Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

A/N: This is MadaSaku, I already have the plot done, all that's needed is writing it out. I don't need any beta-readers. I know this is a crack-pairing and if you don't like MadaSaku... well you've stumbled across the wrong fanfic. Pairings in this story include: NaruHina, NaruSasu, MadaSaku, MadaMito (one sided), and SasuSaku (one sided). This story will deviate from the manga and will have occasional time-space travel. I want to portray Madara as less of a monster and more as a misunderstood person. This will contain lemons! First paragraph is from the new Naruto Shippuden ending.

Now that's all clear...

Synopsis:

Akatsuki is defeated and Madara goes back into hiding. Kabuto-Orochimaru are gone. Sasuke came back with Naruto after their fight. The beginning is post-fourth ninja war by five years. Naruto is married to Hinata and has a kid, he is also the Hokage.

His Only Exception

The loud spray and roar of the water did little to drown out her thoughts. She stood in front of the small window located above the sink in the bathroom. Wrapped in nothing but a skimpy towel, she reveled in the perspiration that rolled off her skin due to the humid air. Lifting a finger to the fogged glass, she started to draw a figure. First was the spiky messy hair followed by the wide cheeks and the slated eyes. She finished with the mouth, giving it a frown and marring the cheeks with stripes. The overall drawing was sad, the condensation running down the glass gave it the appearance as if it was crying.

Naruto.

Why?

With a single quick swipe of her hand he was gone. She was left staring at her broken reflection.

The lights overhead flickered.

Flick. Flick. Flick.

Emerald pools wandered up to the odd anomaly. Did she forget to pay her bills?

Humming softly she turned and opened the shower, it's opaque slider hissing softly with the movement.

Towel dropped she stepped into the pelting spray, moaning gently at the heat.

She wanted to wash away the memory that kept surfacing in her mind.

Earlier That Day

Giggling Sakura made her way to the Hokage office. Hugging parcels to her person, she practically skipped the last few steps. The papers were research and financial articles that would help her get a new medical wing for rare diseases. Since the fourth war, Konoha prided itself on top class medical ninja and allied nations would send their people and shinobi there to be cured of serious ailments. Five years later Sakura was the top kunoichi and medic-nin of her era. She lost her lean-stick figure for a more soft rounded woman in the hips, buttocks, and breasts. Male patients both old and young would drool over her fine assets. Sometimes she found it annoying, while others she welcomed the compliments. Most of her patients would call her "Angel" for her life saving and miracle work. The porcelain china doll face with large doe eyes and full lips might also have an added effect to that word. Regardless, Sakura was happy in life and content in her station. Chief resident and primary surgeon of Konoha Hospital.

Knocking softly she opened the door to the Hokage's office.

Opening her mouth to speak, she stopped, gazing with wide eyes.

Sasuke leaned over the Hokage's desk in a deep lip lock with Naruto.

With her own lips quivering, she couldn't look away.

The Uchiha made a sound in his throat while Naruto's face was scrunched slightly in concentration.

The flutter of papers to the floor and a gasp expelled, the two males turned to the intruder.

"Sakura-chan?..." Naruto's deep blue eyes widened, standing suddenly he motioned to stop the pink haired kunoichi.

Sasuke was too busy cupping his mouth with his hand.

Tears pricked her eyes and ran down her cheeks, dripping onto the carpet.

"It's not what it looks like!" Naruto yelled out desperately as she turned and dashed out of the office, down the hallway, and then out the tower.

"You are such an idiot." Sasuke murmured while hiding his red cheeks with lean muscular fingers.

Not what it looks like?

Sakura snorted unladylike while soaping her body up with cherry scented body wash. The sudsy bubbles trailed over her soft skin, dipping into intimate areas. Dusty rose nipples hardened to little peaks as a gust of cold air suddenly washed over into the heated shower. Did someone open the door? Sakura's heart skipped a beat as she listened for any sound. Only the constant thrum of the shower and it drowned out any noise. Frowning she quickly washed her hair, still mulling over what happened today. How could she miss the feelings both Naruto and Sasuke held for each other? All those years of accidental kisses, being practically inseparable, and the kyuubi holder was the only one that the Uchiha avenger ever let into his heart.

Stupid girl.

That sharp word cut across her thoughts like a whiplash.

Did Naruto even think about the implications his illicit affair would have on Hinata or their young son Hoderi? Sakura decided then and there she would tell no one.

The lights started to flicker again. Not wanting to be stranded in a dark bathroom with no light she rinsed quickly.

Letting out a shaky breath she turned off the water and slid the shower door open.

"Hello, Sakura."

Spinning sharingan was all the kunoichi saw as she stumbled head long into darkness.

End chapter.

A/N: I know it's short, I'm setting the story up. I'll be working on chapter two as I submit this.

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