Madara stopped gazing at the fan overhead and looked at her. "What do I need a contract for when I know in mind, body, and spirit I already possess you?", he says smoothly.
Sakura narrowed her eyes at him and took the pen and signed the paper, all the while thinking of how she was signing her life away. She slapped the contract and pen back down on the table and crossed her arms.
Madara looked satisfied, ignoring her blatant disrespect, and put the contract back into his coat pocket. "Very good, now we may move on to a more interesting subject."
Madara uncrossed his legs and leaned towards her. "I can now lay out your duties and responsibilities in this relationship."
Though it was what had daunted all evening, Sakura felt a small sense of relief for addressing the topic with Madara; the anxiety of what being 'Mistress' entitled was killing her. She did not want to show it, but Sakura's face perked up a little at the topic.
"As a part our agreement, I shall fulfill my promise to pay your college tuition and be your sponsor—as long as you do not breach our contract or release any information to outside sources. It's as simple as this: everyday after your daily classes are over, you shall meet me behind the school in the parking lot as you did tonight. During that time I shall confiscate your phone or any other uses of communication you have. We shall then drive to my desired residence of choice and from 7pm to 12am you are my property; What I command, you do, no questions asked. If ever you shall deny to fulfill my request, then our contract shall be suspended and you will be incarcerated."
"You would throw me in jail?! Isn't that a little much for just saying 'no'?"
Madara replies, "If I'm spending money on an investment, 'no' isn't an answer I want to hear."
Sakura sighed, "When you say 'what ever I command' does that mean we'll be having...intercourse?" Sakura chocked back the bile in her throat.
Madara straightened his silver cuff links. "Yes, and whatever else I need from you."
"...but I'm seventeen."
"And?"
Sakura made a disreputable face at him, "You get everything you want don't you?"
"Yes," he says matter-of-factly.
And Sakura stared into those mischievous, cruel eyes and something in her snapped. What the hell was she doing here? She shouldn't be in here, not with this man who had tried to assault then showed up a week later and didn't even apologize or offer some half-ass explanation, which in this case she would have accepted, desparate for some reason behind
his insane actions. No, he didn't do any of these things. He was conniving, as conniving and dangerous as they come. But for that moment, she didn't care about going to college or throwing away her future for mere dignity; Tsunade would be ashamed of her if she continued this.
"No."
"Yes, I despise that answer, so learn well not repeat it again."
Sakura shook her head, "I mean No, I can't do this."
"Come again, I can't hear you," Madara said with narrowing eyes. There was no way she was—
Sakura jumped up from the couch, tears streaming down her face. "No, I'm not going through with this! I can't believe I even considered this, just because I wanted to go to college?! This is disgusting! You're disgusting!"
Madara's face was stone. "You just signed a contract—"
Sakura cut him off, "I don't care about your stupid contract or if I get locked up, you perv! Don't you ever show your face to me again or I will go to every major tabloid and tell them exactly what you're up to!"
Without warning, Sakura bolted for the door, leaping over the table abstracting her path. Sakura barely eked past the kitchen in her mad dash and was centimeters away from reaching the front door when she felt a heavy force knock her to the ground. Sakura heard an unpleasant crack sound in her ears as she hit the floor followed by intense pain in her left wrist. She screamed aloud and tried to sit up, but something had beaten her to the punch and was straddling her waist. The pressure driving in on her pelvic bone was enough to make her grit her teeth.
Madara sat atop of the pink hair girl, his hands holding her wrist to the floor like iron claws digging into her skin, but he did not care if he hurt her; all he knew was that what he wanted so badly could not possibly be his and in fact, it told him plainly 'no', a word he despised more than any other in the Japanese language.
How dare she deny him? How dare this small, meek child challenge his seniority on the situation after all his careful planning and preparations?! It was the equivalent to insulting a master chef by spitting his own cooking back in his face. Why suddenly was his offer not good enough?!
Sakura stared into Madara's face which looked like that akin to a rabid bulldog. His black eyes were wide with rage and deep within them there was furiousness and malice which made her want to jump out if her skin. She struggled uselessly, but Madara would not budge from her waist. The entire weight of his body was forcing down in her lower half causing excruciating pain to the poor girl.
"M-Madara please, you're hurting me—"
"I should hurt after the way you just tried me. What? You thought my patience would never run out with you, that I'd be so casual and forgiving after you've cursed me in my own house? Well, your luck with me has just run out." He grasped her wrist tighter.
Sakura shriek out in agony and she began to unwillingly cry. "Oh no, tears won't help you now. I gave you the offer of a lifetime and you reject it? Over foolish pride? And I thought you were intelligent, knowledgable. I'm not asking you anymore, I'm commanding you to heed to my will. You belong to me now, you are mine to do with whatsoever I desire and there isn't anything anyone can do about it because if they try, I will end them. You are mine to love if I please, make love to and even mutilate because I own you. Don't look at me with those dolly eyes, yes, I own your body until I say I'm done with you. You will learn to OBEY YOUR MASTER."
He ground his body into her pelvis again and Sakura had yelled until her voice was hoarse and her physique was on the verge of collapse. Her body was slowly suffering the torture that was Madara and would eventually given in to force and her bones would start to crack.
"Say you'll be mine, say I own you—SAY IT!"
"I-I I'll...yours...ow...please, Madara...I-I—"
Madara grew ballistic, "Say it, damn you!"
"I'll be yours...I'll be...I'm yours, but please..." Sakura never finished her sentence because mid sentence her eyes fluttered shut and she passed out, right there on Madara's floor as he still sat on her.
Irritated, Madara gave her a few tame slaps on the cheek as he called her name, but she gave no response. He lifted himself off of her, went into the kitchen and ran some water in a bowl and splashed a small amount on her face. Still no response.
The Uchiha set the bowl aside and lifted the girl bridal-style into his arms and departed up the woooden long staircase, careful to watch her head and made sure she hit it on no objects. He reached the top of the stairs and walked to the end of the hall where his room was. Madara slightly pushed open the door, Sakura still tucked safely in his arms and laid her gently on his king-sized bed. He lifted the sheets from underneath her and wrapped them around her shoulders so she would be warm. Madara walked to the other side of his room and sat in the wine velvet chair which was sitting lonesome in a corner by the bookshelf.
She slept with unnerving calm and her small snores relaxed and inticed him at the same time. The origin of which her rest came from was anything but tranquil, yet there on his bed she seemed no more vulgar than an angel. The blinds were pulled yet the moonlight from the shutters created scattered patterns on her face that made Madara only wish to stroke it all night; this was the Sakura he knew, the beautiful, heavenly creature he had seen on the first day he met her. Though it pushed all the wrong buttons on him, Madara in no shape or form wished for her to smolder her rebellious nature; that made for a more interesting adventure—it was how she blatantly went against his demands that anger him. He knew his logic made not one iota of sense, but accepted it as reasonable nonetheless especially if he could have Sakura in exchange for insanity. He did not want to force himself onto the girl as he did, but he saw no other recourse. She had refused his offer after signing an agreement which was a slap in the face in itself and then tried to leave him, like at any time she could get up and go. Of course he had to instill some fear into her heart and if it took some pain to get there, so be it. He had gotten what he wanted after all—he always did.
Carry on, Carry on, as if nothing really matters
