#madasaku weekend

[mariyand-r]

MadaSaku.

“Don’t push me away. Don’t tell me to leave. Don’t tell me that I bring misfortune and that I’m an animal. At the very least, you can’t do that to me.”

“You’re my person.You belong to me. You are mine. …  you can not die either. You are completely my person.”– Wang So to Hae Soo, Scarlet Lovers (Moon Lovers).

[fineillsignup]

the Defective Uzumaki - Ch. 2

You can start from the beginning here on AO3 if you missed it. Brief catch-up: in this AU, Madara and Hashirama have started Konoha as teenagers due to their fathers’ deaths, Izuna is still alive, and Madara and Hashirama formed arranged political alliance marriages with the Uzumaki sisters--Mito and Sakura. Sakura is only a tween when they start their “marriage”, so while the age gap isn’t that big, it is definitely still a marriage in name only.

@yomi-gaeru allowed me to use her art to illustrate this story which is a good thing because this story is completely inspired by her beautiful art. She is amazing! There is a scene which is based on this comic specifically.

@madasakuweek prompt: get away

Ch. 2: Rabbits and Foxes

Madara thought he had been saddled with a timid little rabbit as a wife. It didn’t take long for him to figure out that was wrong.

The only rabbit-like thing about Sakura was her frequent choice of big red hair bow. She quickly became best friends with two cousins of his about her age and the three of them—two dark heads and one pink one—were soon scrambling all over the nascent Konoha and its environs, sometimes joined by other Uchiha girls of varying ages or even Senju ones. Madara treated Sakura with benign neglect. He was often away, performing missions for funding, while the more diplomatic Hashirama attempted to entice other clans to join their new experiment of a ninja village. Even when he was in the village, he generally only saw her at meals and bedtime, when she would talk his ear off about her training and adventures. He generally only half-listened.

Nobody was more surprised than Madara when he began to miss her chatter when he was away on missions.

She was bossy, and she had a temper, but these were faults he shared and probably indulged in more than she did.

Keeping a wife got more aggravating as she got older.

“I think somebody has a crush.” Izuna’s sing-song voice was pitched irritatingly high.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Madara grunted. “Are we ready to head out?”

“Oh come on, at least give her a little wave. It’s adorable.” Izuna gestured with his eyebrows and a slight shift of the head, and Madara glanced at what he had been avoiding looking at: Sakura, practically radiating hearts and rainbows at them.

She squealed when she noticed she had been noticed. “Danna-sama! Izuna-nii-san! Goodbye! Have a good mission!”

The two girls with her giggled. “Madara-sama! Izuna-sama! Have a safe mission!”

The redness in his ears was due to the heat of the day. Not embarrassment.

———

Time passed. The village prospered. On the surface, all was peaceful.

But in prosperity, some looked to gather weapons for the future. And no weapon could compare to the Uchiha eyes.

This had always been a danger. But there had never been something so orchestrated as the fake mission where the supposed client had used a ruse to separate Madara and Izuna from each other. Two huge forces were waiting to ambush them both. That… had not ended well for the attackers, or for the forest that the ambush had taken place in, or for the neighbouring town that had caught fire from the forest and burnt to cinders—fortunately with enough warning from the forest fire that the townspeople were able to evacuate with vital possessions.

Hashirama took them in, of course, although it was Tobirama who had to handle setting them up in the unused, fertile farmlands surrounding the village. Not without a lot of snide comments about fire jutsu either.

Neither Madara nor his brother received more than minor injuries, but it had been an exhausting fight from the sheer number of attackers and he had expended a lot of chakra, so he decided to stick close to the village for a while and deal with clan business.

“Danna-sama! I’m going to pick berries with Hinoka-chan and the others!”

Madara rubbed at the bags under his eyes but managed a small wave. He smiled down at his tea cup as the girls laughter could be heard getting fainter as they left the compound. Such a carefree excursion would have been unimaginable ten years ago. Maybe this world will be alright…

When he finished his breakfast, he went to sit with his council for a meeting to discuss the situation. It was obvious that Madara and Izuna, with their Mangekyo Sharingan, would be the biggest target to have their doujutsu stolen, but after giving such a demonstration of their power, enemies might move on to target clan members with regular Sharingan. 

Madara had no idea just how unscrupulous their enemies truly were.

A flare of chakra and his brother Izuna was there in the open window. “Madara! There’s been an attack on the girls!”

———

Even chakra exhuasted, they left the other council members in the dust as Madara followed Izuna to the scene.

“I don’t know everything,” Izuna called over his shoulder, “I don’t think they got away with any of the girls, but most of them are hurt, some of them badly. It was Tobirama who sensed the battle and raised the alarm.”

Having to be grateful to Tobirama for anything was going to be a real bitch, but he somehow didn’t care. “What about Sakura?”

Izuna didn’t answer for a moment, but then he said, “I know she’s hurt, nii-san, so that’s why I came to get you…”

They ended up in the makeshift hospital area of Konoha. Madara weaved through crying girls clinging to their parents to where a healer was applying a bandage to Sakura’s face, an armoured Senju standing silent guard nearby.

She turned her face up to him silently. It was swollen as if she had been smacked in the face, and though the healers had cleaned the wounds, there was still dirt in her clothes as if she had been thrown into the ground. Her once waist-length hair had been cut very short and jaggedly—by a sword? And tears were falling from her eyes—only one was open, the other perhaps forced shut by the swelling.

Without thinking about it, he tenderly wiped the tears from her open eye, and then took her into a gentle embrace. Rage was swirling in his heart, but he would not show even one particle of it to her.

“You can take her home now, Madara-sama,” said the healer. “All she really needs now is rest.”

“Aa.” Madara lifted Sakura into his arms.

“I can walk—” she whispered.

“Rest,” he commanded, but not harshly.

She fell asleep before they made it back to the main house of the compound, so he simply laid her into their bed. He put up the amado storm shutters around that part of the house, making the inside very dark, with only a little light filtering through cracks. Then he laid down next to her sleeping form and placed a hand protectively on her while his sharingan activated with the force of his rage.

They will pay.

———

Madara didn’t ask his wife a single question about the attack—she needed her rest—but he did not afford the same consideration to the rest of his kinswomen. He needed facts quickly to go after them.

Maddeningly, the girls mostly wanted to talk about Sakura.

“She could have gotten away, Madara-sama!” said Hinoka. Her leg was elevated for her shattered ankle and the pain medications she was on made her repeat herself a lot. “Sakura-sama… they said ‘let the pink one go, she’s not an Uchiha,’ but she just said, ‘Shannaro! I am too!’ and she punched one of them—wham! And then we all started fighting back too…”

“Were they wearing forehead protectors?” Madara pursued, attempting to keep his patience.

“And one of them grabbed Sakura-sama by her hair!” Hinoka continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “And he started yelling that if the rest of us didn’t give in he was going to slit her throat—” The image made Madara’s sharingan activate, but Hinoka wasn’t paying attention. “—but Sakura-sama had a kunai she had wrestled away from one of them and she cut off her own hair to get free! Sakura-sama is amazing!”

“Hinoka!” Madara barked. He didn’t have time for this. When Hinoka looked at his sharingan, he helped himself to her memories.

———

When will you come back, nii-san? It’s been a year. We all miss you. I can’t rule the clan like you can. Surely our enemies have learned they can’t hope to escape you by now?

Madara blew a katon over the letter when he finished reading it, then smiled. Yes, it was indeed time to go back.

Utterly destroying those who had dared to think they could kidnap innocent Uchiha girls and kill his matriarch as if she were common trash was the work of only a few weeks. That was not the main problem.

He needed a weapon beyond the Sharingan, something so frightening that no one would ever dare to think of attacking Konoha ever again.

And now he had it.

“You’re docile now, aren’t you, my pet?” Madara chuckled, laying a hand on the massive snout of the Nine Tails. “I will ride you home.”

[sariasprincy]

In a Past Life - MadaSaku

In a Past Life MadaSaku

Written for @madasakuweek Rated T Random AU

It is said in ancient mythology that humans had two souls once. They were peaceful creatures, full of joy and warmth and love. But the Gods grew jealous of humans and ripped them in two, cursing them to forever wander for their other half through this life, and then the next.

Many of the Gods found their suffering to be of great amusement, but one Goddess took pity on the poor humans. She could not reverse the damage that had been done, but she granted them the only help she could offer: The Mark.

Much of the legend has been lost to time, but the old stories say that every person has an imprint, unique to them and their missing soul. It is hidden in plain sight, only to be revealed once its twin has been discovered. Only then will one know they have found their other half, their missing piece - their soulmate.

If one believed such myths...

xx

Sakura tried not to stare. She knew in this circumstance she was meant to be seen and not heard even if she was the infamous, respected kunoichi trained under the powerful Godaime, Tsunade. It was all part of the politics, all a part of keeping the peace. At least that’s what her mentor had told her under a dark sky without starlight. Sakura couldn’t say she agreed with the village elders or their motives for signing such a ridiculous treaty, but it was not her place to speak - and so she did not.

Dropping her gaze back to the scroll in her hands, Sakura scanned the document without reading it. It was simply a distraction to keep her from glaring at the occupants - or rather one specific occupant - that sat around the large circular table that had been brought into the Hokage’s office for the occasion. They spoke in calm tones but their voices held a note of strain as they discussed the particulars of the treaty agreement.

At the sound of his voice, Sakura’s gaze drew up again. He sat on the far side, almost completely facing her from where she worked on the opposite side of the room at the low-sitting couch. His eyes, the color of a black hole, bore into the Hokage as he ordered for control over his clan’s old compound.

Uchiha Madara. What a sad excuse for a Founding Father, Sakura thought.

He looked like he was ready for battle rather than peace as he sat straight-backed, dressed in the very same well-worn, crimson armor he had worn during his war against Konoha only a few months prior. Tsunade and the other medics weren’t entirely sure why he and Senju Hashirama had survived Kabuto’s Reincarnation Summoning, but after a thorough examination by Tsunade herself, she had confirmed that the two men were no longer bound by the summoning and had been left in their world with their souls intact. They were now a part of their reality.

Of course, the other nations had immediately demanded Madara’s head but after Tsunade and her grandfather, Hashirama, had reasoned the world they know wouldn’t have survived given Madara’s interference in preventing the rise of Kaguya, the other nation leaders had relented. Which is how they all found themselves in this room to begin with.

Silently Sakura observed Madara as he spoke. There was a note of authority in his voice as he discussed his needs and desires with the other members gathered. The air of madness that had surrounded him while she and her teammates faced off against him on the battlefield had faded to be replaced with an unwavering dominance that was felt by everyone in the room. It wasn’t suffocating but his power still demanded respect - even from someone like Sakura who still refused to see him as anything but a monster. She would not forget their battle so easily.

It wasn’t until Madara met her gaze that she realized she had been glaring in thought. His midnight eyes clashed against her forest green orbs but she didn’t flinch away as he silently observed her from across the room. His expression was unreadable, betraying none of his thoughts, and silently they stared as the discussion continued.

It briefly crossed her mind how similar he and Sasuke looked with their sleek, black hair and the aristocratic features passed down from their clan’s ancestors. Their eyes were similar in shape as well but while Sasuke’s usually shined with annoyance or amusement, Madara’s were calculating - guarded even. The Uchiha Founder would have been stunning - if not for the fact he was the spawn of Satan. Or perhaps Satan himself.

Narrowing her eyes a fraction more, Sakura finally returned her attention back to the scroll. She signed the bottom of it and furled it up before she set it down in her completed pile and stood silently. Without casting a glance at the conference table, she quietly exited the Hokage’s office. There was no way she could complete her work with her anger simmering just below the surface and instead she considered what appealed for lunch as she rolled the different restaurants nearby around in her head.

In her haste, she missed the pair of eyes that followed her.

xx

Cold air greeted Sakura as she entered the Hokage’s Tower. With the summer sun cast high into the sky, the cooler temperature was a relief against her overheated skin and she shifted the heavy, medical texts in her hand to swipe away the beads of sweat that had gathered along her hairline.

Behind the guard desk, Shikamaru sat with his feet propped on the tabletop and his fingers laced behind his short, spiky ponytail. He cracked an eye open at her entrance only to immediately close it again upon recognizing her. She smiled fondly at the older male and shook her head minutely but let him be as she passed the desk and continued towards the staircase that would lead her down to the vast library held beneath the building.

Her footsteps echoed softly against the concrete steps only falling silent when she reached the familiar library door. Sakura pushed the old wood open, its hinges groaning quietly with the force before she slipped inside and automatically made for the shelves reserved purely for literature on medicine and healing. It was small in comparison to the rest of the sections on military tactics and defense, but with one of the greatest healers in the world as Hokage, it was filled with far more recent and accurate information.

Silently Sakura ran her fingers across the backs of the many texts until she located the appropriate spots for the books she had borrowed. She slipped them back onto the shelf before she continued reading the titles. Tsunade had informed her some days ago that Konoha and Suna had exchanged some texts and she was interested to see if any new medical journals had been delivered in the shipment. She was still itching to get her fingers on Chiyo’s knowledge on poisons she had left behind after her death.

After pulling a few journals from the shelves, Sakura settled in as she leaned back against the tall bookshelves. For some time, she read in peace with only her textbooks to keep her company. A few more sat stacked on the table next to her, but she was in no hurry to rush through them. She was currently unneeded at the hospital until later that night and it was far too hot out for her teammates to search her out for a spar.

From elsewhere in the library, she could hear the soft shuffling and murmurs of other shinobi. It wasn’t uncommon for others to wander through the wide variety of literature but they mostly lingered in the large sections reserved for military tactics and so she paid them no mind. However, her attention was stolen from the thick pages in her hands as the hushed whispers of two distinct voices reached her ears.

“Madara, you ask too much.”

“I only ask what is deserved to me. That which is my birthright.”

“You should be gracious. The Hokage has pardoned you. That should be enough.”

Even without the use of his name, Sakura would have recognized Madara’s cool, unyielding tone. It took her a moment longer to identify the other as Hashirama’s but once she did, her interest piqued and she straightened unconsciously as she strained to hear their conversation.

“Do not speak to me about being gracious,” Madara nearly growled. “My Clan has been stigmatized ever since Konoha’s founding, no thanks to your brother.”

Hashirama paused. “I admit Tobirama made mistakes in his time as Hokage, but he only ever had good intentions.”

“He killed my brother,” Madara retorted.

“And you nearly had me commit suicide as justice. We can sit here and point fingers, but all of us made mistakes in the end while trying to find some resemblance of peace. You and I are no longer enemies here, Madara.”

“We may not be enemies but do not make the mistake of thinking we are on the same side.”

Even out of sight, Sakura could feel the displeasure rolling off the Uchiha Founder in waves. Only her well-trained ears allowed her to hear the almost silent pad of footsteps a moment before Madara stepped past the bookcase she was currently leaning against. He caught sight of her out of the corner of his eyes and stopped abruptly as he angled his head to look at her, his irritation still palpable in the air.  Knowing there was no point in pretending that she hadn’t overhear their conversation, Sakura met his eyes evenly, her expression void of any thoughts or judgments.

Neither of them spoke as they studied the other, but the awkward pause was quickly broken as Hashirama joined them. “Madara-.”

Sakura shifted her gaze to the Shodai Hokage as he halted beside Madara as he too suddenly became aware of their audience. Even with their expressions carefully masked, Sakura was only too mindful she had overheard a conversation she had no business hearing, but she refrained from apologizing. After all, she was just visiting the library.

It was a moment before Sakura nodded respectfully. “Senju-sama.”

“Haruno-san,” Hashirama greeted.

Even to her observant gaze, it was difficult to read his expression and he turned away from her to glance at Madara. “This conversation is not over.”

The Uchiha head said nothing and Hashirama nodded politely to her again before he made his exit.

Alone with Madara again, Sakura met his gaze coolly. It was so unusual to see him clothed in anything other than battle armor that she found herself taking a second-look at his shinobi pants and the long-sleeved, black shirt she could only assume held the Uchiha emblem on the back. He had rolled his sleeved up to his elbows on account of the summer heat but she wondered how he still wasn’t overheated. Perhaps his heart really was made of ice.

The thought made the corner of her mouth twitch in amusement but she quickly bit it back, still keenly aware of Madara’s observant gaze. It caused her skin to prickle uncomfortable but she refused to flinch away from this man.

“Do you tend to make a habit of masking your chakra within the village?” Madara finally asked.

“After being attacked within these walls so many times, yes I make it a habit. If you wanted somewhere to speak privately, I suggest that perhaps you do so in a private area.”

Sakura didn’t even attempt to hide the cool venom in her voice. They were both aware of her feelings towards him and she didn’t respect the older male enough to even attempt to pretend otherwise. She had hoped her openness would compel Madara to leave her in peace, but it seemed her words had the opposite effect for he inclined his head curiously. “You do not care for me very much.”

“And here I was trying so hard to hide it,” she smiled sarcastically.

“Why?”

A cynical laugh passed her lips before she shot him a look. “Would you like me to list the reasons chronologically or by most serious offense first?”

“I do not recall ever committing a crime against you personally.”

Straightening, Sakura pushed herself off the bookshelf to face Madara fully, her expression mildly incredulous. “You attacked me and my team.”

“We were at war,” he said simply.

“You were at war!”

Her sharp retort echoed off the books lining the shelves, stunning them into silence. She met his cool, unwavering stare with narrowed, emerald eyes as the pent up rage and resentment she held towards the man before her coiled like an angry snake inside her chest. Madara simply observed her, his expression unreadable.

“Hashirama is right,” Sakura eventually said, her voice quiet  in comparison to her outburst only moments before but no less hostile. “There are many shinobi inside these walls that don’t believe you should be pardoned. You should be gracious.”

With a note of finality, she snapped the heavy, medical book closed before she slid it back into its place upon the shelves and pivoted on her heels. In hindsight, Sakura should have known better than to turn her back on such a powerful shinobi, for one moment she was stalking away from him and the next she was pinned against the shelves, her shoulder blades and lower back pressing uncomfortably into the books.

Madara towered over her, all strength and dominance and danger as he used his larger frame to keep her immobilized. His sudden proximity stunned her and kept her from immediately channeling chakra into her arms and forcing distance between them as she stared wide eyed.

“You are naive to think that it was only upon my request that I returned to the village.”

His warm breath ghosted over the shell of her ear, causing a shiver to race down her spine. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she weighed his meaning, but she refused to allow herself to believe that there was another reason the Hokage had asked for the Founder’s return. He was trying to manipulate her.

“I don’t believe you,” she hissed.

“Why else would I come back?”

She had no answer and the lack of knowing stirred her anger again. “Get off me.”

Snaking her hands between them, Sakura made to shove Madara away but he quickly grabbed her hand and pinned it above her head. The moment their wrists touched, something happened. A shock went through her body, igniting the blood in her veins and setting her body on fire as powerful recollection coursed through her.

Chest-aching grief and pure, blinding love warred within her as vague but emotional memories flooded her mind. She couldn’t make out the images but in that moment, she could just as well recall her past lives and all the times Madara had courted her, all the times he had comforted her and all the times he had hurt her.

Loss struck her like a blow to the gut and would have left her doubled over if not for the fact she found her body unable to move. He had died - time and time again. Once in battle as a warrior trying to protect her and the kingdom they resided in, and then again in an assassination as he slept at night as a kind ruler of their village. In the last life, he had come to her as a patient. She had fought so hard to save his disease-ridden body but the closer they grew, the further his sickness had progressed. She had watched his last breath.

The losses were nearly unbearable. Sakura couldn’t breathe.

But the pain slowly gave way to warmth as forgotten love surged through her and warmed her from her toes to the ends of her finger tips. He had been her lover over and over again, in every life they had ever lived. He was her groom, her husband, and the father to her first child and another first child in the next life. He was kind and compassionate, and though they had both taken many faces and just as many names, it was still him.

And as quickly as they came, the memories faded until Sakura was once again standing in the library with Madara. He was just as still as her, neither of them daring to move, daring to breathe as the rush of emotion dwindled.

As a child, Sakura had heard the stories of how the Gods had torn humans in two to forever search for their other half who shared their same mark. Back then, she had daydreamed about finding the one who had followed her through every life, fantasized about what it would be like after finding her true love, but she had long forgotten those fairytales. Until now.

Sakura was suddenly hyper aware of the hand that was still clasped within Madara’s and the firmness of his chest where it pressed against hers. She could feel every silent draw of breath he made, every beat of his heart, and through the sunlit, dusty air of the library, their eyes met.

Another moment passed before Madara spoke, “We are…”

“No,” Sakura interrupted before he could finish. With the fight gone from his body, she easily slipped out of his hold and put some distance between them. She eyed him warily, his own expression mildly bewildered and a hint curious. The look put her on edge and she took another defensive step back.

“Not you,” she said slowly. “Anyone but you.”

tbc...?

[yomi-gaeru]

get away.    Clan leader hide his young matriarch in deep mountain to get away from the turmoil world caused by war. 

[syderia]

Making Bargains

@madasakuweek

Rated: T

Genre: Fantasy

Warnings: Extremely brief mentions of alcohol and death.

Sakura glided into the room on shaky legs, her heels clicking against the floor with every step. Roiling clouds of smoke choked the air, allowing the bitter scent of ash and regret to linger in Sakura’s lungs. Despite the fancy wall sconces, low hanging chandeliers, and polished teakwood flooring, the bar attracted a miserable sort of clientele—ones who preferred finding happiness in the bottom of a bottle and didn’t have any plans beyond the night. Drunken ramblings of lost riches, bridges burned, and wasted potential tainted the atmosphere. Patrons draped themselves over their tables and clung to empty glasses. 

Misery attracted misery, Sakura supposed, and this bar reeked of it.

Unfortunately, she counted herself among the ‘miserable’ souls of the bar. Desperation burned her blood. Her fingers trembled with each heartbeat. She felt like a volatile hurricane trapped in human skin, but her face remained placid. She refused to shatter like everyone else around her. 

Sakura grew up in a small town steeped in superstition, myths, and decaying tradition. Her parents cautioned her not to sneak into the forest beyond the backyard on the night of full moons. Tales of horror became her childhood bedtime stories. She learned to avoid lingering too closely to darkened booths in dimly lit restaurants. 

However, with each year, the older generation died and left a younger generation to fill their shoes. Respecting old myths slowly became less important than it once was. On humid mid-summer afternoons, Naruto and Sasuke, restless in the incessant heat, joked about sticking it to stuffy elders and summoning Bloody Mary or the terrible Rabbit Goddess. Even Ino jokingly warned her about carelessly invoking the name of foul eldritch monsters. 

“Be careful, or Pein’ll sneak up behind you and capture your soul,” Ino cackled after Sakura had stubbed her toe on a rock and promptly cussed using the god’s name.

The hushed warnings burrowed into her mind, present but forgotten, until a thin man with ringed eyes appeared before her, proclaiming himself to be a god. Naruto’s and Sasuke’s rapidly cooling bodies laid lifeless at her feet as payment for messing with magics beyond their comprehension. Shaking in the face of the indifferent god, Sakura forced herself to speak, to fix the mess they made. She pleaded with Pein to return souls, but everything had a price. 

Hers was far too steep.

Sakura’s eyes slid to a booth in the far corner where the warm light of the wall sconces couldn’t reach. An icy chill ran down her spine and suffused her bones. Despite a decent-sized crowd, patrons peppered the tables and stools far away from the darkened booth. On a primal level rooted in self preservation, every patron unconsciously avoided this corner. 

Between one blink and the next, a mass of shadow solidified into the large form of a man leaning into the booth’s upholstered cushions. A wineglass dangled from his pale, slender fingers, sloshing blood-red wine with every twitch of his wrist. Raven’s feather hair cascaded down his broad shoulders in unruly spikes. As Sakura neared the booth, his coal eyes—so cold, so deep, so dark, and so, so inhuman—met hers above the glass’s rim. Sakura slid into the seat across from him.

“Lovely night, isn’t it?” He drew a deep breath, inhaling heady scent of wine and smoke. When he exhaled, his lips quirked into a malicious tooth-filled smirk. Something ancient and lurked in his eyes, and it reminded Sakura of Pein. “The wine here always seems a bit flat to me, but the misery here tastes delightful.”

His eyes flashed crimson and he took a long, slow sip of wine.

“Are you Madara?” Sakura asked. She gathered the determination in her heart to warm it against the cold chill of fear. Fear had no place in a conversation with him—for all that he looked like a man, Sakura knew he wasn’t remotely human. He would pray on her weaknesses and eat her alive.

“I am. You caused quite a stir.” His expression shifted and he looked curious. “I wonder how you convinced Pein to let go of two souls. He’s quite the rule-abider.”

Sakura hesitated. “I made a bargain.”

Madara snorted. He made the the crude action seem elegant and, for a brief moment, Sakura felt a pang of envy. “Obviously. I can tell; your soul radiates taint. So, how many months did he give you to live? Two? Three?”

“One.” 

Sakura could tell curiosity still ate at his thoughts—what did she, a mortal, say to influence a god?— but when he began to swirl his wineglass, she knew he would let the question drop. For now. 

“Delightful. But what are you doing here?” His eyes darted to a man draped over the bar’s marble counter. The man clutched his shot glass and lamented his woes to an indifferent bartender. “Unless you came to pester me and drink your borrowed time away?”

Finally, the crux of the visit. Sakura stoked the fire in her heart and gathered more confidence than she felt she had. She needed to find the strength again to be the girl who somehow stared down a god. Hopefully, Madara wouldn’t see through her facade. 

“You are going to make a bargain with me,” she stated.

Madara arched a dark eyebrow and sneered. “Ah, but you sought me out. Usually, when you make bargains, you need to offer something valuable to the other party. Your cursed soul is worth less than dirt—unless you have something else to offer?” He returned his attention back to his wine glass. His dismissal stung and if Sakura didn’t have a bargaining chip, her fiery determination would have swelled into a raging inferno of anger.

“What about this?” She reached into her purse and threw necklace on the table between them. The small green crystal hit the polished wood with a muted thunk.

Madara’s spine straightened, his face contorting into something inhuman and cold. In the dim booth corner, the shadows writhed and stretched. Sakura tasted sweet, smoky misery on her tongue. “That’s Hashirama’s necklace.” Crimson eyes rose to meet hers. Sakura saw just the faintest stirrings of intrigue twisting his features. Hook. “Where did you get that?”

He set down his wine glass and reached for the necklace, but Sakura yanked it back. She clutched it to her heart, feeling a seed of hope beginning to take root. “You can’t touch it until you agree to help me.”

“Why should I help you?” He sounded indifferent, but Sakura noticed him steal glances at her cupped hands. She had already hooked him, drawn a smidgeon of interest. Now was the time to be audacious and pray she didn’t get burned.

“Why not? We’re only doing a small favor for Pein.” Sakura paused. “Unless you don’t think you can handle a task Pein assigned a mortal?” Line.

Madara picked up his wineglass and downed it in one gulp. When the empty glass clicked against the table, a grin stretched across his face. “I suppose there isn’t anything else currently occupying my time,” he said. For the first time, Sakura watched excitement burn in his eyes. “Dearest Sakura,” he purred, “I feel like this will be an interesting partnership.”

And, for some inexplicable reason, Sakura felt the same sentiment. Sinker.

[niolast-blog]

@madasakuweek

I recently heard that there will be a weekend dedicated to Madara and Sakura and I told myself what a great opportunity to express my gratitude for all the wonderful madasaku stories that made me like this pair.

This is dedicated to all the fantastic fic writers that inspired me to draw them together.

I got the inspiration from you all and because I’m not good with words, this is my way to show my appreciation for your hard work.

[yangssunglasses]

Summary: Burning down enchanted forests and waking up comatose princesses – for Madara it's all in a day's work. [MadaSaku Weekend 2017 prompt: fairytale]

Rating: T

triggers: I guess kissing a sleeping woman counts as non-con

Sorry for the lateness and please enjoy!

@madasakuweek

[originalladyscythe]

On The House

@madasakuweek and @beyondthemoor (in case the first tag didn't work)

Fanart, impiled MadaSaku

Prompt: Waiter

[chemicalisation-blog]

Dreaming in Pink Chapter 2

Summary: They were not supposed to meet, not really. He was an obnoxious businessman and Sakura, well Sakura hadn’t quite figured herself out yet. In which Sakura is running away from tiresome responsibilities, persistent parents and an intrusive coworker and, for some odd reason, finds herself chasing matters of the heart. Chapter 2: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12543083/2/Dreaming-in-Pink You can read Chapter 1 here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12543083/1/Dreaming-in-Pink @madasakuweek

[lovestruckay]

Me: "Nice, I finally have some free time! Time to finish the big update I'm doing on Uchiha MC!"

Also me: *impulsively writes an entire 2k word outline for a TobiIzu oneshot*

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[kuriousaboutuzumakis]

MadaSaku fic rec: hello from horny jail! I started reading more Madasaku fics recently and everything I've come across so far is always so ~steamy ~ , just like this one.

I quite literally spent my weekend going through fic after fic, only stopping to play with my pets or to get sustenance.

But no ragrets. 🤷🏽‍♀️

[kendochick-moor]

I'm a big fan of your stories, especially with secret royalty. One of my favorite ships is the MadaSaku, so i love the way you write to Madara. Keep going, you're so good with the stories, and it's exciting the way you write the drama. Regarts from Mexico (sorry for my bad english).

Never apologize for your English, Anon--I'm honoured you spoke up to tell me how much you like that story!! <3 <3 <3 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! <3 <3 <3 (And there will be MUCH more Uchiha-action and intrigue in the next update for that fic. Keep an eye out. ;) ) <3 Have a lovely weekend (and I'm jealous you're in Mexico--I had to get up at 5:30am this morning to shovel snow and ice from my driveway, hahaha!)!

[petriikore]

0 to 100 | A MadaSaku Story

Pairing: MadaSaku Rating: E Tags: Car sex, PWP, Light D/s dynamics, Modern AU

Summary: Madara and Sakura make an unexpected pit stop on the way to their weekend getaway. A gift for Ravencrone for the Haruno Server Gift Exchange.

Read it here on Ao3!

[narutoevents]

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[everythingsakura]

Does anyone know if there are any Sakura pairing events that are coming soon? I know there's an Itasaku event in August but are there any others? I missed out on Shisaku week and madasaku weekend because of my assignments and classes dgshs so I just want to see if there are any more events I can look forward to. Also I'm kind of confused about the multisaku month, the mod said that they were planning on it to start in June but there are still no pairing divisions as of yet so I'm assuming it's postponed? Idk gshs

[anoceaninthesun]

Needs Improvement

Thanks largely to a brilliant suggestion by @shineejeya the Home Improvement AU continues with this ficlet (mini-series ??). This time the renovating teams tackle their toughest assignment yet. If only it was all about the house and not the feisty, beautiful client.

Summary: When Yamanaka Ino meddles in her best friend’s love life quest to DIY renovate her new fixer-upper, Haruno Sakura finds herself caught up in a home improvement competition between four handsome, creative questionably qualified renovators.  

(Home Improvement AU, Modern AU, Slice-of-Life AU)

Pairings: FoundersxSaku (IzuSaku, TobiSaku, MadaSaku, HashiSaku), ShikaIno, other background pairs

Rating: T

Genre(s): Romance, Comedy, General

Warnings: none really—except maybe swearing, atrocious flirting skills and the Founders being renovating crackheads (not literally, but almost)

Pt. 1, Pt.2 

Sakura had her doubts about Ino’s intentions from the moment she showed up dressed so...expensively. The season’s latest denim cut off jacket, glittering top, a perfectly pleated skirt she’d seen in an upscale boutique they went to together, and boots easily worth someone’s paycheck. Granted, her friend had been a fashionista and trendsetter since they were kids.

 But, when Ino called the night before claiming it had been too long since they’d hung out and she wanted to do a quiet, girl’s-day-in, she’d agreed. So maybe the pinkette had brought whatever was coming onto herself. She hadn’t thought much of it when the blonde said she’d swing by.

 It wasn’t really done, boxes barely unpacked and some rooms still without fresh coats of paint, but it was slowly coming along. Buying her first home at only twenty-two was a big deal, all the years of frugal spending and careful saving, of building credit and working hard culminating in such a huge achievement. 

She was so proud of herself, and determined to turn the house into the home of her dreams, one weekend at a time. “Do you want a soda or water?” she called from the kitchen. 

She could see Ino on her couch with her thumbs flying over her phone screen, not paying any attention to the movie playing. “Smoothie.” she responded, absently. 

“That’s not even one of the choices I just offered!” Sakura huffed. 

“Don’t be an ungracious hostess, Sakura.” Ino laughed.

The doorbell chimed, and Sakura went to the fridge and fished out two bottles of water. She raised a suspicious brow when Ino ran to get it before she could so much as ask. Sakura knew she wasn’t expecting anyone else over, but her friends sometimes popped up when they knew she was free (which was sadly less than ever as of late). 

Taking the water and setting the two bottles down on the coffee table, Sakura wandered into the mudroom, peering out the window. She took a startled step back, blinking at the cars parked in her driveway and on the other side of the street. Was that...a camera crew? “What the hell?” she whispered. “Ino!” She stomped to the front door, only to find her friend bouncing around, happy sounds leaving her mouth as four incredibly attractive men stepped into her home. And yes, a flood of people with cameras coming in too. 

“Hi!” Ino waved with both hands. “Thank you so much for choosing this house! I can’t believe you’re here,” she tucked a loose lock of hair behind one ear and then moved forward to shake the first man’s hand. 

Sakura caught herself doing a double take. He looked so much like her childhood friend Sasuke it wasn’t even funny. More like Sasuke than his own older brother did, and she had always thought that their resemblance was pretty strong.

 The only real noticeable differences she could spot was his longer hair (hair which stuck up messily the same way Sasuke’s tended to) hanging down his back when he turned.

 His lips also looked fuller, and she and Naruto had always reluctantly agreed Sasuke had lips to die for. Their eyes met from over Ino’s shoulder and Sakura felt her heart seize up for half a beat, averting her eyes. He smiled politely, stepping back from Ino so she could continue conversing with the strange group of people. 

“So this is the house?” A white-haired man rumbled, his sharp, red eyes drinking in every detail. His unyielding facial expression made it hard to determine whatever thoughts were running to his head. Until his head bobbed once, evidently satisfied. “It’s got good bones.” 

Good bones. Sakura had thought the same thing when she’d seen it, and that’s what had prompted her to put a considerable amount of her savings into buying it. That, and maybe a tiny splash of idealism. The location, the rooms, the cute (if not somewhat overgrown) backyard...

“You’re Yamanaka Ino, right? The friend who wrote in?” The next man who spoke brought her right out of her idyllic visions. He was huge, with a beautifully bronzed skin tone, a voice that exuded warmth, and a flannel shirt stretched over a broad chest. He shook Ino’s hand, her whole arm bouncing with his strength, “Is the home owner around?” 

“Sure is! She’s right,” Ino half turned and her eyes immediately found Sakura, who had been frozen there the entire time. “Right there!”

Just like that, any illusion of invisibility she had was ripped away, and Sakura stood exposed. The cameras were zooming in, taking in her wide eyes, ghostly pallor and everyday clothes. 

“Haruno Sakura?” The man approaching her had a voice that felt like it punched the wind from her lungs, knocking her sideways. He shifted some of his long hair aside and smirked slightly, catching her reaction. She took the hand he offered and shook it, because she wasn’t really sure what else she could do. “I assume you know why we’re here?”

“Bad assumption,” she croaked. “This wasn’t what...I don’t know why...have I seen you somewhere before?” 

The role reversal was abrupt. His cocky grin melted into a thin line as his brow arched and he retracted his hand. “You...You haven’t seen the show?”

“No.” Sakura responded, almost challengingly.

The Sasuke-Look-Alike approached with a softer expression, but it did nothing for her nerves. He was just as overwhelming up close as the man she shook hands with.

“We were contacted to renovate a home, your home. As part of a new episode of our show, From House to Home. I’m Uchiha Izuna, and that’s my charming brother—”

“Madara.” Madara introduced himself with pride, as if he had the title of royalty attached to his name. They really were Sasuke’s relatives! Ones she’d never met, and she thought she had met a good deal of his extended family.

Apparently not wanting to be left out, the man with the large presence and abundance of energy came over, his eyes merry even before the genuine grin pulled his mouth up. “I’m Senju Hashirama, and I’m excited to work with you. We’ll get your dream home complete in no time.” Tugging the solemn man to his side and placing an arm around his shoulders, he waited.

“Senju Tobirama.” he said, his tone no more ‘excited’ than his face.

Sakura blinked once, wondering why a brain that could memorize the names for all the bones in a human body with ease had so much difficulty processing this. “Nice to meet you all.” she said slowly. Her eyes darted back to the camera crew still filming. She worried her face was going to look clammy on film. Would they edit out the awkward parts at least?

“So, Ino-san’s told us a little bit, but it’d be great if we could go over what you’re looking for.” Izuna urged.

Figuring it was too late to turn back (although she owed Ino one hell of a scolding for blindsiding her), Sakura nodded. “I’ll show you around.”

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Ino flitted around like a dragonfly that couldn’t decide where to land. Sakura did her best not to break into a sweat over the pack of handsome men following her around from room to room. She had plenty of male friends.

Attractive male friends, even. But there was a hot flame at the back of her neck from the gazes tracking her that just wasn’t there when she was around her boys. The crush she’d once had on Sasuke for that awkward period when they were younger, notwithstanding.

“A more open kitchen?” Hashirama repeated. He pulled out a tablet and began fumbling with it, biting his lip briefly. Sighing loudly, Tobirama yanked it from his hand, pointedly turning it so it was no longer upside down, and began tapping.

Sakura smiled slightly. Though they were apparently something like celebrities in the world of home improvement, they gave off a very difference impression in real life. On the other hand, exactly how competent were these men?

“It’d be nice if she could have a bigger island bar. You know, for get togethers with our friends.” Ino put in, standing at one corner of the room.

For all the helpful advice she had, the renovators probably thought Ino lived with her.

“We’ve definitely done some very fun island bars before.” The older Senju said. “Remember the project with the tropical fish tank built in?” He nudged at his brother, who grimaced.

“Your ideas are somehow always even bigger than the clients.” Tobirama grumbled.

Madara wondered over to her humble stove area, examining it. Then her second-hand fridge and microwave. “These appliances are outdated. Anything new we put in would clash.” Sakura took offense to his disdainful expression. It wasn’t easy to afford a house on her budget and spring for brand new kitchenware and appliances.

“It works fine.” Sakura explained, teeth grinding. Who did this man, who probably drove around in a car the same price as the down payment on her house, think he was? To demonstrate, she brushed by his taller frame and turned on one of the eyelets of the stove. A flame sputtered to life. “Plus,” she added, putting on her syrupiest voice, “I know seasoned renovators like yourselves can work around any minor inconveniences the house has.” Madara stared at it, then her, saying nothing else.

Sakura happened to catch the shrewd carmine eyes of Tobirama, noticing how they were lit with mild amusement.

“Without a doubt!” Hashirama agreed, “So Madara, you’ll take responsibility for the kitchen area?”

Crossing his arms, the older Uchiha made a noise reminiscent of reluctant agreeance. Sakura had been friends with Sasuke for a long enough period to decode most vague noises and gestures in an Uchiha’s standard repertoire.

That was without a doubt, “challenge accepted.” ______________________________________________________________

So far, the job ahead didn’t make him feel as miserable as Tobirama had been expecting. Despite the strange newness of the situation, Haruno Sakura didn’t seem like an unreasonable client. They were currently surveying her unfenced backyard, no one more eager to talk about plans for it than Hashirama. “The great thing about how unstructured this space is right now, is that you could do almost anything with it and not worry about taking anything out first. A fence is a definite, but how do you feel about a greenstone garden?”

Sakura contemplated, a slow smile curling her lips as her best friend barely contained a squeal. “Well, I did say whenever I got my own place I’d try my hand at something like that.” 

Happy that she was on board, she and Hashirama began to talk shop, with Ino interjecting, apparently a gardening fanatic herself. Tobirama let them chat, busy watching Madara scope out the yard, presumably to see how he’d implement his own project. When he wasn’t doing that, he was boring holes into the side of the client’s head. She had to feel it. 

It was starting to agitate him a little, and he wasn’t even the focus of the man’s gaze. Ever since the little display of sass in the kitchen – something Tobirama thoroughly appreciated since quite a few clients were too busy fawning to put Madara in his place–it was hard to tell if the older of the Uchiha brothers wanted to one up them or impress Sakura. More than likely both.

“I don’t think I’d want to splurge on anything like a pool,” Sakura was shaking her head. “But it’d be nice to have something entertaining...”

“A firepit.” Izuna said instantly. “We can do one right off the patio if you want.” He took out his own tablet and showed her a three dimensional construct of what it would look like. 

Sakura leaned in, her face approving. “Oh!” Without even seeming to realize it, she gently tugged it from his hands and tapped. “Are these the different designs? I really like this one.” 

The camera shifted to show what her choice had been. Though Tobirama found the Uchiha’s penchant for firepits entirely unoriginal from a design perspective, the one Sakura liked would unfortunately be very nice surrounded by Hashirama’s horticultural touches.

 Izuna was certainly proud of himself for suggesting it, much less openly smug than his brother. But...too pleased nonetheless. In fact, he had been stealing interested looks at Sakura nearly as often as Madara. 

As they moved back into the house, Hashirama and the women in front, the younger Senju traded a very loaded look with the dark-haired brothers.That probably wasn’t going to make the final cut. The show liked to capitalize on a “friendly” if not overly-competitive rivalry, but the venomous sneers they gifted each other were far past it. 

They were all supposed to be alright with a collaboration for the sake of Sakura’s dream reno. He just had the niggling suspicion that wasn’t the only thing on their minds. Deny all they wanted, the Uchiha Team tended to shine best when the client was young, female and single. Sakura was at least two out of three things thus far. 

At the very least, she wasn’t acting besotted. That was a welcome change. She also seemed financially conscious, which was something else Tobirama appreciated after so long doing budgeting on these projects. A lot of clients didn’t truly understand how that portion of project management worked.

 Though, with how surprised she was by the whole affair, he wondered if she even knew an anonymous source had put up a very generous amount to cover the renovation.

 Sakura could have two identical houses and triple the square footage if she really wanted it. And it wasn’t beneath Madara to use that knowledge and some sex appeal to coerce someone in the pinkette’s position to let him take control of a project like this one.   

Tobirama wasn’t about to let the opposing team break ahead. The time would come shortly for him to speak with Sakura, and when they had that meeting of the minds, he would convince her that an economical reno was the way to go.  

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It took a lot longer than anticipated but here’s part two. The beginning of the SakuraxFounders interactions! I usually do slow burn, but at the same time this isn’t going to be super long, so romance may happen quicker than usual. I think this is looking more and more like it may become a mini-series (a handful of these little chapters probably), which I have never done on tumblr. Fingers crossed I figure it out. If you’re looking for more FounderxSakura fun from me, and there’s a chance you haven’t seen my oversaturated advertisement for it, you can check out: A Stitch in Time.