Slight AU.

Please keep in mind that this is the prologue, and is pretty much just an extended summary, I'm still writing out the rest of this story and I really do want to take my time and make this perfect.

This will be MadaraXxSakura.

There will be times when this story feels a little out of character. I apologise. Please review, give me ideas, anything.

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He watched her, and he saw himself.

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"No!" Madara roared. He spun a roundhouse kick to the ninja that was charging him, sending him reeling into the tree line. "Sakura!" He dashed madly and blindly, dodging the projectiles that were sent his way. "Sakura!" He yelled again, even more ferociously.

She turned to him, long pink hair matted with blood. Her eyes wide, and blood dripping down the corner of her mouth. She looked so shocked. She was hurt. Badly. Fatally. His eyes flashed the deadly red of his sharingan, he willed them back to black, but the sharingan was dominant.

He was angry. He was beyond that, he was full of rage. This was his blossom and she was dying.

The battlefield stilled. Everyone was silent. They watched the two ex-Konoha nin with unsure eyes.

Madara reached out as soon as he was close enough, snatching her by the wrist and ripping her body to his as close as he could. He wound his arm around her waist and the other around her shoulders, he held her against him as tightly as possible without hurting her.

She wrapped her bloodied arms around him in return, "I'm not ready to go just yet." She coughed and he felt the warmth of her blood leaving her body.

"SAKURA!" Naruto screamed from across the ruins of the battlefield. Kakashi flashed to him and held him back with all his strength. "Let her go, you bastard! She was never meant for you! She wasn't meant to leave! You poisoned her!" He accused.

The Uchiha's head snapped in the direction of the Kyuubi container. His eyes a deadly red, and they could all feel the murderous intent flowing from the man. His chakra poured out in waves around him. Deep purple and black, it sharpened into a solid thick line before slamming down on the area the mere boy stood.

Madara wasn't even trying to hit him, he just wanted as much distance as he could put between them and that filthy container. Sakura was his, and she came willingly.

"Madara -" She called weakly, she tilted her head back so she could look up at him. She smiled, true and bright. She was happy. How could she be happy at a time like this? All of his control was thrown to the wind, all of his patience and sanity diminished. She was the only person in this world that could ever rip away the carefully placed walls around him.

"Shh. You will be fine," He spoke slowly. Battle be damned. He would get revenge later. They would get revenge later. She was his, and she came first. No matter the cost. He may have been an Uchiha that thirsted for bloodshed and battle, but she was Sakura and her life would always come before anything of his.

Shakily, she reached a pale hand to his face and brushed away his inky locks. She stood on the tips of her toes and placed a soft kiss to his jaw line. His mind was still racing. Nevertheless, he scooped her up carefully, one arm under her knees, the other behind her back. Her head fell softly against his broad chest, her eyes starting to close. He gently placed a kiss to her lips before turning his back to the enemy.

And just as he was about to jump -

"Wait!" An authoritative, feminine voice screamed. It echoed through the forest. "Bring her to me, I can heal her!" Tsunade called, begged. There was loud whispering amongst the other ninja. Enemies or not, Sakura was her apprentice, she was practically her daughter for Gods sake! She loved her. At war, or not. Sakura would always hold a place in Tsunade's heart. She could only hope she still held a place in Sakura's.

He didn't even need to look back over his shoulder. He didn't need to direct the glare at them, because they all knew that it was there. They could feel it. Red eyes fell back on Sakura's fragile form. They softened.

"You did this to her," His tone was full of hate. It was black. "I will not let my wife die," He paused, a smirk on his lips before he turned around to take in the shocked faces of the Konoha nin.

"Your wife?!" Sasuke snarled. Red met red. Uchiha against Uchiha. How he despised that he was related to this thing.

Madara didn't even completely turn away from them, before he and Sakura were gone.

He was going to save his wife, damn it.

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