Madara Uchiha 10:”Traitors”

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Madara Uchiha

 

10-Traitors

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Her eyes noticed the red spreading across his black cloak. The smell of iron and blood touched her nose as she placed her hand on the sticky wet cloak. So much blood. His face was unusually pale with clammy appearance. His breathing was haggard. He was going to die. It was an easy enough wound to heal with chakra….but without. Unlike a leg or arm injury there was no artery to press to keep the blood from flowing. Her teeth dug deeper into her bottom lip as Sakura held back her tears of frustration. Not only because she was to weak to heal him, but because she cared that this despicable monster was going to die. She couldn’t let it happen. She couldn’t be like Kisame. She looked up at the shark who began whistling a song and headed to a bench on sidewalk. To some extent, he was right. If they just let this man die they would be free. She would be free. Konoha would be free. She should want that.

 

(Konoha destroyed(present))

 

 

 

(Konoha if free from madara uchiha)

 

But

 

….

 

Madara stepped in front of the blade for her. She was the reason he was dying. She couldn’t be reason. She couldn’t let her carelessness cause a person to die. Her eyes darted around the street. The dead bodies of children soldiers laid around her. The humidity gave an awful stench of death that seemed to be pressed against her skin. Why did she choose to live the ninja life again? There was only mistakes and death. She noticed the mist ninja guards they had seen. They seemed to have pressed themselves as close to the shadows as they could waiting to see the outcome. She stared at their hopeful expressions. Everyone was waiting for the immortal to die. Her head fell back down to the man slowly reaching the end. His soft brown hair was stuck to his face. She pushed it off his forehead. He looked ill yet his features were still strong and firm. If only he would have taken off the seal! That stupid man! Wait.

 

She flung her head back to the ninjas causing her pink hair to get in her face. She quickly shot up and ran over to the ninjas. “HEY!” she shouted at them as she ran over.

 

She heard Kisame’s whistling stop from the bench he was sitting on.

 

“Hey you! I need you to take off my seal!” she said rushing over to the two ninjas hiding in the shadow.

 

The one female who Madara attacked only glared at her. The other one just stared at her if she was crazy. “I need you to take off my seal so I can at least defend myself once I leave this village! If he dies I finally have my freedom, but I can’t have it if I still have the seal,” she pleaded. It was partly true….

 

“Pinky, what are you doing?” Kisame said from behind her. She felt his large hand on her shoulder.

 

“I just want to be able to defend myself! I’ll never make it to the Sand,” she argued.

 

“Mmmhmm. I’ll take off your seal once his heart stops beating. Problem solved,” he said with a smirk and turned around. He began whistling again as he walked back over to the bench. Ugh. Her hand turned into a fist at her side. She felt so powerless. She searched for her chakra again and couldn’t find it. She stormed over to Madara’s fainted body. This ridiculous man. This completely unbearable man making her care. She felt the tears in her eyes. What was wrong with her? Why was she so weak? She fell onto her knees next to his body. She ripped opened his cloak and saw the blood spreading through his white undershirt. She ripped that open as well and pressed her hand onto the puddle of blood along his chest. His body was getting colder, but she still felt his heart. With all her might she searched for her chakra. She searched in the emptiness of her body. Chakra seals weren’t unbreakable. All seals had a weakness. She just had to find it. She felt his heart slowing as her own heart began to panic. She was not weak. She could do this. She took deep breaths and thought of Naruto. His determination. He would never let a seal get in the way of what he wanted. She felt a tinge inside of her. She recognized it. It was her chakra. She grabbed hold of it and brought it to her fingertips and into Madara’s body. It wasn’t enough to heal him, but it was enough to search his body for flaws. His lung had been pierced and was filling up with blood. A rib was broken as well and was jutting into his muscles. Shit he was in bad shape. She needed more chakra, but the seal was preventing her from getting to all of it. She focused inwardly and tried to gather more chakra. It felt like pulling taffy through a keyhole. She pulled it back into Madara’s body again and felt something colder. It was his chakra. Strangely it wasn’t faint at all. It was powerful and strong in his body coursing through his veins. No wonder he called himself an immortal with chakra so strong even at his dying state. It clicked then. She had never actually done it, but she had learned studies of manipulating another’s chakra. It was all theories, but it could work.

 

She linked her small amount of chakra with his. It felt like her body was being ripped away from her for a moment because of the power of his own chakra. It took intense focus to still sense her own chakra within his. She felt it spread through quickly through his body. Her energy was depleting her, and she was sure to faint after this, but she would not let him die. She pulled her chakra back to her center bringing his with it. His chakra forced away from her, but since his body was dying it was eventually complied. She didn’t move his chakra completely into her own body, but instead centered it to her hands. Once she had a good handle on it she pushed it to the pierced lung and became healing him with his own chakra.

 

Once the healing started his chakra began to follow without her command. She moved to the rib, and began healing that. Again his chakra took over. It was working. She couldn’t believe it. Chakra manipulation actually worked it was just getting the other person’s chakra to begin it that was difficult. Her head felt faint. She had basically no chakra since it was still sealed within her. Her muscles ached from the fight, and she felt dead. She lifted her hands away from his skin and looked down at his chest. It was glowing red with his chakra even with her hands away. She smirked. She noticed Kisame give her a weird look before saying, “Pinky?”

 

He was beginning to spin into a blue blur. She really needed to lay down and maybe rest. Yes. Rest would be nice. She fell back onto to the slick pavement and stared up into the foggy sky.

 

“Pinky, what in the world did you do?!” she heard Kisame growl in an oddly angry voice. She didn’t usually make Kisame mad. Well she didn’t care. She was just tired now. She closed her heavy eyelids and let sleep take her.

 

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“Sasuke,” Jugo whispered softly behind him.

 

“I know,” Sasuke stated. His dark eyes looked around the empty streets of Suna. Nighttime had approached quickly and he only managed to get through part of his plans for Garaa. He knew Garaa would accept his help and input. He might not have trusted him, but he recognized the importance of his intel. He had been working with Madara for a year now and knew how he operated. So after Garaa’s two…subordinates or friends….calmed down he was able to explain his plan. Only the parts Garaa needed to know about. The key to them winning was separation. Sasuke closed his eyes and listened to the wind. He would destroy Madara. His plan would work. He wasn’t able to finish describing his plan because of the new presence. It now lingered a few feet behind him. Jugo was an excellent follower for noticing most would have overlooked it, like the pathetic Suna ninjas.

 

Sasuke sighed and pulled out his sword. “Zetsu,” he said to the air.

 

He heard a gurgling noise behind him erupt from the ground. Sasuke heard Jugo turn to it ready to attack. Sasuke, however, stared at the sand like houses in front of him. “Sasuke, you are quite a traitor. A bastard,” the plant spoke behind him.

 

It was hard to fear the plant with this unbearable heat around him. The night had made it cooler, but Sasuke never liked the heat. He also didn’t like the idea of working a sweat in a fight just now. He did need to get rid of Zetsu eventually. He couldn’t have a spy around him or his conversations would be constantly cut short. He would have to dispose of him. After a few minutes, Sasuke spoke, “I am not traitor. I am only gathering information for Madara.”

 

The plant laughed from behind him. It echoed through the empty streets. A light turned on in one of the windows. An audience wasn’t the best idea. “We’re not idiots Sasuke! If Madara wanted information he would have sent us,” the plant shifted.

 

Sasuke glanced up at the lit window and noticed a mother with her son looking down on them. As soon as their eyes met she shut the curtain. “Hn,” he smirked to himself. He turned to face Zetsu. Jugo was protectively in front of him. He had no need to worry. “You can’t make an alliance with the Kage and convince them to attack a certain way.”

 

Zetsu yellow eyes studied him closely. “And you have?”

 

“Hm,” Sasuke closed his eyes with a smirk, “Pathetic….Of course I have.”

 

“You have done so without Madara’s approval. He will be mad,” the plant stated.

 

“Tell him then, but please Zetsu don’t spy on me. It’s degrading for you and myself. I’ll give you more information once the Kage has decided a date to attack. If Madara has a particular date and place I’ll persuade Garaa towards them,” Sasuke stated putting his sword back into its case. He turned back around and began walking to a hotel at the edge of town. “Jugo, come along.”

 

“You can’t boss us around, you little twit!” the plant growled from the road.

 

“If you don’t think Madara wants to know about it then you can deal with the consequences,” Sasuke shrugged.

 

He heard some mumbling of cursing before he heard the ground swallow Zetsu up once again. He felt his chakra retreat. Sasuke smirked. Good. He could persuade both sides to do what he wanted. Madara would die and the Konoha would be free.

 

 

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“Hey Sakura-chan!” the blonde’s blue eyes looked at her with hope, “It’s been a long time.”

 

 

“Naruto! Oh Naruto,” she cried as tears of joy slid down her face. She ran over to him and his dorky orange jumpsuit. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him into a deadly hug.

 

“Sa-kur-a, Can’t br-eath,” he gasped out.

 

“Oh, sorry,” she said with a smile as she let go. Her cheeks were still stained with tears as she continued, “I just missed you.”

 

“I missed you too, Sakura-chan,” Naruto said with a blush as he closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head.

 

“You’re really here,” she said in disbelief.

 

“Yep, you killed him so I was able to return,” he said with a goofy smile.

 

Sakura raised a pink eyebrow in confusion, “Killed who?”

 

“Uchiha Madara, you killed him didn’t you?” Naruto asked.

 

Sakura felt a pang in her chest. Her eyes shot down to her shoes, “No…I”

 

“You what? You didn’t kill him!” Naruto shouted in surprise.

 

“I…” she couldn’t say the words. Not to her friend she missed dearly. She couldn’t tell him.

 

“Sakura, what did you do?” Naruto asked grabbing her shoulders and shaking her slightly.

 

“She healed me,” a dark voice said from behind her. Her head shot up as she turned to see a man in a orange mask.

 

“You healed him!!!!” Naruto shouted, “You healed the monster who killed me!”

 

 

“Naruto…I” she cried looking into his now tearful eyes.

 

“She doesn’t care about you anymore, boy,” his voice said from behind her.

 

“No! That’s not it, Naruto!” she cried.

 

His eyes were wet, but they turned into an angry glare that he usually only gave his enemies. “Sakura, I always loved you, but I can see you don’t give a shit about me,” he said to her and turned away.

 

“NARUTO, NO I CARE!” she shouted at the back of his blonde hair. Her hand reached out to him.

 

“Bye, Sakura,” he whispered and his body began to disapeer.

 

“NO! Naruto! NO! Please! Come back! Please!” she screamed as tears fell down her face. She collapsed on the ground and continued to cry. What did she do?

 

“You didn’t take off her seal!” a dark deadly voice growled.

 

“I didn’t want to go against your orders, Boss,” a light amused voice responded.

 

She recognized the voices and they seemed to be pulling her away from this pain. But she didn’t want to leave. She deserved to feel like this.

 

“Kisame,” the voice growled.

 

“She’s awake, Boss.”

 

“Sakura?” the voice was softer then the one in the dream. It sounded caring, but the tinge of pain still lingered. She slowly opened her eyes to be looking up at a dark blue ceiling. A small light was emitting from the corner of the room. She felt her weight pressed deeply into the soft mattress. She couldn’t bring herself to move. She chewed on her lip. He was alive. He was alive because of her.

 

“Kisame, leave,” Madara stated.

 

She heard the shark’s snickering, “Get well, Pinky. Then maybe you can take over my desk work I now have cause of you.” The door then shut.

 

Great. She was alone with the man who killed her best friend. And she had healed him. He walked over to her side slowly. She didn’t look at him. She looked up at the ceiling. She couldn’t bring herself to realize what she did.

 

“Thank you, Sakura,” he said to her.

 

Thank you? That was all she got was thank you? “I owed you for saving me,” she shrugged still looking away from him.

 

She felt his eyes digging into her, but she refused to acknowledge them. “Sakura, you almost died by how you stretched the seal,” he stated trying to get her to realize the importance.

 

“It’s my job as a medical ninja to heal,” she responded back.

 

“Sakura, look at me,” he ordered.

 

She didn’t move. Her eyes still staring at the blue in the wall and the way the paint swirled. “Sakura,” he ordered again.

 

She bit down on her lip before turning to face him. Her heart stopped a bit by his utter attractiveness. He seemed to be fully healed as seen by the glow on his skin. His brown eye studied hers as his brown hair was just pushed a bit out of his face. His strong jawline and thin lips made his look fierce, but the way he looked at her made him seem open and caring.

 

He looked at her for a few more moments before sitting down on her bed with a sigh. He didn’t look at her now. Instead he stared at his hands. “Why?” he asked.

 

“Why what?” she responded trying to avoid the question that she couldn’t answer right now herself.

 

“Why did you risk your life to heal me?” he asked taking a glance at her.

 

“I don’t know. I felt if I didn’t it would only prove that I am weak,” she said with a shrug as she crossed her arms.

 

“Weak?” a small boyish smile crossed his face. He shook his head, “You ridiculous girl.”

 

“Ridiculous! I just saved your life why not compliment or something,” she shouted throwing her arms into the air.

 

“Hmph,” he smirked and stood up again, “Go to Suna.”

 

“What?” she looked at him confused.

 

“I’ve offered you everything, Sakura. Most would be thrilled with the power I’ve given only to you, but you spit on it. You also constantly disrespect me even though I am only trying to create a stronger shinobi world. You don’t want this. Normally, I would just kill such intolerance, but you have saved my life. You may go. Do whatever you like,” he waved his hand not caring.

 

“Y-you’re letting me leave?” she asked stunned.

 

He gave her a huge grin that strangely reminded her of Naruto. “Maybe, I’ll see you around, Sakura-chan.” He walked out the door.

 

Sakura just stared at the wooden door. What?