#madara x sakura fanfic

[sasukeuchiha-24]

Sasuke | Itachi | Madara | Kakash

[stu-dyingstudent]

Sakura Haruno fic recs: romance-centric

I, like many others, definitely enjoy a a good romance every so often. All of these recs are going to have the romantic development of the characters as the forefront of the story, so just because the fic includes a ship doesn't mean it will go on the list. That means, many of them might feel more on the slice of life side of the spectrum, but that's not the case for all!!

There is going to be a mix of ships here so if you're interested in one in specific then use the search feature!

Started: 2024.08.28

Last Updated: 2024.09.02

note: feel free to check out my master list which has a bunch of Sakura Haruno fic recs (all organized)!

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To Build a Home - RedPowder || ao3 || E || kakasaku || canon divergence || ongoing

Sakura and Kakashi are assigned a mission that will change the path of their lives forever.

Kakashi and Sakura are forced to marry on orders from the village and I know that description sounds dumb, but trust me when I say this fic is gold. I've always had a hard time with kakasaku fics because I feel the whole teacher/student thing gets swept under the rug too easily, but that's not the case here. Their past relationship from team 7 is a glaring shadow over their marriage and the guilt over the whole situation weighs heavy on Kakashi. This mission isn't easy for either of them and it takes a lot of pull and tug to ensure things don't completely blow up. To Build a Home is probably one of my favorite takes on this ship as the portrayal feels realistic and the character feel accurate to themselves. Just give it a go!

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Approaching Sun - ANerdInAllHerGlory || ffn || T || sasusaku || blank period || ongoing

After 2 years, Sasuke returns to the village where friends anxiously await him. Still troubled by the mysteries of Kaguya and his personal guilt, Sasuke is split between friends and his journey. Troubled by rising casualties and international dependence on her abilities, Sakura is torn between her love for Sasuke and her duty to her village.

Approaching Sun is probably one of the most realistic depictions of Sasuke and Sakura's relationship that I have read. This takes place during the blank period and references the novels, so it feels like an actual possibility of what went down. As much as I love them, I have a hard time believing that their relationship was smooth sailing and so I think this is an interesting take.

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The Fool - thekatthatbarks || ao3 || T || shikasaku || blank period || complete

Ino kicked at a pebble on the ground, her arms folded across her chest. “How long?” Shikamaru sighed and pulled the cigarette away from his lips. “The war." It was a lie somewhat. He’d liked her since they were kids but had simply ignored the budding crush expecting it to fade over time. It hadn’t and by the time the war came around, he accepted he would always carry it despite his increasing efforts to drop it. He’d tried drowning it in the river, burning it in a fire, covering it up with something else. But it was all to no avail. It stuck with him, always apart of him. “Have you ever told anyone? Chouji? Her?” "No."

I actually really like Shikamaru and Sakura as a pairing (or just working together in general); however, I haven't read much of them. The Fool was a great post-war read where with some meddling (curtesy of Ino) we get to watch the progression of their relationship into something more than friends.

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Nightmare in Red - Sariasprincy || ao3 || M || itasaku || non-massacre AU || complete

Haruno Sakura used to think the eyes were the windows to the soul, but after witnessing the horrors of the Sharingan firsthand, she's convinced they are the doors. It was pure chance that led Sakura to the discovery of the disease eating through Uchiha Itachi's lungs and now that she's aware, she knows she cannot just turn a blind eye. But how is she to treat the very man who tortured her while at the same time keep her nightmares from consuming her? That she doesn't know, but she knows she has to try, even if it nearly kills her in the end.

Itachi unintentionally captures Sakura in his mangekyou after being rolled into the hospital for her to heal. While Sakura tries to work through the impacts of the genjutsu she continues to work with him in an effort to cure him of the disease infecting his body. I actually really liked how the whole thing played out. Itachi's sickness was sort of a mystery in the original series and so I found it rather interesting to see what was done in regards to it. Anyway, I love their interactions and Shisui is (like always) a great character as well.

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Blind - ObsidianSickle || ffn || sasusaku || T || canon divergent || complete

It was almost time, Orochimaru was going to take his body as a vessel. He hated being used...he refused to be used. With that thought, he took the kunai in his hand and slashed across his eyes.

I won't lie, Sakura is pretty weak in Blind and the whole thing is super cheesy, but it's still an enjoyable read.

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Ghosts - ElegiesforShiva || ffn || sausaku || M || blank period || incomplete

In love and loss, it often comes back to family, and Team 7 had always been fated, hadn't they? Deny it as she may, Sakura finds her heart strung to them with an uncanny reverence and the weight of their ghosts. Sakura-centric. Heavy, heavy angst. Slow burn Sasusaku. Canon pairings. Lots of friendship feels. Eventual (consensual) lemon.

Ghosts is a pretty dark read where basically everyone is suffering. Sasuke and Sakura in specific have an especially hard time coping with their individual struggles yet they find comfort in each other. Check TWs before going in

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Home is Where the Heart is - DeepPoeticGirl || ffn || sasusaku || T || blank period || complete

And with every moment together, they get just a little closer, a little more comfortable with each other. Fall a little more in love. Post-war. Pre-epilogue.

This fic is actually adorable! Taking place during the black period we get to see how Sasuke and Sakura's relationship slowly progresses. If you've always wondered what their travels were like then definitely check this one out.

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In Times of Peace - SouthSideStory || ffn || sasusaku || M || blank period || canon divergent || complete

The war is over, and like Konoha, Team 7 has rebuilt itself from the ground up. Everything has changed, but Sasuke and Sakura remain much the same. Eleven years, she thinks, is a long time to be in love.

Sakura and Sasuke have like a secret relationship going on. Also, Sakura as a jonin sensei is so good!! I really wish that someone from the original cast actually went down that route, but whatever.

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Labyrinthine - FM_White || ao3 || itasaku || M || canon divergence || complete

ItaSaku (Post Uchiha Massacre) AU: Some things are destined to be. It just takes a couple of tries to get there.ItaSaku. Light KakaSaku.

I actually really liked how this was done as team 7 is still a family, Sasuke didn't lose his mind, Itachi picked a much more respectable path imo, and the characters are all adults.

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Only a Crush by Gingersoup || ao3 || kakasaku || M || canon divergent || complete

It was supposed to be an easy, fun night out. She never intended to wake up in her sensei's bed, half-naked and with no memory of what happened the night before! As she tries to unravel the mystery of that night, something sinister is growing beyond the walls of the Leaf Village... and what was only a crush spirals wildly out of control.

Sakura is unwillingly thrust into the world of illegal drugs, trafficking, and sex all while coming to terms with her new feelings regarding her former sensei. I typically don't like kakasaku, but I think this work is done tastefully well. The characters are both adults and the immorality of the relationship is not ignored, so be prepared for a lot of "we can't," "this is wrong," etc.. Anyway, Sakura is an absolute powerhouse and I thoroughly enjoyed the relationship between all of the different characters and villages!

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Dreaming's End - thepiedsniper || ao3 || T || kakasaku || canon divergence || complete

Sakura didn't avoid the Infinite Tsukuyomi with the others, and all the events that happened afterward were simply the product of her dream-state. When Sakura finally wakes up from years spent in her personal "paradise," she must to learn how to start again. Kakashi is there to help her. ~*~ (TWs for genjutsu-related unreality)

Basically, imagine the entirety of Boruto was Sakura's dream in Infinite Tsukuyomi. When Sakura manages to breakout during the war she's left to deal with serious ramifications of the life she just lived. She finds herself constantly questioning what's real and Kakashi tries to help her through it.

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Mamihlapinatapai - FM_White || ao3 || E || itasaku || canon divergence || ongoing

Mamihlapinatapai・Yagan. (n.) a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something they both desire, but which neither wants to begin In which Sakura tries her hardest to raise one hell of a rambunctious baby by herself, Sasuke is searching for something unknown, and Itachi is the uncle.

In another life where Itachi doesn't end up dying and instead tries his best to help Sakura raise his niece in Sasuke's absence. It's my head canon that everyone came together to help with Sarada just like they did for Kuranai, and so Mamihlapinatapi satisfies that thought for me. I like how Sasuke was criticized in this since as much as I understand the necessity of what he's doing, I also find it completely unfair to his wife and daughter. Itachi and Sakura form a great bond and it's all very domestic and just super fluffy all around, which I love.

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Louder than Words - SouthSideStory || ao3 || T || sasusaku || non-massacre AU || complete

Sakura hasn’t uttered a single word since the day her family died, but Sasuke is determined to hear her, one way or another. (No Uchiha massacre AU.)

Sakura gets taken in by the Uchiha family after Fugaku finds her on a mission. She's been mute ever since, but that doesn't stop her and Sasuke from forming a close bond.

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Snake Bound - shefalls || ao3 || E || sasusaku || canon divergence || complete

"You... took me with you." "That's what I said." "To Orochimaru. You took me with you, to Orochimaru." Sasuke nodded curtly and shoved the medical kit a little more insistently into her hands. Sakura accepted, and prayed to every known god that Orochimaru would ignore her existence. She should've known the gods don't listen. Now only on AO3. Sequel up.

What if Sasuke took Sakura with him like she asked? Snake Bound explores that idea and it's honestly a very uncomfortable read. Their relationship is based off of the isolation and dependency their new situation puts them in. All they really have is each other and the new bond that brings is not a healthy one.

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Armour-Sleeved Single Hit - thatdamnuchiha || ao3 || T || madasaku || time travel AU || one-shot complete

Sasuke always told Sakura she was weak. Even after she trained with Tsunade for years he only had eyes for Naruto whom he considered strong. She would forever be invisible to him no matter how many mountains she toppled.Being a member of Team Seven despite Sasuke’s refusal to acknowledge her meant she got herself into her fair share of sticky situations. Getting stuck a hundred odd years in the past had to take the cake though.But she was just a weak little girl and compared to the shinobi of old she’d be ridiculously pathetic. Sasuke had said she was weak to him – a modern day shinobi who hadn’t been forced into battle after battle like they did in the Warring Clans Era. Obviously she’d be nothing more than a spec of dirt in the eyes of the Founders.

Sakura manages to find herself in founding-era Konoha! While trying to prove that medical ninja are capable fighters she unknowingly gains the affection of Madara Uchiha. After all, the Uchiha find beauty in strength. Super cute read!

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Always You - alex-halcyon || ffn || T || kakasaku || age swap AU || complete

[AU. Age-swap] Kakashi x Sakura. From academy days to the third shinobi war and beyond, Kakashi and Sakura grow up and fall in love.

Basically, Sakura takes Rin's place on the old team 7. The progression between the character is quite interesting as it definitely isn't smooth sailing for Kakashi and Sakura. However, even through everything they find themselves drifting towards each other. Pretty cute imo.

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interim - stannide || ao3 || T || sasusaku || blank period || one-shot complete

Sasuke lives with Sakura in the weeks after the war.

Interim is such a wholesome read where Sasuke and Sakura rekindle their former relationship. Super fluffy

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Hit Me With Your Best Shot - Tozette || ao3 || T || sasusaku || blank period || one-shot complete

Sasuke is actually eighteen the first time he looks at Sakura and realises abruptly that he wants her.

I think we all know by now that Sasuke has always been attracted to strength, power, so why not when it comes to romance? Essentially, one day on a mission, Sasuke discovers he has a strength kink. Watching him continuously get flustered throughout the fic because of his admiration towards Sakura's strength is so entertaining. Really fun read

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the problem with how time works - MurderMittens || ao3 || E || kakasaku || generation swap AU || complete

"I don't remember you being this uncomfortable when Kakashi was nine and had a crush on you," Ino pointed out neutrally. "You thought it was flattering before." She moved to pour more wine into their glasses as Sakura exhaled sharply out of her nostrils. "Obviously! It was fucking cute when he was a kid! But now he's..." she trailed off, gesticulating feebly. Ino, taking pity on her, finished the sentence: "Now he's a stone cold hottie who looks and sounds like he'd murder the ever-loving shit out of your vagina."

Sakura and Kakashi's generations swap place and boy is it entertaining. With Naruto as his sensei, of course Kakashi has met Sakura. Now that she's back in the village after years, Kakashi decides to try his best to win her over.

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on still water - summersirius || ao3 || T || shisaku || canon divergence || complete

and sometimes, there are days without rain. —shisui/sakura

I'm actually devastated that the author decided to not pursue the plot line after about chapter 15 (it was so good too), but On Still Water is great nonetheless. Some really cute Shisui x Sakura moments

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never let 'em know your next move - MirrorImage003 || ao3 || T || itasaku || non-massacre AU || one-shot complete

six times itachi is surprised by sakura, and the one time he's surprised by his mother.

Sort of drabble style moments between Itachi and Sakura and it's honestly adorable.

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Hatsukoi - sparklyfaerie || ao3 || sasusaku || gen || non-massacre AU || complete

Sasuke leans away as the girl turns to him, and his mother doesn't need to be any closer to guess as to the expression on his face. The girl's body language changes in an instant, and Mikoto recognizes the posture of a little girl in love. It's kind of adorable.

Probably one of the cutest sasusaku fics I have read as Hatsukoi follows them from genin to marriage! It's told in multiple perspectives and it's full of tooth rotting fluff. You get to watch the slow progression of their relationship over time and how they grow even closer in Naruto's absence. Definitely read is you want something light!

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Send me some recs if you have any to share! I'm generally fine with any ship as long as the story is good :)

[lizzy06]

Naruto Fic Recs!! (AO3)

Fandom Masterlist

Hey guys these are my favorite Naruto fics!! Hope u enjoy them too <3!!

No Paring

becoming the memory✨💖 by iinsomniatic(Time travel fix it, Jiraiya raises naruto) Out of options and about to die, Jiraiya writes a seal he’s sure isn’t going to work anyway. Then he wakes up, and damn it all, it’s October 10th. [ONGOING] From me to you: Unsent letters ✨✨by Lady_Ye(oneshot, suicide note)This made me cry so hard!! [COMPLETED]

Naruto Uzumaki x Sakura Haruno

Artistic purpose ✨by StormyInk (one shot, fluff) sai gets his new inspiration of drawing from his friends with which he also sets something off!! [COMPLETED] Just like me by bendingwing (oneshot, fluff)The beginnings of narusaku [COMPLETED] The Children of Omelas byFangirlJo (oneshot, Utopia, Dystopia, inspired by the one who walks away from omelas)She was 8 when she noticed the blonde boy in ragged clothing with bruises, sores and cuts all over him. She doesn't think the adults ever noticed him despite his bizarre looks, but she did.[COMPLETED] Date Night by TwinEnigma(oneshot Wingman sasuke, funny)In which Sasuke tries to do something nice for Naruto and Sakura's first anniversary. Hilarity ensues. [COMPLETED] Of pink and orange by FairyLetters (oneshot, reader is a spectator, fluff and angst)You watch as Sakura Haruno and Naruto Uzumaki come to an understanding that Sasuke Uchiha has left again.[COMPLETED] What now? by Kameodash(oneshot, after war)Naruto and Sakura try to cope with the trauma of the war together.[COMPLETED] Leaving You by THE_MAN42(oneshot, Love confession ,Sad ending)Naruto dies in her arms.[COMPLETED] Shinachiku and the Multiverse of...Wait There's a Multiverse?! by DuchessofChaos (time travel,falling in love) shinachiku travels to a world where his parents don't exist[ONGOING] Open Hearts by gabriella0807(post war,fluff)After the war there is a lot of work left to be done and many problems to be solved in the Shinobi world, while our heroes need to heal and move forward with their lives. [COMPLETED] Baby its you ✨by Behla(fake dating, friends to lovers, crush's wedding, single bed) Haruno Sakura finds herself in desperate need of a date for the wedding of a man she's been pining after for over eight years, in order to convince him and his bride that she's getting over him.[ONGOING]

Nara shikamaru x Ino Yamanaka

Red Ribbon by amuk(one shot,humour, friendship)They made a promise and Ino spent three years searching for Shikamaru to keep that promise. Time changes everyone, though, and Shikamaru looks cozy with his coworker, Temari. Some promises can't be kept. [COMPLETED]

In the forest 💖💖💖✨by SenkaHitomi(LadyTegan) - (post war, mission gone wrong, slow burn) shikamaru returns in catatonic state from a mission and ino must go into the labyrinth of his mind to bring shikamru back! [COMPLETED]

Its her again... ✨✨by atmymercy (Highschool au, pinning) Ino gets jealous of the girl who sits beside shika on his train and this leads to a whirlwind confrontation of her feelings..[COMPLETED]

Uchiha sasuke x sakura Haruno

Before the storm ✨by crissy_writes_garbage(Time travel to past, pregnant sakura)Sakura is pregnant and lost, a combination that leads to more trouble than necessary. Specially when you're lost in the past. [COMPLETED]

Gaara x Sakura Haruno

words that tie, ties that bind by Binxxx(soulmates, angst,SHUKAKU THE THERAPIST)During the chaos of the Chunin Exams, Sakura discovers who her soulmate is. [ONGOING] The four heavenly treasures by IRinna(arranged marriage, politics, friends-to-lovers)Princess Sakura of the Land of Fire is offered in a political alliance to the Land of Wind to help survive the incoming war. There she meets Gaara, leader of Wind and one of the champions of the Four Heavenly Treasures. [COMPLETED]

Uchiha Madara x Sakura Haruno

The Black bull by Vesperchan (oneshot, beauty and the beast elements)Based on the classic Scottish fairytale The Black Bull of Norroway.[COMPLETED]

Itachi Uchia(xf!reader)

Ikigai ✨by MissWriter97(arranged marriage, senju reader, alternate au) Uchiha Itachi gets married to the women he does not love to prevent the massacre! This is a lovely fic...[ONGOING]

Senju Tobirama(xf!reader)

A Step in Time by MizzGinger (senju tobirama x Princess! reader ,arrange marriage, time travel, second chances) This is and alternate au story with a lot of war time drama going on!! It has a brilliant set up!![ONGOING]

The Home I crave✨✨ by cafeinthemoon93( arranged marriage, angst, slowburn, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers )I really loved this fics, the detailing and pacing were chef's kiss!![HIATUS]

Some other pairing stories

Iruka x reader

Growing along the line✨✨💖 by FreakyPseudWriter(fake dating, strangers-to-friends-to-lovers, fluff)After a really bad day at your workplace you meet Umino Iruka, who quickly makes you open up to him. But you certainly didn't expect him to suddenly claim you two were romantically involved! [COMPLETED]

Sasori x Sakura Haruno

Bait and Hitch✨✨ by Aelynthi (fake dating, coworkers, crush's wedding)When Haruno Sakura finds out Sasuke is engaged, she does the only thing she knows to do in order to save her pride—she lies.[ONGOING]

[haridkrish]

These are some of my artworks from 2018 I think. At that I was trying so hard to become a good illustrator.. tried different styles and techniques of art and this is one of them. Eventually I left this style too. Dropping these here coz they ain’t bad. Hope you all like it :) thank you❤️

[mysteriouscrimsoneyes]

I've finally written a story for this drawing I did back in the summer (I will color it in when I have more time. Enjoy this MadaSaku Oneshot!

[luv-kakashi]

One of us is dead

chapter three | chapter five

chapter four - academy

"A genjutsu has blocked parts of her memories we're unable to navigate through them," said a blonde-haired ninja, "Though everything she told you so far checks out with the memories she has Lord Third."

"So she truly is an Uzumaki. She mentioned she moved to The Hidden Mist Village. Is this true Inoichi?" asked the Hokage.

"Her memories show her and a few clan members moving from Uzushiogakure to Kirigakure when she was young. However, there is about a year or two's worth of memories blocked from us. The furthest I can see too is her being taken to a room or a lab... Could it be that the Uzumaki is blocking us from seeing her memories?"

"I doubt that she can complete such a refined and powerful jutsu at such a young age," Kushina spoke up, breaking the very still silence, "Regardless, she is still a child, we must-"

"Do not let her age be an oversight Kushina. Children can be capable of anything. Look at that retched Uchiha. Shisui was it? The one who murdered his fellow teammate on the front lines. Do not talk of children as innocent beings. They are just as capable of destruction as we are," an elder spat with a look of disdain painted in his expression.

"Now, now Danzo. You mustn't judge our respected ninjas on baseless accusations," the Hokage remarked, "What else can you see in her memories Inoichi?"

"Y/N Uzumaki... she's a deeply damaged child," Inoichi admitted, "Her family, her experience in the academy in Kirigakure..., none of it is fitting for a child."

"I see," sighed the Hokage, "Regardless, she needs to be monitored whilst she is here in the village. Not to mention, we still do not know if there are any other Uzumaki's in the same position as her, or if they're alive even. And we still don't have a definitive reason as to why Y/N Uzumaki is on the run, more specifically who captured her and why."

The room becomes enveloped in silence. It was almost stifling as the suspicion settled in their minds.

"I'll see to it that an anbu member is dispatched to follow her, dismissed." The Hokage exclaimed as he dismissed the jounins from the meeting and sat back in his chair, leaving a single red-haired kunoichi with him.

Just who was Y/N Uzumaki? Who took her captive? Why are her memories blocked? 

"Lord third, is it okay if Y/N gets put on my team? We're one member short, you know, and I would love to give the poor girl some closure. She's an Uzumaki! And besides I refuse to-"

"I understand Kushina," the hokage interrupted, "I planned for her to join your team, being with another Uzumaki might give her some closure."

"Thank you Lord Third!"

By the time I made it to my apartment after my run-in with Zetsu, dawn had already broke in Konoha and sleep crept its way over my body. But that doesn't matter as long as I am with her.

Sumire leaned back in her chair, eyes half closed, letting her memories wash over her as she played with my hair.

"Do you remember," she began, her voice barely louder than a whisper, "the summer before I started at the academy, when we played in the attic pretending like it was our own world? We thought we were so smart, hiding from everyone, like no one could see us.""

"Of course I do! We used to drag every pillow and blanket in sight just to make a fort. Stay up late with a flashlight and you'd tell ghost stories, and I would always end up too afraid to sleep." I remarked as nostalgia filled the air around us.

Sumire chuckled at the memory, shrugging with a playful grin as she pinched my cheek, "I don't think I ever scared you. You were always the braver one."

We fell into a comforting silence as we listened to the evening cicadas hum their songs.

"I quite liked our little attic world," she said after a while, her voice soft and gentle as though the precious memory would shatter at any moment if she uttered those words any louder, "you, me and our little attic wor-."

The morning songs whistled by the birds drew me back to reality. I am no longer the innocent, naïve girl who can run up to her attic and pretend that this sick, twisted reality doesn't exist.

Oh well, this is going to be harder than I thought but for now all I can do is play the part of a girl on the run from a kidnapper whose missing her parents.

How ironic.

"SHIT! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" I yelled as I tried to shove my shoes on, tripping whilst doing so.

I rushed out of the door before hitting the railing of the apartment sidewalk. Sprinting down the stairs, I prayed to Kami that with some divine intervention I'd make it to the academy on time.

I ran through the halls and stood outside my classroom, listening in on the chatter and gossip between the other kids.

Perhaps this is my chance to start anew. A chance to have a normal childhood.

Taking in a deep breath, I slid the door open as the teacher greeted me, "Hello, I'm Kisuke sensei. Everyone, meet your new classmate."

"I'm Y/N Uzumaki. Please treat me well and I hope we can all get along." I said a bit too excitedly as I bowed down in front of my classmates.

I hoped on making a good impression them yet it must seem that the stars do take enjoyment in my failures as I tripped on the first step towards the desks.

Kami, just eat me alive.

At this point I'd rather be 7 feet under the ground then at the academy.

And of course, luck just wasn't on my side today.  The stifling silence was ripped by a multitude of laughs and jeers.

"Oh Kami, she just tripped!"

"How did she miss the step that's right in front of her?"

"Good luck becoming a shinobi with those reflexes." The children jeered, mocking the way I fell over, pointing out every single insignificant detail about the way I look and talk.

Kiri kids were nothing like this; they were much worse. Had I done this in Kirigakure, I would have been physically tormented. Just thinking about it makes my scars ache.

"IDIOTS! You all act as if you've never tripped before in your lives and besides did you just not hear who she is? She's from a famous shinobi clan. And to think you're going to graduate and become successful shinobi. You might just have more luck becoming a mute donkey but that would be an insult to all the mute donkey in the world! So shut it! You're ruining my sleep!" a voice yelled, annoyed by his petty classmates.

"Now, now Akira, no need to insult your peers like that. AND STOP SLEEPING IN MY LESSONS!"

Before he could yell a string of profanities, the Akira boy held his tongue before letting out a barely audible 'Hn'.

What a bipolar child.

He shouts snarky remarks yet his vocabulary seems as broad as a toothpick. Interesting.

"Apologies Y/N-chan. And for that lovely public display, Y/N chan is going to tail you for the rest of the day so she gets a feel for academy life." Kisuke sensei retorts as he points to a now sleeping Akira, who has his head between his arms, "Don't you dare ignore me young man!"

"Whatever." Akira yawned as he waved his hand lazily.

"Please take a seat by Akira Kuran whose over there, Y/N chan." Sensei said pointing his finger to a now sleeping boy.

I slowly made my way to the sleeping child. His demeanor was amusing to say the least but I can't break out of character; remember who you are, a runaway, a nothing. As I took my seat next to the very clearly disinterested  Akira, I heard him mumble something into his arm loud enough for the both of us to hear.

"Donkey"

The academy -to say the least- was uneventful. Children learning about chakra, its natures and control. Children were only learning them now at age 12. Did kids in Konoha have it this easy?The village hidden in the mist subjected every young child to violence and pain. The village was  heralded as the 'blood mist village'.

By age 8 I was forced to fight against the children I spent the last 5 years of my life with. Forced to mercilessly kill my friends for the prospect of graduating the academy.

"Psst Akira! It's time for lunch." I whispered, chuckling at his half sleepy state.

"Huh? Guess it's time to go sleep under the tree then" he muttered as he sluggishly dragged his legs down the steps, stopping a few centimeters into the corridor. I followed him through the academy halls before I knocked onto his back, falling onto the floor during the process.

"You know, when I called you a donkey, I didn't think you'd take it to heart and start following me like one."  He chuckled before turning around to give me a hand.

"Jerk! You're supposed to be my guide." I said as I turned my head away from his gaze, pouting towards the wall.

"Pout any longer and your lip will reach the floor, donkey." he laughed, still holding out his hand for me. I reluctantly took his hand and stood up. We made our way through the academy training grounds until Akira stopped and lied down on the grass under the tree.

"What are you doing?" I asked

"Learning how to fly. What do you think I'm doing? I'm watching the sky."

"I can see that Bakakira. Why aren't you eating lunch?"

"Meh I'm not hungry."

"Well, let's see why you enjoy watching the sky." I said as I lied down, letting the soft grass cushion my back, "I must admit the skies here are much prettier than the skies back in the hidden mist village, whether it be the blue skies of the day or dusk or dawn or even midnight, the skies always make me feel at peace."

"I used to watch the skies with my dad every day when I was younger and I love to still do it now. I feel like I can connect with him this way."

"I think that's quite admirable, Akira-kun.  Watching the skies gives me some sort of comfort, it is constant which gives me hope that things will get better."

"I'm glad you are staying hopeful during this. I heard what had happened, my mum serves as an elite bodyguard to the hokage, I hope you find your family soon."

"That means a lot Akira-kun, thank you."

"Of course, nothing I wouldn't do for a friend." He said as he turned his head to face mine and smiled.

"Who knew Akira-kun had a lil soft side to him." I chuckled

"Way to ruin the moment donkey."

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Suspicion brews amongst the elite shinobi as Y/N Uzumaki starts Academy life.

And although the floor naturally calls her name, Y/N has found company with the ever-so sarcastic Akira.

How will she adapt to her new life?

(I hope you are enjoying the story so far!) Loving you always, Suri���

[rashidax2]

how naruto characters stub their toes

act like it was nothing and carry on:

kakashi, kurenai, sasuke, neji, tenten, itachi, shino, kakuzu

starts crying:

hinata, tobi

curse and then walk off to go heal it:

tsunade, ino, sakura, tenten, shikamaru, kankuro, orochimaru, kabuto

laughs at themselves then moves the chair outta the way:

asuma, konan, kisame

throws a fit, curses at it, sobs violently, holds tf out of it, then feel embarrassed at how much they overreacted about it:

might gai and rock lee (they cry together), NARUTO, HIDAN, KIBA, JIRAIYA

has never stubbed their toe:

madara

[shyyynobi]

You Are My Fate Update

Hellllooooooo darlings!

Surprise update!

It is me, I am alive. There's no excuse. This update took way too long.

For whoever is still here, I hope you enjoy it~~~~

Fingers crossed I can write smaller chapters and get this baby written up and finished within the next fifteen chapters or so. Thank you for taking the time to read! If you're a new reader, I hope you enjoy the journey!

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[raebiis]

I’m a lover of rare!pairs in Fanfic.

I especially love when there’s an underlying trait that tends to be present in rare!pairs. For example: currently I’m reading a lot of Madara x Sakura.

The common denominator between each fic? He finds the fact that she’s strong enough to toss him around a bit to be unequivocally hot.

The best comparison I can make is- “Stoic Warlock simps for Bubbly Barbarian (who doubles as a Cleric)”.

[sasukeuchiha-24]

Sasuke Uchiha

[23raccoons]

Summary:

Candy floss hair, messily tied in a bun atop her head, pieces falling around her face, and downcast eyes. Pale skin splotchy, blotchy, patches of red across her cheeks and nose, face puffy. A handful of tissues balled in one shaky fist. The very top of a scent patch peeking out from where her hood bunches at her neck. She shuffles, nervously, to Hashirama’s side.

Beside him Shisui lowers his pistol, the others stiffen. Madara can’t smell her, scent patch daming her pheromones, but he knows, just as he knows his love for his dying brother, and his hatred for Tobirmara, what she is.

Omega.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Suicide Relationships: Haruno Sakura & Uchiha Madara, Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Izuna,  Additional Tags: Suicide, Graphic descriptions of injury, Medical Inaccuracies, medical gore, Guns, Gunshot Wounds, Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Angst, Hurt No Comfort

Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

-Shakespeare romeo & juliet

friday 10:36 pm

The rain comes down a torrential downpour, hard and heavy. Tobirama is holding Sakura upright, gripping her upper arms, trying to shake her from her shock. One hand is still holding the pistol, the metal warm against her rain shilled skin. Sirens sound in the distance. Tobirama shakes her again. She tries to focus through the dazes she’s floating in.

“Go home.” He commands her, lips and teeth crashing against hers, like he would devour her if he could. “Run. As fast as you can. Pretend you were never here.”

He removes his jacket, throwing it around her shoulders. She takes off, rain swallowing her whole.

saturday 12:05 am

Rain patters against the window of the small dim hospital room, apathetic to Madara’s melancholy. He sits, sentry, in a small folding chair, over his sleeping brother. Elbows on knees, he rests his face in his palms. One leg is bouncing, he cannot get it to stop. Wires and tubes attach quietly beeping and whirring machines to Izuna, his beloved little brother, supporting his life force. The doctors say there is nothing else they can do, but wait, cranking up the morphine drip. He will be gone before morning.

“We have neither the healers nor technology to do more than ease his passage,” the old doctor tells him, a hand on his shoulder. “It would take a miracle even at a top hospital, with a fully trained healing staff, to save him.”

The Uchiha clan is dying. Running out of funds. Running out of alphas. Running out of time. Cursed. The hospital is barely operating. An ER bay. An operating room. One floor of less than twenty patient rooms, manned by two doctors and a handful of nurses. Everything is outdated, old technology strung together by the janitor, an attempt to make the equipment to last as long as possible.

Senju Tobirama will die at dawn.

A vibration in his pocket, alerts him to yet another message rolling in. Madara’s been ignoring them for hours now, Obito stands guard outside, he will let him know of anything of real importance. He wipes his checks, removing traces of fallen tears. Izuna is in agony, a slow, painful death, coming in and out of conscience.

“I swear to you little brother,” he whispers, leaning forward to place a kiss on the other man’s forehead. “I will kill Tobirama. I would kill every last Senju, to avenge you. And if I fail, we will be meeting again, sooner, rather than later. Goodbye, my brother”

Leaning back in his uncomfortable hard plastic seat, Madara closes his eyes. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. One of the beta nurses–perhaps the one Itachi is dating, if he were in the mood to care– comes in to check on vitals and bandages.

“They need changed again,” she explains, softly. Madara nods, he’s not too familiar with the medicinal arts, but even he knows it’s not a favorable omen, Izuna blood seeping out from the bandages to pool on the threadbare sheets of the hospital bed. He steps out into the hall, sliding the large glass panel back into place.

Inside the room, the metallic, copper tang of Izuna’s blood overpowered the usual hospital smells, but out in the hallway, air purifiers whirring, it mostly just smells of chemical disinfectant. Obito greets him with a frown and a nod, not meeting his eyes. Obito is odd, at best, but his loyalty to Madara is unwavering, a perfect guard dog. He ignores the younger man, choosing to busy himself with a styrofoam cup of low-quality coffee that only ever seems to be found in hospitals.

“Madara,” Obito half shouts, to get his attention. Madara spins, had Izuna taken a turn for the worse in the few steps to the coffee station? The room door is still slid shut, Obito’s on the phone, one hand over the mouthpiece as he’s shouting.

“Mada-” Obito is shushed by several of the betas sitting at the nurses station. He hands the phone out, “It’s Itachi.”

Madara slowly slides the phone up to his ear, this better be fuckin good, calling at a time like this. “Talk.”

“It’s the Senju,” Itachi ever straight to the point, keyboard clicking in the background. He’s set up surveillance in the tiny security office of the hospital. “One car, approaching the hospital. It’s Senju Hashirama’s personal vehicle.”

Fucking Hashirama, always meddling where he doesn’t belong. A soft hearted alpha, coming to beg Madara to spare his own brother. The time for peace is passing, with each of Inuza’s shaky breathes, as he inches closer to death.

“Come,” he barks at Obito. The two men take the rickety elevator down to the entrance floor, it clanks and clunks and grinds, the Uchiha have little to fund the hospital, and elevator maintenance does not appear to be high on the budget’s priority list. Itachi, lightly weezing, from his jog from the dark hole of the hospital's security office, joins them in the lobby. Sasuke and Shisui hovering near the front door, one standing guard, the other with his face pressed up against the glass, squinting out into the darkness. Full tactical gear. Ammored. Weaponed.

Here, in this hospital, are the last five alphas of the Uchiha clan. Izuna, dying upstairs. Itachi’s no better, the disease rotting his lungs leaves him winded at a flight of stairs. Obito swallows down suppressants like they’re candy, pretending, that he is nothing more than a beta. Sasuke's too hot-tempered, too young, too green behind the ears. Barely more than a pup, Sasuke had been the last alpha born into the pack, nearing two decades ago. Never an omega, not since long before Madara’s time. A curse on their family, handed down from generation to generation. (Shisui is a beta, but fuck is he fast. Quicker than most alphas.)

Cursed with hate. Doomed to fail. Packs are best held together, when centered around an omega. Someone who nurtures, and cherishes, and loves. Calming. Appeasing. An alpha wants nothing more than an omega of his own, to protect, to hold, to knot, bear and raise his pups. Alpha-alpha and alpha-beta couples can produce either alphas and betas, while beta-beta couples typically will only produce betas. Omegas come only from alpha-omega parentage.

And omegas, unfortunately, tend to not survive the curse of the Uchiha clan.

friday 10:34pm

Tobirama's hand wraps around Sakura’s throat. Frowning, he uses the barrel of the gun to brush a lock of hair out off her forehead. Her shaking hands twist into the front of his shirt.

“Tobirama, please,” she begs him, tears tributaries to the rain running down her face, panicked. “Please, I didn’t know, you have to believe me. I would never do that to you, alpha. Never”

He shushes her. His hand moves back, gripping her by the hair to tilt her head, exposing the smooth column of her throat. He leans in nosing her scent gland, breathing deeply.

“Of course you didn’t know,” He coos, mouth skimming her neck. “Silly little omegas have no need to know things. They just need to do what their alpha’s tell them, isn’t that right?”

He used his grasp on her hair to nod her head up and down in agreement. Teeth scrape over her sensitive scent glands, the threat looming between them. A bite, following an alpha fight, would likely send her canvaulting into a heat. A whine escapes her high pitched and needy. Everything feels distant, like a dream. Or a nightmare.

saturday 12:17 am

The doors whoosh open and the group follows him outside. A car splashing through the parking lot, seeking shelter from the downpour in the light of the overhang of the entrance. Madara blinks, activating the Sharingan and time slows. Lighting flashes, illuminating looming jagged buildings, like the city's teeth. The rain dampens the streetlights, leaving everything outside the carport inky and dark.

Four figures emerge, leaving a smaller one- a child perhaps- sitting in the backseat of the sedan, safe behind bulletproof glass. Two men wrestle a third to his knees, muzzled, hands cuffed behind his back and ankles shackled, binding wrists to ankles. The fourth, strides towards Madara, pulling a leather glove off.

“Madara,” he says, stretching out a hand as he walks. Madara’s hand moves over his holster. Shisui has his pistol pulled, a true quick-draw at heart, aimed at the approaching man. He slows, holding both hands up a gesture of surrender.

“I come for peace, old friend,” Senju Hashirama states, frowning. He looks disheveled, hair unbound, the top buttons of his white collared shirt are undone, tie long gone. Sleeves roughly pushed up, exposing his forearms. Dress pants, oxford shoes. A gun in his shoulder holster.

“Peace,” Madara spits. “You come for peace, while my brother dies above us? I will know no peace until Tobirama is dead. I will kill every Senju who dares try and stop me.”

“If your brother lives now, there is hope for him yet,” he says it like an old proverb, words of wisdom. But Izuna is not a Senju, meant to survive and thrive, he is an Uchiha, damned for life.

“I care not for your adages Senju. Why are you here?”

“I believe we can come to an agreement, I wish not to start another war with the Uchihas.”

Madara wants no part in an agreement, unless it's one that will cause Tobirama to suffer the same pain he endured. The same pain Izuna suffers.

“Will you agree to the death of your own brother?”

Hashirama pauses, mulling over his thoughts to find the right words.

“Perhaps, we would be able to find someone’s whose life you would find comparable to my dearest brothers?”

The chained figure, lunges, as best he can, snarling under his mask. He’s pulled back to place by the other two Senju’s. Tobirama, strapped and chained. Delivered to Madara’s front door.

“Hush,” Hashirama commands the still struggling to escape Tobirama, he collapses under the weight of his superior alpha. “This whole mess is your fault to begin with.”

Tobirama and Izuna, hot tempered both of them, had encountered each other in the parking lot outside a popular restaurant in Downtown Kohana. One offense, leads to another, and the two were brawling. Fists and teeth and fury. The details are blurry- witnesses few and far between in the rain storm. Tobirama wins the quarrel, rising to fire five shots into the fallen man.

“No one is worth your brother in my eyes, unless you’re offering to take his place, Senju.”

“Ah,” Hashirama says, a little to pleased, in just the way Madara, eyes narrowing, knows he’s been tricked. “So you would be open for agreement?”

“You. Or him.” Madara states firmly.

“What if, old friend,” Hashirama smiles, “there is another option? Someone willing to take Tobirama’s place?”

Blood is being shed now, as it will after this conversation is over, slowly leaking out of Izuna. There is no one else to vindicate the death of his brother. No one to right this wrong. Even the death of Tobirama doesn’t feel like it would fill the hole in his heart. The blackness slowly creeping over his mind and soul.

“Although, you may choose to keep this one alive, old friend. A life for a life, per say.” Madara is not in the mood for Hashirama’s games.

Hashirama motions, and one of the standing Senjus opens the back door of the car, extending a hand to aid the last person out. Tobirama is struggling again, but Hashirama leaves him be this time. A hand, manicured and polished, emerges first. Pink, almond shaped nails. A girl, in sneakers and leggings and a too-big Kohana University hoodie, topped with an oversized rain jacket.

Candy floss hair, messilly tied in a bun atop her head, pieces falling around her face, and downcast eyes. Pale skin splotchy, blotchy, patches of red across her cheeks and nose, face puffy. A handful of tissues balled in one shaky fist. The very top of a scent patch peeking out from where her hood bunches at her neck. She shuffles, nervously, to Hashirama’s side.

Beside him Shisui lowers his pistol, the others stiffen. Madara can’t smell her, scent patch daming her pheromones, but he knows, just as he knows his love for his dying brother, and his hatred for Tobirmara, what she is.

Omega.

“This is Senju Sakura,” Hashirama introduces, a hand on the girls back, “she’s a very talented healer and-“

“You dare mock me in such a way,” Madara scowls, enraged, at insult upon insult, “interrupting my vigil, my brother's death, with the insult of a peace offering? A healer? An omega one at that?!”

Madara’s half yelling, half growling. Words echoing off the concrete ceiling. The omega shrinks into herself, knees unsteady underneath her body, at the aura of his anger, the pheromones of a furious alpha. Hashirama has to grip her elbow, to keep her on her feet.

“Not just any healer,” Hashirama clarifies. “And not just any omega.”

Madara raises an eyebrow with his seriously dwindling patience. Hashirama gently nudges the girl forward, into the space between the once-friends. As she moves, unsteady feet, one foot in front of the other, Tobirama pulls and pulls, until one of the chains gives with a snap.

“SUBMIT, TOBIRAMA!” Hashirama has finally lost its patience. The force of the command has Tobirama back on his knees. Forehead kissing the concrete. Strong enough to bring beta Shisui to a kneel. Sasuke has one arm around Itachi, who’s shaken.

The little omega has not fared well at the order either. Sprawled out belly down on the pavement, limp and breathing heavily, one hand outstretched towards Madara’s heavy boot. Hashirama is watching him, he can feel it, as he squats to inspect the fallen girl. The men behind him tense, wary of the girl, or Madara’s every growing hostility. She has somewhat piqued Madara’s curiosity. What has Tobirama so concerned for her?

Tobirama is a notorious playboy, dating women after women. Often caught by paparazzis outside high end gentalmen’s clubs and expensive whorehouses. Never one to be tied down. He had probably fucked more omegas than Madara had ever met, living in the slums on the outskirts of Kohana’s walls.

“If this is a trick-” Madara starts.

“No tricks.” Hashirama promises. “Sakura attended The Lady Katsuyu Academy, learning the healing arts. Top of her class, an exceptional student. A remarkable talent really.”

The omega, Sakura, scrambles back to sitting, putting some distance between herself and a raging alpha. One quivering hand curls in the neckline of her hoodie. A mediocre attempt at protecting soft flesh from snapping jaws. She’s a pretty thing. Thick pink hair looks soft to the touch, a slight urge to wrap his fingers in it and pull her in for closer inspection. Jade eyes wide, watery tears, seem to glow against puffy red skin. No make-up, a galaxy of freckles dot her cheeks and nose. Checks still just slightly rounded with baby fat, she’s young, likey younger than Sasuke. A purple diamond adorns the center of her forehead, the mark of a master healer.

Madara has never been close to a young omega such as this, usually rutting in local brothels with older more experienced omegas, as the time between awakening and first heat is often dangerous for those left unprotected. After perfuming, they’re kept under careful supervision, always chaperoned. Upper society, high class omegas, will often debutante, for wealthy alphas and packs to bid on to mate.

The hand not grasping at her throat is bleeding. Scraped across the pavement in her fall, blood drips off her palm. She cups it close, and it starts to glow, reminiscent of the cyan neon lights of the city. He can see the way her chakra flows through her body, pooling in eddies around the injury.

“Show him,” Hashirama suggests, a careful eye on the situation playing out. She obeys tipping the heel of her injured hand up, finders down, exposing the torn flesh of her palm, stretching her arm out.

Madara leans forward, one hand touches the ground to keep his balance, reaching for the glowing hand with his own. Healing is a dying skill, few are able to master, a long and difficult journey. It’s rare for a healer, especially one that’s not born into a healing clan, to manage much more than cuts and scrapes and bruises. The glow is cool, soothing, steady. Perhaps, if Madara wasn’t so enraged at the moment, it would have a calming quality.

Hashirama talks, as she heals herself, “Earlier today, Sakura accepted her highest bid price, a mate proposal. The omega-price includes among other things, a large house in a nice neighborhood on Kohana’s Upperside, a reasonable vehicle-a small suv- for the omega to use, a substantial college fund, and a moderate allowance.”

The cut on the omega’s hand heals quickly, skin neatly zipping itself back together, Her control is impressive, no chakra lost in the healing process.

“While Sakura’s omega-price will be donated to the Uchiha clan as a dowry. And the Institution will be paid for their silence on the matter.”

Odd, for the Senju to be so amiable on the matter. While not being much to Hashirama, practically king of this town, the small fortune the omega is worth is enough to give Madara pause. It’s a bribe, to further tempt Madara into accepting the girl. He lets go of her hand, to grab her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. His thumb brushes over her plush bottom lip.

“Who’s bid was it, omega?” he demands to know, pulling her face closer to his own. Emerald meets crismon, sharingan searching her eyes for signs of truth. Her mouth parts slightly, he can feel her warm breath against his thumb. His pinky slides down her neck, rubbing where the scent patch adheres to skin. She’s trembling in his grasp. A very dangerous place for her to be, all things considered.

“Senju Tobirama,” A whisper, lips kissing his thumb as she speaks. He spits. She flinches in his grasp as it hits her cheek.

“Do not speak his name again.” Not given with an alpha command, but it’s meant to be obeyed nonetheless. She nods, unable to form words. He lets go of her, wiping his hand on his shirt in an act of mock disgust.

He stands, facing Hashirama. “If you intend to deceive me, Senju-”

“Please,” Hashirama begs, “Take the girl. Bring her to your brother. If she cannot help him, she surely can give you something to help ease the pain of his passing. I wish not to start a war.”

“If you are lying to me, Senju Hashirama, I’ll kill you myself.”

Tobirama is fighting against his chains again, as they load him into the car. Hashirama joins him in the back seat and the car pulls off, vanishing into the rain. Shisui is helping the omega to her feet, Itachi hovering over, offering her his cleanest handkerchief.

“Move out,” he barks, stomping his way back inside. Shisui guides the girl, with a hand on her back. To the elevators. All cram into the metal machine, it thunks and whines, as it brings them up. Sakura presses close to the door, covering her nose with her jacket sleeve, overwhelmed at the number of alphas sardined in the lift. She sucks in deep breathes, of the chemically freshen air when the doors slide open.

Madara directs her into Izuna’s room. Itachi stays in the hall, lingering by the nurses station. The other Uchiha’s hover, half in, half out of the hall.

friday 10:32 pm

one

two

three

four

five

Shots fired into the struggling body. Her ears ring. He falls limp, to the ground. Sakura screams, covering her mouth with a shaky hand. And now the guns trained on her. Tobirama watching over the barrel with narrowed eyes.

“Did you know him? The truth. Now.” he orders. Sakura sways in her spot, feeling like she’s going to be sick. Lie, she thinks. Lie, lie, lie. She shakes her head no, and Tobirama must not think this a good enough answer. He stands close, holding the gun to her temple. She swallows.

“One more chance, little omega,” he sneers. “A simple one, easy enough for even your little brain to understand. Did you know him?”

A little more of the truth, to make the lie more believable.

“I-I saw him around campus, nothing more. Tobi, you-you have to believe me, please.” She’s hiccupping and sobbing, stammering her way through the words.

saturday 12:38 am

Sakura rushes to Izuna’s bedside, shrugging off her jacket and throwing it haphazardly across the chair. Her hoodie follows, leaving her in a tight white tank top. She pauses, hands hovering over Izuna’s chest. He is covered in sweat, muscles tense, face scrunched in pain.

“May I touch him?” She asks Madara, who stands on the opposite side of the bed, feet spread, arms crossed. He dips his head in approval, and she begins.

One hand on his forehead, one on his chest. Head bowed, eyes closed. She begins to circulate electric blue chakra throughout Izuna’s body. Almost immediately, he relaxes, settling into the bed.

“You may hold his hand if you’d like,” she suggests softly, after several minutes. “Give him something to ground himself to this world by.”

Madara heeds her advice, taking Izuna’s hand between his own. Obito fetches him a folding chair, and stands guard by the door. Madara watches her work, eyes narrowed in scrutiny. The machines calm as she works. Slowing from frenzied beeps, into a steady rhythm. Chakra coils, pooling in the most vital areas. She stands like this, for the better part of an hour, occasionally shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

In the dim hospital room, the red and blue lights of the machines glow. Like the neon bar signs lighting up downtown Kohana on this stormy night. Like the flashing lights of the cop cars when he had pulled up on the scene. He blinks, until he is back in the hospital, instead of watching them load his brother into the ambulance.

friday 10:31 pm

Tobirama is on top of the other alpha, pinning him down. His fist slams down on Izuna’s head again and again. Sakura’s trying to pull him off, yelling that someone has called the cops. He lets her pull him off, letting her help him to his feet. She’s moving him away from Izuna, who’s struggling to roll over and get back on his feet.

He unholsters his pistol, twisting to aim at the other alpha.

saturday 1:42 am

“You, by the door, fetch a nurse please,” the girl gives the order in a manner of something who’s used to being obeyed. Obito looks to Madara for approval, before sliding open the door and passing the message to Itachi.

Izumi enters within moments, squeezing through the group at the door, nervously approaching the end of the bed. She introduces herself, “Nurse Uchiha, at your service.”

“An instrument table, please, Nurse Uchiha.” Sakura requests.

“Yes, ma’am.” Izumi nods and shoos the peanut gallery back out of the door. She returns, moments later, with a metal rolling tray, situating it next to Sakura.

“Thank you. Fresh sheets next please, Nurse Uchiha. Pillows and blankets. Oh, and ice water.”

Sakura pulls out, one by one, all the invasive tubing and wires attached to Izuna. Dumping them onto the tray. She leaves the iv tube attached to his chest, the oxygen tube under his nose, and the monitor beeping in sync with his heartbeat. Izumi returns, a mountain of linens in arm. Sakura instructs her in piling them around the bed, intending to roll Izuna onto his side. She takes several large swallows of water, out of the straw of the cup Izumi is holding, wiping what spilled off on her shoulder.

“You’ll have to help us.” She tells Madara. She really is a bossy thing. “One hand here, and one here, we’ll move on three, to turn him towards you.”

As per Sakura’s orders, she has one hand behind Izuna’s head and one slipped under his back. Across the bed, Madara has one hand on Izuna’s shoulder and one on his hip. Izumi by his legs, on Sakura’s side.

“Gently now. One, two, three.”

They roll Izuna, up towards Madara, up on his side. She does most of the work, rolling Izuna’s much heavier body, Madara mostly just helps to balance him. Sakura directs Izumi to tuck pillows to prop him up and place waterproof pads over the blood pooled sheets. Madara holds back a gag at the sight of a dented skull, cracked chipping bone sticking out of a tear in Izuna’s scalp. Sakura quickly has the spot hidden with a glowing hand. The other leaving Izuna’s chest for a few small adjustments of the bedding.

Madara distracts himself from the gore, examining the careful folds of the blankets at the foot of the bed. If he didn’t know any better he would say it’s almost like some depraved, vile nest, blood soaked, scratchy hospital linens. Sakura toes off her shoes, and gets another drink of water. Surely, she doesn’t mean to get in the bed with Izuna.

She does, in fact, mean to get in the bed, clambering awkwardly over the railing and pillow piles, one hand on his brother at all times. She curls up behind his back, like two spoons slotted together. Forehead pressed into the space where the back of his neck meets his shoulders. The other hand returns to the middle of his back.

The omega’s eyes close. The pair settle, falling into a steady pattern of breathing. Madara sits down in his chair, covering Izuna’s hand with his own. The blue glow intensifies, a low vibration rolls through. It’s not his phone this time, instead reverberating through Izuna. It takes Madara a moment or so to realize the little omega is purring.

Omega’s typically purr when happy, safe, content. To ease ruffled alphas and soothe crying babies. In the safety of their nests, piled high with fluffy pillows and soft blankets and heavy quilts. Not while sharing a hospital bed, covered in the blood of the alpha their betrothed had beaten nearly to death, plugging up oozing bullet holes. And yet, here this one is, purring like there's nowhere else she’d rather be.

friday 10:20 pm

Izuna waits in the parking lot, invisible under the tint of his windows, scrolling social media. Rain patters on the windows, dampening the noise outside. Tobirama escorts his soon-to-be bride across the parking lot, playing the part of a happy couple. He’s holding an umbrella, shielding her from the rain, and any prying eyes trying to sneak a peak of her.

Izuna catches, just a glimpse, as Tobirama shuts her in the passenger seat. He pulls the handle of his own door. Stepping out in the rain.

saturday 5:26 am

The doctor rounds to check on Izuna, tucked in the gruesome makeshift nest with the omega healer, for nearing four hours now. Madara follows the doctor into the hall, sliding the door shut behind him.

“Will it work?” Madara asked the doctor. Izuna nearing his life expectancy with the warm hues of sunrise dancing on the walls. The doctor sighs.

“It’s hard to tell. The omega is doing a lot of intricate, delicate work, to heal the worst of the damage. I’ve never seen anything like it. Likely, she is still all that is keeping him alive at this point, but she cannot keep healing forever, she will run out of chakra eventually. I do not know if it will be enough to save him.”

Madara nods, he had been afraid of that. He thanks the doctor, and enters the room next to Izuna’s. The pack has set up some in here, having moved Itachi’s equipment up from the security room.

Sasuke, Shisui, and Obito rotate between standing outside the door, and prowling the halls. Itachi rests on one of the hospital beds, watching security feeds on his tablet.

Madara slumps across the other, exhausted. Itachi’s raises, to hand Madara a thick stack of papers. Information gathered on the girl.

Haruno Sakura had been born to a distant branch of the Senju family. A student with promising skills, the Senju sponsored both her time at the Katsuyu Omega Academy and her current schooling at the university. She had received several bids, all vetted by the Omega Institution, Tobirama’s offer signed and dated, time stamped just past four o'clock yesterday afternoon. Nothing unordinary.

Among the papers, a print out of one of her social media posts. Geotagged at a pizzeria popular with the college crowd. Timestamped just past eight the night before. A small hand holding a seltzer, tapping together with a ice filled lowball glass in a much more masculine hand, over partially eaten pizza pie. No faces or bodies. The smaller hand, tipped with a pink manicure, tilts the can just-right for the light to catch on the small diamond ring on her fourth finger.

friday 10:22 pm

“Senju Tobirama,” Izuna calls through the rain. The other man stops in his tracks.

It will be Tobirama or him. A fight to the death. If he cannot have her, he wishes not for this world any longer.

friday 3:15

Tobirama stops by Sakura’s little apartment unexpectedly. He can smell it the moment she opens the door. She’s perfumed. Light and sweet, he can taste it on his tongue. He steps inside her apartment, wrapping his arms around her.

“We will go now, to the Omega institute to fill out your paperwork. We’ll stay in your new nest tonight, together.”

She’s shaking, crying, he takes it for nervousness. An omega’s first heat can be a difficult time for them. He pets her hair gently. “Don’t worry, my sweet omega, I’ll take care of you. I’ll even take you out to eat tonight, at that little pizza place you like so much, so celebrate.”

saturday 5:47 am

Madara reenters Izuna’s room, Sakura is awake, purring and crying. He takes his seat, and his brother's hand. Obito stands by the door, staring at his boots.

“I can do no more, " she says softly, voice breaking. “It’s time”

“Good-bye, little brother,” he says, leaning forward to press a kiss to Izuna’s forehead. The glow fades from his body, breathing slows, heart beat slows. And Madara can feel it, Izuna is gone. The omega’s purrs turn to sobs, heavy and gasping for breath. Time slows, as they cry in harmony.

Once she runs out of energy for tears, she sits. Madara rises, walks around the bed to help her out. To help her lay Izuna’s body face up, hands resting on his chest. She covers him with a fresh sheet, tucking him up to his chin.

She collapses into the folding chair with her jacket on it. Head tilted back, exhausted. Madara stand awkwardly next to her, unsure what to do now. His phone vibrates, he ignores it.

Shouting in the hall, a commotion. Madara turns his back to the omega, squaring his body between her and the door, as it slides open.

saturday 6:12 am

“It was you or her, brother,” Hashirama’s tone is firm, steadfast. Tobirama’s just coming off the sedative they’d shoved in his neck to get him back in the car. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen his brother this angry before. “Madara will demand justice for Izuna, blood payment. I will not have another war started, because of this. Give me the gun, so I can get rid of it.”

Tobirama huffs and rolls his eyes, reaching to his holster for his pistol, coming up with nothing but air. He looks from his empty hand, to Hashirama’s widening eyes.

“Tobirama, where is it?”

saturday 6:13 am

Itachi’s in the middle of a coughing fit as his phone rings.

Unknown number.

'Hello?' He answers. It comes out as a cough. The person on the other end cares not.

“A gun,” they say, masculine, rushed, words slamming together. Desperate. “The omega has a gun.”

The phone falls from Itachi’s fingers and another round of coughing over takes him. He struggles to the door, sliding it open. Sasuke rushes to his side, as he struggles to the next door. Coughing. Coughing. Coughing. Shisui, down the hall frowning, makes his way down the hall.

Itachi claws at the door, before Sasuke so graciously pulls it open for him. He stumbles into Obito, knocking him off balance.

Three more coughs before any words come out. “Omega.” Another cough “Gun.”

Bang.

saturday 6:49 am

Senju Hashirama has arrived. The light of sunrise tints the room pink, daybreak. The rain has slowing to barely a drizzle. Madara had tucked Sakura in next to Izuna, covering them both in the bloody sheets. He sits on the plastic chair her jacket sits on. Leaning his elbows on his knees. One leg bouncing. Hashirama peeks under the sheet, before sitting across from him. Neither man says anything. Ruminating in silence.

“I am truly sorry, Madara, more than you can ever know.” Hashirama breaks first. “Tobirama believes that they knew each other somehow. He admitted Sakura had been, not only at the fight, but the main cause of it. Izuna challenged Tobirama for the right to an omega, a fight to the death.”

Madara is drained, out of tears to shed. Had Izuna cared for Sakura? She obviously had cared for him.

“There is one other thing.” Hashirama says, pulling out a phone, light pink case, unlocking it and handing it to Madara.

It’s pulled open to a message. An unsaved number Madara knows by heart. A message time stamped Friday 4:57.

The coffee shop. Same time as yesterday.

thursday 5:45 pm

Izuna has snuck into the Kohana University library, following the little omega that frequents the little coffee shop across the street. She is a Senju. He is sure of it, he sniffs her out like a bloodhound, he can smell her, even through her silly little scent patch. He stays just far enough back to keep her in his sights. He tracks her through the shelves.

He turns the corner and there she is, setting up her laptop at a little table, tucked in an alcove, a little booth, with a window overlooking the university grounds. The afternoon sun basks her in amber, he’s never seen anything as pretty.

His heart beats heavily, thudding in his chest. He strides over, slipping into the otherside of the booth.

“Is this seat taken?” He asks, only after he is fully situated, hands on the table fingers laced in front of him. She gasps, emerald eyes widening at his boldness. But he has seen the way she looked at him, coy little glazes with reddened checks, at the coffee shop. She had smelled so much sweet, ripe, like an omega ready for an alpha. She smiled at him as she exited, icey drink in hand, and he knew she belonged to him.

“That’s awfully presumptuous,” she giggles, blushing.

“Oh, I am awful,” he grins, leaning in closer.

“You really are as cocky as your reputation says you are. Uchiha Izuna.” She frowns.

“I’ll be whoever you want me to be, sweet omega.” He leans forward closer to eye her pouty lips.

“And you know who I am?” The lips ask. He takes one of her hands in his, lacing their fingers together.

“Mine,” he answers quickly, “Or you will be, regardless of our backgrounds.”

“And why are you here? If anyone catches you with me, it could be a duel on sight.” She shakes her head at him.

“Oh no, you are the most dangerous one, to my heart, and other things.” Izuna might be a bit of a rake, a cad, but he is a romantic at heart.

“Maybe I will hide you then, if someone comes looking.” She laughs, nose wrinkling.

“What do I have to do? To make you see you are mine?” Her blush deepens, creeping over her nose and cheeks.

“I fear,” she whispers leaning in close, “you wouldn’t have to do much more than ask, dear Izuna.”

“Then I’ll ask, every moment from now, until we fall into your nest.”

“Do not tease me.”

“I would never,” he says, bringing her hand up to kiss it. “Run away with me. A fresh start somewhere new.”

“I cannot. It’s too risky. How do I know your intentions are true? I have many suitors, offers vetted for legitimacy. You expect me to give that up for your alpha whims?”

“Sakura!” it’s Ino shouting, searching for her.

“I will marry you. Mate you. Breed you full of pup after pup. Anything to prove myself. Devoted to only you.” He’d move the moon, the stars, the sky for her.

“Sakura!” Ino yells again, closer this time.

“You must go,” she tells him, scribbling on a piece of paper. “Message me tomorrow, a time and place. An exchange of vows, and I will be yours.”

He puts both hands on her face, pulling her in for a soft kiss. And another. And another. He can feel it. They are destined to be together. Fated mates.

“SAKURA!” Ino can’t be more than a few isles over.

“Go!” she laughs pushing him off. Handing him scrap paper with her number scribbled on it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he tells her, a wink and a promise. And maybe one more kiss, just for luck.

[lazzie-the-zalgoid3]

Looking for a female naruto Madanaru dimension travel book

Soo sai gave sakura a book for her birthday with her and sasuke as the male and female lead and naruto/naruko (don't remember if they changer her name) as the villainess. Sakura wanted to have to see from for real so naruto created a seal so they could both go in the book but naruto didn't read the book so assumed her role as the villainess was to marry the king (madara) and become the insane queen with itachi shisui and obito help she proceeds to seduce madara in hilarious ways eventually they fall in love getting married. Than sakura finishish the book rejecking sasuke and they both go back to the real world. There are 2 ending 1 where naruto goes back to the book world after the end and another where the uchihas come to the naruto world.

[scribomaniac]

As Madara's days fill up with village related business, Sakura meets new people and tries to keep herself busy.

[gayger]

Crown of Bones

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[trashyangelic]

LF IzuSaku fics or Request a fic for it!

A Fanfic of Izuna x Sakura !

I just wish they make an Izuna x Sakura fanfics a bit more. I only seen one from AO3 but the story isn't complete it only has 3 chapters. But read a couple with Madara/Sakura.