Madara was walking the streets of Konoha when a bob of pink hair caught his immediate attention. He smiled, his blood already thrumming as he made his way over to her. He's been itching to spar with the pinkette ever since he watched her fight his brother. There have been nights when he's woken up with a hard-on from dreaming about her in the field, her lithe body weaving and punching craters on the ground.

"Sakura"

She turned around and greeted him with a smile. He froze for a moment as he felt his heart skip a beat.

"Madara?" she asked when he was quiet a second too long. He cleared his throat.

"Dance with me, Sa-ku-ra ," he said in that silky baritone voice of his. Sakura blinked a few times, not registering what he said.

"D-dance? What are you talk- wait, you want to spar with me?" she asked, looking up at him through her lashes, a look of surprise on her face. He traced the back of his knuckles down her cheeks, making her involuntarily shiver. His smirk grew wider at the reaction and she scowled.

"Yes"

Sakura stood staring at him, her mouth open like a gaping fish but got a hold of herself. She didn't trust her voice so she nodded instead and followed him to the training grounds.

Madara was watching her stretch from across the field, the yukata leaving nothing to the imagination of her womanly curves. The anticipation from this spar along with her unintentional form of a tease, has already made him hard and aching. She looked at him with narrowed eyes and tilted her head.

"You seem too relaxed," she said, and he smirked at the little pout she made.

He shrugged, causing the pinkette to scoff.

"I doubt I'll even have to use my sharingan," he goaded, smiling at her. Sakura gritted her teeth and got into a fighting stance. "You're going to eat your words, Uchiha," she growled. He smiled bigger, his adrenaline spiking and his blood pumping. "Let this dance begin," he drawled as they both attacked.

She's fierce and ruthless in her attacks, and rightly so after goading her. "Shannaro!" she yelled as she twisted her body to do a round-house kick aimed at his face, which he blocked by grabbing onto her ankles, her heels only inches from touching his face. From that angle, he nearly came undone at the sight before him; her muscled legs under the yukata, accentuated by the fact she's stuck in a kick position. She scoffed and twisted her body again to kick with her other leg. He released her before she could land a hit.

At one point, Sakura managed to land a particularly hard punch to his chest, causing him to groan in pain. His erection twitched. He was really enjoying this dance with the pinkette.

Sakura was a dance partner that he's never fought before. She's powerful in her punches and intensely destructive, yet at the same time she was graceful in her movements and very precise. He could see her calculating the next move in her green eyes. He could see that she was also enjoying their spar in the way her eyes shone when they collided.

The spar ended with Madara pinning Sakura against a tree, his forearms against her upper back while his other hand held on to both of her wrists. Sakura tried to wiggle out of his grasp, causing Madara to groan and tighten his grip on her. Sakura looked over her shoulder and gasped as she met his red-eyes.

"Your sharingan is on," she said breathlessly, her fight leaving her.

"Yes, it appears so," he replied with a smirk. She smiled triumphantly at him. "Then I concede, Uchiha. The goal here was for me to get you to use your sharingan, you can let me go now," she said, chuckling.

Except, he didn't let her go but moved forward instead, making sure to press her body against the tree with his own. She gasped as she must've felt his erection on her behind. Leaning down so that he could whisper in her ear, he said "I rather enjoyed our dance, Sa-ku-ra. It was a pleasure," he drawled.

Madara felt her shiver as his hot breath fanned against the back of her neck. Oh, so she's sensitive there , he thought as he placed a soft kiss to her neck. He hissed as she instantly reacted, her back arched ever so slightly, rubbing her behind against him and she let out a small whimper. "M-madara," she tried to say in an annoyed tone, but it came out in a breathy whisper instead. Before he could do anything further, he felt a shooting pain against his ribs as he tried to breathe, causing him to let go and drop on his knees.

"Madara!" she screamed, already starting to heal him.

"Damn, woman, you broke my ribs," he said with a smile.

"And I can't believe you were able to keep going after I did," she said with a shake of her head.

His hands grabbed the back of her neck and before she knew what was happening, their lips collided. Sakura's eyes widened and she tried to push him away but he held on to her wrists with his other hand as he tilted his head to kiss her even harder. After a tense few seconds, Sakura gave in to the kiss and wrapped her hands to the back of her neck. She opened her mouth and licked his lips. Madara groaned, not expecting her to take control, so he thrusts his tongue into her mouth, battling her tongue for dominance. He had snaked his hands around her waist now, bringing her closer to him, urging her to sit on his lap, which she did without a fight.

"Madara?" she asked and he was shaken out of his daydreams. His eyes widened as he felt his face heating up. Her brows furrowed and placed her hands on his forehead.

"Are you okay? You spaced out on me there for a second, I don't remember you hitting your head, but I can take a look," she said. Madara shook his head and stood up, feeling a little foolish and embarrassed.

"I shall get going, I am needed elsewhere," he said before he disappeared, leaving Sakura sitting there dumbfounded.

"What was that all about?" she asked no one.

Sakura made her way into the Uchiha compound, greeting those she recognized and those who greeted her in return. As she made her way towards the back clearing, she saw Izuna training a group of children. She smiled and tilted her head as she watched the kids perform the kata's perfectly. From this far, he really did look so much like Sasuke, that her heart clenched at the sight. Yet, as she continued to watch Izuna teach, she could begin to see the differences between the two. When he smiled at one of the kids and ruffled his hair, she couldn't help the small intake of breath at the sight. Izuna must've heard her, which was ridiculous seeing as it was soft enough to be a whisper, but his eyes snapped up to meet hers. His eyes widened a fraction and even from a distance, she could feel his gaze traveling down her body. Her throat suddenly felt dry and she had to swallow and look away, her face heating up. When she looked back, Izuna was walking towards her, the kids dismissed and already running off somewhere to the compound. He stopped in front of her with a knowing smile on his face, his eyes glinting with amusement. Sakura avoided his gaze and instead focused her eyes to the retreating forms of the kids.

"Sakura, what a pleasant surprise to see you here," he said.

She nodded, choosing to ignore her body's reaction to him. "I wanted to check up on Madara," she said. Izuna's brows furrowed at the mention of his brother needing a check up.

"Is there something wrong with him?" he asked.

"Mmnhhm," she shook her head. "But he spaced out on me when I healed him after our spar and he felt hot to the touch. I didn't recall him hitting his head or anything but before I could take a look, he just took off on me. I wanted to make sure he has no concussion or anything," she said with a frown.

Sakura could feel him staring at her so she turned her head towards him. He had on an amused look on his face and she frowned.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing," he smiled. He stepped closer to her but she didn't move, instead looking up into his eyes.

"Knowing my brother, he probably enjoyed your little spar too much," he said in that low voice again. His gaze roamed her face, letting out a soft appreciative hum. "He was probably daydreaming about you," he said boldly. Sakura's eyes widened and she immediately started denying his assumption.

Izuna chuckled. "Whatever you say, Sakura. Would you like to come in for some tea?" he asked, changing the subject.

She absently nodded.

As they were making their way inside, they passed by a room and something caught Sakura's eye. Izuna noticed and chuckled.

"Ahh, this is my drawing room," he explained as he ushered her inside. Sakura turned to him with sparkling eyes.

"You drew all this?" she said, looking around.

"It's a pastime of mine, when I try to get my mind off things, especially during the war," he said, his heart speeding up at the expression on her face. She was taking a look at his paintings, taking in every little detail and genuinely appreciating his work.

"Izuna, this is amazing," she said in a breathy whisper, looking at a particular piece he had drawn when his mother passed.

Sakura lightly traced the strokes without touching the paper.

"This was the very first painting I did," he said softly, staring at the piece and trying to control the emotions threatening to come out. "It was when my mother passed, and I…didn't know what came over me, but all I knew was that it made me feel better. That's when I discovered that I am able to do other things with my hands instead of taking a life" he said, his voice almost breaking. Izuna has never mentioned this to anyone, not even to Kagura. The only other person who knew the depth of his love for painting was Madara.

Sakura turned towards him and smiled softly, her eyes gleaming with understanding.

"I can't imagine what you had to go through. I'm glad you were able to find solace in painting," she said softly. Izuna nodded, still looking at the painting.

"My father was very against it, but my brother saw how much it helped me so he helped me hide it from our father. When he took over, he gave me this room to paint whenever I want," Izuna smiled softly, finally turning to face Sakura.

She smiled back at him and tilted her head. "You and Madara really care about each other," she said, not as a question but as a statement. Izuna nodded and grabbed hold of both of Sakura's hands in his

"That's why I am forever indebted to you for saving my life, Sakura. I don't know what would've happened to Madara have I died. We Uchihas," he paused as he took a deep breath and squeezed her hands. "We feel emotions very strongly, that is how our kekkei genkai develops," he tries to explain.

"The loss of his last family member would've been too much for him," she finished for him. Izuna just nodded. They stood like that in silence for a few minutes, staring into each other's eyes.

"Izuna," she breathed out and Izuna pulled her towards him, letting go of one of her hands to wrap around her waist. Sakura gasped and placed the hand that was released on his chest, catching herself. Sakura stared into his eyes that had darkened. She should push him away but her body refused to move.

"Am I interrupting something?" said a voice and they both jumped away from each other. Kagura was leaning on the door, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, smirking at the two of them.

"Kagura! N-no, Izuna was just showing me his paintings," she stammered. Izuna scoffed and looked pointedly towards Kagura. Kagura chuckled at his annoyed look.

""It seems you are both being summoned," she said.

"Both of us?" Sakura asked. Kagura nodded. "The younger Senju apparently sensed you were here with Izuna and sent a summon for both of you," she answered. Sakura and Izuna looked at each other then back to Kagura.

"They could wait, you know. You two can finish what you were doing," she winked, causing the two of them to flush.

"I wonder why they would need both of us for," Sakura asked out loud as they both made their way towards the Hokage Tower.

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Sakura and Izuna entered the Hokage office and were greeted by a couple clan heads she recognized gathered inside, with Madara and Hashirama sitting behind their table and Tobirama standing to the side of Hashirama. All heads turned towards them, but all eyes zeroed in on Sakura. She rolled her eyes. Hashirama cleared his throat.

"Ah, Sakura, Izuna, you made it. Sakura, I'd like for you to meet Hatake Sakumo and Sarutobi Sasuke. Their clans will be the newest addition to our village," he said.

Sakura froze in place when she saw Hatake. She saw a flash of Kakashi before the image disappeared and looked down. Izuna felt her tense and looked worriedly at her.

"Sakura?" he said softly. She took a deep breath and bowed.

"Nice to meet you, it is an honor to have your clans be a part of Konoha," she said politely, smiling at the two of them.

"And who might you be?" asked Sarutobi.

"My name is Sakura Haruno, Sarutobi-san," she answered politely.

"She is our head medic and a strong kunoichi," Hashirama said proudly, causing Sakura to blush.

"Oh? Well it's a pleasure to meet someone both the Uchiha and Senju talk highly of," he said, smiling at her.

Sakura blushed even more, not sure how to take the compliments being thrown her way. "A-ah," she said awkwardly, causing the male to smirk at her.

Hashirama cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "Now that the formalities are out of the way, Izuna and Tobirama, would you please show them around Konoha, per their request," he asked.

Tobirama and Izuna stiffly nodded.

"Leader-sama, if you don't mind, I would like to have Haruno-san be our tour guide instead," Hatake requested, bowing slightly.

"A-ah, oh, sure, if Sakura doesn't mind?" Hashirama said hesitantly, tilting his head towards Sakura.

Hatake looked back towards her and smiled with his eyes closed, and for a brief moment, she saw Kakashi smiling in front of her. The sharp intake of her breath was not missed by everyone, and Hatake looked at her blankly before smiling again. He walked over to her and held out his elbows, urging her to take it.

Without thinking, Sakura looped her arms around Hatake's, and the memory of Kakashi doing the same thing for her brought in a wave of emotion. Sakura was lost in her thoughts, not noticing the sudden tension in the room.

Both Uchiha brothers were glaring daggers at Hatake and their joined arms, while the Senju brothers were a little more subtle about it. Sarutobi was observing with an amused look on his face, walking over towards the two.

"Shall we," he motioned with his hands towards the door. They walked off, leaving behind the four males looking like they wanted to punch something, or someone.

Interesting , Sarutobi thought