Sakura slowly came to her senses, the sensation of being prodded by something pointy on her side. She groans, trying to swat whatever it was that's poking her, but yelped in surprise when she found herself getting nicked. Sakura stared wide-eyed at a dozen or so men in armor surrounding her and pointing spears and arrows in her direction.

"State your name, clan and business" shouts the guard that's standing right in front of her. Sakura blinks, trying to get her bearings. Then she remembers the 4th Great Ninja War, fighting Madara and meeting a goddess. Shit, did she really send me back in time?! Sakura felt the beginnings of a panic attack, her breath starting to come out in smaller pants.

"I won't repeat myself, state your name, clan and business. I give you 5 seconds before I deem you a threat and end your life," says the same man, the head of his spear too close for comfort on her jugular.

"S-sakura. Sakura Haruno. No clan, and I.." she hesitates, thinking quickly for an answer that won't get her killed. "I'm a healer," she says. The man just stares at her for a moment, then motions to the man next to him, inclining with his head, before the man nods and runs off.

Sakura stares quietly at the man in front of her, not breaking eye contact. It was about 10 minutes later she felt a familiar chakra making its way towards her. The crowd parts, and Sakura's breath catches in her throat at the sight of a younger Madara, making his way towards her. She could feel his chakra in turmoil, a mixture of anxious energy and anger, and she could feel herself almost choking on it.

"You say you're a healer?" he said, his voice deadly calm. She gulped, knowing that one wrong answer and he could end her life then and there. She knew that words won't get her anywhere, so she pushed herself towards the spear that was still pointed at her, slightly changing the angle so that it went right between her shoulder and her collarbones, wincing at the intrusion. They stared at her wide eyed, their stance tense and tightening their holds on their weapons. She pulled back, her right hand already glowing green and healing the wound. Sakura stared into Madara's eyes as she did this, not cowering at the slightest. This Madara has yet to be corrupted and become the evil Madara she fought in the war. This Madara in front of her is suffering, she could feel it in his unstable chakra.

"I am a healer," she said again, her hands falling away from her injury. They gasped as they saw that the hole on her shoulders had closed. She waited with bated breath.

"Know that one wrong move means your death," he stated. "Bring her," he commanded the guards. She gasped as she was unceremoniously dragged up and pushed to start walking a few feet behind Madara. She looked down at herself and was surprised to see that she was wearing a yukata. Did the goddess do this? she wondered.

As she entered the clans district, everyone's eyes were narrowed on her, their clear distrust rolling off them in waves. She rolled her shoulders back and walked with her head held high, knowing that showing weakness would do her no good. She was brought towards what she believed to be the clinic.

"Madara-sama!" a panicked elderly rushed out towards their group, stopping them in their tracks.

"You must come, hurry. Young master isn't doing so well," he said in a hurried tone. Madara tensed and turned around, his eyes narrowing on her.

"It seems your fate has been sealed," he growled, roughly grabbing her by the arms and dragging her towards the room the elder medic came from. Sakura struggled to keep up, Madara's steps big and hurried, and once inside, she was pushed not-so-gently towards an unconscious man lying in the middle of the room.

Sakura turned around to glare at the Uchiha for a second before turning back towards her patient. She paused for a moment as the man laying down looked a little too close to Sasuke. She made her way to his side and brought the blanket covering him out of the way and opened up his yukata. There was a nasty gash on his side, just under his ribs. It looked like it had caught an infection. She instantly went into healing mode, immediately barking out orders to the medics that had crowded near her the second her hands started glowing green. They looked towards Madara, and he nodded, giving them permission to follow her orders.

It took her 3 hours to begin repairing the damage, weaving the muscles and organs back together, purging every trace of infection from the body while closing every gap until only a tiny, barely visible scar remained where before there had been a fatal wound. Three, painstakingly long hours that took up almost all of her reserves. She sighed and sat back on her heels, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She looked towards Madara and nodded, answering his silent question. She leaned forward, her hands glowing green and placing it on both sides of Izuna's face, calmly rousing him from his slumber. He blinked a few times, his unfocused gaze on her face.

"A-are you…an..angel?" he asked softly. This caused the pink haired kunoichi to blush slightly.

"I-izuna-sama, h-how are you feeling?" she mentally cursed herself for stuttering. It must be because of how closely he resembles Sasuke that has her doing that, she thought.

He smiled softly, his eyes closing once more. "If I had known angels like you exist, I would have welcomed death long ago," he sighed.

"Izuna! Good gods, get yourself together," growled Madara, his eyebrows twitching. Izuna's eyes snapped open and abruptly turned his head towards Madara. They widened, his mouth gaping like a fish.

"M-m-Madara! Brother!" his head turned side to side, his gaze landing both on his brother and Sakura, a blush forming on his face.

"Well, that's a good sign," Sakura sighed, chuckling slightly at the younger Uchiha. She made a move to get up but was hit with sudden vertigo and fell to the side, one hand holding her head and the other on the floor, keeping her up. Izuna made a move to get up as if to catch her but sucked in a sharp breath. Madara, who also instinctively moved, stopped and glared at Izuna instead.

"I-i'm ok..just a little..chakra..exhaus-" before she could finish her sentence, she collapsed.

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Madara stared at the unconscious medic, nodding to the servants. "Take her to the guest bedroom and make sure she's comfortable," he commanded. They bowed and did what they were told.

"Madara," he turned towards his little brother's voice, his shoulders relaxing and letting out a sigh. He sat back down and ran his fingers through his long hair. Izuna sat up, albeit slowly, and checked his chest towards where the wound was supposed to be, staring wide eyed when he only found a tiny scar on his skin.

"Where did you find such a skilled medic? Who is she brother? Is she a Senju?" he asked Madara, who was watching him the whole time. He looked towards the sliding doors and sighed. "The scouting team ran into her a few miles away from where they were stationed. They contacted me right away when she claimed she was a healer. She states her clan name is Haruno." he said.

"Haruno? I've never heard of such a clan before. But for her to have such amazing healing capabilities, that makes her a valuable ally," Izuna commented.

Madara took a deep breath. He realized he hasn't slept for the last 24 hours worrying whether Izuna was going to make it through the night. Of course he agrees with him. He watched her heal his little brother for hours, making sure she didn't do anything that would warrant her death. How desperate he had felt to the point he had agreed to let a stranger, a woman with pink hair nonetheless, heal his brother the second she had claimed herself a healer. But she had looked directly into his eyes, a foolish move to make against an Uchiha, and had proven herself in that moment. He could feel her fear, but she kept her head up, her green eyes shining with determination to prove herself. Thinking back on it now, he was slightly impressed, he's never met any woman that would stand their ground against him, other than his childhood friend, Kagura. She had hesitated when she saw Izuna and thought for a second that his only hope was nothing but a bluff, but then she had collected herself and started barking out orders. She moved fluidly, making him believe that she had done this multiple times. His eyes roamed her figure after a while, watching her brow furrow in concentration as she saves Izunas life. Her glowing green hands magnified the color of her eyes, and he couldn't help but notice her to be somewhat beautiful.

"Madara?" asked Izuna, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Izuna, I almost lost you," Madara croaked, the emotional exhaustion from the last 48 hours finally taking its toll on him. "I think it's time for me to accept Hashiramas offer for a peace treaty," he declared. Izuna's eyes widened. They stayed quiet for a few minutes, both looking at each other.

Izuna sighed and ran his hands through his long locks. He saw how exhausted his brother looked and he can't help but feel guilty for being the reason for it. He can't imagine what would've happened to his brother's mental state if he hadn't been healed. "I think you're right Madara. I don't like it, but I believe a peace treaty is what we need, what our clan needs," he said.

Madara nodded. "I'll go ahead and send the message over to Hashirama."

Sakura woke up to the sound of movement near her.

"Oh! You're awake!" said a voice that she vaguely recognized. She turned her head towards where the voice came from and saw Sasuke making his way over to her. Iie , that's not Sasuke, she mentally corrected.

"I'd like to properly thank you for saving my life, Miss..?"

"Sakura. Sakura Haruno," she replied.

"What a fitting name," he said. The Uchiha smiled and Sakura just stared at him in awe. So this is how Sasuke would've looked like smiling, she thought to herself.

"How are you feeling Izuna-sama? If you don't mind, I'd like to take another look to make sure I didn't miss anything," she began as she made her way to stand but was stopped by Izuna's hand on her shoulders.

"Please, Sakura-san, you collapsed from chakra exhaustion. Clearly you did a fine job healing me, otherwise I wouldn't be here, so it's safe to assume that I can wait until you're better for that check-up." she blushed a little, inwardly cursing herself for the automatic reaction of her body. What is it with her and Uchiha men.

"Izuna,"

They both look up to see Madara standing by the door, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

"You're awake," he stated, looking at Sakura. She nods, keeping silent. She averted her eyes to look down, still feeling unnerved by Madara. She could still feel the blade pierce through her during their fight in the 4th war, and the way he maniacally laughed as he slaughtered half of the shinobi forces. This is not the same Madara, she reminded herself. She is here to make sure he doesn't become that monster. Madara and Izuna noticed her aversion but said nothing. Madara sighed.

"Healer, I," he began but paused. He was not used to apologizing, but watching her be so guarded around him made him feel a little annoyed. Why do I care? he thought, but the nagging feeling of her wanting to not be afraid of him won out and he cleared his throat. She saved Izuna, and he owes her so it makes sense that her wariness around him left a bad taste in his mouth, is what he told himself.

"Sakura Haruno," she said softly.

"Haruno, I do apologize for the way I mistreated you during our first meeting. As you can imagine, I was…distressed. Please forgive me. The Uchiha clan is forever indebted to you for your actions," he bowed slightly. Izuna stared wide-eyed at his brother as he's never seen him apologize nor bow to anyone. Izuna then stood and followed Madara's lead, bowing at the waist.

Sakura brought her hands up in front of her and shook it almost violently. To have two clan leaders bow to her in this time period was a big deal, and she felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Please, this is not necessary, I was merely doing my job," she squeaked.

Izuna raised his head and smirked at her slightly flushed expression. "Speaking of, Sakura-san. Where did you learn to heal so efficiently like that? Do you have any affiliation with the Senju?" he asked.

Sakura was at a loss for words. How much should she say? She wasn't affiliated with the Senju but she did learn from the Senju. She bit her lips, lost in her thoughts, not noticing the way the brothers zeroed in on the small movement.

"I was taught by my Master. She was a traveling healer and, well, when I saw what she could do, I asked her to teach me so I wouldn't be useless," she answered as much of the truth as she could.

"Hmm, I've never seen anyone heal with their chakra so well other than Hashirama. I always thought that was a Senju trait, I guess I was wrong," Izuna said.

Madara cleared his throat. "Speaking of the Senju. Izuna, we must prepare, we are expecting guests" he said. Sakura's head instantly snapped up, her eyes meeting Madara's for the first time since she woke up. His lips twitched into a small smirk.

"Is there something you'd like to say, Haruno?" he asked, meeting her stare.

"N-no, Uchiha-sama, I was just..surprised to hear that you would invite the Senju over, that is all," she said nervously.

"Please, Madara is fine," he said.

"Hai, M-madara-sama" she replied. Madara sighed. He can't put his finger on it, but he doesn't like the way she's agitated towards him, and yet she's relaxed around Izuna. He'll dwell on it later, but right now there's peace to be made.