A/N: This story may contain spoilers for those that are not caught up with the manga, but becomes slight AU. This is a Madara x Sakura story, if you do not like this pairing, please go to the previous page and use the filter there that is kindly provided for you.

In this story, Madara's Sakura is the previous incarnation of the current Narutoverse's Sakura. Transmigration...same soul, different time. There's not many MadaSaku stories, so I figured I'd try my hand at it for once. I wrote the lemon part way before I had an account on here, but decided to add some plot a few days ago and finally post it before it ends up getting lost. Enjoy!

Everything was dark... Dark and cold.

What happened? How did everything go so wrong?

The last thing Madara remembered was the arm of Black Zetsu piercing through his chest as he mocked him. A molten, evil chakra violently coursed through his veins, his body felt like it was on fire and all he could hear was that traitorous roach's maniacal laughter. The pain was excruciating, never before had he ever felt something so physically unbearable. The only thing he could do was scream out in agony, until he was lost in a dark abyss...

Why? Why did it end like this? After decades of planning and dedicating every fiber of his being into this plan, did he turn out to be a necessary part to someone else's plan? The world was going to finally be at peace with no more wars, no need to kill each other, no more pain. He would have been the savior who made everyones dream reality. His dream would be reality!

For over half a century this plan has been in the works, it was a tedious job that required so much blood, sweat, and tears. Literally. How many people had lost their lives along the path for eternal peace? Madara himself had dedicated his life and some to it, he had even traded his humanity for supposed immortality. He thought he had become a God.

Was it all for nothing? He had done unspeakable things and so much was lost. This was the bitter end. A world where he could be happy again would never be in reach. All that was left was for him to die alone.

Foot steps starting closing in on him, the familiar chakra signature giving him a small sense of relief. He wasn't dead just yet, but knew he didn't have much longer.

"Hashirama..." The armor-clad shinobi kneeled down next to his life long rival and best friend. There was a look of regret etched on his face. Like Naruto with Sasuke, Hashirama did everything he could to bring his friend out of the darkness, but failed. The bonds between all of them were so similar, it was almost laughable.

It took all the energy Madara had left to open his eyes enough to see the man sitting next to him. The look of pity the Senju gave made him want to reach up and smack him, but he didn't have enough strength for that. From being the legendary Uchiha clan head who fought tooth and nail with the Senju, to the new God-like Sage of Six Paths, it was a great hit to his pride to been seen in such a state. He couldn't do anything else but lay there, he could barely feel his own body. Everything was cold and numb.

"We both...have things we want so badly...but never seem to get." The Uchiha lamented bitterly. It was so hard just to say anything. His throat felt raw and voice so weak. He could feel himself fading in and out. His thoughts were scattered as he tried to cling to any bit of consciousness he could. Thoughts of regret, friendship, his clan, death, betrayal, love...and her.

Madara's mind focused on that one thought. How he just wanted to see her one last time. The woman he lost during a power struggle in the early days of the village. No matter how hard he tried over the years, he couldn't forget the scene from that day...

"No one said it was easy! There's a limit to how much we can do when we're alive... That's why we leave it to the next generation... They'll do it for us." Hashirama seeing the faraway look in Madara's eyes assumed his train of thought, but also knew there wasn't much time left and wanted to get out as much as possible. Madara spoke of how his dream was at an end, but his continued on. The Shodaime could do nothing more than point out there was nothing left for them now but to die, but not as enemies. They would die as comrades.

Madara would accept Hashirama's last act of kindness, there was nothing to lose in the end. At least he would pass on with someone by his side. Maybe if he had followed a similar path, his world wouldn't have become a living hell. But he lost what was important to him, and did everything he could to bring it back.

The darkness began seeping in again. He knew it was time. It wasn't fair, all he wanted was one more time to see her. To see her beautiful pink hair and bright green eyes. Just one more time to say the words he couldn't dare bring himself to utter back then, but it seems he would never be with her, not in this world or the next. He held on to that image of her with all that he had left until he couldn't hold on any longer, and then everything was gone. He was gone...

The Rikudo Sennin couldn't do much aside from watch as another tragedy played out before his ancient eyes. After Madara passed away and all the reanimations returned to the next world, Sasuke declared he would start a revolution and wanted to murder the defenseless Kages. Naruto said he would put a stop to him and they left for their final battle.

This felt all too nostalgic to him as he looked at the pinkette passed out on the ground courtesy of Sasuke, his Sharingan undoubtedly put her through hell in his genjutsu. He had betrayed his own comrade who risked her life for him without a second thought. How many times throughout the generations were his sons going to drag this woman into their internal disputes?

When will this cycle of hatred in his family end? He himself had played a large part in this. It all started with his sons, Indra and Ashura. Through his decision of choosing an heir to carry on his legacy, the brothers waged war on each other that carried on to this day. After being reincarnated multiple times, it has yet to end. From Indra and Ashura, to Madara and Hashirama, and now Sasuke and Naruto. The curse of hatred has yet to stop. He unintentionally broke apart the strong bonds of brotherhood between them by favoring one of them and distancing the other.

He also felt guilty about the outcome of the tailed beasts he created when he released them from his body, ending his long life. How many people were killed or hurt for them? How many people were forced to house these beasts and lived as outcasts among their own kin? There was so much pain he had unintentionally caused, but couldn't make up for. His eyes went from the medic to Madara lying lifeless not too far from her. He was the reincarnation of Indra, the son he pushed aside for his younger brother. The hatred and anguish this man housed in him was party due to the Sages actions and those negative feelings were passed on to him from Indra. The other was due to tragedy he suffered throughout his life. There was only so much one man could take before he loses himself to darkness.

The Sage put his trust in Naruto to save Sasuke from that same darkness, this time wouldn't play out the same way every other time had. Enough was enough. There is nothing he could do for Indra now, but the least he could do was save Madara from living hell in the after life. He slowly made his way to Madara's body and performed multiple hand signs. He had been gathering nature energy during the younger men's argument, just for this moment. This jutsu had been created long ago to use on his son for when he had finally come to his senses and ended the war with his brother, but that day had yet to come.

Within seconds both men disappeared to another dimension, leaving Kakashi to tend to Sakura, while Naruto and Sasuke faced off for possibly the last time.

"Madara?..."

The voice of someone calling out to him caused him to stir.

"Madara?"

It sounded so familiar, laced with concern. He listened carefully while trying to open his eyes, but they felt so heavy. It was a woman's voice, for sure.

A soft, feminine hand caressed his face, trying to rouse the Uchiha. He stirred only slightly to the woman's annoyance. "Madara, come on. You need to wake up, you're already late!" She shook him gently as he seemed to come back to the world of the living. He looked pale and from tell-tale signs, it looked like he had fallen asleep under the cherry blossom tree next to his pond again. Who could blame him, it was so peaceful and beautiful this time of year.

Madara felt himself waking up, finally being able to feel his limbs. Everything felt like it was on pins and needles, the blood rushing to all his extremities. Slowly, he opened his eyes to be blinded by the morning sun in the distance.

"Are you okay? You don't look so good... Hashirama-sama asked me to come get you since you're late to the meeting. You're the one always complaining about them trying to leave you out, ne?"

How could he not have recognized that voice the first time? He looked up quickly, dark eyes meeting green. Everything stood still in that moment. It couldn't be... Had he died and gone to heaven? He was sure he did, but the only after life he imagined waiting for him was in the darkest pits of hell.

The Uchiha couldn't believe his eyes, no matter how strong they were. He couldn't move a muscle as he stared wide-eyed at the pinkette standing before him. The air seemed to become thinner as he felt a lump begin to form in his throat and palms began to sweat.

During the war, he had encountered the pink haired medic who was trained by Hashirama's granddaughter. At first glance he had mistaken the girl for her, especially when he saw the same familiar green glow of chakra she emitted and froze in shock, until he realized that although they looked similar, she wasn't the one he yearned for. Now, right in front of his eyes stood the woman he longed to see for so long.

Sakura...

"Why do you look like you just saw a ghost? What's wrong?" The pinkette kneeled down in front of the bewildered clan head, gently using the back of her hand to see if he had a fever. "You don't feel feverish."

Before she could retract her hand, two strong arms grabbed and pulled her down into the his chest to her surprise. He pulled her close, burying his face into her shoulder as long, pink hair curtained him from any onlookers in the area.

The woman stilled in shock, not sure of what to do, he was acting so strange. "O-oi, what the hell do you think you're doing Madara?! Don't just go grabbing me like I'm-" she was cut off as she felt his hands grasping her kimono tightly, holding her close to his body.

It was inconceivable that she was right in front of him, but it didn't matter if this was heaven or some terrible joke in hell. All that mattered was that she was there and now he has her.

"Shh... Please...just...let me have this, Sakura.

When he first met her a while ago, it had been right before a battle when the village was still in its early stages, but flourishing at an astonishing rate. She had been at Hashirama's side as his most trusted and capable student. As soon as his eyes laid on her after his old friend greeted him, he had to do a double take. Pink hair?! Yes, he had seen red and navy hair, but never such an odd color. Fair skin, pink hair, and bright green eyes. Was she a yokai? Although he was young, no more than twenty-two, he had never seen something so absurd before. Despite his musings about the strange appearance of the female, he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"Do you have a problem?" The enchantment was broken as the young woman growled out, eyes glaring daggers at the dumbstruck man.

"Excuse me?" The incredulous Uchiha retorted, taken back by the woman's confrontational demeanor and at that fact that he was staring in the first place. Who the hell did that little demon think she was talking to?

Sensing the atmosphere, Hashirama quickly intervened, trying to usher the heated Uchiha towards a tent that had been set up for the superiors to discuss battle plans. The pinkette had walked off without a second glance at the offended man, infuriating him even more that she didn't even have the decency to apologize to someone of his ranking. Never before had a woman had the gall to speak to him in such a manner, and he wouldn't forget it anytime soon.

Madara had thought she was just another woman who didn't know her place in the world. That is, until he saw her monster strength and courage protecting the other shinobi of their village. To say he was intrigued was an understatement. After the battle that was clearly in Konohagakure's favor, he used what he thought would be the best route to get to know the medic - Hashirama.

It was a pain that he had to endure more Senju than one Uchiha could handle in a lifetime just to get close to her. He had to come up with bull shit excuses and would do jobs that were beneath him, such as bringing medical supplies to the hospital, just so he could attempt to make small talk with the busy woman.

At first, she was completely indifferent to his presence, much to the leaders distaste. It drove him mad with self-loathing that he was doing so much work just to get one little kunoichi to notice him, it was disgraceful. The truth of the matter was, he never chased after a woman. He always considered such an act beneath him, something foolish men with no dignity would do. There was never one he thought worthy enough to get a second glance from someone as esteemed as him. She should be throwing herself at the chance to have the mighty leader of one of the strongest shinobi clans fawning over her. Much to his chagrin, she didn't and he was treated as if he were one of the common folk that came in for a check-up or an errand boy.

Maybe that's what drew him to her, besides her exotic looks. She wasn't afraid of him or cowered in his presence, it made him feel more...human. Despite her aloofness towards him, Madara would not let himself be fazed by it. Little by little she was getting use to his company and warming up to him.

Over time, he slowly gained her trust and found she truly was just as alluring on the inside as the outside. The kunoichi was passionate about her job, intelligent, and quite kind...if you didn't push her buttons.

Unfortunately, a certain white-haired Senju had been lurking about and trying to steal her attention away with hospital business or other inconveniences. It would grate his nerves to no end, but he was the one she sought out on her free time and not that annoying pest. It was something that brought the Uchiha great satisfaction. She would willingly want to spend time with him and was becoming an important part of his life. A side from Hashirama, she was the only one he could open up to.

There was only a few people he was close with and just about no one trusted him, including his own clan. It filled him with rage that after he had worked so hard and lost so much, that this was his reward. The last of his brothers, Izuna, had died by Tobirama's hands, leaving him with no family. He took a great hit to his pride to make an alliance with the hated Senju for the sake of peace and the prosperity of the people he protected. Despite this, his clan had scorned him and were loyal to the villages appointed Hokage, Hashirama, and only thought of him as blood thirsty. People kept their distance and even children seemed to be frightened of him.

He didn't have Izuna there who use to help calm him down or talk sense into him. Relaxation time for him meant a good spar with his otouto. Now, he no longer had that outlet. Kami, he truly missed his brother.

Tobirama would always interrupting him and Sakura when they would spend time together, usually taking a leisurely walk or relaxing at one of the little shops around the village. Those were the times where he could get all the weight off of his shoulders and hear her thoughts on certain matters.

Occasionally, the two would go out to an open field and spar a little to get out some built-up aggression. Even on these rare occasions, they would get interrupted by some menial crap from the water-style user. It would usually end up with a blushing Sakura apologizing politely with a promise to resume their match before running off beside the other man. The act rubbed Madara the wrong way and there would usually be a trail of trees burnt to an angry crisp on his way back to the village.

It was obvious the Senju-dog wanted the medic too. To watch the murderer of his otouto trying to take away someone else important from him was unforgivable. With a spin of the Sharingan, he could easily overcome this little nuisance. But being an official of Konoha and most importantly, the Hokage's younger brother, he couldn't just kill him off like he had been itching to for years. It was maddening.

One day, she came to the compound when he was in one of his raging moods after an argument with Tobirama at a meeting that took place earlier in the day. Madara had been arguing with the council on how to handle the threat of the newer hidden villages that they weren't aligned with yet. The younger Senju had brought up how the leader was losing the trust and favor of the clan and shouldn't represent the them at the meetings. One of the top advisors, Uchiha Taku, had agreed with him stating that Madara's ideals and opinions on diplomacy and warfare did not reflect that of their clan. Taku had been a greedy older man who worked for the last head of the clan, Uchiha Tajima, Madara's father. There were also rumors that he had been planning to deflect to the Senju clan before the treaty began, hoping to profit from his knowledge of the Uchiha's dealings and inner workings.

There was no doubt in Madara's mind that there was a big payout for the rat at the end of the tunnel, which was most likely to remove him from power. With him gone as clan head, there was no stopping Taku from having unlimited control among the Uchiha. He was a master manipulator under the pretense of having the clans welfare in mind. Madara could easily see through him and wasn't going to let him do as he pleased, but with him gaining overwhelming favor among the clansmen, it was becoming difficult. If he really wanted to, it would have been no problem to have just killed him by now. The problem was that this was a situation that couldn't be handled by violence on his part or it would only prove the tanuki's point that he was a war-loving demon.

The pair did everything they could to set the temperamental shinobi off. After a few choice words, he left the meeting even after Hashirama begged him to stay, and stomped off back to his home in the Uchiha district. Everyone was turning on him and there was no one he could trust anymore, it felt like he was being pushed into a corner. When he reached his home, he scowled deeply as he noticed someone near the entrance of his domain speaking to one of the servants. It wasn't hard to tell who it was.

As soon as he approached the pair, Sakura smiled up at him as the servant bowed as low as he could, muttering out an apology and hoping to be spared from his lords wrath at being caught standing around idly. Madara barked out for him to get back to work after chastising him and the smaller Uchiha scrambled to grab his supplies and took off.

"You shouldn't treat people like that Madara. It was my fault he stopped anyway, he was working really hard before I interrupted him-"

"Mind your own business, what I say or how I treat the people who work under me has nothing to do with you. I'm already in a foul mood thanks to your little boy-toy, so why don't you find something better to do and stop bothering me for once." He strode past her as she stood bewildered without another word or second glance, rage emitting from him. Any other day, he would have been more than elated to have her show up, but the meeting and everything else that angered him sent his blood boiling with rage. Things that usually seemed minuscule, bothered him a hundred fold. It didn't help he was starting to feel jilted and strung along by Sakura, who had not responded to any of the subtle advances he made and felt as if she was disregarding his feelings and efforts towards her. It hurt his pride and frustrated him to no end.

The horrid feeling in the the pit of his stomach gnawed at him like nothing ever had before. It had been a week and a half since the incident with Sakura at the Uchiha compound and they hadn't seen each other once. Six days ago, she left on a mission in the lands located between Takigakure and what is presently known as Otogakure, that two teams were assigned to. The teams each had separate objectives and Tobirama insisted that she be assigned to the team that Uchiha Taku's son was on. Taku stressed that he only wanted the best medic on his son's team and besides Hashirama, that would be her.

To think that Tobirama would actually indulge the tanuki's requests pissed him off beyond belief. Oh, he would make that little pissant Taku pay for his disloyalty. Madara couldn't believe that the Hokage would agree, but he was just trying to keep friendly relations between the clans. There were plenty of other medics that could have done such simple jobs. Sakura was needed here, not babysitting some brat and having to nurse every bruise or scrape he received. Was he not a shinobi? Didn't that come with the job?

As he was in the Hokage's office discussing revised plans for funding for the academy, a shinobi announced himself and quickly entered the office surprising both men with his urgency. A messenger bird belonging to one of Hashirama's clansmen that he sent with Sakura had returned covered in blood, yet there wasn't a single injury to be found. Madara felt his heart race as panic set it. Jumping to his feet, he knocked over the chair he occupied as he looked at Hashirama's equally panicked expression.

A different bird had come three days earlier relaying a message that the teams had already made it passed the borders and were heading further north to their destination. It wouldn't be hard for an experienced shinobi like himself to estimate approximately what area they should have been around by now. According to the shinobi who informed them about the situation, there were no other leads on their end since there was no message with the bird, just blood on its feathers.

"I'm going."

"No, Madara. Stay here and I will dispatch a search team immediately." The Hokage quickly gave out orders to the shinobi in the room to round up any experienced jonin that were available.

"What nonsense are you spouting at a time like this!"

"I will have others go to search for the teams. We cannot have a repeat of the stunt you pulled in Iwagakure. Do not forget that Sakura is a strong kunoichi and very skilled in medical ninjutsu, do not underestimate her. Whatever happened, I'm sure she is more than capable of handling herself and will make it back safely. We shouldn't automatically jump to conclus-"

Madara reached over and gripped Hashirama up by collar of Hokage robes and yanked him across his desk. "I do not have time to deal with your incompetence, Hashirama!" He spat in his face, the anger and urgency in his voice apparent to the shocked Senju. As soon as he let go, the Uchiha had already bounded out the door and was heading to the village gates, ignoring his friends desperate pleas to stop.

As soon as he was out of the village, he used his Susanoo to propel him faster to cover land dozens of times faster than an average shinobi could have. There wasn't anytime to waste, he just couldn't sit back and wait days for some half wits Hashirama picked to send word back to the village on the situation. The team could be injured, captured, or even dead by now. He shuddered to think of the possibilities. Truth of the matter is, he didn't give a damn about the condition of any of the members except for Sakura. As long as she was okay, everything would be fine. This could just have been some mistake or a trap by enemy shinobi. There was just a sickening feeling in his gut that something was terribly wrong.

The further north he traveled, the colder it was getting. Thanks to his affinity for fire, the cold was not an issue for him. White snow blanketed the land for miles in every direction. He had passed the border of this land sometime ago. It was going to be almost impossible to find anyone or any clues with all this snow. Activating his Shaningan, he kept his pace and scanned for any chakra signatures or anything else that could help in his search.

After hours or nonstop running, he was starting to become desperate. There were barely any signs to direct him as he kept leaping through the vast dead woods in the area. In the distance, he could see a cluster of mountains ahead. It was so quiet, the only sounds being made were the crunching of the snow beneath him and the whistling of the harsh winds that were beginning to calm down.

The bottom of one of the mountains was not far now. As he scanned the surroundings for the hundredth time, something dark caught his eye. Speeding up, he landed down near the cloaked figure in the snow. It was a shinobi of Kirigakure, his throat had been slit and multiple kunai were imbedded into his torso. The body only seemed to be a couple days old. The man must have been killed after the snow had fallen or he would have been buried beneath it. There was a few splatters of blood and stray kunai that pointed in the direction towards the base of the mountain. From what he could guess, the man had fled from that area after being injured and was intercepted before he could escape.

Madara stood up from the corpse and continued his course. Along the way, he found more bodies. Most of them were Kirigakure shinobi, but there were also ones from Konoha. Something wasn't adding up. Some of the men that were here weren't assigned to either of the two teams that had been sent out. What was going on?

The closer he was to the mountain, the more bodies he found littered throughout the snow. Just like the first one, they hadn't been dead for too long. The thought of the pinkette being among them made his stomach churn. Panic set in as he followed the trail of blood and limbs to a cave close to the mountain. There were craters smashed into the ground, some had bodies in them, crushed beyond recognition. It was obvious to anyone, this had been a long and violent battle.

As he entered the cave, the stench of blood was unmistakable. It was splattered all over the ground and walls, staining the stone red. Like the scene outside, there was more bodies to be found. The only thing he could be thankful for at this moment was that the cold had kept the bodies from decaying and smelling worse than it could have. He looked over the corpses to find most of the members that had initially set out for the mission.

Despite the frigid air, there was sweat dripping down his face and back. Where was she? Did she make it out and find shelter in a village nearby or in the mountains? Why had Kirigakure shinobi, who Hashirama had a non-aggression pact with, battle it out with those who were sent to this land? Even more so, why had there been more than than two teams from their village here?

As he stood, creating different scenarios of why all of this had taken place, something pink caught his eye. Something pink-

No, no, no, no... is all he kept repeating to himself as his heart clench tightly with fear. For the first time in years, he was afraid. He leapt over the rocks and bodies in his way, finally finding the woman he was searching for. She was leaned up against the wall of the cave, drenched in blood. A katana was imbedded into her chest all the way to the hilt and partially into the hard surface behind her back, nailing her to it.

Madara dropped to his knees before her. He didn't need his Sharingan to check for a chakra signature to know that she was already dead. Her skin was as white as the snow outside and her body was littered with stab wounds and bruises. Bile rose up his throat, his body shook with grief and anger.

With trembling hands, he removed the katana and slowly pulled her body towards him and out of the pool of her own blood, being coated it was the furthest thought from his mind. Her usually warm skin was ice cold and beautiful pink locks were caked with the crimson liquid.

Was he in hell?

The last time Madara had cried, it had been at Izuna's side right after he passed on. Being stoic by nature, crying wasn't something that came easy and had only happened a handful of times throughout the clan leaders life. This time he didn't hold back as he held her lifeless body close and tears fell freely down his face and into the ensanguined material of his beloved's clothing .

Just two weeks ago, they were strolling around the village and talking about anything and everything they could think of. She was the center of his world and the person who truly brightened up his miserable existence. He hadn't really noticed how much he really needed her. Not until she was gone.

The last time he spoke to her, he had told her to mind her own business and to stop bothering him. Those words rang through his head as regret gripped his very being. He would never get to tell her how sorry he was and that she never bothered him. Never tell her how much he appreciated her being there for him and listening to his ranting and raving. There would never be a chance to tell her all the things he really wanted to say. He would never get to tell her that he loved her.

As he cradled her body lost in his own agony, he almost missed the slight wheezing sound close by. Activating his Sharingan, he saw the chest of one of the Kirigakure shinobi rising and falling as injured limbs tried to slowly drag his body out of the cave without alerting Madara of his presence.

A blinding anger took hold of him. If these people hadn't intervened...

Laying her body down gently, the Uchiha turned towards the foolish man trying to work his way to the entrance of the cave. Grabbing the man by his injured leg and digging his gloved fingers into the wound, he drug him over the dirt and rocks with every intention of torturing him to death.

Flipping the bastard over, he became even more enraged at the smug look that was on his face. Instead of begging for his life like most people would have when faced with a man like Madara, a chuckle escaped his lips.

"I guess Taku was right on the money that you would flip if that bitch died, fufu. Fucking whore... Go ahead, get angry and rampage. You and those damn...Senju... Bunch of idiots."

With a sickening crunch, Madara crushed his knee beneath his foot. The man cried out in pain, unable to hold back in his weakened state. He wouldn't let the scum die until he pulled out every piece of information he could and if he wouldn't comply, the Sharingan would make him.

Looking into the Uchiha's blazing crimson eyes, the antagonizer lost his resolve and trembled with fear. The look of pure, unadulterated hatred and bloodlust struck terror so deep, he lost his ability to breathe and thought his heart was going to explode with how fast the palpitations were. Taku had been wrong, Uchiha Madara was not just some obstacle that needed to be rid of. They had no chance in hell. This man is a demon.

The Kirigakure shinobi told him more than enough by the time he was done taking his anger out on him. Uchiha Taku had been working on a secret alliance with the other hidden village, hoping he could employ them for his own benefit. The plan was to overthrow the current hierarchy, and establish a new one with the help of the other village. Taku needed to first and foremost get rid of any obstacles in his way.

The Uchiha clan was his first target since he already had quite a bit of power over them. It wasn't hard to sway most of the elders with money and pretty words. The easiest way to take over the clan was to get rid of the current head and the only hopes of that was to push the Hokage to take care of it. There was no one else who could dream of defeating him except for the Senju leader, that was a no-brainer. Not that it would be easy in any way. They needed to set up a situation to make Madara show his true colors and lead the two powerhouses fight to the death. Whoever lived after the fight would then be taken out by some of the greedier members of the Uchiha and a few men from the Senju clan who worked for him, with the assistance of Kirigakure shinobi who benefitted from all the discord in Konoha. They promised they would name him the new Hokage, but Konoha would be under the jurisdiction of the Mist. Taku didn't care as long as he was the face of the village and had all the money he could want. What a fool.

After Madara buried Sakura, he headed back to the village with a clear objective. There was no way he was going to hand over her body to the village that betrayed her...and him. Not everyone was involved, but there was quite a few and many of them were predominant members in their respective clans. The village Hashirama and him built was for people to stop the senseless killing and to work together for a better future. He could see now that it was nothing more than a foolish dream and there would never be peace in this world. This world was meaningless. No matter what people do, the results will always be the same, nothing but a vicious cycle. He would put a stop to the madness, but first there was something he must do.

Konohagakure would wake up to a bloodbath. He would mercilessly torture and kill all those involved, starting with Taku and his prissy son who escaped the carnage from the battle in the mountains, which wasn't a surprise to him. After having his fill, he would chase down one of the legendary chakra beasts and make it submit to him. He would need a big power to help him destroy Konoha and everything it stood for, including Hashirama who would undoubtedly defend it to his dying breath. To him, the village was nothing more than a reminder of not only losing Izuna and Sakura, but that war would never end and there will always be winners and losers in the end. Konoha will be no more and Kirigakure would meet the same fate. They would all rue the day they crossed Uchiha Madara.

He held her as long as he could beneath the tree. Nothing was going to separate them again, that he would make sure of it.

"Madara... What about the meeting?" It was just so great to hear her voice again.

"Forget the meeting, I don't care about that right now. They can do as they please." Sakura relaxed into his embrace and snuggled into his chest. She wasn't sure what got into him, but she wasn't going to deny his sudden display of emotion.

Madara thanked whatever God that had given him this gift. Everything around him looked just as it did, he could recall this exact day from decades past. It was a few weeks before he had lost her. There was still time to change how the tragic events played out that had left him a broken man.

As Sakura nestled into his protective hold, he could feel his heart beat rapidly against hers. Dainty fingers ran through his long hair and he could feel the blood rushing to lower regions of his body from the intimate touch. Yes, he was definitely very much alive. And so was the woman in his arms. Tilting her chin up to look at him, he couldn't contain himself any longer as he stole her lips in a breathtaking kiss. No one was going to stop him from taking what's his, not this time.

Within moments, they were on the bed with Madara hovering over his prey. Sakura laid beneath him in her simple, yet elegant kimono. The silky fabric hugged her womanly curves in all the right places. Her long, pink locks fanned around her beautiful face and across his pillow. The sight was making his blood rush to his head and the erection forming quickly in his pants.

His mouth claimed hers in a heated but gentle kiss. She let his tongue explore her cavern, leaving nothing untouched. Large hands cupped her face as he passionately kissed her and soon found their way to the sash of her kimono. Sakura looked up at Madara, slight nervousness apparent in her eyes. Before she knew it, her kimono was stripped off and she laid exposed to the dangerous shinobi who was taking in the sight. Her arms tried to cover her exposed breasts from his view.

"No. Don't hide yourself from me, Sakura. I want to see everything." A blush formed on her cheeks at his words and her embarrassment as she lowered her arms. Madara slowly took in her form, from her delicate face, to her luscious breasts, and legs he wants wrapped around him every night.

'This... Is too much. I need to have you'.

Hands roamed her body as the new sensations caused her breath to hitch. He licked from her jaw to her earlobe while taking her breasts in his large hands, kneading them. Her back arched, as a moan left her lips and eyes fluttered closed. She didn't know the effect she was having on him, or his straining manhood.

"Onna, you're driving me insane." This woman... Only she could make him feel this way. He had wanted to make her his for so long, but waited too long. He had wanted wait until she was ready to move forward, despite the countless nights he spent fantasizing taking her in so many different ways. But now, fantasy was becoming reality... Now, she's beneath him moaning and arching into his muscular form, wanting him to take her. And he will, with everything he's got.

His fingers pinching the peak of her breast firmly enough to illicit a spike in arousal. "Kami, you're so beautiful. I've wanted you for so long." His hot breath on her ear sent chills up her spine and heat coursing between her legs.

The pads of his fingers on her chest could feel how fast her heart was racing, while the fingers of his other hand slowly made their way to her most sacred place. A callused finger smoothed between her legs, into her panties, feeling the smooth skin beneath his finger tips. She was untouched and he would make her into a woman...his woman. A single finger felt along her slit, feeling the warmth and moisture of her arousal, it was intoxicating. A sly grin spread across his face at how wet she was for him. The thought of how turned on she was because of him excited him even more.

His mouth latched onto one of her peaks as his fingers continued their exploration. Little gasps and moans could be heard, fueling the fire inside him. He caused her body to react so wonderfully, the juices on his fingers making him want to take her so badly. No, not yet. For now, he would take his time and enjoy this goddesses body and show her how much she really means to him. There would be no room for her to doubt him after tonight. It was their first time together and he didn't want to rush this. Tonight was about pleasuring her... claiming her. Making her never want to leave his side and wanting him and only him, the same way he wanted her.

Her green eyes widened at the feeling of him playing with her in such a way. It was so foreign and exciting. She wanted more of him, wanted to feel him inside of her. As soon the thought came, her face reddened even deeper. With a crooked smile, he began kissing her neck and slowly descended, kissing the whole way down.

"W-what are you doing Madara?!" Sakura raised herself onto her elbows to look at the handsome shinobi between her legs. He kissed the inside of her thigh, looking her directly in the eyes. "Don't worry, you'll enjoy it." As realization hit, she shuddered beneath him, nervous to have Madara between her legs and so close to her core. Before she knew it, her panties had been ripped off and flung across the room. Embarrassed with how exposed she was in front of him, she started squirming.

Madara pushed her legs apart, while she was trying to close them instinctively. The prize that made his mouth water by just thinking about it was so close, and he wanted to see everything, admire her beauty. His eyes widened at what he saw, what he had waited all this time for. Dark eyes hungrily roamed her body, from top to bottom. Her blushing face with eyes full of lust and embarrassment, her chest rising and falling from her labored breathing, and her hairless sex waiting for him to claim. He groaned seeing how smooth and wet she was from the juices glistening on her folds.

Wasting no time, he sat up and starting quickly removing his clothes. Sakura watched every piece of clothing come off intently, a blush spreading further across her face. "You're so beautiful, Sakura. Every inch of you. Look at what you're doing to me."

Sakura's eyes widened as the last article dropped to his ankles and was kicked off to the side. She gasped as her eyes narrowed in on his heavy package, knowing that it was going to be inside her soon. The Uchiha watched as his innocent lovers thighs shifted, trying the relieve the ache he caused. The look on her face was one of curiosity and hunger, and it was all for him. It was more than enough to boost his ego and fuel his desire for the woman on his bed, waiting for him to take her.

"Madara...please..." She moaned out of those pretty pink lips. Their eyes met and he could feel himself hardening even more under her passionate stare, her back arching tempting him to speed things up.

He needed to control himself, his instincts wanting him to bury his cock into her tight little pussy and spill his seed into her over and over again till she couldn't take anymore. And even then, she wouldn't get a reprieve from his hard shaft. He shook his head, trying to focus on the task at hand

Sakura's legs were draped over his shoulders in seconds as he gripped her hips, stilling her. Right now, he was going to taste her and enjoy taking in every flicker of emotion that ran across her face and hear every tantalizing moan. He needed to know if she tasted as good as he always fantasized she would.

Sakura was lost in her senses, instincts taking over. She watched his large, strong body between her legs, his face so close to her lips. This man was making her so hot it was almost unbearable. The more he kissed and nipped the inside of her thighs, the wetter she was getting. It felt like torture having his breath ghost over her sensitive skin, hands caressing her thighs and hips as she tried arching into him, only for him to hold her down as he teased her some more.

Madara couldn't help it. Watching her bite her lower lip, whimpering for his touch almost sent him into a frenzy. She wanted him so bad, makinh it that much sweeter for him. His hot, rough tongue glided over her slit, making her moan to his delight. Slowly, he ran his appendage back and forth over her lips, slightly prodding between her folds. She was so wet and her moans increased with every lap he took.

He wanted to hear her scream his name, dig her nails into his shoulders, submit to him. It was in his nature to dominate and take what he believed to be rightfully his.

Sakura cried out and grabbed onto his dark mane as he licked up from her entrance to her clit, drawing tiny circles around it, and causing her toes to curl.

"Ahhhh!" The kunoichi's head tilted back and moaned loudly as he buried his face into her, lapping the sweet juices up quickly. She bit her lip trying to stifle the embarrassing noises that escaped her mouth and closed her eyes at the sensation. His tongue worked magic on her, trying taste every bit of the delicacy beneath him. She tasted delicious, sweet and feminine, he could do this everyday.

He wanted more, to taste more and explore. Suddenly, his hands left her hips to grasp under her thighs and pushed her legs apart, spreading her open for him. He leaned back down and plunged his tongue into her wet core, making her back arch into him and her hands desperately grabbing on to him. The most erotic sounds came from her as his tongue returned to concentrating on her bundle of nerves. Whatever control she had over her own body was lost, with Madara taking the reigns. She screamed his name, releasing his hair to grip the sheets around her.

His goddess looked so beautiful being pleasured; her head tilted back with her eyes closed. Madara wanted to watch her face as he slowly readied her body to take his throbbing erection. Stopping his ministrations, he looked directly at her trying to get her attention. "Look at me." His voice was deep, husky...demanding. Sakura looked down at the shinobi with heavy-lidded eyes full of lust. As she bit her bottom lip, he went back to work slipping him tongue back into her core, eyes never leaving hers.

His index finger traced the outside of her lips as he moved his tongue back to her clit. Dark eyes carefully watched her reactions to his touch, what made her moan louder, what made her quiver. There was no doubt that she wanted this, but he could sense her anxiety as she stiffened when his finger began circling her entrance. The hand that rested on her hips glided up to her breast and caressed it to help her relax.

"It's okay, just relax and I promise you, you'll enjoy this. Let me take care of you." The pinkette nodded, putting her trust into the man who was bringing her such great pleasure.

Slowly, he sank his finger into her and gently began pumping into her core, while his tongue continue working on her clit. It was frightening and exciting all at once. A slight pain tingled within her as his calloused digit clipped her intact barrier. The pleasure overpowered the burning sensation of his thick, rough finger against her sensitive walls. Her moans were getting louder and her hips moving on their own, rocking into his hand.

Madara groaned at how tight she was around his finger, it was incredible. The thought of her hot, tights walls around his cock sent him reeling. A second finger joined with the first pumping into her wetness. She was so tight, he knew he was going to have trouble entering her. He moved up to taste her lips once more, kissing her passionately before moving to her neck.

Sucking in as much air as her lungs would allow, she released a breathy moan of his name into his ear as his fingers plunged into her depths, making him growl deeply. Fighting the urge take her right there, he distracted himself by sucking on her neck and scraping his teeth over her porcelain skin.

She felt his hand release her breast and glide along her skin to her back, pulling her flush against him, molding her breast to his chest as he plunged his fingers in and out of her, womanly juices coating them.

"I want you so badly. I need to be inside of you." His voice deep and husky in her ear, so masculine and dripping with lust. He felt her breath hitch as much as he heard it, as his words and the meaning behind them sunk in.

Her mind was clouded with lust and her body was heated and hungry for more of what he had to offer. She licked her lips, tasting his saliva from his kisses and swallowed. Everything he was doing to her felt so right, so perfect. Her body was singing with ecstasy and begging for more.

"Mine." He growled the word against her throat as he plunged his fingers deeper and harder within her. His panted as his heart sped up, the need for her growing as he ground his manhood against her thigh.

"Oh Kami..."

Her words were breathless as she felt her body beginning to tense. Her walls were tightening around his fingers and he lowered himself between her legs again. Being so close to the edge, she dug deep into her pillow, desperate to cling to something with the waves of pleasure crashing into her.

"Madara! I- I'm... I can't take anymore! Please-ah!" She cried out in ecstasy. He was about to make her come, his male pride making him feel smug. He was in control of her body, but was steadily losing control of his own. "Just a little longer. You're so close, I can feel it."

"Come, Sakura."

Suddenly, her back arched as her walls contracted around his fingers. "Madara!" She screamed as he quickly latched his mouth to her hot core, drinking up all the juices coming from her.

Her eyes widened in shock at his action, but she was breathless and limp on the silky sheets of his bed, legs quivering around the painfully-aroused Uchiha. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her there, groaning deeply, taking in her essence as his reward.

After cleaning her up, he took in the sight of his pinkette panting with her eyes closed.

"You're so beautiful." He nipped and kissed up her thighs all the way back up to her chest. Known as one of the most powerful and feared shinobi in the world, no one gets to his soft side. Only Izuna and the woman in his arms that he fell in love with. As a hardened warrior, feelings such as those are considered as nothing but an unnecessary burden. That did not matter. To him, they were precious.

He shifted his hold on her and their position. Her hands traveled along his toned body, to his neck and shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss of her own. A small curving of her lips lit her face as she caught the surprised glint within his own eyes.

As she kissed him, she spread her knees open and wrapped her legs around his waist. Small hands fisted into the dark stands of hair at the base of his neck. Silently, she was begging him to take it further.

His growls of unbridled lust vibrated through her body, enhancing her arousal. She broke away from their kiss as she felt his hardness pressing against her inner thigh. "Are you ready?" He asked, hovering over her. She nodded looking straight into his eyes, which held such adoration and love.

Madara leaned down to kiss her once more as his hand guided his erection to her slippery entrance. The large head of his penis slowly pushed through her folds into her incredibly hot core as he hissed through clenched teeth and closed his eyes at the tightness of her opening. Will it all fit without tearing her? The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin this night by hurting her.

"Madara," she cried out in pain at the slow, but enormous intrusion. "Are ...you okay ...Sakura?" Madara panted, looking at her with concern in his eyes. Breathing heavily, she groaned with want as she felt her skin stretching around the head of his penis and his shaft. Lack of words left only the jumbled sounds of moans and groans. She felt his girth, felt the way her walls cradled his head as her opening stretched around his shaft as he lightly pumped back and forth, gently taping against her hymen, but not breaking it.

"I-I'm okay Madara... please... please don't stop!" she breathed, clinging onto his body for dear life at the new sensations taking over her. His hands returned to her breasts to inflict sweet torture as his mouth fastened to her neck once more, giving her a love bite. It was sinful how she brought him such ecstasy with how she clung to him, her walls gripping him so deliciously.

Her body was yearning for more, hips rising to push against him, begging. Her back arched and pushed her chest firmly against his hands as she let her head fall back and moaned out his name seductively.

Quickly, he thrust forward and tore through what remained of her hymen, the work of his fingers earlier making it a little easier. His teeth clenched together at the tightness of her too small sheath. A grunt of pain escaped her as she tried to pull away from him and the pain, his iron tight grip however, held her in place against him as if telling her not to move away. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she tried to catch her breath. Madara started planting kisses on her mouth and chest to try to comfort her as her eyes began to tear up. "The pain will stop, I promise you, Sakura... I will make you feel better than you've ever felt before, just trust me."

She didn't expect it to hurt this much, but after seeing how big he was, she should have expected no less. Her insides were being filled to the max and he wasn't even completely seated. With the initial throbbing pain beginning to subside, she kissed him back heatedly trying to forget the aching in her core from his girth.

Feeling her muscles beginning to relax, he pulled his shaft almost completely out, leaving only his head at the entrance, before he rocked back within her. Madara kept the pace slow, so she could get use to him before he let loose, wanting to ravage the woman beneath him. His groans of lust turned feral.

Small gasps and moans tore from her throat as she felt him shove himself firmly and deeper within her, making her body stretch to accommodate him. The more she moaned, the more frequent his thrusts came, until he was slamming her into the bed. The sight of his loss of control made her hotter as his fingers dug into her hips, holding her beneath him, as he continued to pump in and out.

"Ma-Madara!" The med-nin screamed as her lover continued to pound into her. Animalistic growls and grunts came from the Uchiha as he dominated the woman he dreamed about for so long. Never in a million years would he have thought his fantasy would come true. He would love her the way she deserved and take care of her needs, but now he would show her just who she belonged to.

"You're mine now."

His hands gripped the underside of her knees and brought her feet to dangle over his shoulders, before he plunged again and again within her, bottoming out and eliciting wanton cries of lust from her. Her hands clung to his arms like vices as he pumped himself into her. "Say my name!" Her moans were like music to his ears and he wanted more. He would make her scream his name until she couldn't scream anymore.

"Madara..." It was a moaned cry. His mouth latched onto her neck and sucked her pulse point as his hands trailed over any exposed flesh they could find. Sakura was in heaven. She never felt anything this incredible her entire life. "Louder!" His hard, thick erection slammed into her tight channel, his mind clouded with lust and pride at watching the beauty beneath him taking his length into her and barely able to scream his name from all the pleasure HE was giving her... Not that worthless Senju-dog.

His name was like a mantra on her lips as she cried it out over and over again. It stirred his possessive side hearing the words coming out of her mouth. He would be the one to take her heart and her body, no other man would touch her, but him.

He held on to her tightly, slamming his pelvis into hers. He was going to make her come all over his throbbing cock. Her fingers dug in to his shoulders, sending him reeling. Rough hands slid up her abdomen, caressing her breasts, with one hand cupping her cheek to make her look him in the eyes. She didn't know how much more she could take. Her walls began to tighten around his enormous length, making him groan loudly. "Madara! Ma-Madara!" She screamed his name almost making him come inside of her on the spot.

He leaned back, panting hard with sweat covering his body. This was amazing... It had to be a dream. He looked down to see the most erotic thing he'd ever seen in his life. Groaning loudly, he couldn't look away from where they were connected, his cock thrusting up into her wet core to come out covered in her fluids. Watching his length plunging into his woman's tight, willing body sent shudders throughout his body.

Madara thrust roughly into her, her screams making him hotter than he could ever imagine. She was dripping wet and so tight, he clenched his jaw, growling out. He plowed her into the sheets as her nails dug into his arms. Slender legs wrapped around his waist tightly, loosing control to the beast above her.

"Madaraaaa. Oh Kami...it feels so good!" His cock was the most incredible thing she had ever felt, from his large head, down to his incredibly thick shaft and large balls. The sound of skin slapping was making her wetter, everything felt so erotic. Looking into his eyes that showed so many different emotions, she came to a clear realization. She loved him. Loved the way he treated her, cared for her, how he made her feel, how he was making love to her, everything.

As if he could read her mind by looking into her eyes, he kissed her passionately as he tilted his pelvis upward, looking for her spot. He smirked as she arched her back forward, pushing into him and crying out his name. He moved hard and fast, pounding her into his bed, both of them flushed and sweaty. Nails dug into his shoulder as she gasped, her eyes dilating and legs quivering around him, he knew he found it. Her walls gripped his manhood, causing him to curse out loud.

"Fuck! Yessss. Come for me..." His hot words ground out harshly, as he was at the end of his rope too. 'She's almost there, any second now.' He trust as hard as he could, bringing both of them to edge. A large hand entangled itself into her hair, bringing her closer to him so he could ravish her mouth and neck. "Come for me now, Sakura!" His hot command and forceful thrusts sent her over the cliff, she screamed out and all she could see were brights lights, it felt like her core was melting around his sex. Nothing could compare to the high and pleasure she was feeling and she never wanted it to end.

As Madara felt her walls squeeze him tighter than ever, he knew she was coming. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, biting her roughly as she came on him in an attempt to stifle his own moaning. With another sharp thrust, he plunged as deep into her as he could and exploded, growling out possessively above her, filling her womb with his seed.

Sakura was in a daze as she laid beneath him gasping for air, eyes closed from exhaustion. With a daring peak, she slowly opened her eyes meeting one of the sexiest images she's ever seen. Madara hovering above her, panting with beads of sweat running down his face and body. Dark and pink hair intermingled around their forms, clinging from the perspiration.

He kissed her slowly as he pulled out of her, rolling onto his back. He reached over and pulled her body close to him, embracing her and the euphoria of their lovemaking. He had never felt so fulfilled as he did right this minute. His arms held her close to him as her hand caressed his chest, soothing him into the most peaceful slumber he's had in ages.

"I love you, Sakura."

Much had happened since he married his cherry blossom. The couple sat together outside of their house, watching the leaves blow back and forth on the trees with the cool autumn breeze. Sakura sat with a warm smile on her face, leaning into her husbands chest, as his hand caressed her growing belly. She knew her husband wanted a child, it just happened sooner than she had anticipated.

They were going to have a son. To say Madara was ecstatic was an understatement, he already knew what he would insist on the name being. It seemed as if all the pain and hardship life had put him through was finally paying off. His family had been taken from him throughout the years before the village, but now he was getting his own. After everything that happened, he felt like he finally understood what Hashirama meant about the importance of these bonds to people and protecting them. It felt so long since he had tried to hold on to anything in life, but now he knows this world does have meaning to him now and this time it will be different.

A/N: Thank you for taking the time to read, this was the first story and lemon I ever wrote. Reviews are more than welcome, unless you want to complain about the pairing. In that case, keep it to yourself. No need to trample on other people's fandoms, we can all be mature and respect each other's preferences. I'll be working on a one-shot with Sakura and Riboku (Li Mu) from the Kingdom manga, so keep an eye out for it!