Sakura sat nervously next to Izuna as the room held a lingering tension in the air. She risked a glance at Tobirama Senju, who was scowling and glaring intensely in her direction.

"Madara, you have no idea how utterly relieved I was when you sent that letter. I do believe it is time for this war to end," Hashirama began.

Madara nodded curtly. He was still holding a grudge at the other Senju for almost killing his last brother. He clenched his jaw, holding on as much as he can to his self-control. It would be dishonorable to start attacking them when they were invited over to their headquarters.

"Yes Hashi. After witnessing my brother at death's door," he paused and narrowed his eyes at the albino Senju. "I realized I don't even remember the reason for the fighting anymore. Too many lives have been lost, I just want our children to actually grow up and make it to adulthood," he finished. Hashirama's eyes softened at the confession.

"Yes, I agree. It has always been my dream," Hashirama replied.

"Of course, I remember, you never shut up about it when we were younger," Madara commented, smirking. Hashirama's face lit up and he let out a boisterous laugh, instantly dissipating the tension in the air. The change was instantaneous, and Sakura let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"How did you survive that wound? It was meant to be fatal," Tobirama cut in. And the tension was back. Madara let out a killing intent for half a second before it disappeared. Sakura was impressed at the self-control he has. Hashirama just sighed, rubbing his face defeatedly. "Tobi…" he groaned.

Izuna's jaw tensed, his fists clenched under the table. He took a deep breath and smirked before answering. "Guess you'll have to work on your aim, Senju," he goaded. Tobirama's only reaction was the slight twitch to his eyebrows. The tension was getting thicker and Sakura was afraid that it would go downhill from there if nothing was done, fast.

"I healed him," she spoke up. All eyes turned towards her, but she was only looking at Tobirama.

Hashirama spoke up, with slight curiosity and admiration in his tone. "You healed him? That's amazing! You must be an exceptional healer to have healed such a wound. I admit I was also surprised to see Izuna up and about. Even with my skills, I doubt I would've been able to heal him to the point he's like new, as he is now," Hashirama said.

Sakura never once took her eyes off Tobirama, who seemed to be challenging her with a look.

"You healed that wound?" he finally asked her. Everyone was tense and quiet as they silently watched the glaring contest from the two.

"Yes I did, Senju-sama. I am a healer in nature, and it is against my conscience to let someone die when I'm around," she answered, keeping her tone neutral.

"How?" he broke the silence.

"With my chakra, Senju-sama," she replied. She saw in her peripheral Hashirama's eyes widening.

"Show me," Tobirama commanded. Sakura's eyebrows twitched at his tone. She gritted her teeth as she debated whether or not to throw caution to the wind and punch him for talking down on her. Her nostrils flared as she exhaled, forcing a smile on her face. She grabbed the quill that was on the table and slashed her arm deep enough that a steady flow of blood dripped onto the table. Everyone tensed, hands resting on their weapons, ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

"Of course, Senju-sama," she answered as her palm glowed green and hovered over her wound. They watched as her skin began to mend and close in just a few minutes, leaving behind only dried blood. She wiped it off to show him the unblemished skin underneath.

"Amazing!" Hashirama exclaimed. "You have excellent chakra control," he praised.

"What's your surname," Tobirama asked after a few heartbeats of silence.

"Haruno. My name is Sakura Haruno," she nodded slightly. At his confused look, she added "I am from a civilian family. I hail from no clan. I trained and got stronger and met my Master who taught me the arts of healing," she answered before he could ask.

"Hmm," was all he said. He finally stopped scowling and his shoulders relaxed every so slightly, which was not lost on everyone in the room. Sakura breathes a sigh of relief, hiding her arms under the table.

"Well now that we got that all settled, let's talk peace," Hashirama declared.

Sakura helped with the planning of the village, spent time with both the Senju brothers and Uchiha brothers, sometimes individually, oftentimes together, as they discuss the plans for the future. At first she was intimidated being in their presence. They were considered the best from their respective clans, over all, even so much as being labeled God of shinobi. But the more she spent time with them, the more she saw them as normal people that had to grow up too soon and fight in a war at such a young age. Even with the second Hokage, who she didn't get along with at the beginning, was starting to warm up to her and even asking her for her ideas on village matters.

3 weeks after the first initial peace treaty meeting, Sakura was able to bring together both clans with her kindness and compassion for the sick and injured. In those three weeks, Sakura had healed the wounded and had won over the hearts of many from both clans. However, that wasn't always the case. It was tough in the beginning, to say the least, as there was a lot of mistrust and doubt of her skills from both parties. One particular day, she has had enough with the comments and how both Senju and Uchiha party seemed to question her ability. She punched the table in front of her, breaking it cleanly in half. Everyone around stood with wide eyes, their mouths hanging open.

Sakura sat on top of where the Hokage mountain would be, looking out towards the village being built. She felt that familiar pang of longing and loneliness in her chest. She thought back to where she was about a month ago.

"Sakura," she nodded to show that she was listening. Kakashi made his way towards her and stopped next to her, reading the names on the memorial stone.

"I still can't believe they're gone," she said softly. Kakashi stayed quiet.

"You came to see me?" she asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

"There's something you should know," he started. Sakura's brows furrowed but continued to look forward.

"Sasuke, he gave me the authority to pass everything under the Uchiha name to you," he said.

Sakura whipped her head to look at Kakashi.

"What?!" When?" she screeched. "And why me?" her voice broke a little at this.

"I'm not sure why, and when we were fighting Madara. He told me that if he doesn't make it, he wants everything to be entrusted to you," Kakashi placed the flower he was holding down on the memorial stones that read:

Naruto Uzumaki , Sasuke Uchiha

Sakura kept quiet, the only sound to be heard was her ragged breathing. Kakashi held up a scroll for her to take. She blinked a few times and looked up at him questioningly. He tilted his head, clearly letting her know to take it. She looked back down to the scroll and saw the Uchiwa fan symbol on it. With shaky hands, she took it from him before Kakashi disappeared.

Later that night, Sakura opened up the scroll to read its contents. Turns out she was left with a hefty amount of money. It was supposed to be for Sasuke when he returned to the village. A wave of sadness overtook her at the thought of her dead teammate. She placed the scroll down as her tears began to flow, some of it dripping down onto the scroll. She cursed herself and tried to dry it off but noticed that one of the edges began to fray off. Carefully, she peeled it off and found a secret note hidden within the scroll.

That was how she found herself deep in the Uchiha compound at the dead of night, searching for the entrance to a cave. After finding the concealed entrance, she made her way down, mindful of her steps as it was pitch black the further in she went. She lit the torches on the wall and took one as she continued down until she reached the end.

She found a locked treasure box on a pedestal. Looking at the box, she cursed as she noticed there was no way she would be able to open it as the mechanism of the lock looked like it was meant for sharingan users. She was about to turn back when suddenly she heard the box creaking open. Her eyes widened and slowly turned back around. Skeptically, she made her way to the box, placing her hand on it to open it completely. She accidentally nicks her finger drawing blood, some of it dripping into the box. A gust of wind suddenly blew towards her, blowing off the fire from the torches, and all Sakura remembers hearing last was a calm voice saying, "You're finally here, I've been waiting for you,"

"-kura? Sakura!" she was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of Izuna's worried call. He was kneeling in front of her with a worried expression on his face.

She blinked a few times before she remembered where she was. "Are you…do you want to talk about it?" he asked. Izuna has seen that type of look more times than he can count. He can't blame her, war was not pretty and he still has no idea about her past, but judging from that faraway look in her eyes, she must've gone through something traumatic.

She shook her head and smiled at him weakly. He nodded and sat next to her. They sat like that for a bit, just watching the village being built below.

"I'm sorry Izuna, you were looking for me? Am I needed for something?" she finally asked. Izuna shook his head. "Not important, just wanted to make sure you were okay. I heard about what happened," he smirked at her. She inwardly cringed, biting her lower lip in the process. Izuna couldn't help but notice the innocent gesture and found himself wondering how soft her lips looked and if it would feel just as soft against his own. He startled at the thought, causing Sakura to jump a little at the sudden movement.

"I'm sorry for losing my temper, it's just that," she began, mistaking his sudden tension to anger towards her. "There's nothing I hate more than people underestimating me and my skills, especially because of my gender or my civilian status. I worked hard to get to where I am today and it grates my nerves to have it questioned without even giving me a chance to showcase them," she finished in a rush.

Izuna chuckled, making Sakura confused and slightly irritated. "I'm sorry Sakura, I'm not laughing at you. I totally understand, and there's nothing to apologize for," he said.

"Then why," she began but he held up his hands.

"I heard you broke the table cleanly in half," he said. She nodded but her brows were still furrowed in confusion.

"Sakura, that table was especially made from Hashirama's mokuton, and from experience, I know it's not easily broken, especially with just your fist," he explained.

"Oh, right," she said, turning away from him.

"Spar with me," he suddenly asks. Sakura's eyes widened and turned back to facing him.

"Me? You want to spar with me?" she asked incredulously.

"I have to say I'm very curious. I'm not the only one who heard about the incident and I'm sure they're also dying to see what else you can do," he explained. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to go easy on you," he added with a wink, knowing Sakura would take the bait, which she did.

"Oh Izuna-kun," his heart skipped a beat at the name, "you're on".

Hashirama, Tobirama and Madara watched the two shinobis spar from the sidelines. Hashirama was openly impressed, his face lit up in wonder and amazement. Tobirama and Madara, stood on either side of Hashirama with their arms crossed, hiding their shock a lot better than the older Senju. At one point, Sakura punched the ground with her chakra-laden fists, creating a giant crater, the two stoic spectators paled, their eyes widening in shock. Hashirama openly gawked, his mouth hanging open in an "o" shape.

"So much power in such a tiny body," he whispered to himself, while the two beside him nodded in agreement.

"Hmph," was all Tobirama said.

"Interesting," says Madara, now with a smirk on his face and a small gleam in his eyes.

Hashirama peeked sideways at his friend with an arched eyebrow. This was the first time he's seen the glimmer of excitement in Madaras eyes since they were kids. He turned back to watch the fight and he couldn't help but clench his fists to help himself calm down. Without realizing, his breathing had become more ragged and his heart rate has picked up its pace. Sakura was indeed a beautiful girl, with her cherry-blossom hair and her emerald green eyes, it was a deadly, exotic combination. Add to the fact that she was compassionate, kind and an exceptional healer, Hashirama thought she couldn't get any better. But watching her around the field, her face determined to prove that she should not be underestimated, and the fact that she could pack a punch, Hashirama felt that tingling sensation that he hasn't felt in a long time down in his private region. He could tell that he was not the only one unaffected by the pink-haired kunoichi. The small groan he heard escape his little brother's lips proved that he was also feeling something for her. He saw Sakura start to slow down in her movements and knew that it would be over soon, which he was grateful for as he didn't think he would be able to handle watching her fight for much longer without having to excuse himself and making it obvious to his brother and friend what he would be up to. They were all men after all, men that grew up in war and death and he knew that men like them appreciate a woman with strength and beauty, and Sakura was both.

"Hmmm," he heard Madara hum in appreciation. They watched as Izuna pinned Sakura down, both legs on either side of Sakura's hips, his left hand holding on to her right wrist above her head. Izuna had a kunai pointing dangerously close towards Sakura's jugular while at the same time, Sakura's free hand also held a kunai towards Izunas abdomen.

Sakura stared intensely at Izuna's sharingan eyes for a few seconds, her breathing heavy as she tried to catch her breath, which was a bit difficult when Izuna was sitting on top of her. She tried to wiggle free but found that she was indeed pinned and trapped and she groaned in defeat.

"Alright Uchiha, yield" she said at last, dropping the hand that held the kunai to the side and relaxing a bit. She expected him to move off of her after yielding but was surprised to feel him not budging. She stared at him again, this time with a confused expression. He slowly moved the kunai away from her neck, but still kept his weight on top of her. His eyes returned back to normal, however she noticed they were now a shade darker than before and slightly dilated. She wanted to blame it on the adrenaline rush from the spar, but her body decided to respond right then and there when she felt his grip tighten on her wrist and his thighs clench a little around her hips. She couldn't find it in her to tell him to get off of her.

She bit her lips and she saw his eyes follow the movement. Her eyes widened when suddenly Izuna groaned and got off of her in a flash. He raked his hands through his hair and blew out a ragged exhale.

Sakura was frozen in place. Did she just feel what she thought she felt? She was a medic nin and so she knows more about human anatomy than a normal person, so when she felt his member hardening on her abdomen when she bit her lips, she could've sworn she almost moaned before Izuna practically jumped off of her. She blinked when she saw he had extended his arm towards her and she took it, helping her to her feet.

"Sakura! That was amazing!," she heard Hashirama say as they made their way towards them. Sakura stayed quiet, watching Izuna's expression.

Sakura turned towards the newcomers, blushing slightly at the intense looks the three men were giving her. She wasn't a naive, little girl anymore, she was a full grown woman. And she knows when a man is aroused just by the heat in their eyes, and she was surrounded by four aroused males looking at her like she was dessert. She cleared her throat, wanting to find an excuse to get away from them.

"T-thanks," she replied quietly, avoiding their eyes. "I think it's time for me to get back," she then said abruptly, already walking backwards, ready to run off. Hashirama then grabbed a hold of her wrist just as she was about to turn around.

She stared at him with wide eyes while the other three men did the same. He then turned her wrist so that her palms were facing upwards and let go slightly, showing the forming bruise from the grip Izuna had on her wrist. Sakura looked down at her wrist and back up at Hashirama as he healed her bruise.

"T-thank you," she said softly. She pulled her hands back and he let go. Sakura fidgeted for a moment before turning and finally leaving.

The four of them stood in silence for a few seconds, watching her retreating form in the distance.

"Well, shit," cursed Madara, as the rest absently nodded in agreement.

It's been another 2 weeks since the sparring incident with Izuna. Sakura tried her hardest to avoid being alone with the four of them, or any of them in fact. She felt something shift between them, an almost suffocating tension whenever she found herself alone with any of them or with all four of them. She blamed it on her hormones, and how it's been nearly 3 months since she last got laid, that she was reacting to them. She noticed the changes in them as well, the way Hashirama would soften his eyes when she talks to him about medical stuff, or how Tobirama would stare at her like she's a new jutsu he would like to uncover, or how Izuna would always find a way to fluster her with compliments. Madara was the least obvious of all, but she knew enough about Uchiha antics that the lingering touches and intense eye contact he would give her would tell her enough about his intentions with her.

Sakura sighed when her head snapped up to see Madara barging in, his eyes zeroing in on her. "Sakura, you are needed at the compound. It is urgent," he said and walked out, not stopping to see if she would follow. She quickly followed him, making it to the compound in record time. Inside, she saw a young boy who was deathly pale with a huge gash on his torso.

"What happened?" she asked as she immediately put her hair up in a bun and knelt beside the boy, analyzing the situation.

"Him and a few other kids were so-called "training" and one of them was able to grab a hold of a katana," Madara said in a clipped tone. Said kid was off to the side hiding behind a lady who was crying silently.

"I-i-m..S-s–s-oo-rr-ry," he tried to say in between sobs. Sakura looked up at him with soft eyes. "Don't worry hun, I'll get him fixed in no time," she said as her hands started glowing green. It was a deep gash and she was glad made it there on time. Soon the boy's features relaxed and some color returned on his skin. She sat back on her heels once she was done, wiping the sweat off her brows.

"The worst of the injuries are healed, but he lost too much blood. I would need to admit him to the hospital and give him a transfusion," she told Madara. He nodded, his body finally relaxing. The little boy walked towards his friend and looked at her with teary eyes.

"He'll be okay?" he asked softly. She smiled and nodded. She then felt Madara behind her and the boy tensed.

"Hayato, let this be a lesson learned. You are lucky that we have Dr. Haruno around, otherwise you know what would've happened," he said sternly. The boy looked down, shame rolling off of him in waves.

"Yy-y-es, Uchiha-s-sama," he said quietly. Sakura's eyes then widened, her mouth open when she saw Madara kneel down to pat the boy's head, ruffling his hair in the process. He turned his head towards her, one eyebrow raised. Sakura blushed at being caught staring with what she knew was a dumbfounded look. She blushed even harder when he smirked at her, her traitorous heart skipping a beat.

"It appears I owe you another debt, Sakura," he said. "Thank you," he said again after a pause, the teasing smirk gone, replaced by sincerity on his face. Sakura didn't trust her voice at that moment so she nodded instead. Just then, the most embarrassing thing happened. Sakura's stomach growled. Now Sakura was blushing for a completely different reason.

Madara chuckled. "Chisako, I trust you can take it from here. Please bring him to the hospital for that blood transfusion," he ordered the lady, who was already bowing and making moves to follow his orders.

Sakura stood and made a move to help but Madara's hand on her shoulders froze her in place.

"Come with me," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Sakura followed silently, having an internal battle with herself. Sakura should be mad at his tone and the way he assumes he can just command her to do things and expecting her to do it. Instead, she realized she actually found it very attractive, and the deep rumble of his voice got her all hot and bothered. She stopped walking after the realization. He turned around to look at her.

"Anything the matter, Sakura?" he asked,.

She shook herself out of her thoughts and unconsciously bit her lip as she looked into Madara's questioning eyes. She noticed that his gaze moved to her lips for a fraction of a second when she did and it got her feeling all hot again. Guess Uchiha's like lip biting? she thought to herself, saving that piece of information for later.

"I really should make sure the boy gets proper care," she began about to turn to leave, when Madara suddenly placed his hand on the wall behind her next to her head. She backed up from the sudden movement, not realizing that there was a wall behind her. Her heart began to pound, the proximity of his presence clouding her brain. Madara inched closer towards her, leaving only a small space in between their bodies. He bent down so that his eyes were at her level and smirked.

"It would be very rude of me to not offer you sustenance after what you did for my clansmen. And judging from your stomach earlier, it's safe to assume that you haven't eaten anything since this morning, if you ate at all, correct?" he drawled, smiling at her as she blushed. He admits that he was enjoying the way she reacted to him. She was so receptive, and he started to wonder at the other ways he could get reactions out of her. He was unaware that he was inching closer to her now, their nose slightly brushing. He was surprised that she wasn't pushing him away. Instead, he kept his gaze into her emerald eyes as she looked at him through her pretty pink lashes, slowly inching forward. The pace was slow, giving her time to stop him if she wanted to, and he wanted to see how far he could take it before she caved. Yet, the pink haired medic made no attempt to stop him. Madara's pulse quickened and he felt a sudden rush of excitement at the thought that she wanted him to kiss her. When their lips were only a breath away from touching, her stomach decided to growl loudly, yet again, breaking the spell. She pushed, more like shoved, Madara backwards, as she caught her breath.

Madara groaned both at the interruption and at the force of her shove. He dusted himself off and stood straighter, once again commanding her to follow him as he turned and walked off. Sakura took a deep breath to try to calm her beating heart and followed. What the hell was that?! She thought to herself.