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Sakura slowly came to her senses, the sensation of being prodded by something pointy on her side. She groans, trying to swat whatever it was that's poking her, but yelped in surprise when she found herself getting nicked. Sakura stared wide-eyed at a dozen or so men in armor surrounding her and pointing spears and arrows in her direction.

  “State your name, clan and business” shouts the guard that’s standing right in front of her. Sakura blinks, trying to get her bearings. Then she remembers the 4th Great Ninja War, fighting Madara and meeting a goddess. Shit, did she really send me back in time?! Sakura felt the beginnings of a panic attack, her breath starting to come out in smaller pants.

  “I won’t repeat myself, state your name, clan and business. I give you 5 seconds before I deem you a threat and end your life,” says the same man, the head of his spear too close for comfort on her jugular.

  “S-sakura. Sakura Haruno. No clan, and I..” she hesitates, thinking quickly for an answer that won’t get her killed. “I’m a healer,” she says. The man just stares at her for a moment, then motions to the man next to him, inclining with his head, before the man nods and runs off.

  Sakura stares quietly at the man in front of her, not breaking eye contact. It was about 10 minutes later she felt a familiar chakra making its way towards her. The crowd parts, and Sakura’s breath catches in her throat at the sight of a younger Madara, making his way towards her. She could feel his chakra in turmoil, a mixture of anxious energy and anger, and she could feel herself almost choking on it.

  “You say you’re a healer?” he said, his voice deadly calm. She gulped, knowing that one wrong answer and he could end her life then and there. She knew that words won’t get her anywhere, so she pushed herself towards the spear that was still pointed at her, slightly changing the angle so that it went right between her shoulder and her collarbones, wincing at the intrusion. They stared at her wide eyed, their stance tense and tightening their holds on their weapons. She pulled back, her right hand already glowing green and healing the wound. Sakura stared into Madara’s eyes as she did this, not cowering at the slightest. This Madara has yet to be corrupted and become the evil Madara she fought in the war. This Madara in front of her is suffering, she could feel it in his unstable chakra.

  “I am a healer,” she said again, her hands falling away from her injury. They gasped as they saw that the hole on her shoulders had closed. She waited with bated breath.

  “Know that one wrong move means your death,” he stated. “Bring her,” he commanded the guards. She gasped as she was unceremoniously dragged up and pushed to start walking a few feet behind Madara. She looked down at herself and was surprised to see that she was wearing a yukata. Did the goddess do this? she wondered.

  As she entered the clans district, everyone’s eyes were narrowed on her, their clear distrust rolling off them in waves. She rolled her shoulders back and walked with her head held high, knowing that showing weakness would do her no good. She was brought towards what she believed to be the clinic.

  “Madara-sama!” a panicked elderly rushed out towards their group, stopping them in their tracks.

  “You must come, hurry. Young master isn’t doing so well,” he said in a hurried tone. Madara tensed and turned around, his eyes narrowing on her.

  “It seems your fate has been sealed,” he growled, roughly grabbing her by the arms and dragging her towards the room the elder medic came from. Sakura struggled to keep up, Madara’s steps big and hurried, and once inside, she was pushed not-so-gently towards an unconscious man lying in the middle of the room.

  Sakura turned around to glare at the Uchiha for a second before turning back towards her patient. She paused for a moment as the man laying down looked a little too close to Sasuke. She made her way to his side and brought the blanket covering him out of the way and opened up his yukata. There was a nasty gash on his side, just under his ribs. It looked like it had caught an infection. She instantly went into healing mode, immediately barking out orders to the medics that had crowded near her the second her hands started glowing green. They looked towards Madara, and he nodded, giving them permission to follow her orders.

  It took her 3 hours to begin repairing the damage, weaving the muscles and organs back together, purging every trace of infection from the body while closing every gap until only a tiny, barely visible scar remained where before there had been a fatal wound. Three, painstakingly long hours that took up almost all of her reserves. She sighed and sat back on her heels, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She looked towards Madara and nodded, answering his silent question. She leaned forward, her hands glowing green and placing it on both sides of Izuna’s face, calmly rousing him from his slumber. He blinked a few times, his unfocused gaze on her face.

  “A-are you…an..angel?” he asked softly. This caused the pink haired kunoichi to blush slightly.

  “I-izuna-sama, h-how are you feeling?” she mentally cursed herself for stuttering. It must be because of how closely he resembles Sasuke that has her doing that, she thought.

  He smiled softly, his eyes closing once more. “If I had known angels like you exist, I would have welcomed death long ago,” he sighed.

  “Izuna! Good gods, get yourself together,” growled Madara, his eyebrows twitching. Izuna's eyes snapped open and abruptly turned his head towards Madara. They widened, his mouth gaping like a fish.

  “M-m-Madara! Brother!” his head turned side to side, his gaze landing both on his brother and Sakura, a blush forming on his face.

“Well, that’s a good sign,” Sakura sighed, chuckling slightly at the younger Uchiha. She made a move to get up but was hit with sudden vertigo and fell to the side, one hand holding her head and the other on the floor, keeping her up. Izuna made a move to get up as if to catch her but sucked in a sharp breath. Madara, who also instinctively moved, stopped and glared at Izuna instead.

 “I-i’m ok..just a little..chakra..exhaus-” before she could finish her sentence, she collapsed.

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Madara stared at the unconscious medic, nodding to the servants. “Take her to the guest bedroom and make sure she’s comfortable,” he commanded. They bowed and did what they were told.

“Madara,” he turned towards his little brother’s voice, his shoulders relaxing and letting out a sigh. He sat back down and ran his fingers through his long hair. Izuna sat up, albeit slowly, and checked his chest towards where the wound was supposed to be, staring wide eyed when he only found a tiny scar on his skin.

“Where did you find such a skilled medic? Who is she brother? Is she a Senju?” he asked Madara, who was watching him the whole time. He looked towards the sliding doors and sighed. “The scouting team ran into her a few miles away from where they were stationed. They contacted me right away when she claimed she was a healer. She states her clan name is Haruno.” he said.

“Haruno? I’ve never heard of such a clan before. But for her to have such amazing healing capabilities, that makes her a valuable ally,” Izuna commented.

Madara took a deep breath. He realized he hasn’t slept for the last 24 hours worrying whether Izuna was going to make it through the night. Of course he agrees with him. He watched her heal his little brother for hours, making sure she didn’t do anything that would warrant her death. How desperate he had felt to the point he had agreed to let a stranger, a woman with pink hair nonetheless, heal his brother the second she had claimed herself a healer. But she had looked directly into his eyes, a foolish move to make against an Uchiha, and had proven herself in that moment. He could feel her fear, but she kept her head up, her green eyes shining with determination to prove herself. Thinking back on it now, he was slightly impressed, he’s never met any woman that would stand their ground against him, other than his childhood friend, Kagura. She had hesitated when she saw Izuna and thought for a second that his only hope was nothing but a bluff, but then she had collected herself and started barking out orders. She moved fluidly, making him believe that she had done this multiple times. His eyes roamed her figure after a while, watching her brow furrow in concentration as she saves Izunas life. Her glowing green hands magnified the color of her eyes, and he couldn’t help but notice her to be somewhat beautiful.

“Madara?” asked Izuna, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Izuna, I almost lost you,” Madara croaked, the emotional exhaustion from the last 48 hours finally taking its toll on him. “I think it’s time for me to accept Hashiramas offer for a peace treaty,” he declared. Izuna’s eyes widened. They stayed quiet for a few minutes, both looking at each other.

Izuna sighed and ran his hands through his long locks. He saw how exhausted his brother looked and he can’t help but feel guilty for being the reason for it. He can’t imagine what would’ve happened to his brother's mental state if he hadn’t been healed.  “I think you’re right Madara. I don’t like it, but I believe a peace treaty is what we need, what our clan needs,” he said.

Madara nodded. “I’ll go ahead and send the message over to Hashirama.”

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 Sakura woke up to the sound of movement near her.

 “Oh! You’re awake!” said a voice that she vaguely recognized. She turned her head towards where the voice came from and saw Sasuke making his way over to her. Iie , that’s not Sasuke, she mentally corrected.

 “I’d like to properly thank you for saving my life, Miss..?”

“Sakura. Sakura Haruno,” she replied.

  “What a fitting name,” he said. The Uchiha smiled and Sakura just stared at him in awe. So this is how Sasuke would’ve looked like smiling, she thought to herself.

  “How are you feeling Izuna-sama? If you don’t mind, I’d like to take another look to make sure I didn’t miss anything,” she began as she made her way to stand but was stopped by Izuna’s hand on her shoulders.

  “Please, Sakura-san, you collapsed from chakra exhaustion. Clearly you did a fine job healing me, otherwise I wouldn’t be here, so it’s safe to assume that I can wait until you’re better for that check-up.” she blushed a little, inwardly cursing herself for the automatic reaction of her body. What is it with her and Uchiha men.

  "Izuna,”

  They both look up to see Madara standing by the door, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

  “You’re awake,” he stated, looking at Sakura. She nods, keeping silent. She averted her eyes to look down, still feeling unnerved by Madara. She could still feel the blade pierce through her during their fight in the 4th war, and the way he maniacally laughed as he slaughtered half of the shinobi forces. This is not the same Madara, she reminded herself. She is here to make sure he doesn’t become that monster. Madara and Izuna noticed her aversion but said nothing. Madara sighed.

“Healer, I,” he began but paused. He was not used to apologizing, but watching her be so guarded around him made him feel a little annoyed. Why do I care? he thought, but the nagging feeling of her wanting to not be afraid of him won out and he cleared his throat. She saved Izuna, and he owes her so it makes sense that her wariness around him left a bad taste in his mouth, is what he told himself.

  “Sakura Haruno,” she said softly.

  “Haruno, I do apologize for the way I mistreated you during our first meeting. As you can imagine, I was…distressed. Please forgive me. The Uchiha clan is forever indebted to you for your actions,” he bowed slightly. Izuna stared wide-eyed at his brother as he’s never seen him apologize nor bow to anyone. Izuna then stood and followed Madara's lead, bowing at the waist.

  Sakura brought her hands up in front of her and shook it almost violently. To have two clan leaders bow to her in this time period was a big deal, and she felt a bit uncomfortable.

  “Please, this is not necessary, I was merely doing my job,” she squeaked.

  Izuna raised his head and smirked at her slightly flushed expression. “Speaking of, Sakura-san. Where did you learn to heal so efficiently like that? Do you have any affiliation with the Senju?” he asked.

  Sakura was at a loss for words. How much should she say? She wasn’t affiliated with the Senju but she did learn from the Senju. She bit her lips, lost in her thoughts, not noticing the way the brothers zeroed in on the small movement.

  “I was taught by my Master. She was a traveling healer and, well, when I saw what she could do, I asked her to teach me so I wouldn’t be useless,” she answered as much of the truth as she could.

  “Hmm, I’ve never seen anyone heal with their chakra so well other than Hashirama. I always thought that was a Senju trait, I guess I was wrong,” Izuna said.

  Madara cleared his throat. “Speaking of the Senju. Izuna, we must prepare, we are expecting guests” he said. Sakura’s head instantly snapped up, her eyes meeting Madara’s for the first time since she woke up. His lips twitched into a small smirk.

  “Is there something you’d like to say, Haruno?” he asked, meeting her stare.

  “N-no, Uchiha-sama, I was just..surprised to hear that you would invite the Senju over, that is all,” she said nervously.

  “Please, Madara is fine,” he said.

  “Hai, M-madara-sama” she replied. Madara sighed. He can’t put his finger on it, but he doesn’t like the way she’s agitated towards him, and yet she’s relaxed around Izuna. He’ll dwell on it later, but right now there’s peace to be made.

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Sakura sat nervously next to Izuna as the room held a lingering tension in the air. She risked a glance at Tobirama Senju, who was scowling and glaring intensely in her direction.

  “Madara, you have no idea how utterly relieved I was when you sent that letter. I do believe it is time for this war to end,” Hashirama began.

  Madara nodded curtly. He was still holding a grudge at the other Senju for almost killing his last brother. He clenched his jaw, holding on as much as he can to his self-control. It would be dishonorable to start attacking them when they were invited over to their headquarters.

  “Yes Hashi. After witnessing my brother at death's door,” he paused and narrowed his eyes at the albino Senju. “I realized I don’t even remember the reason for the fighting anymore. Too many lives have been lost, I just want our children to actually grow up and make it to adulthood,” he finished. Hashirama’s eyes softened at the confession.

  “Yes, I agree. It has always been my dream,” Hashirama replied.

  “Of course, I remember, you never shut up about it when we were younger,” Madara commented, smirking. Hashirama’s face lit up and he let out a boisterous laugh, instantly dissipating the tension in the air. The change was instantaneous, and Sakura let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

  “How did you survive that wound? It was meant to be fatal,” Tobirama cut in. And the tension was back. Madara let out a killing intent for half a second before it disappeared. Sakura was impressed at the self-control he has. Hashirama just sighed, rubbing his face defeatedly. “Tobi…” he groaned.

  Izuna’s jaw tensed, his fists clenched under the table. He took a deep breath and smirked before answering. “Guess you’ll have to work on your aim, Senju,” he goaded. Tobirama’s only reaction was the slight twitch to his eyebrows. The tension was getting thicker and Sakura was afraid that it would go downhill from there if nothing was done, fast.

  “I healed him,” she spoke up. All eyes turned towards her, but she was only looking at Tobirama.

  Hashirama spoke up, with slight curiosity and admiration in his tone. “You healed him? That’s amazing! You must be an exceptional healer to have healed such a wound. I admit I was also surprised to see Izuna up and about. Even with my skills, I doubt I would’ve been able to heal him to the point he’s like new, as he is now,” Hashirama said.

  Sakura never once took her eyes off Tobirama, who seemed to be challenging her with a look.

  “You healed that wound?” he finally asked her. Everyone was tense and quiet as they silently watched the glaring contest from the two.

  “Yes I did, Senju-sama. I am a healer in nature, and it is against my conscience to let someone die when I’m around,” she answered, keeping her tone neutral.

  “How?” he broke the silence.

  “With my chakra, Senju-sama,” she replied. She saw in her peripheral Hashirama’s eyes widening.

  “Show me,” Tobirama commanded. Sakura’s eyebrows twitched at his tone. She gritted her teeth as she debated whether or not to throw caution to the wind and punch him for talking down on her. Her nostrils flared as she exhaled, forcing a smile on her face. She grabbed the quill that was on the table and slashed her arm deep enough that a steady flow of blood dripped  onto the table. Everyone tensed, hands resting on their weapons, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

  “Of course, Senju-sama,” she answered as her palm glowed green and hovered over her wound. They watched as her skin began to mend and close in just a few minutes, leaving behind only dried blood. She wiped it off to show him the unblemished skin underneath.

  “Amazing!” Hashirama exclaimed. “You have excellent chakra control,” he praised.

  “What’s your surname,” Tobirama asked after a few heartbeats of silence.

  “Haruno. My name is Sakura Haruno,” she nodded slightly. At his confused look, she added “I am from a civilian family. I hail from no clan. I trained and got stronger and met my Master who taught me the arts of healing,” she answered before he could ask.

  “Hmm,” was all he said. He finally stopped scowling and his shoulders relaxed every so slightly, which was not lost on everyone in the room. Sakura breathes a sigh of relief, hiding her arms under the table.

  “Well now that we got that all settled, let’s talk peace,” Hashirama declared.

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Sakura helped with the planning of the village, spent time with both the Senju brothers and Uchiha brothers, sometimes individually, oftentimes together, as they discuss the plans for the future. At first she was intimidated being in their presence. They were considered the best from their respective clans, over all, even so much as being labeled God of shinobi. But the more she spent time with them, the more she saw them as normal people that had to grow up too soon and fight in a war at such a young age. Even with the second Hokage, who she didn't get along with at the beginning, was starting to warm up to her and even asking her for her ideas on village matters. 

3 weeks after the first initial peace treaty meeting, Sakura was able to bring together both clans with her kindness and compassion for the sick and injured. In those three weeks, Sakura had healed the wounded and had won over the hearts of many from both clans. However, that wasn’t always the case. It was tough in the beginning, to say the least, as there was a lot of mistrust and doubt of her skills from both parties. One particular day, she has had enough with the comments and how both Senju and Uchiha party seemed to question her ability. She punched the table in front of her, breaking it cleanly in half. Everyone around stood with wide eyes, their mouths hanging open.

  Sakura sat on top of where the Hokage mountain would be, looking out towards the village being built. She felt that familiar pang of longing and loneliness in her chest. She thought back to where she was about a month ago.

  “Sakura,” she nodded to show that she was listening. Kakashi made his way towards her and stopped next to her, reading the names on the memorial stone.

  “I still can’t believe they’re gone,” she said softly. Kakashi stayed quiet.

  “You came to see me?” she asked after a couple of minutes of silence.

  “There’s something you should know,” he started. Sakura’s brows furrowed but continued to look forward.

  “Sasuke, he gave me the authority to pass everything under the Uchiha name to you,” he said.

  Sakura whipped her head to look at Kakashi.

  “What?!” When?” she screeched. “And why me?” her voice broke a little at this.

  “I’m not sure why, and when we were fighting Madara. He told me that if he doesn’t make it, he wants everything to be entrusted to you,” Kakashi placed the flower he was holding down on the memorial stones that read:

      Naruto Uzumaki , Sasuke Uchiha

  Sakura kept quiet, the only sound to be heard was her ragged breathing. Kakashi held up a scroll for her to take. She blinked a few times and looked up at him questioningly. He tilted his head, clearly letting her know to take it. She looked back down to the scroll and saw the Uchiwa fan symbol on it. With shaky hands, she took it from him before Kakashi disappeared.

  Later that night, Sakura opened up the scroll to read its contents. Turns out she was left with a hefty amount of money. It was supposed to be for Sasuke when he returned to the village. A wave of sadness overtook her at the thought of her dead teammate. She placed the scroll down as her tears began to flow, some of it dripping down onto the scroll. She cursed herself and tried to dry it off but noticed that one of the edges began to fray off. Carefully, she peeled it off and found a secret note hidden within the scroll.

That was how she found herself deep in the Uchiha compound at the dead of night, searching for the entrance to a cave. After finding the concealed entrance, she made her way down, mindful of her steps as it was pitch black the further in she went. She lit the torches on the wall and took one as she continued down until she reached the end.

  She found a locked treasure box on a pedestal. Looking at the box, she cursed as she noticed there was no way she would be able to open it as the mechanism of the lock looked like it was meant for sharingan users. She was about to turn back when suddenly she heard the box creaking open. Her eyes widened and slowly turned back around. Skeptically, she made her way to the box, placing her hand on it to open it completely. She accidentally nicks her finger drawing blood, some of it dripping into the box. A gust of wind suddenly blew towards her, blowing off the fire from the torches, and all Sakura remembers hearing last was a calm voice saying, “You’re finally here, I’ve been waiting for you,”

  “-kura? Sakura!” she was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of Izuna’s worried call. He was kneeling in front of her with a worried expression on his face.

She blinked a few times before she remembered where she was. “Are you…do you want to talk about it?” he asked. Izuna has seen that type of look more times than he can count. He can’t blame her, war was not pretty and he still has no idea about her past, but judging from that faraway look in her eyes, she must’ve gone through something traumatic.

  She shook her head and smiled at him weakly. He nodded and sat next to her. They sat like that for a bit, just watching the village being built below.

  “I’m sorry Izuna, you were looking for me? Am I needed for something?” she finally asked. Izuna shook his head. “Not important, just wanted to make sure you were okay. I heard about what happened,” he smirked at her. She inwardly cringed, biting her lower lip in the process. Izuna couldn’t help but notice the innocent gesture and found himself wondering how soft her lips looked and if it would feel just as soft against his own. He startled at the thought, causing Sakura to jump a little at the sudden movement.

  “I’m sorry for losing my temper, it’s just that,” she began, mistaking his sudden tension to anger towards her. “There’s nothing I hate more than people underestimating me and my skills, especially because of my gender or my civilian status. I worked hard to get to where I am today and it grates my nerves to have it questioned without even giving me a chance to showcase them,” she finished in a rush.

  Izuna chuckled, making Sakura confused and slightly irritated. “I’m sorry Sakura, I’m not laughing at you. I totally understand, and there’s nothing to apologize for,” he said.

  “Then why,” she began but he held up his hands.

  “I heard you broke the table cleanly in half,” he said. She nodded but her brows were still furrowed in confusion.

  “Sakura, that table was especially made from Hashirama’s mokuton, and from experience, I know it's not easily broken, especially with just your fist,” he explained.

“Oh, right,” she said, turning away from him.

  “Spar with me,” he suddenly asks. Sakura’s eyes widened and turned back to facing him.

  “Me? You want to spar with me?” she asked incredulously.

  “I have to say I’m very curious. I’m not the only one who heard about the incident and I’m sure they’re also dying to see what else you can do,” he explained. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to go easy on you,” he added with a wink, knowing Sakura would take the bait, which she did.

  “Oh Izuna-kun,” his heart skipped a beat at the name, “you’re on”.

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Hashirama, Tobirama and Madara watched the two shinobis spar from the sidelines. Hashirama was openly impressed, his face lit up in wonder and amazement. Tobirama and Madara, stood on either side of Hashirama with their arms crossed, hiding their shock a lot better than the older Senju. At one point, Sakura punched the ground with her chakra-laden fists, creating a giant crater, the two stoic spectators paled, their eyes widening in shock. Hashirama openly gawked, his mouth hanging open in an “o” shape.

  “So much power in such a tiny body,” he whispered to himself, while the two beside him nodded in agreement.

  “Hmph,” was all Tobirama said.

  “Interesting,” says Madara, now with a smirk on his face and a small gleam in his eyes.

  Hashirama peeked sideways at his friend with an arched eyebrow. This was the first time he’s seen the glimmer of excitement in Madaras eyes since they were kids. He turned back to watch the fight and he couldn’t help but clench his fists to help himself calm down. Without realizing, his breathing had become more ragged and his heart rate has picked up its pace. Sakura was indeed a beautiful girl, with her cherry-blossom hair and her emerald green eyes, it was a deadly, exotic combination. Add to the fact that she was compassionate, kind and an exceptional healer, Hashirama thought she couldn’t get any better. But watching her around the field, her face determined to prove that she should not be underestimated, and the fact that she could pack a punch, Hashirama felt that tingling sensation that he hasn’t felt in a long time down in his private region. He could tell that he was not the only one unaffected by the pink-haired kunoichi. The small groan he heard escape his little brother’s lips proved that he was also feeling something for her. He saw Sakura start to slow down in her movements and knew that it would be over soon, which he was grateful for as he didn’t think he would be able to handle watching her fight for much longer without having to excuse himself and making it obvious to his brother and friend what he would be up to. They were all men after all, men that grew up in war and death and he knew that men like them appreciate a woman with strength and beauty, and Sakura was both.

  “Hmmm,” he heard Madara hum in appreciation. They watched as Izuna pinned Sakura down, both legs on either side of Sakura’s hips, his left hand holding on to her right wrist above her head. Izuna had a kunai pointing dangerously close towards Sakura’s jugular while at the same time, Sakura’s free hand also held a kunai towards Izunas abdomen.

  Sakura stared intensely at Izuna’s sharingan eyes for a few seconds, her breathing heavy as she tried to catch her breath, which was a bit difficult when Izuna was sitting on top of her. She tried to wiggle free but found that she was indeed pinned and trapped and she groaned in defeat.

  “Alright Uchiha, yield” she said at last, dropping the hand that held the kunai to the side and relaxing a bit. She expected him to move off of her after yielding but was surprised to feel him not budging. She stared at him again, this time with a confused expression. He slowly moved the kunai away from her neck, but still kept his weight on top of her. His eyes returned back to normal, however she noticed they were now a shade darker than before and slightly dilated. She wanted to blame it on the adrenaline rush from the spar, but her body decided to respond right then and there when she felt his grip tighten on her wrist and his thighs clench a little around her hips. She couldn’t find it in her to tell him to get off of her. 

She bit her lips and she saw his eyes follow the movement. Her eyes widened when suddenly Izuna groaned and got off of her in a flash. He raked his hands through his hair and blew out a ragged exhale.

  Sakura was frozen in place. Did she just feel what she thought she felt? She was a medic nin and so she knows more about human anatomy than a normal person, so when she felt his member hardening on her abdomen when she bit her lips, she could’ve sworn she almost moaned before Izuna practically jumped off of her. She blinked when she saw he had extended his arm towards her and she took it, helping her to her feet.

  “Sakura! That was amazing!,” she heard Hashirama say as they made their way towards them. Sakura stayed quiet, watching Izuna’s expression.

  Sakura turned towards the newcomers, blushing slightly at the intense looks the three men were giving her. She wasn’t a naive, little girl anymore, she was a full grown woman. And she knows when a man is aroused just by the heat in their eyes, and she was surrounded by four aroused males looking at her like she was dessert. She cleared her throat, wanting to find an excuse to get away from them.

  “T-thanks,” she replied quietly, avoiding their eyes. “I think it’s time for me to get back,” she then said abruptly, already walking backwards, ready to run off. Hashirama then grabbed a hold of her wrist just as she was about to turn around.

  She stared at him with wide eyes while the other three men did the same. He then turned her wrist so that her palms were facing upwards and let go slightly, showing the forming bruise from the grip Izuna had on her wrist. Sakura looked down at her wrist and back up at Hashirama as he healed her bruise.

  “T-thank you,” she said softly. She pulled her hands back and he let go. Sakura fidgeted for a moment before turning and finally leaving.

The four of them stood in silence for a few seconds, watching her retreating form in the distance.

  “Well, shit,” cursed Madara, as the rest absently nodded in agreement.

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  It’s been another 2 weeks since the sparring incident with Izuna. Sakura tried her hardest to avoid being alone with the four of them, or any of them in fact. She felt something shift between them, an almost suffocating tension whenever she found herself alone with any of them or with all four of them. She blamed it on her hormones, and how it’s been nearly 3 months since she last got laid, that she was reacting to them. She noticed the changes in them as well, the way Hashirama would soften his eyes when she talks to him about medical stuff, or how Tobirama would stare at her like she's a new jutsu he would like to uncover, or how Izuna would always find a way to fluster her with compliments. Madara was the least obvious of all, but she knew enough about Uchiha antics that the lingering touches and intense eye contact he would give her would tell her enough about his intentions with her. 

Sakura sighed  when her head snapped up to see Madara barging in, his eyes zeroing in on her. “Sakura, you are needed at the compound. It is urgent,” he said and walked out, not stopping to see if she would follow. She quickly followed him, making it to the compound in record time. Inside, she saw a young boy who was deathly pale with a huge gash on his torso.

  “What happened?” she asked as she immediately put her hair up in a bun and knelt beside the boy, analyzing the situation.

  “Him and a few other kids were so-called "training" and one of them was able to grab a hold of a katana,” Madara said in a clipped tone. Said kid was off to the side hiding behind a lady who was crying silently.

  “I-i-m..S-s–s-oo-rr-ry,” he tried to say in between sobs. Sakura looked up at him with soft eyes. “Don’t worry hun, I’ll get him fixed in no time,” she said as her hands started glowing green. It was a deep gash and she was glad made it there on time. Soon the boy’s features relaxed and some color returned on his skin. She sat back on her heels once she was done, wiping the sweat off her brows.

  “The worst of the injuries are healed, but he lost too much blood. I would need to admit him to the hospital and give him a transfusion,” she told Madara. He nodded, his body finally relaxing. The little boy walked towards his friend and looked at her with teary eyes.

  “He’ll be okay?” he asked softly. She smiled and nodded. She then felt Madara behind her and the boy tensed.

  “Hayato, let this be a lesson learned. You are lucky that we have Dr. Haruno around, otherwise you know what would’ve happened,” he said sternly. The boy looked down, shame rolling off of him in waves.

  “Yy-y-es, Uchiha-s-sama,” he said quietly. Sakura’s eyes then widened, her mouth open when she saw Madara kneel down to pat the boy's head, ruffling his hair in the process. He turned his head towards her, one eyebrow raised. Sakura blushed at being caught staring with what she knew was a dumbfounded look. She blushed even harder when he smirked at her, her traitorous heart skipping a beat.

  “It appears I owe you another debt, Sakura,” he said. “Thank you,” he said again after a pause, the teasing smirk gone, replaced by sincerity on his face. Sakura didn’t trust her voice at that moment so she nodded instead. Just then, the most embarrassing thing happened. Sakura’s stomach growled. Now Sakura was blushing for a completely different reason.

  Madara chuckled. “Chisako, I trust you can take it from here. Please bring him to the hospital for that blood transfusion,” he ordered the lady, who was already bowing and making moves to follow his orders.

Sakura stood and made a move to help but Madara’s hand on her shoulders froze her in place.

“Come with me,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Sakura followed silently, having an internal battle with herself. Sakura should be mad at his tone and the way he assumes he can just command her to do things and expecting her to do it. Instead, she realized she actually found it very attractive, and the deep rumble of his voice got her all hot and bothered. She stopped walking after the realization. He turned around to look at her.

  “Anything the matter, Sakura?” he asked,.

  She shook herself out of her thoughts and unconsciously bit her lip as she looked into Madara’s questioning eyes. She noticed that his gaze moved to her lips for a fraction of a second when she did and it got her feeling all hot again. Guess Uchiha’s like lip biting? she thought to herself, saving that piece of information for later.

  “I really should make sure the boy gets proper care,” she began about to turn to leave, when Madara suddenly placed his hand on the wall behind her next to her head. She backed up from the sudden movement, not realizing that there was a wall behind her. Her heart began to pound, the proximity of his presence clouding her brain. Madara inched closer towards her, leaving only a small space in between their bodies. He bent down so that his eyes were at her level and smirked.

“It would be very rude of me to not offer you sustenance after what you did for my clansmen. And judging from your stomach earlier, it's safe to assume that you haven’t eaten anything since this morning, if you ate at all, correct?” he drawled, smiling at her as she blushed. He admits that he was enjoying the way she reacted to him. She was so receptive, and he started to wonder at the other ways he could get reactions out of her. He was unaware that he was inching closer to her now, their nose slightly brushing. He was surprised that she wasn’t pushing him away. Instead, he kept his gaze into her emerald eyes as she looked at him through her pretty pink lashes, slowly inching forward. The pace was slow, giving her time to stop him if she wanted to, and he wanted to see how far he could take it before she caved. Yet, the pink haired medic made no attempt to stop him. Madara’s pulse quickened and he felt a sudden rush of excitement at the thought that she wanted him to kiss her. When their lips were only a breath away from touching, her stomach decided to growl loudly, yet again, breaking the spell. She pushed, more like shoved, Madara backwards, as she caught her breath.

  Madara groaned both at the interruption and at the force of her shove. He dusted himself off and stood straighter, once again commanding her to follow him as he turned and walked off. Sakura took a deep breath to try to calm her beating heart and followed. What the hell was that?!  She thought to herself.

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That night Sakura couldn’t sleep, so she left her sleeping quarters and made her way towards the outskirts of the village, near the river. She sat with her knees bent towards her chest, looking up into the sky. The feeling of loneliness and guilt returned.

She woke up in darkness. She frantically looked around, trying to figure out where she was. The last thing she remembered was opening the Uchiha chest.

“Hello my dear,” says a feminine voice. She turned around and saw a figure of a goddess in front of her. She’s only ever seen her in books, when she was learning everything she can about the Uchiha clan, the goddess Amaterasu was mentioned as their deity.  

The goddess smiled. “You know who I am,” she stated. Sakura nodded, too stunned to speak.

 “I have been waiting for you,” she says. “M-me?” Sakura stuttered. The goddess nodded.

 “You have been chosen my dear,” she says. Sakura was confused. When the goddess didn’t continue, she asked, “Chosen? Chosen for what?”

 “This was not the way it was meant to be,” she began.

 “What are you talking about,” Sakura was getting frustrated now.

 “This outcome of your time that is,” she answered. Sakura just stared at the goddess.

 “We have agreed for a change. And you my dear, are the chosen one,” she said. Amaterasu waved her hands and suddenly the events from her most recent life appeared around her, playing in reverse. Sakura watched, her heart wrenching as she saw her teammates die again, then it continued to play until they were placed on Team 7. It kept going, and she caught a glimpse of who was responsible for the Uchiha massacre. She watched, eyes wide in horror, as it continued to play through the Kyuubi attack, the third shinobi war, then the second, all the way back to the warring state era, to where the Senju and Uchiha were battling. It stopped right where Tobirama made the killing blow on someone that looked like her teammate, Sasuke.

  “This is where it all started my dear, the death of Izuna Uchiha,” she said. Sakura couldn’t say a word. She was still trying to process the onslaught of information she just saw. They stood in silence for what seemed like eternity.

  “What exactly was I chosen for?” she finally broke the silence, her voice so soft yet to her it felt like she screamed the question at the top of her lungs.

  The goddess smiled. “You must save Izuna, prevent his death from the hands of the Senju,” she said at last. Sakura inhaled sharply at the news.

“What?!” This time she did yell, her scream echoing around them. “W-w.-w-hy me? W-w-wh-what do you mean, HOW?” she was pacing now, her mind racing a mile a minute at the implication. When the goddess didn’t say anything, Sakura stopped her pacing to look at her. Amaterasue just smiles, which infuriated Sakura.  

“Are you going to give me more information or are you just going to stand there and leave me in the dark?” Sakura retorted, forgetting that she was talking to an actual goddess.

“We have seen a better future, one that you would create,” she began. “Us higher beings were never meant to interfere, it has always been that way. However, something brought us back to you,” she explained.

“Why me?” Sakura asks again, her shoulder sagging in defeat. The goddess smiled, tilting Sakura’s chin up to meet her eyes with her pointer finger.

“Believe in yourself, Sakura. You are stronger than you think,” Sakura couldn’t help but hold her breath. To have a goddess tell her that she’s strong did something to her.  

“You will be brought back in time to save Izuna,” the goddess finally said. Sakura let out a shuddering breath. She figured as much but was hoping that it wasn’t the case.

“But then, what will happen to me?” Sakura asks quietly. “If I go back in time and change the course of history, where would I be? Will I cease to exist? Will I come back to this time?” she began to ask question after question.

Amaterasu just smiles. “You will be in despair, but you will persevere. You shall find a place within the four pillars” she said.

Sakura’s brows furrowed, not understanding the jumbled riddle she just said. “You didn’t really answer my question..” she mumbled.  

“Just know my dear, that your loving heart is the key to stopping the cycle of hatred,” she finishes as she stops in front of Sakura to place a glowing hand on her chest. Then everything went black.

Sakura came back to her senses when she felt a prickling sensation in the back of her neck. She tried to get a read of the person’s chakra but it was well hidden. She knew four males who could hide their chakra this well. But which one of them had found her, she thought.

“You can sit next to me and keep me company instead of watching from the shadows,” she said to no one in particular. She waited for a few seconds before she heard the sound of light footsteps make its way towards her. She turned her head and froze. For a second she saw Kakashi in him with his white hair, but as he came out of the shadows, her breath caught at the sight of him under the moonlight. He was devilishly handsome, she thought and looked away. 

She heard him take a seat next to her and for a while they just sat there in comfortable silence.

“You’re either very brave or very foolish” he said as he took a seat next to her. Sakura let out a huff. “I can take care of myself, Senju-sama,” she retorted.

Tobirama just stared at her, causing her to squirm under his penetrating gaze. “I guess you can. Forgive me, I didn’t mean to offend you, but you must know that kunoichi are very rare, so imagine our surprise when we saw you and Izuna spar. Add to that your healing capabilities,” he trailed off, looking ahead into the river. Sakura blushed at the hidden compliment. “I must admit, I am still very wary of you, but you have proven for the last month that what you say rings true, about wanting peace,” he admitted.

“One thing that still does not make sense to me, kunoichi, is how you seemed to have appeared out of nowhere,” he began, and Sakura tensed. She should’ve known that Tobirama, out of all of them, would be the logical one to question such a thing. She tried to come up with something to answer him, not yet ready to tell him the full truth of where she really came from.

“Like I said, I was traveling until the Uchiha found me,” she said. “Senju-sama, as much as it flatters me to think that you view me as a threat, you need to learn to relax,” she was looking at the river now, so she missed the way his brows creased at her comment.

“And why shouldn’t I view you as a threat?” he asked carefully, opting to let it go for now, knowing full well she was deflecting the question.

Sakura looked back at him as if he grew a second head. “Senju-sama, as good as I’d like to think I am, I know for a fact that I am no match for you,” she stated as a matter of fact. The blatant compliment caught the Senju completely off guard, causing him to blush slightly. He turned away and coughed a little. Sakura giggled, amazed by the fact that she was actually sitting here conversing with the man whose face she saw in stone every day of her academy life.

“That may be true, but I saw the way you caused that crater on the ground,” he said. “You’d have at least caused me to break a little sweat,” he remarked, a hint of a smirk forming on his lips. Sakura gasped lightly, hands on her chest in mock horror.

“Didn’t think you had it in you to tell jokes, Senju-sama,” she said as she smiled at him. This caused him to frown.

“I,” he paused. She was right, this was out of character for him. He’s never bantered like this with anyone other than his brother, yet here he was, easily conversing with the pink-haired medic. Even though he was still wary of her and he had a feeling she was hiding something from them, he still felt comfortable enough to be speaking with her like this. He didn’t realize how easy it was to talk to her once he stopped seeing her as a threat. He realized he was staring at her as she tilted her head with a frown on her face. The full moon cast its light across her face illuminating her soft pink hair and casting a beautiful glow in her green eyes. His heart rate began to pick up and he clenched his jaw. He looked away from her and took a deep breath.

 “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, Senju-sama,” she said softly.

 “Tobirama,” he said. “Please, drop the honorific, it makes me feel old.”

 Sakura couldn’t help it, but she laughed. Tobirama looked at her like she’s finally lost her mind, but he let her have that moment to catch herself.

 “But you are old, Tobirama ,” she meant it to come out as a playful, mocking remark, but to the Senju, hearing his name come out of her mouth and being said in that voice, sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine.

 Sakura felt the change in the atmosphere instantly. She felt the electrical charge in between them at the sudden tension. She saw his red eyes dilate and felt his breath hitch ever so slightly. Her own breathing did the same, and she swore he could hear the rapid beating of her heartbeat. They stared at each other like that, neither making a move nor saying anything to acknowledge the sudden tension.

“Sakura,” was all he said, and she inhaled sharply at the way his velvety voice said her name. Sakura felt her cheeks heating at his intense stare.

Tobirama saw her blush deepen and he smirked. He liked the fact that he wasn’t the only one affected by whatever it was happening between them. Just then the wind decided to blow around them, rougher than normal and she fought down a shiver. It was then he noticed the little clothing she was wearing. He couldn’t help himself as his eyes decided to roam down her petite body, seeing her curves being outlined by the thin yukata she was wearing. He swallowed as his gaze traveled lower, her bare legs pale and inviting under the moonlight.

“I-i should get some sleep!” she squeaked, standing up quickly. He didn’t realize that he had growled his appreciation and was mortified that he had lost his self-control like that. He stood up stiffly, his body tense.

“Good night,” she said as she ran back to her sleeping quarters. He watched her disappear and this time he let out a ragged exhale. He needed to take a dip into the cold river before returning to the compound. 

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Days passed until finally, Sakura was standing in front of the newly built Hokage tower. Tears of happiness flowed down her face as she felt the monumental moment of bearing witness to history, of her future.

“But then, what will happen to me?” Sakura asks quietly.

 “You will be in despair, but you will persevere. You shall find a place within the four pillars”  

Sakura shook herself from her thoughts. She still has no idea what the goddess meant by those words. But one thing is for certain, she knows that she’s here to stay. That familiar pang in her chest reared its ugly head, threatening to ruin the moment of happiness she felt a moment ago. No, this is for a better future, for Sasuke-kun and Naruto, she reminded herself. She would make sure that history won’t repeat itself and give them the future they deserve, a future with loving families, even if it meant she wouldn’t be there with them to witness it. 

She then made her way inside the tower. She smiled at the familiarity of walking the halls of the tower once again, stopping to knock on the door before making her way inside.

One of the bigger changes she was proud of was suggesting to Hashirama and Madara that they can both be in charge, since they were the mastermind behind the village. Of course, there was a big setback from both respective clans’ elders, but Sakura spent enough time being the Tsunade’s apprentice in the future that she knew her way around those old geezers. They eventually agreed to her proposal, and thus Madara and Hashirama were both crowned Hokage’s.

“Ahh, Sakura, you’re here!” Hashirama exclaimed in his usual, jovial tone, his face lighting up the second he saw her.

“Hokage-sama,” she bowed politely.

“Please, Sakura, you of all people needn’t be so formal with me,” he said. 

“Oh, so this is the infamous Sakura Haruno I’ve been hearing about,” says a female voice. Sakura turned towards the voice and saw a girl, possibly a year or two older than her, in full armor with her arms crossed and giving her a once over.

“Yes?” she says questioningly.

“Sakura, this is Touka, our cousin. She’s one of the few kunoichi that fought alongside us during the war. She was in Uzushiogakure for the last few months. As you may not know, we have a strong alliance with them ever since I can remember,” Tobirama explained.

Touka walked over to Sakura, circling around her before stopping right in front of her. They were of the same height, so they were eye to eye. She smiled.

“It’s about time another kunoichi joins us, and a beautiful one at that. We are going to be best friends,” she announced. Sakura’s eyes widened at the girl’s bluntness. It reminded her so much of Ino that she had to blink rapidly to fight off the tears threatening to appear.

Tobirama sighed, clearly used to their cousin’s antics.

“Touka,” he warned. Touka looked over her shoulder, brows furrowed until she saw the look on Tobirama’s face, which in turn changed her facial expression to one of amusement.

“Oh?” she says, the side of her lips turning up into a smirk. Tobirama’s eyebrows twitched.

“Whatever it is you’re thinking, do not,” he began before she could comment.

Hashirama was on the side, eyes closed while chuckling awkwardly. “Anyways, Sakura, if you would be so kind as to take a look at Touka. It appears she has an old injury that needs to be taken care of,” Hashirama interjected the two.

“Hai, Hoka-,” she began but paused as Hashirama looked at her sternly. “H-hai, H-hashir-rama-sama,” she said softly, a slight dusting of pink appearing on her cheeks. The shyness of which she said his name, although still with the honorific, and the sight of her blushing caused Hashirama to awkwardly blush as well, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Touka watched the interaction with a gleam in her eyes. Oh, this was going to be good , she thought to herself.

After her examination with Touka, Sakura made her way to the Senju compound. She was greeted warmly as she made her way through the compound, stopping here and there to chat with people she remembers healing for the last few weeks. As she made her way to the main building where Hashirama and Tobirama resided, she was greeted by Machi, the elder lady who ran the staff in the main house.

“Sakura-san, so good to see you,” she greeted, ushering her inside.

“Could I get you anything to drink?” she inquired. Sakura just smiles and shakes her head politely.

“Machi-san, I am here to see Hoka- Hashirama-sama, is he here?” she asked.

“Yes, yes, he is down the hall. Please follow me,” she says as she guided her towards said hall. The Senju family home was as long as it was large, with plenty of wide open rooms that emptied out into inner courtyards.

“Hashirama, Sakura-san is here,” she says in a chirpy tone. Just then the shogi doors slid open suddenly, Hashirama’s eyes wide. Machi turned to walk away with a small smirk on her face.

“Sakura! What a pleasant surprise! I didn’t expect to see you here,” he rambled on. Sakura giggled at his energetic antics.

“Care to join me?” he asked as he stepped aside and gestured towards the engawa, where a bottle of sake and a cup sat.

“Isn’t it a little early to be drinking, Hokage-sama,” she teased. Hashirama chuckled and led her to sit down. “Let me get you a cup,” he says as he walked off. She watched him disappear down the hall and sighed, a small smile on her face. Guessing Tsunade-shishou’s drinking habits came from him, she thought to herself. Hashirama came back seconds later with a cup and sat down next to Sakura, pouring the sake for both of them.

“Cheers,” he smiled at her over his cup as he took a sip. She smiled back and nodded, also taking a sip. Her eyes then widened as the taste of the sake hit her mouth. Hashirama smiled a knowing smile.

“This is delicious!” she exclaimed, sipping the rest of her cup in one gulp. Hashirama laughed doing the same.

“I am happy you think so! It is one of my finer sake’s,” he says, already pouring them both another one.

“What’s the occasion, Hokage-sama?” she asked.

“No occasion, I was just reflecting. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that the dream I’ve longed for since I was child has finally come to fruition, and it’s all thanks to you Sakura,” he says, turning to face her. She looked back at him, at the genuine appreciation in his eyes, and her posture relaxed and her gaze softened. Sakura couldn’t help but admire the boyish charm in his looks. Just as he was sipping his sake, he heard her say his name in that shy tone of hers, causing him to sputter out the liquid.

She giggled at his reaction, a slight blush on her cheeks. Saying his name while dropping the honorific felt so intimate to her, she’s always been Hokage to him. But it felt a little different to her now, and it might have something to do with the fact that he was closer to her in age at this time, and the fact that she might be attracted to him. She smiled as she gulped down the sake, letting him gather himself.

“Sakura,” he said after clearing his throat. “Could you..say that again?” he asked, his pleading gaze boring into hers. She bit her lips as she looked down, her blush deepening, some of it from the alcohol.

“Hashirama,” she said in a soft sigh. She startled when his hands cupped her jaw, her eyes finally looking up at him, except his eyes did not meet hers. Instead, his eyes were focused on her lips. She felt his thumb rub softly on the corner of her lips where she felt a drop of sake lingered, then pulled his hands away and licked the same thumb. This caused the pinkette to turn a shade darker at the suggestive action. His eyes finally met hers and he smirked.

“Delicious,” he says, gulping down the rest of his own sake. Sakura’s heart was beating so fast and so loud, she has a feeling Hashirama could hear it. Without thinking, she grabbed the sake from him and drank right out of the bottle, shocking the Senju himself. He then laughed as they continued to drink, both silently agreeing to ease the tension for now to just enjoy each others company.

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Sakura knew she was treading into dangerous territory. As a woman, she felt validated and wanted whenever she caught them staring at her with a hungry look. She’s never had the opportunity to go on casual dates. Even before the Fourth Shinobi War, she was so focused on improving herself, training and working at the hospital that she barely had time to relax yet alone to date, or have casual flings as Ino would call them. However, after the war, the pain of losing her two teammates brought her into the arms of a trusted friend. He was also grieving the loss of his father, and as they came across each other during one of their lowest points, they helped each other physically cope with the loss. After a while she ended things, respecting him enough as a friend to know that what they were doing was only temporary. She never had the opportunity to think about the opposite sex again, until she found herself being thrown back in time to face the founding fathers of Konoha.

And they were gorgeous men, each in their own right. And the sexual tension she could feel whenever she’s near any of them has Sakura squirming in her bed at night. She’s come to terms with the fact that she was indeed attracted to all four of them, and they to her. She can’t help but fear that their attraction to her will cause them to fight over her and possibly sabotage the peace that they’re finally in. She definitely did not want that happening, therefore she has made it her oath to not act on her attraction with any of them. An oath that she religiously repeated in her head as she was sitting among said men while being served dinner at the Uchiha compound.

She was sitting between Hashirama and Tobirama while Madara and Izuna sat across from them. Once in a while she would hear Tobirama say something about “Damn Uchiha’s” under his breath while Izuna would not-so subtly glare at him. Sakura’s eyebrows twitched for the 5th time after Izuna made another whispered jab at Tobirama, one which he clearly heard.

“That’s enough, you two,” she groaned, slamming her cup down. This clearly stopped all conversation and had their heads turning towards her.

“Look, I totally get it. You hate each other, and I can’t blame you, seeing as he,” Sakura pointing her thumb to Tobirama on her right, ”tried to kill you. But, Izuna-san, let’s not lie and say you wouldn’t have done the same thing” she narrowed her eyes at him.

Izuna frowned but said nothing. “Both of your clans have been at war for so long that hating each other is all you’ve ever known. Now that we’ve built this village and are making our way towards peace, is it too much trouble to at least act cordial with each other when were together like this?” she asked, her face softening and her eyes pleading. Izuna and Tobirama both looked away in shame, while Hashirama’s eyes softened, seeing the two struggle internally at Sakura’s words.

Madara looked down with a scowl. He was overwhelmed with emotions at her words. Anger towards her for daring to tell him and Izuna how to feel, frustration because even though he hates the idea of getting along with the Senju brat, she was right in a way, and exhausted because he HAS held so much hatred for the war they grew up in that, as she mentioned, it’s the only thing he knows. Madara sighed.

“She’s right,” he began, Sakura’s eye widening at his admission. “If the two younger brothers of our respective clans can’t even get along, then we are setting that example within the clans,” he said, turning towards Tobirama with a scowl. Tobirama glared right back.

“Know this, Senju” he growled, “that if you were successful in taking the life of the only family member I had left, that I would’ve done everything in my power to make sure that this peace that your brother dreamt of, would never have come to light,” he threatened through gritted teeth. He took a deep breath before continuing, the tension between them thick and palpable.

“But, if I must admit, if Izuna would’ve done the same to you, Hashirama would’ve felt the same” he said, turning to face his friend. Hashirama stared back, his expression serious. He looked to Tobirama and sighed, “Tobi, if you were gone, I would’ve given up on my dream and do everything in my power to kill every Uchiha for taking the last of my blood,” he said so softly that they almost didn’t hear his confession. Sakura swallowed the lump in her throat. This was a very tense moment, one where she wasn’t sure if she should’ve just kept her mouth shut.

Noone said a word, and Sakura was about to apologize when Izuna looked her way. “Sakura,” he said. She swallowed. “I apologize for making you uncomfortable with our..hostility,” he bowed. Tobirama bowed as well, although in a smaller form. “Tobirama Senju,” he then directed his gaze towards said man.

“I,” Izuna closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, he had the same weary expression on his face as his brother. “She’s right. Let us set a good example for our clan members,” he said at last. Tobirama just frowned. Sakura bit her lips, waiting with baited breath at his response. She wasn’t expecting for him to turn his gaze towards her, and when he did she tensed. She could see the internal struggle as his jaw clenched. Once he made up his mind, he turned his attention back towards Izuna.

“I will not apologize for trying to take your life,” he began, which caused all of them to tense.

“But,” he said, holding up his hand towards his brother who was about to say something. “I understand the significance of you surviving. So I will be more careful with my…hostility with you from now on,” he said.

Izuna just stared at him until he broke into a fit of laughter. “That’s the closest to an apology I’ll ever get to hear from you, Senju. I’ll take it,” he said in between catching his breath. Sakura let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Hashirama joined Izuna and let out his infamous laugh, also letting go of some tension. “This calls for a toast!” he bellowed, already pouring sake into cups. Sakura couldn’t help the genuine smile she gave Tobirama, causing the white haired man to uncontrollably blush. He coughed and looked away, but not before getting a teasing look from Izuna, which he responded with a scowl.

They continued throughout the night, talking and bickering like old friends. They already finished two bottles of sake, when Sakura excused herself towards the garden.

“I just need some fresh air, if you guys don’t mind,” she politely asked. They were hesitant at first, but they saw the way her eyes expressed what her words could not, that she wanted to be alone, so they obliged. “Don’t stay out too long, it’s a bit chilly tonight,” Hashirama said softly. She gave him a half smile and nodded before she stepped outside and closed the shogi doors.

Sakura was standing by the koi pond, just staring at the various koi swimming around. The moonlight was bright tonight. She was overwhelmed, to say the least. She’s already changed so much of the past, it was only during dinner when she saw the way the four of them finally was able to relax and truly be in each other’s company without the hostility that it really overcame her, that the future Naruto and Sasuke deserve will be reached.

“You must be Sakura”, says a feminine voice. Sakura turned towards the direction of the voice and found a girl with dark hair, wearing the traditional blue yukata of the Uchiha clan. She was beautiful and poised, and she couldn’t help but feel a little shy around her presence.

“That’s me,” she said with a soft smile. “Let me guess, you’ve heard a lot about me?” she said with only the slightest hint of amusement.

“Yes, of course,” she replied with a smile on her face. “You are the one who healed Izuna and saved him, how could I not?” Sakura didn’t miss the way she said Izunas name without the honorific.

“I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long, but everyone was busy with the new peace and all, and you always seemed to have your hands full,” she said. “I finally got Madara to invite you to the compound so I could meet you at last,” she chuckled, covering her mouth with her hands.

“Oh, so it was you?” she tried to sound friendly but she cringed slightly when she didn’t. The girl then laughs and Sakura just stood there watching her.

“Oh forgive me, my name is Kagura Uchiha, and those two, Izuna and Madara, are my childhood friends. We grew up together,” she said at last, wiping the tears off her eyes. “Please do not worry, I am not your competition,” she said with a knowing smile, causing the pinkette to blush.

“I was arranged to marry Madara, that was the reason our family were close. At first, I accepted my fate, and he his, but as we grew up and Madara took over the clan, he voided the contract,” she admitted. “I was thankful, of course. He knew I never wanted to marry him,” she chuckled. “Besides, it is not my style to marry and be tied down to one man. I prefer the freedom of being with different men, if you know what I mean,” she winked at Sakura, which in turn caused her to blush a deeper shade, causing Kagura to laugh.

“Hmm, never thought you’d be on the shy side, Sakura, seeing as being a medic, you’ve probably seen your fair share of naked men?” she said with amusement.

Sakura laughed awkwardly, not sure what to think about her or the conversation. She thought Touka was blunt, but Kagura was very forward and she found herself wanting to be friends with her, despite the forwardness. It was like a piece of Ino, she thought to herself.

"That may be true, but that’s different,” she retorted.

“Hmm,” Kagura hummed, still smiling. “If I may be so bold, Sakura, I’d like for us to be friends. There’s not too many women out there that can call out those two without cowering in fear. Those types of women are boring and judgmental,” she said, waving her hand.

“I must admit, I don’t have the type of confidence you have, Kagura-san, but I would love to be your friend,” she said with a soft smile. “In fact, you remind me so much of my old friend. She had the same forwardness about...intimate subjects..as you,” she added.

“Oh, well then I guess it’s meant to be,” Kagura replied, not missing the past tense she used to describe her friend. “Please, call me Kagura,” she said before turning to look out into the pond.

They stood there in companionable silence, Sakura getting lost in her thoughts. It was when a slight wind that caused Sakura to shiver did Kagura suggest they go back inside, which Sakura smiled and gladly agreed.

Just behind the shogi doors leading back towards where the dinner took place, she could hear Hashirama’s laugh, along with Madara’s, although his was a little less boisterous. Surprising to her was also hearing the two younger brothers bickering about something mundane as paperwork. Kagura giggled beside her and smiled at Sakura.  

“I have you to thank for this, Sakura,” she said with the sincerest smile she’s seen on the woman, causing Sakura’s features to soften. “If you ever need help with seducing any of them, I’ll be more than happy to help,” she teased with a wink. Sakura was quick to shake her head and blush at the woman’s suggestion.

“I don’t think- I don’t-“ Sakura didn’t finish her sentence as Kagura slid the doors open and all conversation stopped to look their way.

Kagura winked at Sakura before turning to walk the other direction, smiling, and bowing to the four men before disappearing.

“SAKURA-CHAN!” Hashirama bellowed, causing Madara, who was sitting closely to his right, to wince, elbowing the Senju in the process.

“Itai, Madara,” he whined.

“Sakura!” Izuna happily exclaimed, already by her side, ushering her to sit beside him. He poured her a cup and passed it on to her with a genuine smile on his face. He was close enough that she could smell the sake on his breath. Sakura’s heart was pounding, both from his proximity and the fact that his smile was doing things to her insides. Just then, a pale hand holding an empty cup was lodged between their faces, causing Izuna to back up and glare at the Senju.

It was then Sakura noticed Tobirama’s presence next to her, his warmth seeping through her clothes as he leaned a little too close to Sakura as he held up his cup. She turned her head to look up at him and he met her stare, his red eyes boring into her green ones. Sakura swallowed, her throat instantly feeling dry and looked down.

“Cheers, to Sakura!” Hashirama interrupted, as the four men brought up their cups before drinking from it. Sakura watched all of them and smiled before taking a sip from her own cup.

A few hours later and Hashirama was laying on his back, already fast asleep, while Madara sat next to him, elbows on the table with his face buried in his hands. Sakura sighed at the sight. God of shinobi’s my ass, she thought to herself. She looked over to find Izuna nodding off on the side as well. Tobirama seemed like he was faring well, light dusting of pink on his face the only sign that he was drinking.

“It would be unwise for us to stay any longer,” Tobirama said, already making his way to Hashirama. Izuna startled at his voice and nodded. “I would offer the guest bedroom, but I doubt you would take it so soon,” he said in a slurred voice.

Tobirama smirked. “You’re right Uchiha, I still don’t trust you to get back at me,” he lightly teased back, causing Izuna to laugh lazily, attempting to get up but failing. Sakura walked over and knelt in front of him, her hands already glowing green and placing both hands on either side of his face. Izuna’s eyes widened, his face reddening at the sudden proximity of the pink-haired girl. Sakura didn’t seem to notice as she was focused on making sure he did not get a hangover.

“There, you’ll thank me tomorrow,” she giggled, and got up to walk over to where Tobirama was trying to get Hashirama up.

“Here, let me help,” she said softly, ducking under Hashirama’s other side and bringing his arms over her shoulders.

“You don’t have to,” Tobirama began but she just glared at him, shutting him up.

 "Good night Izuna," she said as they walked off.

It was already late into the night, so it was a quiet walk back to the compound. Tobirama was thankful as he did not want the people to see their new Hokage being dragged out of the Uchiha compound at an ungodly hour. As they were walking, Hashirama leaned his head towards Sakura, rubbing his face on her hair and the side of her neck. Sakura blushed furiously but didn’t say anything. Tobirama groaned.

“I apologize for his behavior,” he said with a sigh. She chuckled lightly and shook her head.

“It’s ok, he’s not the first drunk I had to carry home,” she said with a smile on her face. He turned to her again with an arched eyebrow.

“My, ah, master, who taught me how to heal, liked to drink sake,” she said. Tobirama hummed at the new information.

“It looks like you do as well, seeing as you look like you haven’t been drinking at all tonight,” he grumbled, causing Sakura to laugh again. It sounded like tinkling bells in his ears and he blushed.

“Being an expert in the medical field has its perks. I’m able to metabolize the alcohol in my body a lot faster than most people, but it still won’t save me if I continue to drink a lot, but it does let me drink more than the normal person,” she explained. Just then, Hashirama perked up again, rubbing his face on Sakura once more, but this time removing his arms away from Tobirama to fully engulfed Sakura from the side into a fierce hug.

Sakura squeaked as Hashirama tried to wrap himself around her, much like how a child would when wanting to be carried by their mother. Tobirama’s brows furrowed, already trying to pull Hashirama off of her.

“Brother, that is very inappropriate behavior,” he hissed as he tugged harshly on Hashirama’s collar, causing him to fall backwards. He stayed down, clearly fast asleep. Tobirama stood in front of Sakura and bowed slightly.

“Please forgive him,” he said, which caused Sakura to giggle. He stood back up, head tilted in confusion.

“You are so proper,” she said, a slight teasing tone in her voice. He was about to open his mouth to retort but stopped when her glowing green hands cupped his face. She was looking at her hands, giving Tobirama the chance to see her face up close. This was the second time he got to take a good look at her under the light of the moon. She then met his eyes after she finished what she was doing to him. “You’ll thank me tomorrow,” she said quietly and smiled, causing Tobirama to suck in his breath.

He held on to her wrist before she could pull her hands away and Sakura’s eyes widened a little, her lips parting. He wanted to blame it on the alcohol for his bold behavior, but he knew that this was all him. To think that he was just yelling at his brother for being inappropriate a few minutes ago, and here he was, wanting to close the distance between them.

“Tobirama..” she sighed, her eyes softening. He swore he saw her eyes dart down to his lips, or it could just be his own mind conjuring up things he wanted to see. With all the self-control that he was known for, he let her wrist go and stepped back, bowing again before turning around to pick up Hashirama. Curse him for wanting to do right with her the proper way, he thought to himself as he looked at her again, standing there like an angel under the moon, staring at him with those eyes.

“I can take it from here, Sakura. Enjoy the rest of your night, thank you,” he said as he teleported the rest of the way back to the Senju compound with Hashirama in tow.

Sakura stared at the spot he was just standing a few moments ago, trying to calm her beating heart. She could’ve sworn he was going to kiss her, and she found that she was going to let him if he did. Not good, she thought to herself as she made her way back to her own place.

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As she got closer, Madara was able to maneuver past Sasuke’s defense and struck him in the abdomen with one of the spheres that turned into a spike.

“NOOOOO” screamed Sakura. Madara shoved Sasuke to the side, as if he was a mere bug that he just swatted away. Sakura ran and caught Sasuke, her heart in her throat.

“Sasuke-kun, please hold on. I got you, just hold on” as she gently laid him down and began healing him, the familiar glowing green chakra encasing her hands and placing it on top of his abdomen, where the sphere penetrated. So much blood, she thought, as she fought the tears that were threatening to fall.

Sasuke just looked at her with soft eyes, acceptance to his faith clearly written on them.

“Sakura..” he mustered, although it came out weak and barely above a whisper.

“Shhh, please Sasuke-kun, just hold on for me ok? Keep fighting. I will heal you, ok? Don’t worry, you’ll be ok” she rambled, her lips trembling, her hands shaking as she tried to heal his gaping wound. Shit shit shit, I don’t have enough chakra. She inwardly cursed at herself.

She didn’t realize she was crying until Sasuke weakly caught a tear from falling down her cheeks. The touch was barely there, yet she jolted back into focus as if he had just slapped her. She looked into his onyx eyes and cried even harder; the knowing look on his face evident of what’s to come.

“Nooo..” her voice breaking, she shut her eyes, trying to calm her emotions, trying but failing to keep her heart from shattering.

“Sa..kura..I’m So..sor…rry” Sasuke was wheezing now, pain obvious on his face. He doesn’t have much time left, the only thing keeping him up being his will power to stay alive long enough to say what he needed to say.

“Sasuke-kun…please…” she was bawling now, steady streams of tears falling down her cheeks, her eyes shut. “I love you with all my heart, please, you just came back..” she hiccuped. She opened her eyes when she felt a light poke on her forehead. She looked down at Sasuke, a faint smile on his face.

“A..ri..gatou,” were his last words before the light in his eyes dimmed and completely snuffed out forever.

Sakura heard a scream, only to realize that it was coming from her. It happened so slowly, yet only a few minutes passed, really. Time stood still as her heart died along with Sasuke.

“SASUKEEE” she heard Naruto scream in the distance. She vaguely remembered about the fight going on between Naruto and Madara. She looked up, and her eyes widened. The slight distraction from Naruto gave Madara the opening he needed to pierce him with the same spear he used on Sasuke. Time stood still. She watched it all play out in slow motion. She was screaming as she saw Naruto struggle and was also tossed to the side. She tried to get up, to run over to catch his fall but her limbs felt so heavy. Next thing she knew everything was black.

Sakura woke up in a cold sweat, her breathing ragged. She hasn’t had that nightmare in a while, and her heart clenched tightly at the memory of her teammates’ death. She shuddered, remembering the cold, uncaring look Madara had as he killed them. She closed her eyes again, trying to get her breathing under control. I will not let that happen , she vowed to herself. She has no clue why Madara became the way he is in her future, but the Madara she knows, here in the past, is a different person, and she will do everything in her power to steer him away from that future. They all deserve a better future, she thought.

After she felt that she’s calmed down enough, she cursed when she noticed that it was already late in the day. Luckily, she was given today off, courtesy of Hashirama. He probably planned to get that drunk from the start , she mused. Sakura went off to the market to buy some groceries and made her way back home to start cooking her lunch. As her lunch was almost ready, there was a knock on the door. With a frown, she felt for the person’s chakra signature and was surprised to find Hashirama’s signature outside her door.

“Hashirama! What are you doing here?” she asked after opening the door. He stood there with an apologetic smile on his face and one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sakura-chan! I, uh, wanted to apologize to you about last night,” he began. Sakura tilted her head and leaned her hips against the door. He continued. “Tobi told me what I did,” he trailed off, his head dropping in shame. Sakura giggled, causing him to look back up at her.

“Don’t worry about it. How are you feeling today?” she asked him, smiling.

“Good! Well except for a slight headache but it’s to be expected, hehehe,” he laughed awkwardly. Just then he sniffed the air and his eyes lit up.

“Is that, curry?” he asked her, which she nodded as an answer. “I was actually cooking lunch before you came. It should be about ready, would you like to join me, Hashirama?” she inquired, stepping back to invite him in. His face lit up and walked inside to follow her. Sakura was already setting up the table and motioned for him to sit.

“Itadakimasu!” they both said as they began eating. Hashirama’s eyes widened after taking the first bite and stared at Sakura.

“This is delicious!” he exclaimed, taking another huge bite. She smiled and thanked him as she continued eating as well.

Hashirama couldn’t help but be constantly in awe of the pink-haired girl in front of him. She was an exceptional healer, an intelligent and calculating woman, and now a great cook. Hashirama frowned, as he thought about how much he still doesn’t know about her. Sakura felt his change and asked him what’s wrong.

“Sakura-chan, I,” he paused, unsure how to word the question to her. “I just realized that I know nothing about where you came from” he began.

Sakura placed her utensils down and looked at her food. Hashirama instantly regretted bringing it up, not wanting to ruin the moment they were having, but she smiled and shook her head.

“Mmnnm, I’m surprised it took you this long to ask,” she said with a slight teasing smile, but he could see that it didn’t reach her eyes. She took a deep breath and faced him.

“What would you like to know?” she asked.

“How did you become a kunoichi? I always thought civilians disliked shinobi and not coming from a clan, I assume made it difficult to train in the arts,” he asked her.

“Hmm, I guess you’re right. My village, they trained both civilians and shinobi alike,” Hashirama’s eyes widened at the information.

“Actually, there was this boy I liked,” she said with a soft smile. “I was smitten, and I wanted to get closer to him, but he was in a clan and we barely talked, so I decided to become a kunoichi to get closer to him,” she chuckled then. “Not really the best reason to become one,” Hashirama stayed quiet, listening to her tell her story.

“My parents were against it at first, since they were civilians, but I’m very stubborn. I convinced them eventually. I was very weak, and I only cared about how I looked and how I would get Sasuke-kun to go on a date with me. He always called me annoying,” she said. She inhaled and exhaled, trying to steady her breath.

“He..was in a very dark place and I couldn’t save him. I even forced my best friend, Naruto, to promise me to save him. I put such a huge burden on him and I didn’t realize it at the time. So I trained and I vowed to get stronger. That’s when I met my master. I begged her to train me,” Sakura was shaking now and Hashirama fought the urge to touch her and comfort her. “I’m supposed to be one of the best healers,” she scoffed at herself, “yet, I still couldn’t save them. They still died under my watch,” Sakura’s voice broke and she closed her eyes, trying to hold back her tears. She startled when she felt Hashirama cup her cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen from her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I made you relive all that,” Hashirama said softly. His hands moved to her shoulders, squeezing it comfortingly. “I understand how it is to lose people you love to war. It is one of the many reasons I wanted to build this village,” he told her. Sakura smiled softly at Hashirama, her eyes softening. She placed her hands on top of his.

“I know, you are a good man, Hashirama. This was actually the first time I’ve ever spoken about this since I got here,” she admitted softly. She looked into his eyes, and his breath caught at the emotions swirling in her green eyes. His hand automatically moved to the back of her neck, his thumb gently caressing her jawline. He saw her swallow and her lips parted slightly.

Hashirama felt this sudden need to make her feel better. Without realizing, he had moved closer to her. He noticed that she wasn’t making any moves to push him away, causing his heart to beat faster. Slowly, he inched closer, his head slanting, keeping his gaze on hers. He could feel her rapid pulse from where his hands grabbed the back of her neck, and in her eyes, he could see that she wanted it too. His pride and ego shot up at the knowledge, and before his lips could touch hers, his brother decided to show up, causing him to back away from Sakura.

Tobirama narrowed his eyes at his brother who was uncharacteristically fidgeting. He briefly looked at Sakura, who was also avoiding his gaze. His brows furrowed at their behavior.

“Anija, are you avoiding your duties again? Madara has already covered for you for two hours, it is time you pull your weight. What are you doing here?” he asked, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I came to apologize to Sakura about yesterday and she invited me for lunch. Tobi-kun, I couldn’t have possibly declined the offer, she made curry! It’s delicious, you should try some!” he exclaimed, holding the plate of curry under Tobirama’s nose, causing him to lean back unless he wanted his nose buried in curry.

Sakura giggled and looked up at him. “Would you like some, Tobi-kun?” she asked. Tobirama whipped his head to face her, the nickname catching him off guard. She smiled up at him, amusement shining in her eyes. He cleared his throat and nodded slightly. Sakura got up to make his plate as he sat on the other side of Sakura on the table, glaring at his brother across from him.

“You are going back to work after lunch,” he said, to which Hashirama replied with a wave of his hand as he continued to eat his curry.

The three of them ate and talked, mostly about the different clans wanting to move into their village. Sakura would give her input here and there, and both Tobirama and Hashirama would look at her in amazement.

“If you weren’t in charge of the hospital, I’d have asked you to be a part of the council,” Tobirama commented, to which Hashirama nodded and agreed.

After lunch, Sakura stood up to gather the dishes but was stopped by Tobirama.

“Please, allow us. We did intrude after all,” he offered, as he grabbed the plate off her hand and passed it to Hashirama.

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want you guys to,” but she was cut off and Tobirama walked to where Hashirama was already washing the dishes.

Sakura stood there, watching the two shinobi she’s grown-up admiring, washing her dishes. They looked so domesticated and she was speechless. She bit her lips, trying to contain her smile and as they both turned around and saw her, both of their hearts skipping a beat as the sun decided to shine through a crack in her window, casting a glow around her.

Both Hashirama and Tobirama looked at each other then, giving each other knowing looks before they said their goodbyes. Sakura stared at the spot they were just in, her heart still beating fast. For the rest of the day she couldn’t get the image of the way they both stared at her, like she was the most beautiful girl they’ve ever seen.

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Madara was walking the streets of Konoha when a bob of pink hair caught his immediate attention. He smiled, his blood already thrumming as he made his way over to her. He’s been itching to spar with the pinkette ever since he watched her fight his brother. There have been nights when he’s woken up with a hard-on from dreaming about her in the field, her lithe body weaving and punching craters on the ground.

“Sakura”

She turned around and greeted him with a smile. He froze for a moment as he felt his heart skip a beat. 

“Madara?” she asked when he was quiet a second too long. He cleared his throat.

“Dance with me, Sa-ku-ra ,” he said in that silky baritone voice of his. Sakura blinked a few times, not registering what he said.

“D-dance? What are you talk- wait, you want to spar with me?” she asked, looking up at him through her lashes, a look of surprise on her face. He traced the back of his knuckles down her cheeks, making her involuntarily shiver. His smirk grew wider at the reaction and she scowled.

“Yes”

Sakura stood staring at him, her mouth open like a gaping fish but got a hold of herself. She didn’t trust her voice so she nodded instead and followed him to the training grounds.

 Madara was watching her stretch from across the field, the yukata leaving nothing to the imagination of her womanly curves. The anticipation from this spar along with her unintentional form of a tease, has already made him hard and aching. She looked at him with narrowed eyes and tilted her head.

“You seem too relaxed,” she said, and he smirked at the little pout she made.

He shrugged, causing the pinkette to scoff.

“I doubt I’ll even have to use my sharingan,” he goaded, smiling at her. Sakura gritted her teeth and got into a fighting stance. “You’re going to eat your words, Uchiha,” she growled. He smiled bigger, his adrenaline spiking and his blood pumping. “Let this dance begin,” he drawled as they both attacked.

She’s fierce and ruthless in her attacks, and rightly so after goading her. “Shannaro!” she yelled as she twisted her body to do a round-house kick aimed at his face, which he blocked by grabbing onto her ankles, her heels only inches from touching his face. From that angle, he nearly came undone at the sight before him; her muscled legs under the yukata, accentuated by the fact she’s stuck in a kick position. She scoffed and twisted her body again to kick with her other leg. He released her before she could land a hit.

At one point, Sakura managed to land a particularly hard punch to his chest, causing him to groan in pain. His erection twitched. He was really enjoying this dance with the pinkette.

Sakura was a dance partner that he’s never fought before. She’s powerful in her punches and intensely destructive, yet at the same time she was graceful in her movements and very precise. He could see her calculating the next move in her green eyes. He could see that she was also enjoying their spar in the way her eyes shone when they collided.

The spar ended with Madara pinning Sakura against a tree, his forearms against her upper back while his other hand held on to both of her wrists. Sakura tried to wiggle out of his grasp, causing Madara to groan and tighten his grip on her. Sakura looked over her shoulder and gasped as she met his red-eyes.

“Your sharingan is on,” she said breathlessly, her fight leaving her.

“Yes, it appears so,” he replied with a smirk. She smiled triumphantly at him. “Then I concede, Uchiha. The goal here was for me to get you to use your sharingan, you can let me go now,” she said, chuckling.

Except, he didn’t let her go but moved forward instead, making sure to press her body against the tree with his own. She gasped as she must’ve felt his erection on her behind. Leaning down so that he could whisper in her ear, he said “I rather enjoyed our dance, Sa-ku-ra. It was a pleasure,” he drawled.

Madara felt her shiver as his hot breath fanned against the back of her neck. Oh, so she’s sensitive there , he thought as he placed a soft kiss to her neck. He hissed as she instantly reacted, her back arched ever so slightly, rubbing her behind against him and she let out a small whimper. “M-madara,” she tried to say in an annoyed tone, but it came out in a breathy whisper instead. Before he could do anything further, he felt a shooting pain against his ribs as he tried to breathe, causing him to let go and drop on his knees.

“Madara!” she screamed, already starting to heal him.

“Damn, woman, you broke my ribs,” he said with a smile.

“And I can’t believe you were able to keep going after I did,” she said with a shake of her head.

His hands grabbed the back of her neck and before she knew what was happening, their lips collided. Sakura’s eyes widened and she tried to push him away but he held on to her wrists with his other hand as he tilted his head to kiss her even harder. After a tense few seconds, Sakura gave in to the kiss and wrapped her hands to the back of her neck. She opened her mouth and licked his lips. Madara groaned, not expecting her to take control, so he thrusts his tongue into her mouth, battling her tongue for dominance. He had snaked his hands around her waist now, bringing her closer to him, urging her to sit on his lap, which she did without a fight.

“Madara?” she asked and he was shaken out of his daydreams. His eyes widened as he felt his face heating up. Her brows furrowed and placed her hands on his forehead.

“Are you okay? You spaced out on me there for a second, I don’t remember you hitting your head, but I can take a look,” she said. Madara shook his head and stood up, feeling a little foolish and embarrassed.

“I shall get going, I am needed elsewhere,” he said before he disappeared, leaving Sakura sitting there dumbfounded.

“What was that all about?” she asked no one.

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Sakura made her way into the Uchiha compound, greeting those she recognized and those who greeted her in return. As she made her way towards the back clearing, she saw Izuna training a group of children. She smiled and tilted her head as she watched the kids perform the kata’s perfectly. From this far, he really did look so much like Sasuke, that her heart clenched at the sight. Yet, as she continued to watch Izuna teach, she could begin to see the differences between the two. When he smiled at one of the kids and ruffled his hair, she couldn’t help the small intake of breath at the sight. Izuna must’ve heard her, which was ridiculous seeing as it was soft enough to be a whisper, but his eyes snapped up to meet hers. His eyes widened a fraction and even from a distance, she could feel his gaze traveling down her body. Her throat suddenly felt dry and she had to swallow and look away, her face heating up. When she looked back, Izuna was walking towards her, the kids dismissed and already running off somewhere to the compound. He stopped in front of her with a knowing smile on his face, his eyes glinting with amusement. Sakura avoided his gaze and instead focused her eyes to the retreating forms of the kids.

“Sakura, what a pleasant surprise to see you here,” he said.

She nodded, choosing to ignore her body’s reaction to him. “I wanted to check up on Madara,” she said. Izuna’s brows furrowed at the mention of his brother needing a check up.

“Is there something wrong with him?” he asked.

“Mmnhhm,” she shook her head. “But he spaced out on me when I healed him after our spar and he felt hot to the touch. I didn’t recall him hitting his head or anything but before I could take a look, he just took off on me. I wanted to make sure he has no concussion or anything,” she said with a frown.

Sakura could feel him staring at her so she turned her head towards him. He had on an amused look on his face and she frowned.

“What?” 

“Nothing, nothing,” he smiled. He stepped closer to her but she didn’t move, instead looking up into his eyes. 

“Knowing my brother, he probably enjoyed your little spar too much,” he said in that low voice again. His gaze roamed her face, letting out a soft appreciative hum. “He was probably daydreaming about you,” he said boldly. Sakura’s eyes widened and she immediately started denying his assumption.

Izuna chuckled. “Whatever you say, Sakura. Would you like to come in for some tea?” he asked, changing the subject.

She absently nodded.

As they were making their way inside, they passed by a room and something caught Sakura’s eye. Izuna noticed and chuckled.

“Ahh, this is my drawing room,” he explained as he ushered her inside. Sakura turned to him with sparkling eyes.

“You drew all this?” she said, looking around.

“It’s a pastime of mine, when I try to get my mind off things, especially during the war,” he said, his heart speeding up at the expression on her face. She was taking a look at his paintings, taking in every little detail and genuinely appreciating his work.

“Izuna, this is amazing,” she said in a breathy whisper, looking at a particular piece he had drawn when his mother passed.

Sakura lightly traced the strokes without touching the paper.

“This was the very first painting I did,” he said softly, staring at the piece and trying to control the emotions threatening to come out. “It was when my mother passed, and I…didn’t know what came over me, but all I knew was that it made me feel better. That’s when I discovered that I am able to do other things with my hands instead of taking a life” he said, his voice almost breaking. Izuna has never mentioned this to anyone, not even to Kagura. The only other person who knew the depth of his love for painting was Madara.

Sakura turned towards him and smiled softly, her eyes gleaming with understanding.

“I can’t imagine what you had to go through. I’m glad you were able to find solace in painting,” she said softly. Izuna nodded, still looking at the painting.

“My father was very against it, but my brother saw how much it helped me so he helped me hide it from our father. When he took over, he gave me this room to paint whenever I want,” Izuna smiled softly, finally turning to face Sakura.

She smiled back at him and tilted her head. “You and Madara really care about each other,” she said, not as a question but as a statement. Izuna nodded and grabbed hold of both of Sakura’s hands in his

“That’s why I am forever indebted to you for saving my life, Sakura. I don’t know what would’ve happened to Madara have I died. We Uchihas,” he paused as he took a deep breath and squeezed her hands. “We feel emotions very strongly, that is how our kekkei genkai develops,” he tries to explain.

“The loss of his last family member would’ve been too much for him,” she finished for him. Izuna just nodded. They stood like that in silence for a few minutes, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Izuna,” she breathed out and Izuna pulled her towards him, letting go of one of her hands to wrap around her waist. Sakura gasped and placed the hand that was released on his chest, catching herself. Sakura stared into his eyes that had darkened. She should push him away but her body refused to move.

“Am I interrupting something?” said a voice and they both jumped away from each other. Kagura was leaning on the door, her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised, smirking at the two of them.

“Kagura! N-no, Izuna was just showing me his paintings,” she stammered. Izuna scoffed and looked pointedly towards Kagura. Kagura chuckled at his annoyed look.

““It seems you are both being summoned,” she said.

“Both of us?” Sakura asked. Kagura nodded. “The younger Senju apparently sensed you were here with Izuna and sent a summon for both of you,” she answered. Sakura and Izuna looked at each other then back to Kagura.

“They could wait, you know. You two can finish what you were doing,” she winked, causing the two of them to flush.

“I wonder why they would need both of us for,” Sakura asked out loud as they both made their way towards the Hokage Tower.

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Sakura and Izuna entered the Hokage office and were greeted by a couple clan heads she recognized gathered inside, with Madara and Hashirama sitting behind their table and Tobirama standing to the side of Hashirama. All heads turned towards them, but all eyes zeroed in on Sakura. She rolled her eyes. Hashirama cleared his throat.

“Ah, Sakura, Izuna, you made it. Sakura, I’d like for you to meet Hatake Sakumo and Sarutobi Sasuke. Their clans will be the newest addition to our village,” he said.

Sakura froze in place when she saw Hatake. She saw a flash of Kakashi before the image disappeared and looked down. Izuna felt her tense and looked worriedly at her.

“Sakura?” he said softly. She took a deep breath and bowed.

“Nice to meet you, it is an honor to have your clans be a part of Konoha,” she said politely, smiling at the two of them.

“And who might you be?” asked Sarutobi.

“My name is Sakura Haruno, Sarutobi-san,” she answered politely.

“She is our head medic and a strong kunoichi,” Hashirama said proudly, causing Sakura to blush.

“Oh? Well it’s a pleasure to meet someone both the Uchiha and Senju talk highly of,” he said, smiling at her.

Sakura blushed even more, not sure how to take the compliments being thrown her way. “A-ah,” she said awkwardly, causing the male to smirk at her.

Hashirama cleared his throat, gaining everyone’s attention. “Now that the formalities are out of the way, Izuna and Tobirama, would you please show them around Konoha, per their request,” he asked.

Tobirama and Izuna stiffly nodded.

“Leader-sama, if you don’t mind, I would like to have Haruno-san be our tour guide instead,” Hatake requested, bowing slightly.

“A-ah, oh, sure, if Sakura doesn’t mind?” Hashirama said hesitantly, tilting his head towards Sakura.

Hatake looked back towards her and smiled with his eyes closed, and for a brief moment, she saw Kakashi smiling in front of her. The sharp intake of her breath was not missed by everyone, and Hatake looked at her blankly before smiling again. He walked over to her and held out his elbows, urging her to take it.

Without thinking, Sakura looped her arms around Hatake’s, and the memory of Kakashi doing the same thing for her brought in a wave of emotion. Sakura was lost in her thoughts, not noticing the sudden tension in the room.

Both Uchiha brothers were glaring daggers at Hatake and their joined arms, while the Senju brothers were a little more subtle about it. Sarutobi was observing with an amused look on his face, walking over towards the two.

“Shall we,” he motioned with his hands towards the door. They walked off, leaving behind the four males looking like they wanted to punch something, or someone.

  Interesting , Sarutobi thought.

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“So, Sakura-san, may I call you that?” Hatake asked. Sakura nodded, staying quiet, still lost in her thoughts.

“I heard you brought back Izuna Uchiha from the dead, is that true?” Sarutobi asked from beside her, causing the girl to whip her head around to stare at him with wide eyes.

“He wasn’t dead, but I did heal him from a fatal wound. Jeez, people exaggerate too much,” she said with a shake of her head.

Sarutobi chuckled next to her. “Exaggeration or not, everyone seems to be talking about a pink-haired medic being the reason for the end of the feud between the Uchiha and Senju. It’s part of the reason I wanted to give Konoha a shot. I had to see for myself,” he said with a wink.

“Sarutobi-san, please, I’m not as amazing as you think I am, I was merely doing my job,” she said softly with a faint blush.

“Man, beautiful and humble. Say, are you seeing anyone?” Sarutobi asked with a tilt of his head, causing her to blush.

“W-w, n-no, I’m not seeing anyone,” she stuttered, grimacing at herself.

“I somehow find that hard to believe,” Sarutobi guffawed, his eyes wide in shock. 

“Mah, Sakura-san. Back at the Hokage tower,” Hatake chimed in. He kept looking forward, both his hands now in his pockets as the three of them walked the streets of Konoha. “As much as I like to think that you fell in love with me at first sight,” he began, causing the pink-haired girl to fluster and the other male to chuckle, “That look you gave me, I reminded you of someone important, am I right?” he continued.

“I-“ Sakura swallowed and looked ahead. After a deep breath, she nodded.

“Was he an ex lover?” he asked again after a pause. Sakura made a choking sound and began to vigorously splutter.

“NO! O-of course not, he was my sensei! There’s no way, he’s like twice my age!,” she said incredulously, making Sarutobi laugh at her reaction.

“Hey, you have something against older men?” he asked teasingly. “We have more experience you know,” he said with a wink. Sakura narrowed her eyes at him.

“Hmm, what a shame. Here I thought if I reminded you of your ex lover that I might have a chance,” he said all nonchalantly.

Sakura stopped walking and gaped at the male. They stopped walking as well and looked back at her, both clearly amused at her antics.

Sakura then began to laugh, because really, this Hatake was a splitting replica of Kakashi, down to his flirtatious personality, that she was overcome with emotion. Both males looked at her, then at each other, amusement gone and replaced with slight worry.

“Hatake, that was too smooth. But you would need to do better than that to have a chance,” she smiled, flirting back. She was really enjoying their company.

Both males lit up at her response and continued to banter as they walked the streets of Konoha.

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Back at the Hokage tower…. 

The four males watched the clan heads walk away with Sakura, the tension in the room palpable. Tobirama cleared his throat and faced his brother.

“I have some matters to attend to. If you’ll excuse me,” he said as he bowed and walked off. Izuna also turned towards Madara and mentioned something about needing to take care of something and followed behind the Senju. Both Madara and Hashirama looked at each other before Madara groaned and Hashirama sighed.

Trailing behind the three unsuspecting shinobi, the white haired Senju narrowed his eyes at the way the two clan heads openly flirted with Sakura. He didn’t know what prompted him to follow after them, it was completely out of character for him yet here he was, fists clenched at the sight a few feet in front of him.

“What are you doing,” said a voice behind him.

“Uchiha,” he said stiffly. Izuna looked past Tobirama towards the three shinobi then back down to Tobirama, his one eyebrow raised. Izuna was fighting the urge to smile, causing Tobirama to clench his jaw.

“I’m patrolling,” he answered seriously. Izuna couldn’t hold it in anymore and spluttered out a laugh, trying hard to suppress it with his hand so that they wouldn’t get caught. Tobirama continued to glare, resisting the urge to hit him. He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Are you done?” he asked in an annoyed huff.

Izuna wiped the tears from his eyes and finally caught himself. “If that’s what you want to call it, Senju. I’m here to make sure they don’t make any moves on Sakura,” Izuna confessed, causing the Senju to narrow his eyes. They stared at each other, this time without the usual killing intent that otherwise would normally be there when they face off each other.

“You are interested in her,” Tobirama stated, not a question. Izuna firmly nodded. “And you?” he asked.

Tobirama looked to the side, his brows creased. He remembered the moment in her kitchen, the afternoon sun bathing her in its glow, making her look ethereal. He swallowed and nodded as well.

“Hmm,” was all Izuna said.

They stayed quiet for a moment until they heard Sarutobi laugh. They enhanced their hearing with chakra, silently agreeing with each other that they would never speak of this to anyone. 

“Man, beautiful and humble, say, are you seeing anyone?” they heard him ask and they both tensed. They watched as Sakura denied seeing anyone, relaxing just a little.

“Hmm, what a shame. Here I thought if I reminded you of your ex lover that I might have a chance,” they heard Hatake comment and both males had to fight to control their anger. They tensed again as Sakura began to laugh a real genuine laugh. It was a beautiful sound, and both males' knuckles turned white from how hard they were clenching.

“Hatake, that was too smooth. But you would need to do better than that to have a chance,” they heard Sakura reply. Tobirama suddenly scoffed and a few seconds later, both Madara and Hashirama appeared behind them.

“Never thought I’d see the day you two would willingly hang out together,” said Madara with an amused chuckle.

“Tobi,” Hashirama said, his eyes wide. Tobirama narrowed his eyes at his brother, daring him to continue. Hashirama cleared his throat.

“Sakura is capable of giving a tour of Konoha, you know. She was here when everything was built,” he said with an amused expression. Both Izuna and Tobirama creased their brows and looked off to the side in different directions, looking like a pair of children that were getting scolded.

“So?” Madara asked, looking at his brother. Izuna stared into his eyes, understanding what Madara was asking with the simple question. Izuna nodded stiffly. Madara stood up taller and uncrossed his arms. He looked between Izuna and Tobirama, then turned towards Hashirama, who had done the same and was now looking at him questioningly. 

“It seems we all have the same intention of courting Sakura,” he stated, causing both Senju to widen their eyes.

“You want to court Sakura as well?” Tobirama asked, his tone disbelieving.

“Wait, Tobi, you were thinking of courting Sakura?” Hashirama asked. The four males stared at each other quietly, letting the information sink in.

“Don’t act so surprised,” Madara directed his comment towards the Senju brothers, crossing his arms again.

“Wait, hold on. Madara, did you know all along?” Hashirama asked, his brows creased.

“It was easy enough to figure out. Today just proved it,” he answered. Hashirama looked down, deep in thought. Tobirama looked between Izuna and Madara, while they both stared right back at him, eyebrows raised.

“So,” Hashirama began. They stayed quiet again, waiting for someone to speak up first. 

“Hashirama, I understand that the Senju aren’t as matriarchal as our clan. However, I have no qualms with sharing Sakura’s affections with my brother if it came down to it,” Madara admitted. Hashirama and Tobirama looked at each other and creased their brows.

“What makes you think Sakura would be willing to share?” Tobirama asked, his eyes narrowed.

“I don’t, but clearly she feels something for all of us. I’m an observant man, and I can see the way she reacts,” Madara said.

Hashirama looked down, his hand on his chin. ‘I suppose I wouldn’t mind sharing her either,” he thought out loud, causing Tobirama to whip his head towards his brother.

“Hashi, what are you saying,” he hissed.

“Well, Tobi, I’ve come to care deeply for Sakura. She’s like a breath of fresh air. I would like for her to choose me, but if you guys feel the same way about Sakura as I do, then what is my right to stop you all from trying to court her,” he confessed.

“If what Madara says is true, knowing Sakura, she’s probably worried about hurting any of us. I’d rather share her affections than have to be outright rejected and not have the ability to be near her,” Izuna confessed, looking into Tobirama’s red eyes. 

Tobirama swallowed and looked away, his breathing uneven. He closed his eyes and his jaw clenched as he saw the object of their conversation in his mind, standing like an angel under the moonlight and smiling brightly at him. He thought about her choosing her brother, or Izuna, or even Madara individually, and how he would be watching from the sidelines not being able to touch her and make her smile, causing him to clench his fists. But then he thought about being with her and sharing her with them, and watching her smile so brightly at the four of them, that he found he actually didn’t mind the idea at all.

When he opened his eyes, it was to the three of them watching him intently. He took a deep breath and sighed.

“IF Sakura does indeed confirm that she’s interested in ALL of us, I am not…opposed to the idea of sharing,” he said, making Hashirama smile and the Uchiha brothers to smirk.

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Sakura was walking the streets towards the Senju main house. It has become a routine for her to visit Touka and Kagura whenever she can, and today she had a night shift so she had free time that morning. She can still remember the day she introduced the two girls together. She knew they would get along pretty well since their personalities were so similar. Sakura smiled. 

“Sakura-sama, please come in,” Machi greeted her. Sakura smiled as she entered the home. As soon as she passed the living room of the main house, the doors slid open and she was startled by Tobirama.

"Sakura,” 

“Oh! Tobi, you scared me,” she said with her hand on her chest and her eyes wide, lightly slapping his forearms.

He arched a brow at her. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. “I’m here to see Touka,” she told him.

“Ah, she was sent out for a mission. She left just this morning," he said

“Oh,” Sakura hummed, now biting her lips as she thought about what she should do with her free time. 

“Sakura!” she heard a voice inside the room and she had to bend to peer under Tobirama’s shoulders to see Izuna sitting in the middle of the room.

“Izuna?!” 

Tobirama stepped aside so she could walk through, closed the doors and sat back down to where he was sitting before. Sakura stayed frozen in place, eyeing both of them. Izuna and Tobirama looked at each other before looking back towards Sakura, amusement in both their eyes.

“You okay?” Izuna asks. Sakura blinked rapidly and rubbed her eyes before staring wide eyed at them again, causing the Uchiha to snort while trying not to laugh.

“S-sorry, it’s just, you’re here? At the Senju compound? With Tobirama. Just the two of you...” she trailed off.

Tobirama scoffed and rolled his eyes. “If I remember correctly, you were the one who scolded us about our hostility towards each other. I would think you of all people would be glad to see us like this,” Tobirama said in his usual tone with a hint of sarcasm. She giggled and sat down in front of them, waving her hands at the wrist. “You’re right, it just took me by surprise, is all. I am happy to see you two like this” she said with a closed eye grin.

With a smile, Izuna sighed and shook his head, looking back down at the scrolls in front of him, groaning his displeasure at the mountain of paperwork he has to get through. Sakura giggled and placed her elbows on the low table, tilting her head as she watched him work, her eyes briefly reading the contents of the scroll.

“There has to be a better way to organize all this paperwork to make it work in a larger system,” grumbled Tobirama. Izuna agreed with a groan.

“Hmm, both the Uchiha and Senju ways of archiving won’t work on a village scale,” Izuna said softly, scanning through the different scrolls.

“Why not use a numbering system? Assign a number for every shinobi, and archive accordingly,” Sakura chimed in with a smile. Both males looked at her with a look of admiration and shock that she had to hide the amused smile behind her hands.

“I said this before and I will say this again, if you weren’t in charge of the hospital, I’d have asked you to take charge of our administration, or be a part of the council,” Tobirama grumbled. 

“Augh, it’s so simple yet so effective. How did we miss it!” Izuna grumbled loudly, pouting. Sakura giggled again, thinking how cute he looked when he pouted. 

“Ne, you two look like you need a break. When was the last time you two did something other than work?” Sakura asked. Both Tobirama and Izuna looked down, brows furrowed in deep thought.

“Hmm, I wouldn’t mind sparring with you again, Sakura?” Izuna smirked.

“I have a shift tonight,” she said apologetically. “Why don’t you both spar?” It was an innocent suggestion, one she didn’t think anything of when she suggested it until she felt the both of them tense, very slightly but she felt it all the same. She internally smacked herself in the head while she glanced nervously between the two.

Izuna and Tobirama stared at each other for a moment, both silently conversing with their eyes. 

“Promise I won’t try to kill you again,” Tobirama teased with a smirk.

“As if I’d let you,” Izuna scoffed, but smirked just the same. Sakura let out the breath she was holding, a hand on her chest.

“Maybe I should stay nearby, just in case,” she said to herself as she got up to follow the two of them to the Senju training grounds.

Sakura watched as the two males sparred each other. They were mostly a blur, and they were head to head. It was intimidating to watch yet fascinating all the same. Sakura swallowed her suddenly very dry throat. They both stood, kunai to kunai, facing each other off, and Sakura couldn’t help but ogle. She could clearly see Tobirama’s muscular arms as he held off Izuna’s kunai, the visible vein making her want to trace her fingers on it. And Izuna’s side profile was doing wicked things to her insides as she raked her eyes over to his angular jaw and his perfectly handsome face. 

“Shit,” she cursed softly, looking away. Sakura was starting to get a little flushed. 

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“I think Sakura likes what she’s seeing,” Izuna chuckled as he faced off Tobirama. Tobirama quickly glanced over towards where the pinkette stood and saw her glazed eyes staring at them and biting her bottom lip. Tobirama audibly swallowed, causing the Uchiha to chuckle some more. Using the distraction, Izuna quickly pushed the Senju off and sliced through his shirt, breaking skin enough to draw blood but not cut too deep. Tobirama growled and disappeared behind the Uchiha, Izuna barely dodging the slash, as he too was cut enough to draw blood. 

Tobirama narrowed his eyes as Izuna surrendered and feigned a pained groan as he fell to his knees, covering his wound. Sakura was there in an instant, a disappointed scowl aimed at him. Tobirama’s eyes widened and shot a look of betrayal towards the Uchiha who was looking at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Izuna, are you okay, let me see,” she asked, her hands already glowing green. Izuna opened up his yukata, feigning yet another wince at the movement, causing Tobirama to grit his teeth. Izuna basked at the sight of Sakura’s flushed face. His sharingan activated on its own, and he could clearly see the minute details, from her shaky breaths to the rapid beating of her pulse on her neck as she tried to focus on his wound. He caught her eyes trailing down towards his hips a few times and couldn’t help the swell of male pride that washed through him. She finished healing him too soon for his liking. 

Sakura sat back on her heels and exhaled, when she turned to look at Tobirama. “Your turn,” she said meekly as she stood up, her blush still apparent on her face. Not one to be bested, Tobirama removed his shirt, grabbing the collar from the back and pulling it over his head. Sakura sputtered and she was sure her face was the color of a tomato as her gaze raked over Tobirama’s naked chest. She looked up to his face to see him regarding her with his eyes, eyes that had gone dark and hungry. She shook her head and focused back on his wound. It was a shallow wound, and she’s able to heal it in seconds, but her traitorous mind and body let her hands linger longer than necessary, even so far as flattening her palms on his chest. Tobirama held on to her wrist as she looked up at him through her lashes. 

She suddenly felt Izuna step in close behind her, both feeling their body heats as she was sandwiched between them. Sakura tried to hold it in, but a small whimper escaped her and suddenly she found herself kissing Tobirama. His lips were firm and she tensed only for a second before her body turned putty in his arms. Izuna held her up as her knees weakened, feeling his hands rub up and down her arms. He dared to step closer and felt his naked chest against her back. Sakura moaned, her free hand running through Tobirama’s hair and holding on to his neck. Izuna’s palms pulled her in close by the waist, heat prickling up her spine to the nape of her neck. The touch lingered at her waist, rough fingers pressing into her. Slowly, his hands untied the knot, loosening up her yukata until she was exposed, her nipples pebbling from the sudden exposure. Tobirama stopped kissing her, groaning as he raked his gaze on her chest, then diving back in, his tongue shooting out to taste the insides of her mouth.

Sakura moaned as Izuna began touching her, his calloused hands on her skin eliciting goosebumps. Izuna let out a soft groan of satisfaction as she gave in to the touches, arching her back and grinding her round bottom on his erection in time with their ministrations.  A shaky gasp escaped her mouth when she was roughly turned around and was lifted and situated against Izuna’s solid body, her thighs automatically circling around his waist. Tobirama wasted no time touching Sakura’s flushed skin, rubbing her sides and letting his thumbs tease her nipples into stiff peaks and massaging her breasts. He nuzzled the side of her neck. “Sakura,” he sighed before nibbling at her earlobes. Her head lolled to the side, giving him more access, but Izuna grabbed onto her chin and forced her to meet his eyes, blazing red with the sharingan. He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. She sucked his bottom lip, causing Izuna to groan and tighten his grip on her thighs. 

She leaned back on Tobirama’s shoulder, trying to catch her breath as she continued to arch and moan at the way Tobirama plucked at her nipples while alternating between nipping at her neck and licking it with his hot tongue. Izuna ghosted his hand in between her breasts and trailed down towards her covered core. He chanced a peaked towards Tobirama. The white haired Senju nodded, wrapping his arms around Sakura’s waist to lift her up as Izuna made quick work of removing her panties. Sakura gasped as she suddenly found herself bare. Izuna rewrapped her thighs around himself once more, his fingers finding their way towards her dripping core, at the same moment that Tobirama bit down on her shoulder. Sakura cried out, her core contracting and squeezing around Izunas fingers. 

“You’re so wet,” he said lowly as he pumped in and out several times then removing his fingers to begin licking her juices off his fingers. She could only pant, her eyes dilating as she watched him put his fingers in his mouth. Tobirama’s hand snaked in between them from behind, wasting no time in slipping his own fingers in her core. Sakura felt the vibration of his growl on her back, causing her to whimper. Izuna watched the Senju’s fingers slip in and out of her core and trailed his gaze up towards her flushed face. 

Sakura couldn’t help but beg for them to end the torture as she felt the heat building in her lower belly. She was desperate for release.

“Please,” as she closed her eyes and begged.

“Sakura?” 

Sakura let out an exceptionally embarrassing noise at being pulled away from her dirty thoughts so abruptly. Realizing the situation, Sakura’s eyes widened and her face flushed to the deepest shade of red as she looked between Izuna and Tobirama in front of her. It was clear as day that they knew what she was daydreaming about by the way their eyes smoldered with heat. With a quick mumble of goodbye, barely coherent, she turned around and ran off, leaving the two males stunned and staring at her retreating back.

Tobirama couldn’t get the image out of his head. They had ended their spar in a draw and walked over to where the pinkette was standing, when he immediately noticed that she was looking deliciously distracted. With his adrenaline still pumping from the spar, he couldn’t help the erection from sporting when he saw her looking so flushed and out of breath. His eyes zeroed in on her squeezed thighs, one hand clenching her chest and the other clenching the fabric of her yukata on her upper thighs, so dangerously close to her core. He spared a glance to the Uchiha and was not surprised to see he had activated his sharingan and was looking at the pinkette like he was ready to devour her.

With a deep breath, he called out to her, watching as she was brought back from the land of daydreams and delighted in the way her face flushed a deep shade. As she made a quick getaway, he turned towards the Uchiha, who also turned to look in his direction with an arched eyebrow. 

“I think,” he paused, looking down then back up again, ”It's time to discuss the possible arrangement,” he finished, causing the Uchiha to straighten and smirk back at him.

“Yes, I think we should,”.

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Sakura finished her shift pretty late, having gone into an emergency surgery. She sighed as she removed her coat and gathered her things. She thought back to the spar and her very realistic daydream. She blushed at the memory, her thighs clenching as she groaned. It has been way too long since she was intimate with the opposite sex, and the sexual tension lately hasn’t been helping. She needs to do something about it soon, or else the distraction could cause complications in the future. Heaving another sigh, she made her way to the bar that opened up just a few days ago, hoping to drink away her frustrations.

She felt him before she saw him, as she slightly turned her head towards the entrance of the bar and nodded in greeting.

“Sarutobi,” 

“Sakura, surprised to see you here. Mind if I sit next to you,” he inclined to the empty chair next to her. She smiled and nodded, taking another sip of her drink.

After he ordered his drink, he turned towards her fully, his legs spread wide as he leaned his elbow on the bar, his cheek pressed against his knuckles. 

“Alright, talk to me,” he began.

Sakura turned her head towards him with an arched eyebrow.

“There must be something bothering you if you’re sitting here, alone, drinking late at night, alone,” 

Sakura scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I am a grown woman, Sarutobi. I can take care of myself, and it’s not a crime to be drinking at a bar, alone,” she narrowed her eyes at him.

Sarutobi chuckled and took a sip of his drink that was set down in front of him. “Normally, I would agree. But,” he paused as he looked around the bar, humming as he saw a few hungry stares directed towards the pinkette. Sakura tipped her head back, drinking the rest of her drink and motioning the bartender for one more, then facing the man with a serious look.

“I am…frustrated,” she sighed, her face slightly pink at the admission.

“Frustrated?” he repeated, his brows creasing.

“Frustrated.” she said more firmly, locking gazes with the male. Sarutobi’s eyes widened and then began to laugh, making Sakura tsked and went back to drinking.

“Sorry sorry, didn’t mean to laugh at you,” he said after catching his breath. 

“Ok, so you’re… frustrated ,” he trailed off, trying to hide his amused smile behind his drink, but failing. Sakura narrowed her eyes at him as he tipped the cup back and drank. He set the empty cup down and motioned the bartender to give him another.

“Does it have something to do with either the Uchiha brothers or the Senju brothers?” he asked with a knowing smirk. Sakura whipped her head to stare at him.

“Is it that obvious,” she said, her face scrunching.

“Please, whenever you guys are in the same room together, the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I’m just surprised that none of them had tried courting you yet when it’s very obvious that they’re interested in you,”

Sakura groaned, hunching over the bar and covering her head with her arms. Sarutobi laughed and patted her in the back.

“Why don’t you go to one of them and see if they can help you out with your…problem?” he said with an arched eyebrow.

“I can’t,”

“Can’t or won’t?”

Silence. Sakura sighed and sat back up, drinking whatever was left of her drink. 

“I don’t suppose you’d want to help me? You did say older men have more experience,” 

Sarutobi started choking on his drink, his hands pounding his chest to try to clear the sudden intake of liquid in his lungs. Sakura looked amusedly at him, trying not to laugh.

“You are cruel, Sakura,” he wheezed. She passed him a napkin, which he took to wipe his mouth. After a minute, he was able to breathe again.

“Even if you were just teasing me, I am still a man,” he grumbled. “And as much as I’d love to take you up on your offer, I’d rather not get castrated by either Uchiha or Senju brothers,” he said, shivering at the thought. “Please don’t let them find out you even suggested that to me, otherwise I blame my future death on you,” he said with fear stricken eyes.

Sakura giggled. “Okay, okay, sorry. Here, the next one’s on me,” she said as she signaled for the bartender for more drinks.

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“Man, how troublesome,” Sarutobi sighed as he held Sakura up on his side, her arms over his shoulders and his hands holding on tightly onto her waist.

“Oi, Sakura, where do you live?” he asked her, but all he got was an incoherent slur of words. Sarutobi groaned, trying to come up with something. If he brought her over to his house, he would have to deal with the misunderstanding, and possibly getting assassinated by her would-be suitors. As he looked ahead, he noticed the lights at the Hokage tower were still on, giving him an idea. 

“Yosh,” he scooped Sakura into his arms, carrying her bridal style as he made his way towards the tower. Sorry Sakura, you left me no other choice, he mentally said.

Unable to fall asleep, he made his way back to the tower earlier that night, as he read the scroll over and over. Hashirama stared at the missive in front of him from Uzushiogakure. Just then, he felt the chakra signature outside his window and he barely opened it all the way before the shinobi jumped in.

“Saruto- Sakura!” Hashirama exclaimed as Sarutobi placed the pinkette in his arms. 

“Forgive my intrusion at this hour, Hokage-sama, but I didn’t know where Sakura’s house was and I didn’t want any misunderstandings by bringing her over to mine. I saw the lights were on here so I felt it best to bring her here,” the male said cheekily.

“What hap-” but before he could finish his question, Sakura stirred in his arms and opened her eyes. 

“Hashi….” she mewled and wrapped her arms around his neck, causing the Senju male to blush. With her face being so close, he could clearly smell the strong scent of alcohol on her.

“Is she drunk?” Hashirama asked, though he already knew the answer. 

Sarutobi rubbed the back of his head and grinned awkwardly. “I saw her drinking by herself at the bar and kept her company,”

“Thank you, Sarutobi. I’ll take it from here,” Hashirama nodded. Sarutobi bowed and left through the window. After locking it, Hashirama made his way down the corridors towards the guest bedrooms.

Hashirama placed her down on the bed carefully, but was suddenly pulled down by Sakura. He braced his hands on either side of her face, his nose touching hers as he stared wide-eyed into emerald eyes that were half-lidded and glazed. He swallowed, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart. He was so close he could feel her soft sigh across his lips. 

“Saku-” Hashirama was frozen in place. It took him a few seconds to realize that soft lips were pressed against his own. He desperately fought the urge to deepen the kiss, knowing she was heavily under the influence of alcohol. But a very small part of him was overjoyed to finally know the feel of her soft lips.

He groaned when he felt her tongue trace his lips and slowly he felt his control slipping as he hesitantly opened his mouth to let her tongue in. He tilted his head as he finally gave in and deepened the kiss, maneuvering his body so that he was now fully on top of her. Her body molded against his so perfectly. When Sakura thrusted her hips up, Hashirama tensed and pulled away, resting his forehead on hers as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Hashi, please,” she whined, squeezing his shoulders as she arched her back, rubbing her chest against his. Hashirama pushed himself up and looked down at her flushed face, her pink hair splayed out around her like a halo, her eyes glazed with lust. He cursed and closed his eyes, willing his breathing to go back to normal.

“Sakura, you’re drunk, I’m sorry it even got this far. Sleep,” he said softly. Her kiss-swollen lips pouted, and he had to use every ounce of his self-control to get off of her and stand up. 

When he turned around to look back down at her, she was fast asleep. He sighed, tucked her in and left the bedroom, heading straight for the other room across the hall to take care of himself under a cold shower.

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Tobirama was suspicious when he woke that morning and his brother was not in the main house. He felt for his chakra and sensed that he had slept at the Hokage tower, which he normally wouldn’t think twice about, but this time he also felt the familiar chakra of a certain pink haired medic in the same tower. 

Had Sakura chosen his brother? He asked himself, as he made his way there. He tried to swallow the sting of rejection at the thought, instead trying to be happy for his brother if that was the case. He was just disappointed that he didn’t even have the chance to try and woo her before she made a decision. He even entertained the idea that sharing her would be possible, How foolish of him. He let out a relieved sigh when he felt Sakura was alone in a separate room from his brother. Stealthily, he made his way down the corridors to where the bedrooms were located. He came face to face with his brother that was coming out of one of the rooms. They were silent for a moment before Hashirama spoke.

“Sarutobi dropped off Sakura last night,” he said, making Tobirama crease his brows. 

“Apparently Sakura was drinking alone at the bar and got really drunk,”

“She can metabolize the alcohol in her system, which means she must’ve drank an absurd amount to get her to a drunken state,” Tobirama narrowed his eyes at his brother, who had fidgeted and avoided eye contact the second he mentioned Sakura being drunk.

“What did you do”

“Wha- I didn’t do anything!” Hashirama quickly denied. Too quickly. Tobirama glared even harder, making Hashirama cringe and hang his head down in shame.

“I kissed her,” he said sheepishly. Tobirama’s eyes widened then frowned.

“I-in my defense, she pulled me down! And, Tobi, could you blame me! I,” Hashirama saw the look of disappointment on his face and shut his mouth, looking to the side.

“Anija,”

“I know,” Hashirama sighed, raking his hands through his hair. “I’m not proud of it and I let my control slip away from me”

Silence. 

“I have to go, you can join me later for that meeting with the council, but for now, I need you to take care of Sakura, ” Tobirama watched his brother walk off before turning and knocking on the door. He waited for a few breaths, then opened the door, hoping he wouldn't walk in on her again.

The bed was empty and the bathroom door opened as Sakura walked out.

“Sakura”

“Tobirama!”

“How are you feeling?” he asked, noticing the tension in her body.

“I’m fine, just a little headache but nothing a little food can’t fix. Perks of medical ninjutsu, zero hangovers,” she said with a small smile.

“I see. Apparently you were highly inebriated and Sarutobi handed you over to Hashirama,” he stated.

She sighed. “So you heard,” she sat down on the bed. He kept quiet.

“Is Hashirama avoiding me?” she asked softly. 

“He’s…remorseful,” he said slowly, watching her reaction. She scrunched up her face and sighed.

“I should go and apologize,” she said, standing up and making her way towards the door. He stood in front of her, stopping her in her tracks.

“Why should you apologize? He clearly took advantage of your drunken state,” he growled, hands crossed in front of his chest.

Sakura widened her eyes and then narrowed, anger clearly shining in those emerald depths.

“You and I both know your brother isn’t like that, Tobirama,” she said through gritted teeth. “Besides, I was the one who…” she paused, a light dusting of pink showing on her cheeks. Tobirama stayed silent.

“I forced myself on your brother, so don’t think for a second that Hashirama tried to take advantage of me. He was a gentleman and stopped before anything more happened,” she huffed, meeting his glare with her own.

Tobirama’s jaw clenched. It was easier to lay blame on his brother for stealing a kiss from the pinkette when she was inebriated, but to have her confess that she was the one who initiated it, made him feel a little irritated. With a growl, he stepped closer into her space. He watched as she tensed but kept her ground, her expressive eyes conveying a multitude of emotions: confusion, wariness, lust.  He cupped the back of her neck as he slowly bent down.

“Push me away, Sakura,” he whispered when there was only a breath of space in between them. He could feel the rapid beating of her heart under his palms. Softly, his lips pressed against hers, still giving her time to change her mind and push him off. He opened his eyes slightly, taking in the way her eyes were closed so tightly. When he felt her relax against him, he tilted his head a little more and opened his mouth, moving his lips against hers. Soon, she was kissing him back, her mouth opening and letting his tongue discover the cavern of her mouth. He groaned as his other hands snaked around her waist and pulled her closer, biting her lower lip as punishment for making him feel so out of control. She kissed back with the same intensity, causing the both of them to groan out. He pulled back and smirked as he saw her bruised lips and her face flushed, her eyes blinking open and seeing the desire gleaming in her eyes. 

“Come, let’s get you some food,” he said, his voice a little rougher than normal, as he grabbed her wrist and ushered her out of the bedroom.

They ate breakfast in silence, Sakura opting to drink coffee with her breakfast, while Tobirama watched. She didn’t know how to broach the subject. She’s already crossed the line by kissing both him and Hashirama last night. She was thankful yet disappointed that he had been a gentleman and stopped, because Sakura realized that if it was up to her, she didn’t want to stop. It was getting harder and harder for her to reason with herself that she shouldn’t act out on her attraction towards the males. She looked back up towards Tobirama and blushed when her gaze met his. She cleared her throat and looked away.

“Sakura, I apologize as I must return to the tower for a meeting. I will see you later,” he said standing up, leaving behind cash. She watched him walk away.

Sakura finished up and made her way towards Sarutobi Sasuke’s place, hoping to catch him so she can apologize.

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“Ne, have you heard about Haruno-san and Sarutobi-san?” Izuna overheard one of his clansmen. He stopped walking, his brows creasing as he listened in to their conversation. Sakura and Sarutobi? He asked himself.

“Baaaka, I was there last night. Maaan, I was totally going to introduce myself to her until Sarutobi showed up,” the other male grumbled.

“Yeah right,”

“No really! If Sarutobi didn’t show up, maybe then Haruno-san would’ve gone home with me. That lucky bastard,” 

Izuna tensed, his fists clenching. Turning on his heels, he made his way to the direction of one Sarutobi Sasuke.

He made great time, knocking on his front door, extending out his chakra to see if he could feel Sakura’s inside. Sarutobi answered a moment later, bare chested with just a loose trousers on, rubbing his eyes and yawning. Izuna’s eyebrows twitched.

“Sasuke”

He yawned again. “Izuna, to what do I owe this pleasure so early in the morning,” he asked, leaning against the door. Izuna huffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Sarutobi smirked.

“Please, come inside,” he offered as Izuna nodded and walked in. Sarutobi walked past him as he was taking off his sandals.

“Oh, you might want to keep your voice down, Sakura is still sleeping,” 

Izuna’s leg stomped down, his head whipping up so fast he lost his balance and almost knocked his head against the wall. Sarutobi laughed at his friend's reaction. “Oh man, you should've seen your face Uchiha,” he said in between his laughter. Izuna growled and shoved him on the shoulder, hard enough to push him off balance.

“Ha ha,” he deadpanned, his jaw clenching.

“Isn’t that why you’re here? To make sure she actually didn’t come home with me?” Sarutobi tilted his head, a knowing smirk on his face. Izuna huffed and walked past him to sit on the kitchen table, Sarutobi following behind.

“Coffee?” he asked. Izuna nodded.

“Why were you drinking with Sakura last night?” Izuna cut straight to the point.

“It wasn’t planned or anything. She was already there drinking when I went, and she was alone so I kept her company. How do you know about this?” 

“I overheard my clansmen gossiping,” he grumbled.

“Hmm, there were a couple Uchiha’s there. They definitely had their eyes glued to Sakura until I showed up,” this caused Izuna to clench his fists.

“You know, everyone has just as much right to woo her if you aren’t officially courting her,” Sarutobi said with a raised eyebrow, sipping on his coffee.

“Tch, not everyone is deserving of her,” he replied. Silence.

Sarutobi chuckled. “Want to know a secret?” he smirked.

Izuna narrowed his eyes at the male. “What secret?”

“Let’s just say Sakura has a…loose tongue when she’s drunk,” he chuckled, staring at his coffee as he remembered his conversation with the pinkette.

“Out with it,” Izuna spat, losing his patience. 

“Tsk tsk, someone’s grumpy this morning,” Sarutobi teased, sipping his coffee. He laughed when Izuna activated his sharingan.

“Alright alright, jeez,” he chuckled, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Sakura was drinking away her frustrations,” he drawled, sipping his coffee and watching Izuna’s face for a reaction. Izuna creased his brows.

“Frustrations?”

“Frustrations” 

“Well, Sakura did have a shift at the hospital last night…” Izuna wondered out loud. He looked up to Sarutobi when he made a scoffing noise.

“What?” Izuna spat.

“Sexual frustrations Izuna. For goodness sake,” Sarutobi shook his head and stared at him with fond exasperation. Izuna’s eyes widened and his mouth opened as his words finally registered.

“W-w-wait, Sakura?! Sakura is sexually frustrated?!” Izuna leaned forward now, his face full of excitement and eyes twinkling with hope. Sarutobi was taken aback and stared blankly at the Uchiha. Izuna’s brows furrowed.

“Sorry, it’s just..” Sarutobi smiled fondly. “It’s nice to see you acting your age for once, Uchiha,”

Izuna blushed and sat back down, turning his head away to avoid Sarutobi’s gaze.  Just then a knock on the door had both males turning their heads. Sarutobi got up to answer it, Izuna standing as well, deciding he was done with his visit.  Both males were surprised to see Sakura standing there, her eyes wide as she came face to face with Sarutobi’s bare chest, her head snapping up to meet his gaze. 

“Sakura, I was definitely NOT expecting you,” he said with an awkward chuckle.

“Sakura?” said Izuna from behind him. Sakura looked over Sarutobi’s shoulders.

“Izuna! What-”

“So, Sakura, how are you feeling? Honestly, I’m surprised, I didn’t think you’d be up and about this morning. Tell me, were you able to take care of your…problem? Or is that why you’re here?” Sarutobi teased. He was not surprised to feel the Uchiha’s chakra flare behind him. Sakura blushed but scoffed at the males teasing, already used to it. She cleared her throat.

“I came to apologize for my behavior last night, and also to thank you for taking care of me,” she said sheepishly. 

He leaned forward to whisper to Sakura, quickly saying “You owe me. Now call off loverboy here before he kills me,” he huffed as Sakura giggled. Izuna grabbed a hold of Sarutobi’s shoulders and pulled  him back.

“Enough, Sasuke,” he growled. Sakura sighed and shook her head.

“Izuna, would you like to accompany me to the market this morning?” she interjected before Izuna put the male under a genjutsu. Izuna’s eyes returned to normal and his face lit up, forgetting all about Sarutobi.

“I’d love to Sakura,” he answered. Sakura met Sarutobi’s gaze and snickered when he mouthed “thank you” before they walked away.

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Izuna and Sakura were walking back towards her house with their groceries. It’s already almost lunch time, and Sakura offered to make them both lunch as a thank you for helping her.

“I heard you made curry for Tobirama and Hashirama,” he stated. Sakura giggled when she saw the way he tried not to pout, but failed.

“Is that what you would like for lunch, Izuna-kun?” she teased, her eyes shining and grinning at him. Izuna blushed and nodded. “If that’s okay with you?” he replied with an arched eyebrow.

“It’s not a problem, but you’re helping me,” she smiled at him.

Sakura began gathering the ingredients she needed, directing Izuna on where to find things in her kitchen.

“Alright, I’ll just have you cut these vegetables while I get the roux started,” she directed. She was too busy with the preparation that she missed the way Izuna gulped and looked nervously at the vegetables.

“O-oh, yeah, sure, I can do that,” he said warily.

Sakura heard the hesitancy in his voice and tilted her head towards him. He was standing there holding the knife and staring at the vegetables, not moving.

“Izuna?” 

Izuna gulped and looked sheepishly at Sakura. “I, uh, actually have never done this before,” he trailed off. Sakura widened her eyes.

“Then why didn’t you say anything,” she began to chuckle, walking up to him to take the knife out of his hands and gently pushing him off to the side. She began to show him how to cut each vegetable. Izuna watched from behind Sakura, moving in close and hovering, looking over her shoulders and concentrating on what she’s teaching. Sakura tensed when she felt Izuna’s body heat behind her, cursing her heart for beating faster. Luckily she was done and put the knife back down before the shaking got too bad, his proximity and his smell overriding her senses, making her dizzy. She turned around, expecting him to step back now that she was done but he was still there, his body so close she had to tilt her head up to look at him. Izuna’s demeanor changed as well, his eyes bouncing between her eyes then to her lips. She licked her bottom lip and she felt him stiffen.

“Sakura,” he breathed. She swallowed, not trusting her voice. She stayed quiet, just staring into his eyes that had become dark and hazy. “May I kiss you?” he asked in a soft whisper. She absently nodded, her chest heaving as her breathing became more shallow. He sighs softly and then closes the small distance between them, threading his fingers through her hair as he leans down to kiss her. It started off softly, but quickly became heated.

Sakura leaned up into the kiss, a quiet noise falling from her lips. Izuna responded by deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue past her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he maneuvered them away from the counter and off to the side. She gasped when her back hit the wall, and Izuna didn't hesitate to plunge his tongue in her mouth. When they parted to catch their breath, Izuna planted soft kisses to the side of her neck, nibbling her earlobe. She tilted her head to the side to give him more access. His hands were on her waist, holding it in a bruising grip. 

Sakura was panting and she couldn’t help her little moans of pleasure as Izuna kissed the sensitive parts of her neck. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed, just enough to get his attention but not hard enough to completely get him off of her. He leaned back to look down at her, and she smiled shyly up at him.

“Lunch is burning,” she said in a breathy voice. He chuckled, also breathless, stepping back as Sakura walked past him to check on the food, feeling his eyes boring into her back as she kept herself busy. They work silently after, now enjoying their lunch as they ate in comfortable silence. The conversation was lighthearted and Sakura genuinely enjoyed Izuna’s company. He helped her clean up, drying the dishes as she passed it to him. Once the last of the plates were dried off, he watched her with a contemplative look before he moved towards where she was standing.  She looked up at him through her lashes and she could see the desire in his eyes as his gaze darted towards her lips then to her eyes, as if he was silently asking her for permission. She wanted to give in, but a small part of her started to feel guilty.  She sighed and looked to the side, contemplating the right way to say what she wanted to say.

“Izuna, I need you to know something,” she began, looking back at him. He creased his brows, jaw clenching as he prepared for what he thinks would be a rejection.

“I…” she bit her lips but continued. “I kissed Hashirama and Tobirama” she blurted out. She watched his face, waiting to see a negative reaction, but he just blinked and smiled softly back at her.

“Lucky bastards,” he scoffed playfully.

“Wha-, you’re not mad?” she paused. Izuna flicked her nose slightly, earning him a squeak from the pinkette.

“I’m slightly irritated that I wasn’t the first one to kiss you, but I’m not mad you kissed them,” he said with a smile, stealing a chaste kiss from her before heading to the door.

“I have to go. Thank you for lunch, Sakura,” he said, waving and walking off. Sakura just stood there with a dumbfounded look on her face.

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A couple days passed and luckily she had been busy with work to worry about her complicated relationship with the boys. She sighed as she was finishing up the last of her paperwork for the night when Madara walked into her office, striding in with purposeful steps. 

“Madara! What-” but she couldn’t finish her sentence as he walked around the desk to where she sat, spun her chair around and caged her in, his hands on either side of her body. He leaned in, his nose flaring as he bored his gaze intently into her eyes. She swallowed, her body reacting to his proximity and the hunger simmering in them. She licked her suddenly dry lips and looked off to the side. 

“M-madara, what are you doing,” she cursed internally at the way her voice sounded out of breath. Madara smirked and moved in closer, his lips near her ear.

“Did you save the best for last, Sa-ku-ra?” he drawled, his breath fanning the spot behind her ear that sent a shiver down her spine. She swallowed again, slowly turning her head and making eye contact. He was so close, their noses almost touching. He stared into her eyes a moment longer until he closed the distance between them, his fingers threading in her hair and pulling to tilt her head to the side so he could kiss her deeper. 

Sakura couldn’t help the deep, throated moan that came out of her. Madara’s kiss was possessive and dominating, his tongue battling against her own as his fingers tightened around her hair. Sakura wrapped her arms around Madara’s neck, pulling him in deeper as she was consumed by his searing kiss. Madara wrapped his other arm around her waist and hauled her off the chair, as if she weighed nothing and plopped her down on her desk, removing the hands in her hair to push the papers that were on top of her desk off to make room for her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she should’ve been mad at that but right now she couldn’t think of anything else other than Madara’s lips. 

She opened her legs so that Madara could situate himself in between, his muscled body molding with hers. The position loosened her yukata and Sakura could feel Madara’s erection against her clothed core, making her moan. She couldn’t help but lock her legs behind him, wanting to feel him as close to her as possible through the thin barriers of their clothing. They kissed like that for what seemed like forever, and Sakura broke the kiss to catch her breath, her head tipping back and her mouth opening in a silent moan. Madara growled and began kissing her neck, his hips thrusting forward to press more of his erection against her. She couldn’t help but arch into it. Sakura whimpered when she felt his tongue lick a path down to her collarbone, jolting when he nipped at her skin. She felt his fingers loosening the knot of her yukata, her own hands doing the same to his. Her hands roamed the expanse of his chest, marveling at the feeling of his muscles rippling under her palms. She smiled into the kiss when she raked her nails down his abdomen and he let out a deep growl that sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine.  The second he untied the knot of her yukata, he wasted no time in palming her breast, squeezing and rubbing her nipples with his thumb. The answering smirk she felt as they kissed made her believe it was payback. 

“Sakura-sama, you’re still- eep! S-s-sorry,” she heard one of her subordinates squeak and the door slamming shut a second later. The little interruption stopped them both, dissipating the moment. Their breathing was hard and after a few breaths, Sakura sighed and pushed Madara off of her, using a little bit of her strength when she felt him not budging easily. Getting off the table, she retied the knot of her yukata, combed her fingers through her hair and avoided Madara’s gaze. She turned to look at the strewn paperwork on the floor and let out an exasperated sigh. Still, Madara didn’t move and continued to watch her. It was then she turned to look at him and wish she hadn’t. His sharingan was activated and his eyes were smoldering, his desire and lust for her so clear for her to read. She fought the urge to let her gaze go lower, glimpses of his muscled chest teasing her. She wondered if he could see the same hunger in her eyes, but she blinked and looked away. 

“Sakura,” 

Sakura closed her eyes, trying to will her body not to respond to his voice, the gravelly tone making her core clench.

“Madara, what do you think you’re doing,” she said in a clipped tone.

“Something I’ve always wanted to do. Imagine my surprise when I learned you’ve already kissed the others,” he growled.

Sakura’s eyes widened then narrowed.

“How did-, you know what, please leave. I have to start over with my paperwork again because of you,” she growled. She wasn’t sure why she was angry, but she knew she needed to put some space between them otherwise they would continue where they left off and she wouldn’t stop him. She couldn’t get a read on his tone when he mentioned hearing about her kissing the others, but Madara was unpredictable and she’d much rather try to avoid a jealous rampage from him, no matter how much his possessiveness turned her on. She couldn't deal with it right now.

He stared at her a second longer then disappeared out of her window, his eyes lingering on her face before jumping off. Sakura fell down on her knees and swallowed, her breaths coming in and out in short pants. That was the look full of dark promises that he intended to keep. Sakura wasn’t sure if her shaking was because she was afraid or if because she was anticipating it. Shit.

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“Mito-sama, it is a pleasure to have you in Konoha,” Hashirama greeted the princess and her party. It was a week later when Sakura found out about the Uzumaki’s making their way to Konoha. She felt a little pang in her chest when she remembered that Hashirama would be marrying the princess, and she had been avoiding him ever since. She was actually avoiding all of them. The guilt she felt overrode her senses, and she cursed herself for being so stupid and letting her emotions get the best of her, yet again. How she forgot that he was to be wed to the Uzumaki princess, she had no idea, but she was mortified when she remembered that she had practically almost begged Hashirama to be with her that one drunken night. 

She stood off to the side as Hashirama warmly greeted the party, while Madara stood back to let his friend do all the warm introductions. She wasn’t sure why they wanted her to be a part of the welcoming party, but Hashirama insisted, and so here she was, her heart constricting when it didn’t have the right to, watching the princess smile at Hashirama. 

As they sat gathered inside the tea room of the Hokage tower, Sakura kept to herself, smiling when being spoken to and answering when being asked a question. The boys noticed her unusual behavior but didn’t say anything in the presence of the party. 

“Senju-sama, pardon my interruption,” the princess began.

“Oh, please, Hashirama is fine, Princess,” he corrected her with a smile. Sakura cringed, hiding her discomfort behind her teacup.

“I would like to begin discussing the arrangement of the ceremony. It will be spring soon and it would be a perfect time for a wedding,” she said with a smile.

Sakura couldn’t breathe, the confirmation of their marriage being said out loud causing her heart to constrict. She had come to care for Hashirama as more than a friend, if she was being honest with herself. It wasn’t just Hashirama, but Tobirama and Izuna, and even Madara as well. She wasn’t sure when it passed the line of just mere attraction to actually liking them as more than friends, but she had gotten to know them at a deeper level these past couple of months and next thing she knew, they had wormed their way into her too-big of a heart, and now she’s paying for it. 

“Ah, yes, Touka was telling me about that,” Hashirama replied. Just then the doors opened and Touka walked in with a bouquet of flowers in her hand, her smile so bright, Sakura couldn’t help but forget about her internal struggle for a second and smile back. 

It happened so fast that Sakura was unprepared, but before she could blink, Mito had walked up to Touka and wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed her. Her mouth dropped open as she watched them break off the kiss and look at each other lovingly, her brain still not processing what just happened.

“Mito, I missed you,” Touka said softly, causing the princess to blush.

One of the Uzumaki party, Mito’s father, cleared his throat, clearing the fog in Sakura’s brain. She blinked and looked around the room, mostly at the boys, who all seemed unsurprised at the display of affection. She caught Tobirama’s gaze, and he gave her an amused smirk.

“Sakura!” Touka greeted as she walked towards her and sat down, pulling Mito along with her. The Uzumaki party grumbled at her brashness but Mito only giggled and didn’t seem to mind. In fact, Sakura could see the way her eyes shine when she looked fondly at Touka. 

“Touka,” Sakura greeted back with a smile. She had heard Touka talk about her fiance during their tea times but she never would’ve guessed it would be the Uzumaki Princess.

“You didn’t mention your fiance was Mito-sama,” she said shyly. Touka chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck much like Hashirama does.

“It was supposed to be a secret until they came over, but now that she’s here, I’m so glad you could finally meet each other. Mito, I’m sure you’ve already met Sakura,” 

“I’m glad to finally meet you in person, Sakura-san,” she smiled. Sakura blushed and looked away. She couldn’t look at the princess without feeling a bit guilty. Sakura was emotionally drained; she went through a multitude of emotions in just a few hours that she wasn’t sure she would survive the rest of the day. 

Just then she was summoned to help at the hospital, something she was eternally grateful for. She excused herself, making a hasty exit, not bothering to notice the way the boys watched her leave.

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Sakura sighed and plopped down on her office chair, her forearms covering her eyes. Now that she was alone and can think, she groaned in frustration, pressing her palms against her eyes causing her to see stars. She was in deep trouble. This is exactly why she didn’t want to act on her attraction with any of them. She knew she would fall, hard, because that’s just how she is, but to fall for four men at the same time? This was another level, even for her. Yet here she was, sitting with that realization. She let out a ragged exhale as she tried to calm herself down. There’s no point in dwelling on it now. The problem was, she wasn’t sure what she should do next. She knows the boys feel some kind of attraction towards her as well, judging by the looks in their eyes when she’s around, but is it just attraction or do they like her as much as she likes them. She scratched her head vigorously as she tried to think before placing her head down on her table.

“Sakura?” 

She jolted when she heard Hashirama’s voice. She didn’t even hear him come in. He walked towards her, worried expression on his face. She stood up to meet him halfway. He looked at her for a moment before asking if she was okay. Sakura nodded and smiled softly.

“You came all this way to check up on me? I thought I was the doctor,” she teased with a half smile. He smiled back, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Sakura’s smile dropped and she sighed.

“I’m fine Hashirama,” she began to turn away but he held on to her wrist. She looked at him with creased eyebrows.

“Sakura, you’re not very good at lying,” he said with a lopsided smile, but his eyes still held that same worried expression. Sakura looked down, avoiding his gaze. Hashirama tipped her chin up, a sad expression on his face.

“Something is bothering you, and I thought we were close enough that you could at least rely on me and tell me what’s wrong,” he whispered, the hurt in voice clearly heard by the pinkette. She pressed her lips together into a thin line, feeling slightly guilty but also conflicted because she can’t tell him exactly what was bothering her. She bit her lower lip, but the look in his eyes made her give in. She sighed as she gave him a half truth.

“I..thought you were going to marry Mito-sama…” she said softly, avoiding eye contact, a slight blush dusting her cheeks. When the silence stretched between them, Sakura looked back towards Hashirama and inhaled sharply. His eyes were soft, almost searching, and there’s something cautious in his face, but aside from all of that, she could see the flicker of heat in his deep-brown eyes. Slowly, he steps forward, reaching for Sakura, as he begins to dip his head down for a kiss. Sakura’s breathing turned into soft pants. Before their lips could touch, Hashirama paused again, as if waiting for Sakura to move away and tell him to stop, but when all she did was swallow and part her lips, he groaned as he slammed his lips against hers, pulling her in close so her body was flushed against his, his tongue plunging into her mouth and eliciting a moan out of her. She instinctively wound her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to deepen the kiss. Hashirama groaned, his tongue expertly battling with hers.

He walked them backwards until her ass bumped her desk, his hands automatically hooking under her thighs to sit her down and urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did not resist, she didn’t think she could with the way his kiss was hot and needy and all-consuming. She vaguely remembers being in the same position with Madara on this exact same desk, and she’s hoping that this time no one comes barging in on them again. It would not look good if the same person were to find her in the same position with the other Hokage, but when Hashirama pressed his hips against her core, all thoughts and worries disappeared as all of her focus were mostly on how good Hashirama felt against her. When they separated to breathe, he wasted no time trailing open-mouthed kisses from her neck to her earlobe. Sakura tilted her head and held on to his broad shoulders, getting lost in the sensations. Realizing her feelings for the four males had scared her for a bit, but being embraced by Hashirama made her feel like maybe, just maybe, she was worrying too much about nothing. 

Hashirama began pushing Sakura to lay her down on the table, never once letting his lips stop kissing her skin. She gasped when he bit lightly, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her veins. One of his hands, which were holding on to her hips in a tight grip, began to caress her sides, stopping just shy from her breasts. Sakura could feel her nipples harden at the anticipation, and she whimpered as she felt his thumb stroke the bottom swell of her breast. She could feel Hashirama’s body shaking, his erection pressed tightly against her inner thighs. He cursed and his mouth went back to her lips, his tongue seeking entrance as his hands finally cupped one of her breasts through her yukata. She could feel the growl he let out vibrate against her chest and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. His other hand began to trail down and under her yukata, caressing her outer thighs. Hashirama sighed into the kiss as he felt her soft skin, boldly caressing higher and higher until he grabbed one of her cheeks and squeezed. Sakura groaned and pressed her hips closer against his own. Instinctively, he began to thrust his hips against her, loving the way she panted and mewled each time he hit her core. The knocking on the door startled the both of them as they scrambled to separate, Sakura jumping off the desk and hastily trying to brush her hair and straighten her clothes, and Hashirama turning around to adjust himself. 

“Sakura-sama,” said a quiet voice through the door. 

“Yes, Shimizu? Come in,” Sakura answered, walking around to sit down, her eyes darting to the side towards Hashirama. His back was still facing the door, and he was watching her. Sakura turned back to face forward just as the medic walked in with paperwork. It was the same medic that walked in on her with Madara. It’s probably why she knocked and waited until Sakura let her in. Her eyes darted towards Hashirama who was standing off to the side and bowed.

“H-hokage-sama, s-sorry to interrupt,”

Hashirama smiled and turned around, waving his hands. “Oh I should be the one apologizing for taking up Sakura’s time. Please,” he gestured towards Sakura. His eyes caught hers for a split second, heat still lingering in their depths. 

‘We’ll continue our talk later,” he said before he smirked and walked away. Sakura gulped before turning her attention back to the medic, plastering on a smile.

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The next morning, Sakura needed to let out some steam so she decided to train early. An hour into her training, she felt his presence.

 “Tobirama, I know you’re there,” she huffed, crossing her arms. He stepped around the tree and smirked.

“For someone who’s not a sensor, you’re not bad,” he teased. 

“I guess my body just knows when you’re near” she answered without thinking. Tobirama’s gaze darkened and he stalked forward. Sakura uncrossed her arms and stood up straighter, feeling the air around them change. She swallowed and creased her brows.

“What are you doing here,” she asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing, his proximity making her squirm.

“I sensed your chakra and wanted to ask if you’d like to spar with me,” he said, his voice deep and low.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she replied softly, biting her lower lip. He stepped into her space, forcing her to tilt her chin up a little to look at him.

“And why is that, Sakura,” his crimson eyes were glued to hers. Sakura swallowed. There was always tension between them when it came to Tobirama. At first it was because he didn’t trust her, but now because his eyes hold so much heat and desire he doesn’t bother trying to hide that it never fails to send shivers down her spine. 

“Because it’s still early enough that people are still asleep. It would be rude to wake them up with our sparring,” she answered.

Tobirama hummed but stayed silent. “Is that all?”  Sakura widened her eyes slightly, then narrowed at the younger Senju. 

“Fine, if it’s a spar you want, then a spar you get. But taijutsu only,” she scoffed.

“No chakra,” he added, arching his brows. Sakura grumbled but agreed as they got into position. After watching him spar with Izuna, Sakura knew she had no chance of winning against Tobirama. But that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t give him a hard time. She was beyond frustrated and really needed this outlet so she didn’t hold back. Even without the use of her chakra, her punches still hurt and she smiled when her foot connected against his abdomen, causing him to jump back. As Sakura thought, Tobirama was fast, and after a while her movements started to slow down, giving Tobirama the opening to get her back by kicking her against a tree and following through by pushing his body against hers. Sakura gasped from the impact and the feeling of Tobirama’s thighs wedged between her legs. He stared down at her, his red eyes gleaming and Sakura whimpered at the heat in their depths. 

They stared at each other for a moment. This time, it was her who initiated the kiss, pulling his head towards her to slam her lips against his. Tobirama groaned and kissed her back with the same passion, both hands gripping her waist in a bruising grip. It was a heated kiss the moment their lips touched, and Sakura moaned when he bit her lower lip. Sakura gripped Tobiramas shoulders, moaning into the kiss and Tobirama continued to press his hard body against hers. He pulled back abruptly, red eyes dark and gleaming with desire. His lips were shiny and swollen, and his cheeks were flushed with color. Sakura must look just as disheveled, and she had to swallow back another moan as she unconsciously ground her hips against his thighs, her core clenching from the friction. Tobirama pressed his forehead against hers, groaning as he fought for control. He hated the fact that every time he was around Sakura, he lost control of his body and mind and all he could think about was her. 

“Sakura,” he breathed, his eyes closed as he tried to get his breathing under control. 

“Tobi..” she whimpered, and she felt him tighten his grip on her waist. With a growl, he kissed her again, his hands scooping under her knees and making her wrap her legs around his waist. The bark of the tree dug into Sakura’s back but she didn’t care. She felt his hands pull the knot of her yukata loose, and she arched her back, encouraging him to touch her heated skin. He broke the kiss to part the yukata, his eyes darkening as he could clearly see her hard nipples through her bindings. 

He dipped his head down, nipping one hard nipple through the binding, making Sakura scream out and arch her back, her head knocking against the tree. Her hands threaded through his white hair, pulling when she felt one of his hands pinch her other nipple. She could feel his erection rubbing against her, the cold metal of his happuri causing goosebumps to form on her heated skin. She gasped when she felt her bindings rip in half, her eyes flying open to see Tobirama smirking down at her as he threw away the kunai he used. The smirk didn’t last as his eyes traveled down her exposed chest. “Beautiful,” he murmured before dipping his head down to lick at her erect nipple, the feeling of his rough tongue causing her to arch and moan out loud. She was writhing against him now, her hands gripping onto his shoulders so tightly at the sensations he was eliciting out of her and making her head spin.

The sound of distant voices froze them in their act. They both stared at each other for a few moments, eyes wide, before Tobirama stepped back to let Sakura down. With a slight blush, Sakura retied her yukata and turned around.

“I have to go,” she said quietly and walked the opposite way, not daring to look back. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to walk away if she did and see the hunger in his eyes.

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Sakura made her way through the Uchiha compound, Izuna’s gift wrapped nicely in her hands. She found out from Kagura that Izuna’s birthday was the day before, and she wanted to give him something. She spent the better part of her free time yesterday before her shift trying to figure out what to get him. She was let in by one of the staff and was directed towards Izuna’s quarters. She knocked on his door and waited. After a few minutes of silence, she could hear him grumbling on the other side of the door. Sakura had to suppress her giggle at the sound. Seems like he had a good celebration of his birthday the night before. Sadly she was too busy at the hospital that she couldn’t make it, which is why she made her way over that morning.

Izuna opened his door, rubbing his eyes. “Chiiii, you should know better than to wake me this early after a night out,” he yawned.

Sakura blushed as her eyes trailed down his body. Izuna was shirtless, wearing only trousers that hung quite low on his hips, showing off his v-cut. He stopped rubbing his eyes and blinked, only for them to widen as he finally realized who was standing in front of him.

“Sakura!” he said with a shocked expression.

“G-good morning, Izuna,” she stuttered. She tried to hide the gift behind her and looked away, trying to calm her blush down.

Izuna stepped aside, scratching the back of his head with a goofy smile on his face. Sakura walked in tentatively, looking around Izuna’s room. It was cleaner than she thought, with a few scrolls half opened to the side.

“Forgive me, I thought you were Chisako,” he chuckled awkwardly. Sakura turned around to see Izuna walking up behind her, trying to suppress a yawn with the back of his hand. 

“Had fun last night?” she asked with an amused smile on her face.

“The whole clan wanted to help me celebrate…” he grimaced when he shook his head slightly. Chuckling, Sakura placed one glowing hand on his forehead. Izuna sighed and closed his eyes, his body instantly relaxing.

“You are a lifesaver” he hummed, leaning towards her hands. She giggled, and removed her hands a moment later. Izuna blinked his eyes open.

“I’m sad you couldn’t be there,” he whispered. She smiled at him, her heart beating double time as he looked at her with the cutest pout she’s ever seen. Bringing the gift around in front of her, she held it up towards him and smiled genuinely as she watched his face light up, his eyes darting back and forth from the gift to her face.

“I know, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there also. Will this make it up to you?” she asked with a teasing smile. Izuna happily took it from her and sat down cross legged on his futon, carefully unwrapping the gift. Sakura bit her lips and nervously sat down next to him. She watched as he froze when he saw the paint brush set, his eyes wide. When it looked like he wasn’t going to move or say anything, Sakura nervously cleared her throat.

“I-i’m sorry, I wasn’t sure what to get you. I wish I knew earlier about your birthday so I had more time to think-”

“I love it,” he breathed out, finally looking up towards Sakura, his eyes looking a little misty. Sakura let out a sigh of relief, smiling fondly at him as he carefully looked over the high-quality paint brush set in his hands. Izuna knew at that moment that he was in trouble. He looked back up at her and was taken aback by how beautiful she was, in so many ways. She has a kind heart and it surprises him how deeply she cared for everyone, no matter who it was. He knew she had lived through war; he’s seen her a handful of times with that faraway look in her eyes, yet she was still able to smile and laugh and care so deeply. With a sigh, he carefully rewrapped the gift before placing it to the side. He turned back towards Sakura, smiling softly at her as he gently reached for her hands and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. Sakura’s breath hitched, her face flushing as she suddenly remembered his state of undress. 

Izuna looked into her eyes, his irises turning dark and heated as they stared at each other. She felt him tug her forward, just lightly enough so that she knew what he wanted from her but not forceful. She willingly moved forward, now kneeling in front of Izuna, swallowing past the nervous lump in her throat. In her kneeling position, she was looking down to his face, her hands on his bare shoulders, his own hands gripping her waist. Sakura knew her face was flushed, but she didn’t let that stop her as she cupped his face with shaky hands and slowly initiated the kiss. They kept their eyes open as she slowly descended, and only when their lips touched did they both close their eyes. 

Sakura sighed into the kiss, the feeling of Izuna’s lips sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body. She moaned when she felt him pull her closer, his hands snaking around her waist as he deepened the kiss. Sakura threaded her fingers in his hair, which was already a little tangled due to him having bed head, and she smiled into the kiss as she absently undid a knot for him while their tongues battled for dominance. Eventually the kiss became more heated, and Sakura found herself sitting snugly into Izuna’s lap. One of his hands threaded into her hair and tugged her head back. She broke the kiss with a gasp, her head tilted as he began to kiss the side of her neck, her hands tightening their grip on his hair. He groaned, increasing the pressure of his kisses on her neck and possibly leaving a hickey for her to find afterwards, which at that moment she couldn't care less. 

“I-izuna,” she mewled, absentmindedly grinding her hips against his erection. He growled and stopped kissing her neck, looking back enough so he could see her face. His sharingan was activated and his jaw was clenched. She could clearly see the reflection of herself in his eyes, how her eyes were blown wide with lust and her lips were swollen from their kisses. 

“Kuso,” he cursed as he went back in to kiss her, hard. He moved them so that she was now laid flat on her back, his body towering over her. Sakura loved the feeling of Izuna’s skin, her hands roaming the expanse of his bare back, relishing the groans he made. Izuna’s fingers easily undid the knot of her yukata. When she didn’t make a move to stop him, he pulled apart her yukata, breaking the kiss long enough to look down at the pink-haired girl pinned under him. He cursed again as the image of her pink hair sprawled out, her lips swollen, pert breasts flushed and emerald eyes looking up at him expectantly seared into his memory forever, thanks to his sharingan. Without hesitation, he cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her hard nipple, causing her to arch back and hiss, her eyes closing. Without warning, his mouth descended on her other breast and Sakura couldn’t help the sound that came out of her, covering her mouth at the last second to muffle the sounds. Izuna smiled against her skin, loving the way she writhed and pulled at his hair as his tongue continued to tease and stroke her nipple, while his other hand pinched and groped the other. He thanked whatever Kami was up there for giving him this chance with her. There was a slight moment of thought as he wondered that perhaps he was dreaming all of this, but decided not to let it ruin anything. Dream or not, this was something he’s been wanting for so long, and he wasn’t going to let this opportunity go.

She had opened her legs instinctively and wrapped her legs around his waist. He was painfully aroused, his erection hard and heavy against her core. Her panties and his pants were thin enough that he could practically feel her wetness seeping through, causing him to growl against her breast. His hand began to trail down her stomach and her outer thighs as he let go of her nipple with a pop and went back to kissing her mouth, his other hand intertwined with hers and placed next to her head. When his fingers brushed her core and felt the wetness seeping through her panties, he stopped kissing her and placed his forehead against hers, his fingers tightening around hers as he looked pleadingly into her eyes. She looked back at him with dazed eyes as she smiled softly and nodded. Just when he was about to move his finger, he tensed, his teeth clenching and his eyes shutting so hard, Sakura could see the veins pop out on his temples. In the blink of an eye, he got off of her and helped her to her feet, pulling her yukata closed for her and raking a hand through his messy hair. All Sakura could do was blink at him until he met her eyes and he gave her an apologetic smile.

“Madara,” he mouthed. She then felt his chakra making its way dangerously close to Izuna’s room.  Sakura blushed as Izuna let out a shuddering breath, his fists clenched as he looked at her intensely. 

“You should, um,” she swallowed and took a deep breath in, avoiding his penetrating gaze. “You should get cleaned up, I will see you later,” she said softly, already walking towards the door. He caught her wrist and she tensed.

“Thank you, for my present,” he said after a beat and let her go. Sakura nodded, still blushing profusely as she made a hasty exit.

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Madara was coming back from his mission when he saw Sakura making a hasty exit out of his brother's room looking disheveled. “Oh?” he hummed as he watched her basically sprint out of the Uchiha compound. A moment later, his brother opened the door to his room and stepped out, glaring at him with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Why direct such a glare towards me Izuna. I just got here,” he scoffed but his face was set into an amused smile. Based on the noticeable bulge beneath his little brother’s pants, he could understand why he was angry.

“And here I tried to come back as early as possible for your birthday, although I am still a day late,” he continued. 

Izuna let out a ragged exhale as he combed his hands through his hair. “You couldn’t have waited another hour or so to come home?” he said hoarsely before turning around and going back into his room, with Madara following behind him. Madara chuckled.

“And why is that brother?” 

Izuna ‘tsk’ed, picking up his gift carefully and putting it away. “Is that from Sakura?” Madara asked. Izuna nodded.

“She couldn’t come out last night so she came this morning to give me my gift,” he said with a smirk. It was Madara’s turn to scoff.

“Seems to me like she gave you more than just that as a gift,” he grumbled. Izuna chuckled as his older brother pouted.

“Jealous brother?” Izuna teased. 

“Of course I am. I haven’t had time alone with Sakura, and everytime I try to get her to talk to me, she avoids me like her life depended on it,” he growled. Izuna laughed and sat down cross-legged, with Madara doing the same.

“Maybe you were a little too aggressive with her brother. Didn’t you say you marched up to her in her office and just kissed her? Something about being last” Izuna said with a wave of his wrist.

“Tch, from what I’ve heard about the younger Senju, he’s been taking the same approach with her and she doesn’t seem to be avoiding him,” 

“Actually, she is,” Izuna corrected. Madara arched his eyebrows.

“I saw them at the training grounds and ever since then, Sakura kept herself busy at the hospital. It seems to be a pattern whenever something happens. I spoke with Hashirama and the same goes for him,” Izuna explained.

“Wait, are you telling me I’m last, again?” Madara growled, his fists clenched. Izuna propped one elbow on his thigh, his head tilted to the side as he regarded Madara.

“This isn’t a competition brother. Didn’t we all already agree that if it comes down to it, we wouldn’t mind sharing her?” he asked, brows creased. 

“It doesn’t change the fact that you all already spent more time with her alone. I agreed to share, but I still would like it if she would give me the same time of day she’s been giving all of you,” Madara pouted, crossing his arms. Izuna tried to hide his smile behind his hands, but failed when Madara glared at him.

“To be fair, Tobirama approached her when she was avoiding him, so I don’t think it was intentional,” Izuna said.

Madara stood up and began to walk off. “Where are you going,” asked Izuna, who also stood up and watched his brother exit his room. Madara stopped at the door to look over his shoulders. He smirked, his eyes gleaming wickedly before turning around and exiting. Izuna’s eyebrows twitched in annoyance but sighed. Hopefully his brother won’t overdo it and scare her off for good.

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Before Madara could knock on her door, it was swung open by the pinkette, her eyes wide with shocked surprise.

“Madara!”

“Oh? Were you expecting me, Sakura?” he drawled, tilting his head to the side and smirking. She blinked and pulled herself together.

“What are you doing here,”

“I was trying to get back in time for Izuna’s birthday. Unfortunately, I’m a day late,” he paused before adding “Are you going to invite me in or were you planning to let me stand out here all day?” he crossed his arms and arched an eyebrow. Sakura pressed her lips together and scowled, but stepped aside to let him in. She stiffened as Madara suddenly trapped her between his body and the door, his one hand flat against the wood by her head. Her back tensed as she felt him move closer.

“Did you save me for last again, Sakura?” he whispered near her ear. She scoffed and turned around, about to retaliate but the words did not come out. His onyx orbs had gone dark and heated and she got lost in them. Madara leaned in closer, his breath fanning her face and she couldn’t help herself when her eyes closed on their own, anticipating the kiss. He smiled at her reaction. Sakura’s heart was beating so fast. She waited with baited breath for the pressure of lips but creased her brows when a few more seconds passed and nothing happened. She blinked her eyes open to see Madara smiling at her and she blushed furiously.

“I’ve been hearing about your infamous curry, and it saddens me to think that I’m the last to get a taste of it,” he said, stepping back to give her space. His eyes shone with amusement. 

“That’s what you meant?” she asked in an annoyed huff..

“What did you think I meant, Sa-ku-ra,” he drawled, smirking again. She gritted her teeth, trying to fight the urge to punch him. He was clearly enjoying teasing her. 

“Nothing. If I make you curry, will you leave me alone?” she asked in clipped tones.

“Hmmm, maybe,” Madara shrugged and walked away, towards her table. Sakura scoffed and stomped over to her kitchen.

Madara watched her work, one elbow propped on the table and leaning his head against his palms. His eyes roamed her figure, the deep green yukata barely hiding her womanly curves. He could still feel how soft her skin was, how her pert breasts fit so perfectly in his palms. He called forth the memory, thanks to his sharingan and held back a groan as the image of her sitting on her office table, her yukata loosely opened to reveal milky soft skin and perky breasts that were flushed, made him instantly hard. He blinked away the memory and shook his head, trying to get himself under control. 

Sakura looked over her shoulders with an arched eyebrow, tilting her head in a silent question. He waved his hand, letting her know that everything’s okay. He watched as she tried to grab something from above the counter, her yukata inching up higher to reveal more skin. He swallowed hard, trying not to let his eyes wander. He’s fought in wars ever since he was a child, yet here he was having the most difficult time keeping himself under control around a pink-haired medic. He’s not innocent, he indulged in the opposite sex before, but that was just a means to relieve the stress of the ongoing war and nothing more. He’s never felt such a strong pull from a woman before. There’s just something about Sakura that garners his attention. It wasn’t just physical attraction either, and he can bet that the others feel the same way. Sakura was an enigma; she came to them when she was needed the most, as if she was meant to be there. Her mannerisms were different from the other women he was used to, but not unheard of considering he grew up with Kagura. It was refreshing to have a woman speak her mind and take charge. In fact, it turns him on considerably. 

But it was also because of her compassion and understanding of something bigger. The different clans inside Konoha may be playing nice at the moment, but there is still some tension between the clans. They were in a time of peace, but for how long? Yet here she was, firmly believing in the “Will of Fire” and constantly embodying its meaning. Many times she’s called out the elders of each clan about their archaic way of thinking. It’s no wonder the four of them have all fallen for the pinkette. It would be unconventional if Sakura did decide to pursue a relationship with all four of them, and some people from both clans would disagree with their arrangement, sharing a matriarch with the Senju and vice versa. But he could care less about them. In fact, this would just solidify their peace between the clans, and he has no problem with sharing. Slowly but surely, she has won their respect and affection just by being herself. She would make a wonderful matriarch. He groaned as his mind began to wander to more dangerous territory once more, with Sakura finally succumbing to him; to them. He startled when she set the dish down in front of him, cursing internally when he was caught daydreaming.

“You’re very quiet. Is something bothering you?” she asked as she sat across from him.

“Nothing, just thinking about the diplomatic mission I did. The Shimura clan has been annoyingly persistent about wanting a spot in the village, but they are a bunch of egotistical and power hungry people. Hashirama, of course believes everyone deserves a chance to be a part of Konoha but I beg to differ,”

Sakura froze at the mention of the Shimura clan, which did not go unnoticed by the sharingan user. He creased his brows and put his utensil down. He must’ve seen the distant look of hatred on her face or noticed her hands clenched so tight they turned white, as he got up and walked over to kneel beside her, placing his bigger hands on top of hers. Sakura came back to her senses from his touch, and she whipped her head to the side to stare into his eyes.

“You know of the Shimura clan?” he asked, gently rubbing his thumb over her skin, forcing her to unclench her fists. Sakura swallowed hard before she stiffly nodded. How much should she say? Could she convince him not to bring them into Konoha? She was clenching again and she gritted her teeth as she remembered all the horrible things that Danzo had done in her time. 

“You are right about one thing,” she said, looking directly into Madara’s eyes. “They are power hungry, and nothing good ever comes with a clan that is power hungry.”

Madara studied her face for a moment, noting the way she was vibrating with killing intent. He wondered if the Shimura clan had wronged her somehow. Should he ask? He was taken aback when she suddenly placed her palms against his cheeks, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Her expressive eyes that could never hide how she truly felt. In them, he saw fear and sorrow, and he could not figure out why she would look at him like that. 

“Sakura?” he managed to croak, unable to tear his gaze away from her eyes and their gravitational pull. He found himself leaning forward until his forehead rested on hers. She closed her eyes and sighed, her hands now resting on top of his shoulders.

“Madara, you cannot let the Shimura clan into Konoha,” she whispered softly, her voice trembling. He looked back up at her, brows furrowed. This was the first time she’s ever asked something like this. He wanted to question her some more, but the look on her face made the words die out. If the mention of the Shimura clan made her feel like this, he will damn well make sure they do not step foot into Konoha.

“I trust your judgment wholeheartedly, and if you say the Shimura clan shouldn’t be a part of Konoha, then so be it,” he said firmly, eyes shining with determination. Something like relief washed over her features and before she could stop herself, she placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him softly. Madara stiffened at first but relaxed into the kiss. He could feel her emotions being communicated through that kiss, her lips moving languidly against his as her body finally let the tension go.

Soon the kiss turned heated, with Madara beginning to stand and pulling Sakura up along with him. He tilted his head to the side so he could deepen the kiss, his hand cupping the back of her neck to keep her there as his other hand wrapped around her waist. Sakura moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck when he nipped her bottom lip. They kissed passionately for what seemed like hours, breaking apart to stare into each others’ eyes. For a moment they just stared at each other, until Madara growled and slammed his lips back against hers. Madara spun them around and pushed back until Sakura’s back hit the wall, dropping a few utensils on the nearby counter from the force of the impact. Sakura gasped and Madara did not hesitate to plunge his tongue into her mouth, his hands wasting no time in palming her breasts through her yukata. 

This kiss was rough and passionate and his hands kneaded her breasts expertly. Sakura couldn’t hold back the moans from coming out even if she wanted to. Madara broke the kiss long enough to roughly pull her yukata apart, exposing her body to his eyes that were now shining red with his sharingan. She bit her lips as she watched his eyes go dark and hungry as it traveled the expanse of her body. She wasn’t insecure or anything, she didn’t care much about her looks compared to when she was younger, but the way Madara growled his appreciation made her womanly pride soar.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as he bent his head down to take one nipple into his mouth and licked slowly, taking his sweet time. Sakura arched her back, her hands threading into his long hair, pulling when he nipped hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure through her and then whimpering when he licked the pain away. She trailed her hands down to his shoulders, her hands going under his own yukata to feel his heated skin under her palms. She loved the feeling of his muscles bunching as he undid his own knot to loosen up his yukata, giving Sakura more access to his broad shoulders and back. Sakura was so lost in the sensation, with Madara trailing hot kisses up her body to settle in the crook of her neck that she cried out when his palms pressed against her core.

“I can feel how wet you are through your undergarment,” he growled in her ear, nipping her earlobes. Sakura couldn’t control her own body as it writhe and grinded against Madara’s palms, seeking friction to help soothe the ache in between her legs. 

“M-Madara, p-please,” she gasped as he pressed harder, rubbing the heel of his palms against her nub through her panties. Sakura began to pant, her forehead on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Suddenly a knock on the door caused the both of them to groan out loud. Sakura closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as Madara did the same. Hesitantly, he pulled his hands away and righted himself. Closing Sakura’s yukata for her, he leaned in close.

“Next time,” he growled, “I won’t stop. I don’t care who it is on the other side of that door. I couldn’t care less if they walk in on us,” he said through gritted teeth and stepped back, stomping over to answer the door. He yanked it open to find the shinobi that was assigned to retrieve Sakura.

“H-hokage-sama, forgive my intrusion,” he said bowing. Madara must’ve looked like he wanted to hit something by the way the shinobi cowered. 

“Sakura-sama is being summoned, my lord,” 

“Obviously,” he scowled. He looked over his shoulders to see Sakura had cleared out the table and was walking towards them. She held up the hastily wrapped bento box and smiled sheepishly up at him. 

“Eat it while it’s still hot,” she said as she passed it on to Madara. With a gruff, he took it and nodded to the shinobi.

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“Ah, Madara! I didn’t know you were back from your diplomatic mission,” said Hashirama, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he felt his friend's chakra flaring. “I assume you came back early for Izuna,” he tried to converse but Madara just glared at him, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Sakura was standing beside him and sighed. Walking forward, she bowed and smiled. Hashirama smiled back and nodded his head. He can take a guess as to why Madara was in a bad mood, judging from the way Sakura’s face still held a slight flush to it and her lips still a bit swollen from what he can deduce was due to them kissing. His gaze moved to Madara’s, an amused expression on his face. 

“I apologize for calling you in on your day off Sakura, but your expertise is needed. I got a letter from the Daimyo that his daughter is ill and requested for you personally to go and tend to her,” he said, passing the scroll over to her. Sakura nodded, accepting the scroll.

“Hn. Understood, I will leave immediately,” she said.

“Who’s her escort?” chimed in Madara who was now standing beside her. Sakura huffed, glaring at Madara.

“I do not need an escort, Hokage-sama” she said in clipped tones, annoyed that he would even suggest such a thing for such a simple mission. But he ignored her, walking towards his desk and sitting down. Her eyebrows twitched in annoyance. Clearly they were both feeling agitated from having been interrupted, but it still grated her nerves at the way he’s acting out.

“Madara, Sakura is a capable kunoichi. You’ve seen her spar. Besides, it's only a two day travel. This wouldn’t be the first time she’s had to travel to heal someone,” Hashirama reasoned with Madara. 

“It doesn’t matter. Word travels fast, and if people find out that the best medic of Konoha is traveling on her own, they will do everything they can to get a hold of her. She’s very valuable and too important for us to take that risk,” he countered. Sakura blinked, not expecting that reply from him at all. She wasn’t sure if he was speaking on behalf of Konoha, or if it had a different meaning, but hearing that Madara felt she was important melted some of the anger out of her. Hashirama pressed his lips together, thinking over his words.

“Fine, you make a good argument my friend,” Hashirama sighed in defeat. 

30 minutes later, Sakura walked out of the Konoha gates with one Senju escort and one Uchiha escort.

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“You couldn’t wait one hour to send that shinobi to Sakura’s house,” Madara growled at his friend. Hashirama chuckled.

“Ah, I see, you were interrupted. Trust me, I know the feeling, so I do apologize for that. But, in my defense, I didn’t think you would be there in the first place,” he smiled at his friend. Putting some scrolls away, he asked Madara about his mission.

“We are to never let the Shimura clan set foot in Konoha. That is final,” Madara said firmly, looking directly into Hashirama’s wide eyes.

“Wha- Hold on Madara, let’s not get too hasty here. We should still give them a chance,”

“Sakura asked me personally not to let them in.” Hashirama froze.

“Sakura? She did?” Madara nodded. Hashirama frowned

“Did she say why?” he asked.

Madara shook his head, also frowning and looking down at the desk. “You should’ve seen her face, Hashi. She was seething with so much hatred at the mere mention of the Shimura clan name. I have a feeling they have something to do with her past that we know little about. Do you think they attacked her and her family?” Madara thought out loud.

Hashirama took in a deep breath, letting it out in a loud exhale. “I don’t know, but if Sakura feels strongly about them, I’ll reconsider their request. You know I can’t just deny them without a proper reason, but for Sakura’s sake, I will do my best,” he said. Madara nodded.

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It took longer than expected to finish the mission. Sakura stayed for a week, wanting to make sure that the Daimyo’s daughter was in good health by the time she made her way back home. At the time she was away on this mission, Hashirama found enough reason to respectfully reject the Shimura clan from being a part of Konoha. Sakura breathed a sigh of relief after reading that part in the letter that Madara had sent her. She bit her lips, trying to contain her smile. The boys had each sent her letters, letting her know that she was missed in their own way. 

In the week that she was away, she had a lot of time to herself to think about her feelings for the four males. She has no doubt that she’s on the verge of falling in love with them, if she wasn’t already. Sakura was aware of the complications that come with loving four men, and she groaned out in frustration. She plans to have a little girl talk with her friends when she gets back from the mission. She has no doubt that they wouldn’t judge her and will help her navigate through her feelings. She and her escorts were about a few hours away from Konoha when she felt the ambush before it started. It seemed her escorts did so as well by the way they braced themselves for attack.

“You’ve caused us a lot of trouble young lady,” said one of the shinobi that came out of the shadows. Her Uchiha escort snarled at the incomer.

“Hagoromo,” he hissed, his kunai drawn and sharingan activated. “What do you want,”

“Well, for starters, I want you two dead. It’s disgusting to see an Uchiha and Senju working together,” he spat in their direction. The Senju tensed, moving his body in front of Sakura protectively while the Uchiha did the same. Sakura bared her teeth. She heard of the Hagoromo clan who were allied with the Uchiha clan when the war was still raging. They caused a few shinobi to end up in her E.R the last few weeks for attacking them while they were out on missions. She could feel they were surrounded, cursing for not being able to detect them until that moment.

“The Hagoromo likes to play dirty, and they probably did something to hide their chakra until the last minute,” said the Uchiha escort, answering the question in her head. 

“Daichi, when you see an opening, send word to Hokage-sama,” she said softly, her fists clenching, ready for a fight. The Uchiha nodded, also getting into a fighting stance. The shinobi in front of them laughed.

“You’re a lot prettier than I imagined,” he smiled a sickly smile that made Sakura’s skin crawl. “No wonder Shimura paid good money for you,” he chuckled lowly, his eyes gleaming in excitement. The three Konoha nin gasped.

“Shimura paid you to capture me?” she asked. 

“It was quite a shock for us as well. The Shimura clan are known to keep to themselves, but you must’ve done something to anger them. No matter, we get the money and we get to have you for ourselves until we have to give you up,” he said, licking his lips.

“As if we’d let you,” the Senju escort growled. The Hagoromo shinobi laughed then raised his arms up into a T as the rest of the ambush attacked.

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The four of them just finished a meeting that required their attendance. Walking inside the main office of the Hokage tower, Tobirama and Izuna set down the stack of papers they were carrying, while Hashirama and Madara sat down on their chairs, groaning.

“Maaaan, I miss Sakura,” Izuna whined as he walked beside his brother, looking out the window. 

“She should be back soon,” Madara said.

“I didn’t realize I would miss her this much,” whined Hashirama. Tobirama rolled his eyes, yet he couldn’t help but agree. He did miss Sakura more than he thought he would. He had written her a letter about the status of the hospital, and she had sent one back thanking him for looking out for the hospital while she was away. The four of them had openly discussed the inclinations of sharing one woman with two different clans. Surprisingly, it was a civil conversation, although he gloated a little when he found out that he had a moment with Sakura before the Uchiha brothers did. He couldn't help it, he was competitive by nature and old habits die hard in wanting to always be one step ahead of the Uchiha. 

Just then, a rapid knocking on the window shook him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Madara and Izuna frowning at the summon, letting it inside. Tobirama did not like the way they looked at each other, jaws clenching.

“What is it?” he demanded.

“He is Daichi Uchiha’s summon. He was one of Sakura’s escorts,” answered Izuna.

“There’s been an ambush!” screamed the summon, causing the four males to tense. Madara brought his fist down on the table, snarling.

“I knew it. How far, and how many” he growled, killing intent spilling out of him. 

“A couple hours east. It’s three against roughly 15 shinobi of the Hagoromo clan. They claimed to have been hired by the Shimura clan,” answered the summon.

Madara was the first out of the window, followed by Izuna and the summon. Tobirama cursed as he too began to follow, but stopped shortly to see Hashirama summon a wood clone before they nodded and ran off to Sakura’s direction.

Tobirama let his sensor abilities out, stretching it to its limits as they ran as fast as they possibly could. He was protecting the rear, and he could practically see the chakra seeping out of the Uchiha’s and the killing intent surrounding them. Hashirama too was very tense. He’s seen Hashirama prepare for battles a handful of times and he’s always been level-headed and calm, but the way he carried himself now felt different. He seemed almost desperate, as if the thought of Sakura not making it out alive scared him. Tobirama gritted his teeth and pushed off the tree harder, his nostrils flaring. He has to believe that Sakura would be alright. Ryu Senju was an exceptional fighter and knew that the Uchiha was just as skilled. He also knew Sakura could hold out on her own. But the Hagoromo clan were known for their trickery and he hoped to Kami that Sakura would not fall for them. Just hold on until we get there Sakura, he thought to himself.

Just then he felt their chakras. “Up ahead! She’s fighting against four of them,” Tobirama bellowed. He could feel her chakra was dangerously low. When they arrived, it was to Sakura punching a shinobi so hard that they heard his bones crack and was sent flying backwards.

“Sakura!” they all yelled, causing her to turn her head around. She was covered in black lines that snaked around her skin. The look of relief washed over her face before they widened. It was like watching in slow motion. He saw the shinobi that was on the ground behind her thrust his sword up towards her abdomen, using the momentary distraction to make his move.

“NOOOO,” he heard the others scream, or was he also screaming? He did not know, but with a fierce battle cry, the four of them moved.

Sakura coughed out blood and fell to her knees. Izuna and Hashirama were there in an instant. “Leave one alive for interrogation!” Hashirama bellowed when Madara was about to make the killing blow to the last surviving shinobi. He growled and put him under a genjutsu, tossing the body aside before he ran towards them. Tobirama stood frozen in place.

“Hashirama, can you heal her?” Madara asked. Hashirama creased his brows, his hands already glowing green around her abdomen. He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as he shook his head. Izuna made a noise of disbelief as they all stared at Sakura who was breathing heavily, blood pooling around her.

“Boys,” she croaked, wincing in pain. “Can one of you pull this sword out,” 

They all looked at each other unsurely before back down to Sakura. “Are you sure?” Hashirama asked. Sakura nodded. Taking a deep breath, he firmly grasped the handle of the sword and pulled it out cleanly in one go. Izuna’s hands automatically tried to cover the wound, biting his lips as he watched more blood pour out of her. Just then all of their eyes widened as they watched the wound begin to close. Soon after it closed, the black lines surrounding her skin began to recede. Sakura sighed a breath of relief, and her eyes met Tobirama’s red ones. He must’ve been wearing some sort of expression on his face as her own softened and she smiled at him.

“I’m okay, just lost too much…blood,” she gasped, swaying forward and losing consciousness. Izuna caught her, his eyes softening as he pushed a lock of hair out of her face.

“Tobirama, take Sakura to the hospital. You’ll get there faster,” he said, looking up at him. He nodded, forcing his legs to move and taking Sakura into his arms. He looked down at her and he couldn’t help but place his forehead against hers and let out a shuddering breath. He turned back to look towards the others who were watching and nodded as he ran towards the direction of Konoha.

“M-madara-sama!” They turned towards the voice to see the two escorts dragging themselves over and holding each other up, the Senju breathing hard and covering a wound on his chest. Hashirama immediately went to his side to begin healing him as they both fell to their knees.

“Sakura-sama,” he swallowed, wincing. 

“Daichi, tell us what happened,” demanded Izuna. The Uchiha escort nodded, and bowed low to the ground in front of Madara.

“Madara-sama, please forgive me. I was assigned to protect Sakura-sama and yet I failed. I deserve whatever punishment you deem is fit for my incompetence,” 

Madara sighed. “It is not I who you should be apologizing to,” he said calmly. The bowing Uchiha visibly flinched.

“Daichi, please, tell us what happened. Why were they after Sakura?” Izuna asked once again.

“Shimura hired the Hagoromo to capture her,” answered the Senju. “They didn’t say why, but it seems they paid them a generous amount for her capture”

“We were not able to detect them until we were surrounded,” added the Uchiha.

“They separated us but Sakura-sama was able to hold them off on her own. She even managed to heal me long enough while Daichi-san covered for us,” Senju recalled in awe. 

“We heard you all scream. Please tell us, is Sakura-sama….?” the Senju asked softly, eyes pleading and hopeful.

“She’ll be fine. Tobirama brought her to the hospital, she is expected to make it,” confirmed Hashirama. Both escorts sighed in relief, their shoulders sagging. “Thank goodness,” whispered the Uchiha. Madara narrowed his eyes but said nothing. He then walked over towards the unconscious enemy shinobi, roughly grabbing him by the collar and driving a knee into his abdomen, causing the shinobi to wake up in a coughing fit.

“Why did the Shimura send you. What do they want with Sakura?” he demanded, shaking the shinobi. He sneered, showing bloody teeth and spitting to the side as he mocked Madara.

“What other reason would they need? You all basically rejected the clan into your village, and they do not take lightly to rejection. Word from the street is, the pink-haired whore has you all wrapped around her pretty little fingers. She has a hefty bounty on her head, and a lot of people want to get their hands on her, figuratively and literally,” he laughed maniacally.

Madara wasted no time in putting the shinobi under genjutsu with his Mangekyou sharingan, then slashing his throat with a kunai. Roughly, he tossed the body aside as it hit a tree and fell to the ground. 

“Sakura is to never set foot outside of Konoha from now on,” he growled.

“Now, now Madara, that’s a bit extreme. And knowing Sakura, she would not appreciate you making that decision for her,” Hashirama tried to reason.

“Did you not hear what he said! She has a bounty on her head because of us! We owe it to her to make sure that she is safe and protected, and we can only do that if she stays in the village!” he yelled, standing directly in front of Hashirama now.

Hashirama’s face hardened and gritted his teeth. “Of course I heard! Don’t think that I also would like nothing more than to keep Sakura safe, but you’re going about this all wrong!” he yelled back. The two escorts watched the two clan heads yell at each other, not wanting to interrupt as their chakra’s flared wildly.

Izuna placed his hands on both their shoulders. “Stop it, both of you. If Sakura was here right now she’d have punched you both across the field for talking about her like that. Right now, let’s focus on the fact that Sakura is alive. We will deal with the Shimura clan and Hagoromo clan later. I don’t know about you, but I’d much rather be by her side at this moment just in case she wakes up,” he said firmly.

Madara and Hashirama glared at each other but nodded in agreement. “Let’s go, to Sakura,”

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Tobirama clenched his jaw as Madara slammed his fist down on the table for the 10th time that day. They had been working together for the last hour, surprising both Hashirama and Izuna. The normally stoic Tobirama was agitated, and everyone can see that. Hashirama’s eyes softened as he watched his younger brother and his best friend finally working together, all for Sakura's sake.

Hashirama frowned. Watching Sakura getting stabbed had shaken them all. It’s been awhile since he’s felt that powerless; the last time was when he found out Itama died in the hands of the enemy. It felt odd to feel this way about someone other than family. Even when he didn't see her for days, she was all he could think about. Before he knew it, he had gotten attached to her, much like the other guys. Every time he saw her, he learned more about who Haruno Sakura was and he was never disappointed. He felt like he could never learn enough. How did it happen? How had she settled inside of him so deep that the thought of losing her made him utterly terrified. Hashirama gasped and suddenly stood up. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him with arched eyebrows.

“I think I might be in love with Sakura,” he whispered, his eyes catching Madara’s. Madara snorted and crossed his arms, smirking at his friend.

“Congratulations for stating the obvious. Now can we get back to figuring out how to deal with the problem?” he dismissed his friend. Hashirama’s jaw slackened and a cloud of gloom appeared on top of him as he hung his head.

“Madaraaaa,” he whined. Tobirama scoffed while Izuna giggled.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be the last to figure it out,” Izuna quipped.

“I did,” Tobirama said firmly, causing Hashirama to hang his head again. After a moment he looked back up towards the other guys and smiled softly. 

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Groaning, Sakura blinked her eyes open, wincing at the bright lights shining above her. 

“Sakura!” Sakura slowly turned her head towards the familiar voices, smiling weakly when she saw Kagura, Touka and Mito beside her.

“Don’t scare us like that,” Touka whined, her brows creased. Kagura and Mito nodded.

“Sorry guys. Next time I plan to get ambushed and stabbed, I’ll give you a little warning,” she teased, her lips tilting to a smirk. They all let out a chuckle as the tension in the air lifted. Suddenly, Sakura remembered her escorts. 

“Is Ryu-san and Daichi-san okay?” she asked worriedly. The last thing she remembered was getting separated from them after healing Ryu from a stab wound, and then collapsing from blood loss. Sakura hopes that her boys got there in time to help them.

“They’re fine. A little banged up but they’ll be good as new. They’ll be happy to know you’re finally awake. Especially them,” Kagura remarked with a smirk. Sakura tilted her head in question, which caused Kagura to smile even wider with her eyes closed.

“I’ve never seen Hashi and Tobi so agitated before, not even when we fought in the war. You really scared them Sakura,” Touka said softly.

“Mhm. Madara and Izuna had been insufferable as well, Madara specially,” Kagura added. Sakura looked down at her hands while thinking about what they said. She can’t blame them since they practically witnessed her getting stabbed. That was the first time they’d seen her byakugou seal in action and it makes sense that they probably thought they witnessed her death. 

“They may be the pillars of Konoha, but you are the foundation that holds them together, you know. It’s no wonder they’re acting the way they are now with you being targeted,” Touka said. Sakura whipped her head up, eyes wide. 

“What did you say?” she asked softly.

“It seems that you’re being targeted by the Shimura clan,” Touka said in a growl.

“No, not that, the other part,” Sakura said, shaking her head.

“That they are the pillars of Konoha and you hold them together?” Touka arched an eyebrow at the pinkette.

      “You will be in despair, but you will persevere. You shall find a place within the four pillars”  

The words from the goddess echoed in her mind. Could that be what she meant? Find a place within the four pillars? Sakura thought it meant her finding a place within Konoha. Could it all be connected somehow, with her falling in love with the four of them and the goddesses' words? Sakura closed her eyes shut and hung her head. She vaguely the footsteps.

“Sakura,”

Sakura opened her eyes to Madara’s familiar voice, its low timbre caressing her skin like it normally does.

“Sakura, you’re awake, thank god,” Izuna strode in, engulfing her in a hug. Sakura couldn’t help the sigh of relief as she hugged Izuna back, burying her face in the crook of his neck and inhaling his familiar, masculine scent. 

Madara cleared his throat next to them. “Izuna, let Sakura breathe,” he grumbled. Sakura giggled and smiled up at him, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. Madara’s face softened and smiled softly back at her. He traced her cheeks with the backs of his knuckles, the softness of his touch making her breath hitch. Another clearing of a throat had them turning their heads in that direction. Tobirama stood there on the other side of the bed, Hashirama next to him with a bouquet of flowers in hand. His face lit up when their eyes met. He placed the flowers in Tobirama’s hands as he practically swallowed Sakura into a hug. Sakura squealed as she fell backwards with Hashirama on top of her, but returned the hug with the same intensity. He nuzzled the crook of her neck, whispering to her ear about how she scared the living daylights out of him. She smiled into the hug, her eyes meeting Tobirama’s. 

Tobirama’s jaw clenched, his hold on the flowers tightening. Sakura noticed and lightly tapped Hashirama to let her go. Reluctantly, he released her and helped her back into a sitting position. She tilted her head with creased brows as she waited.

“Tobirama?” she says softly. He walked forward and placed the flowers on her lap, his free hand grabbing the back of her neck as he brought their foreheads together to touch. With a deep inhale, he moved his head to rest on top of her shoulders. Sakura’s body relaxed, her face softening as she felt Tobirama shudder out a breath. As if realizing he had an audience, he immediately stood back up and cleared his throat, looking off to the side as the other males looked at him with knowing gazes.

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That night, she dreamt about her original boys, the old team 7.

“Sakura-chan!” screeched a 12 year old Naruto She smiled and waved. 

“Naruto! Sasuke-kun!” she ran up to them and gave them a big hug. The second she had both boys in her arms, she began to cry, finally letting out the pent-up sorrow she’s been holding on to since their death.

“What’s gotten into you?” asked Sasuke, but he stayed still, his one hand rubbing her back. 

“I miss you guys,” she sniffled as she pulled back. The boys looked at each other before looking back at Sakura with soft smiles on their faces.

“I know, Sakura-chan, but you’re strong! You’ll be fine! Besides, you have them. They’ll take care of you,” Naruto said with a wide grin.

“T-them?!” she stumbled, her hands waving wildly in front of her. Sasuke scoffed and arched his eyebrows at her while Naruto laughed.

“They’re good for you, Sakura-chan. We’ve been watching and they seem to really care about you. It makes me feel better knowing you’re not alone,” he said. Sasuke nodded in agreement.

“You had to fall in love with someone that looks like me,” Sasuke grumbled, crossing his arms and looking off to the side. Sakura hugged Sasuke one more time, placing a kiss on his cheeks. She couldn’t help it, she had a thing for Sasuke and Sasuke-look alikes and their pouting faces. Sasuke blushed but didn’t push her away.

“Don’t be jealous, Sasuke-kun. Besides, you’ll alway be my first love,” she smiled softly at him. He looked back at her, his smile showing regret and longing as he caressed her cheeks.

“Thank you, Sakura,” he said softly. They were interrupted with a cough and a few gagging noises coming from the blonde.

“Are you guys done? Is this how it would’ve been if you two ended up together? Gross, all lovey dovey,” he mocked and gagged some more. Sakura glared at him but then frowned, his words sinking in. Naruto noticed and placed a hand on top of her shoulders.

“Don’t dwell on what could’ve been and the what if’s, Sakura-chan. Everything happens for a reason. You deserve to be happy and move on, we’ll be fine,” he said with a smile.

“Sakura, I…,” started Sasuke. Sakura’s eyes widened as she saw the both of them transforming to their older selves, looking exactly the same when she last saw them. She looked down at herself and found she also transformed.

“All I ever did was hurt you and made you cry. I didn’t deserve your love and forgiveness,” Sasuke began, bringing his hand up to cut her off when she was about to say something.

“I would’ve spent my whole life trying to make it up to you, but it still wouldn’t have been enough. I wouldn’t have been able to give you the love you deserved,” Sasuke stepped forward and held onto her hands. “But they can give you what I could not. They will make you happy,” Sasuke smiled, bringing his hands up and poking her forehead with his middle and pointer finger. Sakura covered her forehead, watching Sasuke with teary eyes.

“We’re so proud of you Sakura-chan,” added Naruto. Both boys stepped back and looked at her one last time before they began to disappear. Sakura began to panic, not wanting the time with her boys to end, but as they both looked at her with smiling faces, she couldn’t help but smile back, tears streaming down her face. She watched as they disappeared completely before everything went black.

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“I’m sorry Touka, I know you probably would rather spend time with Mito-sama,” Sakura apologized as they sat in the back of the newly opened restaurant.

“Don’t worry about it. I was actually kinda worried about you and I’m glad you asked us out for dinner,” she answered, Kagura nodding in agreement.

Soon their bottle of sake was delivered and Sakura wasted no time gulping down the first cup before she was refilling it again. Touka and Kagura looked at each other then back to the  pinkette.

“I have a…weird question,” Sakura began, fidgeting with the cup in her hands. They stayed silent, waiting for her to gather her thoughts.

“Is it possible to love four men at the same time?” she said softly, biting her lips.

Both women stared at her with wide eyes, Touka’s mouth hanging open. Sakura winced and poured herself more sake.

“I’m glad you finally realize your own feelings,” Kagura said. 

“I knew you had feelings for them. But love? Oh this calls for a toast!” Touka exclaimed, already refilling their cups.

“Wait, I didn’t even say it was about me!” Sakura squeaked. They looked at her with arched eyebrows.

“Sakura, dear. We are not blind,” Kagura chuckled. 

“So, what brought this revelation on?” Touka asked as she began eating the food that was settled in front of them. 

“I realized my feelings when I thought Mito-sama was going to marry Hashirama,” she said sheepishly. Touka hummed.

“It got me thinking about how I seem to have started liking him as more than a friend, along with Tobirama, Izuna, and Madara,” she began. “I also…kissed all of them?” she confessed softly, grimacing when her friends began to ask her questions.

“It was a matter of time. The tension between the four of you was suffocating at times,” Touka said. 

“Did you not see how relieved they were when she woke up at the hospital?” Kagura asked, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“I did notice my cousins watching you a lot more lately. You should see the way they glare at other men looking at you when you’re not paying attention,” Touka laughs.

Sakura sighed. So what Sarutobi said to her the other night was correct, how everyone else around them can clearly see what’s happening between them.

“Neh, I’ve been meaning to ask this, but you’re not innocent are you, Sakura?” Kagura inquired.

“No, I am not,” she said with a soft sigh. Kagura and Touka hummed.

“Sakura, being a kunoichi, I must ask,” Touka trailed off. Sakura tensed at the implication and shook her head.

“It was with a friend. We were both grieving and used each other as a way to...cope,” she tried to explain. “We stopped after a while,” she said with a sad smile. Sakura took the entire bottle of sake and drank from it.

“Whoah there, you should slow down, and possibly order us another bottle if you’re going to drink that all by yourself,” Kagura chuckled.

“I've also been having an issue,” she pouted. She drank enough sake to lower her inhibitions and let her tongue loose. Plus, she really missed having girl talk with her friends.

“It’s been so long since the last time I did it, that I’ve been so frustrated. It makes it so hard to concentrate on other things, especially when I’m around them,” she groaned. Touka and Kagura laughed at her confession.

“Then why not take out your frustrations on one of them? I’m sure they’re willing,” Kagura said with a wry smile.

“That’s what Sarutobi said,” she grumbled. Sakura’s blush deepened even more as she stayed quiet, her lips thinning as her friends just looked at her with amused looks.

“Well, when that day ever comes, you owe it to us to tell us the juicy details,” Kagura said after a beat of silence. Touka coughed and shook her head.

“I’d rather not hear about what you do with my cousins,” she said with a grimace.

Sakura immediately sat up with wide eyes. “What do you mean when the day ever comes. It will never happen!” Sakura hissed, but then remembered all the things she’s done with the boys. She cursed softly.

“Why do you say that?” Touka asked.

Sakura just stared at them, her brows creased, a sad look in her eyes. “Because! I don’t think they’re the type to…share, and Izuna and Tobirama used to hate each other. And,” Sakura bit her lips as her friends just looked at her with knowing smirks. She was just trying to come up with excuses, and they know it.

Unbeknownst to them, the four males Sakura were talking about were sitting a couple of tables away from them, hidden behind a screen. 

They sat with contemplative looks on their faces. Madara crossed his arms and arched his brows at the Senju brothers sitting across from him. Tobirama glared but didn’t say anything. Izuna smirked as he took a sip of his drink while Hashirama looked off to the side, a light dusting of pink visible on his cheeks.

“Excuse me while I relieve myself,” says Kagura as she gets up and walks away, towards where the guys were seated. She passes by their table with a sidelong glance, a knowing smirk on her face. Tobirama and Madara glares at her, while Hashirama rubbed the back of his head with his eyes closed and Izuna looking anywhere but at her.

“Touka, is it wrong for me to…be in love with all four of them?” Sakura asks softly, the guys almost didn’t hear her.

“Hmm, well I wouldn’t say it’s wrong per se,” she begins. “But then again, I’m a girl about to marry a Princess, so who am I to judge?” she said with a grin.

“I’m scared,” her voice hitched but continued. “I can’t choose only one of them and cause a rift, but I,” she sipped more sake in one gulp. 

Toka hummed. “I think you’re right. You can’t just choose one of them, they’ll definitely go back to fighting each other if you did,” Sakura groans and finishes the last sip of her drink. She raised her hand hoping to ask for more but Touka stopped her.

“I think you’ve had enough for tonight, how about you drink some water,” she says but received a glare from the pinkette instead.

“There is another solution to your problem,” she began. Sakura arched an eyebrow.

“How about you choose none of them? You do have quite a bit of admirers in the village you know, but you never take notice since I’m sure you only have eyes on either Uchiha or Senju,” she says with a sparkle of mirth in her eyes. She laughed when Sakura looked at her incredulously.

“I don’t want to choose none of them either,” she whispered, biting her lips. Sakura rests her head on her folded arms, hiding her face. “God I’m a mess”

“There is another option,” piped in Kagura who just came back.

“What’s that?” Touka asks.

“Convince the guys to all have a relationship with you,” she said with a smirk. Sakura blushed a furious red.

Touka chuckled. “Sakura, you naughty little minx! It’s all over your face! You’ve already thought about it haven’t you!”

“What an adventurous girl,” commented Kagura.

Sakura groans and hides her face in her hands. Touka and Kagura continued to chuckle at the expense of their pink haired friend.

“Is it selfish of me to want all four of them at the same time?” she asked, pouting.

“You are the least selfish person I know of, Sakura,” Touka says. “It’s time for you to actually do something for yourself. You’re constantly healing and worrying about others and putting their needs first before yours, you’re allowed this selfishness.”

“But, I just don’t see it working. Besides, how would that look to other people, to the villagers!” she shrieked.

“It’s none of their business anyways,” Kagura commented. “Besides, since when did you care what they think?”

“You guys wouldn’t judge me for having a relationship with all of them?” she asked with teary eyes.

“You’re talking to the wrong people about that sort of thing,” Kagura chuckles.

“I guess so huh,” she says with a smile.

“Sakura, as long as you’re happy and Hashi and Tobi are happy, you guys are adults and can do whatever you want,” Touka says.

Sakura still didn’t look convinced. She sighed. 

“This calls for one last bottle of sake,” declared Kagura as the other girls nodded.

Meanwhile the guys at the other table sat in contemplative silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

An hour later, the three inebriated girls stumble out of the restaurant, giggling and hanging on to each other. The four guys looked at each other then stood up to follow after them. Once outside the restaurant, the guys found the girls being talked to by two civilian men. Both of them were smiling too widely at Sakura, one catching her by the elbow when she let go from holding on to Kagura and losing her balance, causing the four of them to let out some killing intent. Touka caught sight of them from the corner of her eye then waved. The two men also looked up and froze, looked at each other then excused themselves.

“What just happened?” asked Sakura, blinking a few times, losing her balance again causing her to grab onto Kagura.

“Your knights in shining *hiccup* armor *hiccup* that’s what,” she says with a chuckle.

“Sakura,” Madara called out, causing the pinkette to tense up. She gulped and stared at Kagura wide eyed, not wanting to turn around. Kagura just smirked at her and nodded, forcing Sakura to turn for her. Sakura found herself face to face with the four men she unabashedly talked about wanting to sleep with not too long ago with her friends. She visibly swallowed, and her breathing became shallow, while Kagura slightly shoved her towards them. 

Sakura stepped over her own feet and was about to fall when Tobirama caught her, his hand snaking around her waist. She barely heard Kagura and Touka excuse themselves as she was being held up by Tobirama. Sakura looked up, her eyes half lidded as she drank in the sight of Tobirama towering over her. Her hands could feel his muscled shoulder as she held onto him, absently squeezing to feel more of it. Tobirama’s jaw tensed. Just then, Izuna walked behind Sakura, communicating to Tobirama with his eyes and an arch of an eyebrow. Tobirama furrowed his brows and nodded stiffly, letting go of Sakura. Gently, Izuna replaced his own hands on her waist, making Sakura turn towards him. He softly smiled at her as he slowly leaned down until he was a breath away from her face. 

He closed the gap between them and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, nothing more than two lips touching but the soft gasp Sakura let out nearly undid him from the way his hold on her waist tightened. Sakura didn’t realize she was still holding on to Tobirama’s shoulders when she unknowingly tightened her grip on him as well and felt him place his own hands on top of it, gently removing her hands off him to place open mouthed kisses to her palms. Madara hummed, his head tilted slightly with an amused smirk, then turning to the side to look towards his best friend who was watching the scene in front of him with hooded eyes.

Madara cleared his throat.

“As much as I enjoy the show you guys are putting on, why not let us continue it somewhere a little more…private?” he exclaimed, still wearing an amused expression.

Sakura jolted, finally realizing the extent of what was happening to her, the alcohol in her system long metabolized and forgotten. She stepped away from both male with shaky steps, her eyes blinking rapidly. She was facing the four of them once again. Their gazes were burning with heat and she couldn’t help but shiver with anticipation.

“I..” she started but Hashirama walked forward, extending a hand towards her. She looked at his hands first, then up at Hashirama and then towards the other males, then back to Hashirama before she reluctantly placed her hands on top of his. With the brightest smile on his face, Hashirama pulled her towards him and carried her bridal style. She squeaked at the sudden movement and before she could protest, he turned towards the other males and nodded before disappearing. Tobirama let out an exasperated sigh while Izuna chuckled before they both followed after him. Madara smirked at the unexpected turn of events, his cock coming to life at the thought of what’s to come.

Hashirama body flickered with Sakura in his arms in one of the guest bedrooms inside the Hokage tower. He let her down slowly, purposefully pulling her closer to feel her body slide down against him. The fact that she thought about doing it with all four of them together, something he’s also thought about since they discussed the possibility, had him burning with needy anticipation. Sakura looked up and met Hashirama’s eyes, giving him a soft, shy smile. Hashirama’s jaw clenched and without thinking, threaded his hands into her soft pink tresses, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her in for a deep kiss. She instantly melted into his arms, her hands grabbing a hold of his yukata and pulling herself up to press her lips harder against his. Hashirama’s other hand circled her waist, trying to get her body as close as possible, the soft moan she let out after feeling his erection on her stomach almost made him come undone.

Just when he broke the kiss to start kissing her neck, a clearing of a throat got both of their attention. Sakura pushed him away to turn around, panicking about getting caught kissing the Hokage, but it was just Tobirama and Izuna, who were looking at her with desire in their eyes. Sakura bit her lips as her body grew warm, a sudden flare of heat making itself known in  her stomach then down to her core. She unconsciously shifted, trying to give herself some relief from the growing tension in between her legs, but the men caught the the movement and they moved together towards the pinkette. Hashirama held onto Sakura’s biceps, trapping her in place while Tobirama stood directly in front of her and Izuna a little off to the side, his head tilted and his eyes half lidded.

Tobirama gently held Sakura’s chin, tilting her head to look up at him, his thumb caressing her lower lip. Sakura’s breath quickened at the action and she couldn’t help but feel bold as she opened her mouth slightly, only to close it around his thumb, her green emerald eyes staring at his red rubies. All three of their eyes darkened and their nostrils flared at the action. Tobirama immediately pulled his hands back only to place it around her neck, his hold on her throat firm but gentle. He stepped a little to the side as Izuna stepped closer. Sakura’s eyes instantly met Izuna’s, his sharingan activated. His hands found the knot around her waist, slowly pulling it undone. Sakura’s breath began to quicken, her chest heaving from the charged anticipation she’s feeling with the three men surrounding her.

“Starting without me, tch” says a slightly annoyed Madara by the door. Both Izuna and Tobirama looked over their shoulders with their eyebrows raised while Hashirama smiled at his friend from behind Sakura.

“What took you so long my friend?” Hashirama asked, pulling Sakura closer to his body to feel the curve of her ass against his erection, earning him a soft gasp from the pinkette. He groaned at the contact.

“Someone had to make sure the seals were in place for the upcoming...activities” he drawled at the word. He walked over to the couch along the wall and sat, crossing his legs and spreading his arms out to rest on the back of the couch. “Please, continue what you were doing. I do quite enjoy the show,” he said in a commanding tone.

“Huh, didn’t peg you for a voyeur brother,” Izuna huffed amusingly, his hands already back on the front of Sakura’s yukata. Slowly, he pulled it apart, Hashirama helping to remove the garment by pulling it off her shoulders and letting it pool around her ankles. Sakura closed her eyes and leaned back, her mouth slightly opening as Tobirama tightened his grip around her neck the second she was exposed. She heard a quiet groan from afar, and she couldn’t help but open her eyes to see Madara’s activated sharingan looking her over.

The four men took a moment to admire the pinkette, her skin flushing at the attention she was getting. Her skin was covered in goosebumps from the sudden exposure and her nipples were hard and aching to be touched. She was so aroused just from the look in their eyes, she can’t imagine how she would survive if they touched her. The second she locked eyes with Madara, she let out a small whimper and that’s when they moved. Tobirama grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, while Hashirama grabbed hold of her breasts from behind, squeezing and playing with her nipples, causing her to involuntarily moan into the kiss. Meanwhile, Izuna went down on his knees, kissing the inside of her thighs, urging her to open her legs wider. Slowly, he lifted one leg over his shoulder as he kissed his way to her core. With his sharingan activated, he could  clearly see her core dripping with her juices. One of her hands tried to cover herself but Izuna was faster as he grabbed a hold of her wrist and he looked up at her.

“Don’t,” was all he growled before he dove right in, his tongue lapping up her juices. The second his mouth made contact with her core, she let out a guttural moan, her legs shaking from the pleasure. Izuna tightened his hold on her legs as she shook, lapping up her juices while some of it dripped down his chin. Tobirama stepped back to undress, watching intensely at the way the Uchiha ate her out. He trailed his gaze up her body, seeing the muscle on her abdomen contract as she rode Izuna’s face, and up to where Hashirama’s hands pinched at her nipples. Briefly he looked up and saw Hashirama watching him with a smirk on his face as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of Sakura’s neck. Tobirama groaned as he palmed himself, his gaze moving to Sakura’s face. Slowly, he gave himself a stroke and his breathing became ragged. “Sakura,” he groaned, and she slowly opened her eyes to meet his. He saw her eyes flash with lust as it trailed down his body, smirking at her appreciative gaze.

“You like what you see,” he heard Hashirama whisper near her ear as she absently nodded. Izuna stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and looked over his shoulder towards Tobirama. They briefly made eye contact before Tobirama stalked forward and urged for her to wrap her hands around his neck as he hooked his arms under her knees to carry her. She gasped  when she felt his skin against hers. Hashirama stepped back, letting his little brother carry her towards the table and settling her down over the edge.

Madara was breathing hard, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white. He could see everything with his sharingan. He couldn’t stop himself from stroking his aching hard-on through his clothes. He stood up to start undressing  as he watched the younger Senju carry her towards the table. Once he was fully naked, he sat back down, content on just watching for now. 

Tobirama sat Sakura down on the desk and gently pushed her on her back. The moon was casting a glow on her naked skin, her pink hair creating a halo around her. He will never get tired of seeing her under the moonlight. Placing a hand down on the table, his other hand began to caress a trail up her inner thighs. Sakura unconsciously opened her legs wider, never once breaking eye contact with Tobirama. She gasped when he suddenly cupped her core, his palm pressing against her entire pussy. She arched her back and tried to grind her hips to feel more friction, but Tobirama lightly slapped her throbbing clit.

“Oh my god,” she gasped, her hands holding on to the sides of the table so hard it cracked.

“You like that?” Tobirama growled, as he did it again. Sakura cried out. Tobirama cursed as he lined himself up and pushed himself inside her in one hard thrust. He couldn’t wait anymore and knowing that this wasn’t her first time, Tobirama let himself go, slamming his hips as deep as it can go, groaning and grunting as her walls continued to tighten and flutter around his cock as he fucked her. He set a fast pace, the sound of their skin slapping against each other and Sakura’s moans the only thing that could be heard. With his one hand, he circled her bundle of nerves while bottoming out, and Sakura cried out as her orgasm hit her. Tobirama cursed when he suddenly came, the feeling of finally burying himself deep into Sakura and her milking him too much for him to handle. When he felt a presence behind him, he pulled out of Sakura and chuckled breathlessly when she groaned at the sudden loss.

Sakura blinked her eyes open to find Hashirama settling between her legs. She smiled softly at him as he bent down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. Hashirama hooked one of his hands under her knees as he used his other hand to align himself to her core. In one swift thrust, he entered her with a groan and Sakura couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling of being full once more. Hashirama set a rhythm that had her seeing stars as he kept hitting a spot deep inside her that felt so good she couldn’t hold back her moans even if she wanted to. Good thing Madara was smart enough to seal the room, otherwise she had no doubt that people would hear her screaming.

She opened her eyes when she felt a finger tracing her lips and she turned her head to the side to see Izuna looking at her with half lidded eyes. She made an appreciative hum as her eyes trailed down his body, unconsciously licking her lips as she saw his hard-on in front of her face. Without hesitation, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, squeezing until pre-cum formed at the tip. Izuna hissed and threw his head back, the fingers that were tracing her lips now placed behind her neck. Sakura happily obliged, pulling herself up to engulf his cock into her mouth. She vaguely heard Tobirama and Madara curse, but all she could focus on was the feel of Izuna’s cock in her mouth and the way she was getting fucked by Hashirama. He slammed into her particularly hard, causing her to let out a deep throated moan.

“Fuck,” Izuna cursed as he held Sakura’s head in place, his cock hitting the back of her throat. He came inside her mouth, his hips bucking forward and cumming down her throat. Sakura did her best to swallow it all, but it was just too much and soon cum and drool were spilling down her chin. She let go with a pop after he was done, screaming as she felt Hashirama pinch the sensitive bundle of nerves of her clit. 

“Shit, so tight,” she heard Hashirama curse as he slammed into her one last time before spilling his seed inside of her. They were all breathing hard, taking in the moment until they turned to look towards Madara, who had gotten up from the couch and is now making his way over. Hashirama pulled out and smirked at his friend, while Izuna moved to the size, also a smirk on his face.

Sakura watched with half lidded eyes, her whole body heating at Madara’s intense stare. She bit her lips and whimpered at the sight of him, his muscles flexing with every step, causing a twinge low in her stomach and heating up her skin all over again. Once he was in between her legs, he smiled wickedly, his eyes glowing bright red. 

“You look so beautiful like this, Sa-ku-ra,”  he growled. He pulled Sakura off the table by the waist and spun her around, one of his large hands pressing down on her upper back so she was bent over the table. His lips moved to her ear, whispering “Did you save the best for last, Sa-ku-ra ?” Sakura shivered with desire. His breath touched only her ear, but she swore she could feel it all across her entire body. Her ass and sex were on full display for all of them and Madara gripped her cheeks hard before he lined himself to her core and slammed into her in one motion. Sakura screamed his name as he fucked her hard and fast, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. Madara fucked her without holding back, pounding into Sakura that had her going up her toes with the force of his thrusts. Madara grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her hair back, his other hand wrapping around her throat.

“You’ve been so good, taking all of our cocks,” he groaned in her ear. “Such. A. Good. Girl,” he grunts, each word punctuated by a hard thrust, causing Sakura to cry out in pleasure. His voice is low and deep and his words just pushed her closer and closer to the edge. He drew himself back and then slammed into her hard enough that sent her flying right into an orgasm. Sakura could feel him coming apart as well, his cock pulsing inside her as Sakura opened her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure. They take a moment to catch their breath. She groaned when she felt Madara pull out. She was too tired to move, staying bent over a dripping, shaky mess, using the table to support her. She could feel the heat of their gazes on her as she could just imagine the view they’re seeing. She felt a finger trace her spine, starting from her lower back and making its way up her nape.

“Sakura,” she recognized Tobirama’s voice.

“Don’t tell me you’re already tired?” teased Izuna from the other side. She turned her head towards his voice and scoffed, glaring at him half-heartedly. She hissed when she saw his cock was hard again. She pushed herself up and turned around, swallowing as she saw them surrounding her, their cocks already starting to harden with every second they watched her.

“The night's still young,” said Madara with an amused smirk.

Hashirama chuckled lowly, his hand slowly stroking his shaft. “Indeed it is my friend,” he said as he stalked forward, eyes dark and heated.

Sakura swallowed. She was in for a long night, and she was looking forward to it.

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Sakura slowly came to her senses, blinking her eyes open and groaning at the onslaught of muscle soreness as she laid on her back. It took a while for her to get her bearings before the memory of last night had her sitting up quickly and blushing that her entire body turned red. She looked down at herself and saw the various love bites on her body in different shades. She bit her lips as she lifted the blanket and saw more, slamming it back down quickly as the blush deepend. With a sigh, she got off of bed towards the bathroom. Her eyes widened. The water had already been set up for her, and rose petals of red and pink were strewn all over the floor and some in the tub. She walked over to place her hand in the tub, testing the temperature.

“You’re finally up,”

Sakura jolted and turned around, her hands automatically trying to cover herself. Madara smirked, his eyebrows raising as his eyes roamed her body and settled on her hands covering her private parts.

“A little late to be modest, don’t you think?” he asked, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms in front of his chest. His eyes still held amusement but began to turn heated and dark the longer his gaze roamed her body. He let out an appreciative growl at the marks on her skin, the pleasures from the night before still fresh in his mind. Already he can feel himself getting excited.

Sakura scoffed and pouted. “Force of habit. Did you set this up for me?” she asked him, letting her hands finally drop and giving him a full frontal view of her naked body. She fought the urge to smile as she heard him hiss and audibly swallow, his jaws clenching and his nostrils flaring. He switched his attention to the tub, making his way forward and dipping his hands into the water. 

“Is the temperature not to your liking? Give me a moment and I can make it warmer,” he offered. Sakura giggled and stood up on her tiptoes to give him a light peck on the cheeks before walking past him and settling down inside the tub, letting out the biggest sigh of relief.

Madara was content just watching the pinkette relax, her head resting on the edge of the tub. After a few moments, he settled himself behind her, sitting on the given stool and placed his hands on her shoulders. She peeked one eye open questioningly at him but he just waved her off to continue relaxing. He then began to knead her shoulders, his hands massaging out the tight knot of muscles. She groaned and relaxed even more, her head lolling forward to give him more access. Madara huffed amusedly at her reaction.

He continued to massage her shoulders, smirking whenever she would groan and sigh. His hands slowly began to inch closer to her front, his fingers skimming her collarbones. He could clearly see the marks he and the other guys left on her skin, tracing it with his fingers. Sakura turned her head, her eyes turning half lidded. Their lips met in a languid kiss, their tongues moving together slowly. Sakura readjusted herself so she was facing Madara, her hands cupping his cheek as the kiss deepened.

A clearing of a throat stopped them. 

“Should've known I’d find you in here Madara,” 

“Hashirama, if you interrupt me one more time, I will start to do something about it,” he growled, glaring at his friend. Hashirama smiled, his eyes redirecting towards Sakura. Sakura blushed at the way he was looking at her.

“G-good morning,” she said shyly, her lips upturned into a small smile. Hashirama tilted his head, his eyes roaming her upper body that was exposed. He walked forward, forcing her to look up at him from the tub. He traced the back of his knuckles down her cheeks, his eyes searching her face.

“How are you feeling? We…” he paused, his eyes catching Madara’s for a second before turning back to look at her. “I hope we weren’t too rough with you,” he said softly with an apologetic look on his face. Sakura blinked and then giggled, catching his hand with hers and intertwining their fingers together. She shook her head.

“I’m fine Hashirama, nothing I couldn’t handle. Besides, I’m a shinobi, I can handle rough,” she said playfully, earning her a groan from both males.

“You’re such a tease woman,” Madara said roughly, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the edge of the tub. He watched as Hashirama bent down to give Sakura a kiss. His sharingan came to life, his nostrils flaring as he saw the way Sakura’s pulse quickened and the droplets of water cascading down her skin. Hashirama broke the kiss too soon, scoffing as Hashirama shot him an apologetic look.

“As much as I’d love to stay and continue, we actually have a meeting. It’s why I came to find you Madara,” he said as he straightened back to standing. Madara tsked and crossed his arms.

“I don’t see the need for me to attend if you’re there,” he whined. Sakura tried to hide her smile, biting her lips at the way Madara almost pouted. Hashirama sighed.

“Yes Madara, you definitely need to be there as the second Hokage,”

“Fine,” he grumbled as he stood up. They both turned to look at Sakura one last time, both taking her in with hungry gazes. She shivered as she could almost physically feel the way their eyes roamed her skin, leaving behind goosebumps.

“Go you two, before they come here and start looking for you both,’ she shooed them off, covering her chest so that they stop getting distracted. Soon, Sakura found herself alone and she could relax once more.

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Sakura was only home for a few minutes when there was a furious knocking on her door. As soon as she opened it, her two girlfriends barged in with the biggest smiles on their faces.

“W-what–” she couldn’t finish her sentence as she was pulled towards her living room. Touka began the preparations for tea, while Kagura sat Sakura down.

“W-wait, I can do that,” she began to offer but Touka just waved her off. They have visited her house enough times to know their way around. As soon as the tea was set in front of them, they both looked at Sakura with gleaming eyes. Sakura blushed and bit her lips, avoiding eye contact.

“So, did you tell them?” Touka asked.

“Tell them what?”

“That you are in love with them?”

“N-no, I did not,” she said softly, biting her lips. Kagura chuckled.

“Touka, dear, I don’t think they did any talking last night,” she said with the biggest grin on her face. Sakura’s face reddened instantly, as well as Touka’s.

“I really did not need that image of you and my cousins,” she said with a grimace. Kagura chuckled again, sipping her tea. Sakura blushed, not saying anything.

‘So what now?” asked Kagura.

“Can you two keep it a secret for now?” Sakura asked. The girls tilted their heads.

“It’s just that, I’m not too sure myself what this all means. I still haven’t told them my feelings and I don’t want people to know until it’s all figured out,”

“Got it,”

“Understood,”

Sakura smiled at them and they continued to have their tea.

A couple hours after her friends left, Sakura sighed. She has a shift that night at the hospital. As she began to get ready, she heard the soft knock on her door. Her eyes widened in surprise when she came face to face with Izuna.

“Sakura!” his face beamed. She couldn’t help but smile back at him as she stepped aside to let him inside. He walked in, turned her around and kissed her against the door as soon as it was closed. Sakura gasped into the kiss as her back hit the door, her hand automatically wrapping around Izunas neck, his own hands holding on to her waist. After a moment, he pulled back and smiled down at her.

“I came as soon as I was free,” he smiled softly, his hand resting on her cheeks. She leaned into his touch and smiled back, her heart soaring at the way he looked at her. “How are you feeling?”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told your brother and Hashirama,” she began, rolling her eyes, “I am fine. A little sore, but nothing I can’t handle,” she giggled as Izuna groaned.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her softly, his mouth moving expertly against her own. They kissed for what seemed like hours, their mouths moving against each other. Sakura’s heart was beating hard at the way Izuna was kissing her, as if he was trying to convey his feelings towards her in that one kiss. She pulled back and stared into his eyes.

“I love you,” the words left her lips before she could even think about it. Both their eyes widened. 

“W-what did you say?” he asked softly. Sakura sighed and bit her lips, taking his hands in hers. 

“I’ve fallen in love with you,” she repeated, watching his face light up. She squeezed his hands. “But I’ve also fallen in love with your brother, and Hashirama and Tobirama. And I know that sounds ridiculous but it’s true. You probably think I’m crazy and that I’m that type of woman that sleeps around but that’s not it at all, I..” Izuna grabbed her face with both hands and silenced her rambling with a kiss.

“I love you too, Sakura,” he said. Her brows creased.

“Did you not hear what I said?” she asked. He chuckled softly, tucking her hair behind her ears.

“I heard you. And I already know you love them too, all of us. I don’t doubt that for a second,” he said firmly. “Besides, we’ve already talked about it, you being with all of us,” 

“I figured you guys did after Madara let it slip. I still can’t wrap my head around it,” she said, shaking her head lightly. “When did you guys even have time to discuss about sharing me?” she looked at him questioningly.

“When, uh, you gave a tour to Sarutobi and Hatake,” he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “That was when the idea was brought up, but we didn’t really discuss anything until after my spar with Tobirama and we caught you, uh, distracted,” he finished, smiling at her with his eyes closed. 

Sakura blushed a deep red and covered her face. “Please let’s just forget about that. I can’t believe I let my imagination run wild that day to the point you two caught me,” 

Izuna smiled and pulled her hands away from her face, guiding them to wrap around his neck once more. He stepped closer and tilted his head.

“I’m curious, what were you imagining?” he asked with a teasing look on his face. Sakura looked to the side as she answered softly.

“Being sandwiched by you and Tobirama,” she bit her lips, her blush deepening as she recalled the fantasy. She heard Izuna groan and she found herself being pushed back against the door once more, her legs being lifted off the floor and automatically wrapping around his waist. Izuna kissed her roughly, his tongue instantly pushing into the cavern of her mouth and pressing his body against hers. Sakura kissed him back with the same intensity, her hands threading through his hair and pulling him in even closer to her. Izuna started to ground himself against her core, his erection growing with every passing second. 

“Oh, hnnnn,” Sakura moaned, breaking the kiss to tilt her head back. Izuna began to trail kisses down her jaw, her neck and her collarbone. Sakura pulled his hair to get him to look back up at her, smiling coyly when he groaned at the action. 

“I have to be at the hospital in 20 minutes,” she panted, looking at him apologetically. 

“Well then we better get started,” he smirked, readjusting his hold on her and teleporting to her room. Sakura squealed as he set her down on the futon and laughed when he eagerly undressed the both of them. When he was settled on top of her, his hands on either side of her face, she reached up to caress his cheeks. Her face softened as he closed his eyes to her touch.

“I love you Izuna,” she whispered. His eyes blinked open, the sharingan activated as he smiled lovingly down at her and swooped down for a deep kiss. His hand began to trace her curves, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples as they kissed. She moaned and arched her back, loving the way he was being so gentle with her. His hands continued to caress down her body as her legs widened on their own. She felt him smile against her lips. Izuna hissed when his fingers brushed against her core.

“You’re so wet Sakura,” he whispered to her. Sakura moaned as he inserted one long finger inside of her, hitting just the right spot as he curved his finger into a “come here” motion.

“Oh, hngh, I-izuna,” she whined. He was kissing the crook of her neck as he continued to finger her core, adding in a second finger. Sakura arched her back and tried to grind her hips in time with his ministrations, but Izuna hooked his arm under one of her knees and placed it on his shoulder, leaving her no room to maneuver. He added a third finger and began to speed up. Sakura moaned louder, not caring about the sounds she was making or the wet squelching noises coming from his fingers and her core. 

“Izuna!” she begged, her breathing coming out in shallow gasps. She was close but he was purposely teasing her to the brink and not letting her go over the edge. 

“I love the way you say my name,” he growled. “Tell me what you want, Sakura,” he demanded, slowing down his pace once more when she was about to cum. Sakura gritted her teeth and squeezed his biceps.

“I need to feel you inside me, now,” she demanded. Izuna smiled and removed his fingers from her dripping core, a string of her juices connected to his fingers. He used it as lubrication, rubbing it on his aching erection before he aligned himself against her. In one swift motion, he impaled himself in her wet core, the both of them groaning at the contact. He wasted no time in setting a rhythm. With her legs still on his shoulders, he pushed forward, hissing as he felt himself go even deeper inside her.

Sakura couldn’t hold back her moans. The position Izuna had her in made it so he was hitting just the right spot with every deep thrust. It wasn’t long before she was screaming his name, her core contracting and squeezing around his cock that's buried deep inside her. Izuna cursed and had to grab onto her waist to hold her down as she convulsed and rode out her orgasm. He increased his speed as he too felt really close to his own orgasm, pounding erratically into her until that one last thrust that did him in. He shook from the aftershock, his cock still convulsing and shooting out his seeds inside of her. He collapsed on top of Sakura, careful not to crush her as they stayed like that as they both tried to catch their breath. 

After a few moments, Izuna felt Sakura tap his shoulders, urging him to get up. He leaned back on his heels and was rewarded with the sight of Sakura’s core dripping with his seed spilling out of her. His sharingan activated on their own, his half-hard cock becoming erect once more. Sakura saw where he was looking and squealed, making a move to close her legs and cover herself but Izuna was faster as he placed his hands on top of her knees to stop her in her tracks. 

“S-stop staring! That’s so embarrassing,” she whined, her face red from their intercourse and from her embarrassment. Sakura can feel his seed leaking out of her every time she squeezed, and heard Izuna’s breath hitch when it happened. Very slowly, he removed one hand off her knees and used two fingers to scoop his dripping cum out of her core and spread it around her clitoris. Sakura jolted as she was still very sensitive from her orgasm. Izuna growled and increased the pressure of his fingers, rubbing the bundle of nerves of her pussy and using his cum as lubricant. 

“Izuna!” she gasped, closing her eyes as she was hit with so much pleasure. With a growl, Izuna turned her around and pulled her bottom off the ground. Without any warning, he thrusted inside her again and began to pound into her roughly. All Sakura could do was take it, her hands collapsing under her so that the side of her face was on the futon. In her peripheral vision, she caught Izuna’s sharingan blazed eyes, his brows creased in concentration as he pounded into her mercilessly.  

“Kuso, kuso, kuso’ he cursed in time with his thrusts. He knew he was being too rough, but he couldn’t help himself, the sight of Sakura being filled with his seed and possibly bearing him a child made him lose all sense of control. Even now, with her round bottom on full display in front of him, he couldn't help himself from rubbing one firm cheek and giving it a good spanking. Sakura flinched and gasped and he cursed even more as he felt her convulse around him, her orgasm hitting her like a truck and milking him for all he’s worth. He held on to her waist, not stopping his hard thrusts as she continued to ride her orgasm. Soon, he was at his limit as he felt himself spill out even more cum inside her. He pushed in as deep as he could go while he came, wanting to fill her to the brim. They both collapsed forward in a sweaty heap, their breathing hard and ragged.

They stayed like that until both of their breathing was back to normal. Izuna pulled out of her and Sakura groaned at the feeling. She turned on her back and glared teasingly at Izuna from her lying down position. 

“Now I’m going to be late,” she remarked. Izuna smiled sheepishly at her as he held out his hand to help her up, both giggling and smiling at each other.

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Sakura rolled her shoulders back, tilting her head to the side to stretch the growing tension in her muscles. She hissed when she felt the familiar ache all over her body. A small blush crept up on her neck. She smiled softly, her fingers on her lips as she recalled her very rough and intimate moment with Izuna.

“What are you thinking about, Sa-ku-ra”

Sakura jolted in her seat. She turned around to come face to face with Madara, a knowing smirk on his face. Her blush deepened at having been caught once again daydreaming about inappropriate things. His eyes briefly looked down to her lips then back up to look into her eyes. It gleamed with fond amusement as he leaned in slowly to place a soft kiss on her lips. Her eyes fluttered close, leaning into the kiss. She felt him pull back slightly as both their eyes fluttered open to stare deeply into each other before going back to kissing, their heads tilting in opposite directions to deepen the kiss. It was a gentle and languid kiss and Sakura couldn’t help the hum of contentment from escaping her as Madara’s tongue swept over the cavern of her mouth. All too soon, Madara was pulling back and broke the kiss, smirking when Sakura made a small whining noise as she opened her eyes and pouted up at him. His one hand cupped the side of her neck as his thumb caressed her pouty lips. His eyes darted down to her collarbone, his hands slowly sliding down to push her yukata aside to reveal her skin. Sakura saw the flash of heat in his gaze as he stared back up at her.

“You’ve been busy,” he smirked, chuckling as Sakura blushed and covered the spot he was looking at. Madara stood up to his full height and smiled down at her. “Still acting shy after everything?” he teased. 

“Mouuu,” Sakura pouted again, her lips pressed together in a thin line. 

Madara cleared his throat before he held up his other hand holding a bag in front of Sakura. Blinking, she looked at the bag then back up to Madara, surprised to see him blushing, his face turned away as he waited for her to take it. When she didn’t, he creased his brows and turned back to look at her before he set the bag down on her lap.

“What is it,” she asked as she began to open it and rummage inside.

“I assumed you haven’t eaten yet,” he said softly, watching her eyes widen as she saw the contents inside the bag. 

“You got me my favorites,” she looked back up at him with the biggest smile on her face, causing the Uchiha clan head to splutter and blush profusely. Sakura bit her lips, feeling like her heart would explode from witnessing this new side of him. She had to admit, she didn’t think she would fall in love with Madara, of all people, after her experience with him in her old time, but after getting to know him and seeing him in a different light, she found that he was just a normal man. If anything, after getting to know him, she couldn’t help but love him even more. He’s protective and very loyal to the people he cares about. She can feel the love through his actions, at the way his face softens when he speaks of Izuna, and the way she would catch him watching her from across the room when he thought she wasn’t aware. She wanted to cherish him and make sure he does not end up becoming the monster she knows he can be. 

When Madara got his blush under control, he looked back at the pinkette, his eyebrows arching as she just continued to stare at him. She shook her head slightly and brought out the pack of dango from the bag. 

“You even remembered my favorite dessert,” she smiled.

“Tch, how could I forget. The first time you ate that in front of me, you made such an enticing noise. That was the first time I wished I could switch places with the blasted dessert,” he chuckled. Sakura giggled at his confession. 

“I shall take my leave. I wouldn't want to take up any more of your time, otherwise you’ll be staying longer than necessary, am I correct?” Sakura nodded, smiling sheepishly at him. 

“Don’t overwork yourself too hard, and make sure you eat,” he said, gesturing to the bag. Sakura nodded. Madara turned and began walking towards her window but stopped when she called out to him.

“Madara,” she said. He looked over his shoulders with an arched eyebrow.

“I love you,” she said softly, her face softening as she said it. Madara’s eyes widened before he turned and walked back to where she was standing in two strides, gently grabbing her face in between his hands so that she couldn’t look away from his intense gaze.

“Could you repeat that,” he whispered, his eyes boring into hers. She smiled softly and covered his hands with her own.

“I love you,” she repeated. Madara’s eyes bled red, his sharingan activating as his pulse quickened and he took a deep breath.

“One more time,” he whispered again, leaning back a little so he could see her entire face. She blushed but complied.

“I love you, Madara Uchiha,” she smiled. He hissed, his sharingan spinning as he recorded that moment in his memory forever before he covered her mouth in a bruising kiss, his one hand cupping the back of her neck and the other snaking around her waist so that he could pull her flush against his body. 

“You have no idea,” he growled, biting her bottom lip, “how much” he began to trail kisses down her jaw, “I’ve longed to hear you,” he lapped at her neck and trailed up to her earlobes, “say those words,” he finished by blowing lightly to her ear, causing the pinkette to shudder. She placed her palms flat against his chest to push him back so she could look at him.

“I spoke with your brother,” she began. Madara scoffed playfully.

“So that’s who you’ve been busy with,” he gestured to the mark on her collarbone. She playfully slapped his chest, rolling her eyes.

“I want to hear it from you too. Is it true that you all have come to an..agreement about me?” 

Madara chuckled breathlessly, pulling her waist towards his own and making her feel his growing erection. Sakura hissed, causing the Uchiha to smirk.

“You think I would allow the others to fuck you in front of me if I wasn’t okay with it?” he said, his voice raspy with his growing desire. Sakura swallowed. She looked down to her hands on his chest.

“You didn’t say it back,” she whispered softly, averting her gaze. She didn’t see the way his eyes softened and the soft smile on his face. Letting go of her waist to clasp the hand on his chest, his other hand tilting her chin up to make her look at him, Madara stared deeply into her eyes.

“Sakura Haruno, you have stolen my heart and you now hold it in the palm of your hand,” he squeezed the hand on her chest to emphasize his confession. Sakura’s breath hitched at the love shining in his eyes. She pulled on the front of his yukata and kissed him hungrily, maneuvering them both so that she could push Madara down to her chair. Madara smirked into the kiss, letting the pinkette guide him, groaning when she climbed on top of his lap as their kiss turned more heated.

*knock knock* “Sakura-sama, I have the reports you asked for,” came a muffled voice. Sakura groaned and broke the kiss, glaring at the closed door.

“Shimizu, do not bother me for the next hour. Tell the others! If I so much as hear a knock on my door before the hour is up, I will make all of you do bedpan duty for an entire month, got it?” 

“H-Hai!” she heard the poor medic scramble away from the door in hurried footsteps. She scoffed and looked back down when she heard Madara chuckling and watching her with mirth in his eyes.

“What?” she huffed.

“Nothing, I’m just glad there won’t be any interruptions for the next hour,” he answered, looking up at her with a mischievous smile on his face. Sakura smiled slowly at him, her eyes gleaming. She went back to kissing him, grabbing his hands to place it on the armrests of the chair. 

“Make sure these stay here,” she said against his lips before biting down on his lower lip. Madara groaned, his hands clenching and holding on to the armrests tightly. 

“I make no promises,” he growled, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as Sakura kissed her way down to his jaw, her hands untying the knot of his dark blue yukata and opening it to expose his chest. She placed both hands on his skin, humming softly as she raked her nails down his chiseled abdomen. She smiled when he cursed softly, continuing to kiss her way down his body and taking a nipple in her mouth. Madara hissed, his eyes opening to watch her, his sharingan activated. He placed a hand on her head, causing the pinkette to stop and look up at him.

“First warning. If you want me to keep going, you know what to do,” she drawled, her lips turning up into a coy smile. Madara clenched his teeth, placing his hand back on the armrest. She hummed and went back to kissing his chest. Her hands began to wander lower, feeling the outline of his erection through his undergarment. 

“Kuso,” he cursed as she squeezed his length. Sakura continued her torture, kissing a path down his abdomen while her hands pulled down his undergarment. Madara’s breathing was ragged, his eyes half lidded as he watched her come face to face with his member. He scooted forward to help her remove the rest of his clothes, his erection springing free. Sakura eyed it with lustful eyes, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Madara’s erection twitched at the sight. She looked up at him with a smile on her face, and he had never been more in love at that moment. 

“My second favorite dessert,” she teased before taking a hold of his cock and licking the side of it, starting from the bottom all the way to the top like she was licking a melting ice cream off its cone. Madara let out a deep groan as he felt Sakura’s wet tongue glide along his shaft. She set a slow, torturous pace, only just licking but never fully putting his cock in her mouth. When he felt her tongue lick his balls, he jolted off the seat.

“Sakura,” he ground out through clenched teeth, his knuckles turning white against the armrests. Sakura decided to stop torturing him and opened her mouth, getting as much of his length in as possible until she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. She heard Madara moan, urging her on. She began to bob her head up and down, making sure to relax her throat so that she could get deeper each time, loving the way Madara seemed to lose control and began to moan and curse repeatedly each time she sucked him hard. 

Madara was in absolute heaven. He fought the urge to release the armrest and hold down her head on his cock, wanting to thrust his hips into her mouth until he came. He knew she would act out on her warning and stop, possibly giving him the biggest blue balls of his life if she did. So he entertained her, keeping his hands where they are as she had her way with him. He growled when she sucked even harder, the armrests breaking off the chair as his legs shook and he emptied his seed into her mouth. Sakura hummed, swallowing as much as she could, while some managed to leak out of her mouth to drip down her chin. Sakura sat back on her heels as she watched Madara sag back into the chair, his eyes half lidded as he watched her back. With her thumb, she wiped away the cum on the corners of her mouth and licked it off, never once tearing her gaze away from his sharingan-activated eyes. 

“Not as good as dango, but it’ll do,” she remarked, her eyes gleaming teasingly at him. Madara blinked and stared at her before he burst out into a full belly laughter. Sakura giggled, loving the sound of his genuine laugh.

“Gods woman,” he sighed, before he helped her up to her feet and urged her to sit down on her table. This time, he carefully maneuvered her paperworks aside so as to not give her any reason to stay late at work. He kissed her hungrily as he began to untie her yukata and pull it off her body. Once she was exposed, he broke the kiss and slowly spread his lips into the devilish smirk she had come to love.

“My turn for dessert,” he growled as he sank down to his knees and yanked her butt forward, spreading her legs open before diving in. Sakura closed her eyes and hummed, tilting her head back as she placed her hand on top of Madara’s head, moaning every time she felt his wicked tongue lick her clit. Sakura began to shake as the tightness in her core began to build. He was exceptionally good with his tongue, learning very quickly what made her lose her mind. She was now lying down on her desk, having lost her ability to keep herself up as she writhe and bucked under his ministrations. When he inserted two fingers inside her, she instantly came, her hands covering her mouth to try to stifle her cries, her back arching off the table as she shook. 

Madara delightedly lapped up her juices, his eyes watching the way her perky breasts bounced lightly as she shook with pleasure. He had to hold on to her thighs to keep her from thrashing too much, smirking when she whined as he continued to lick her sensitive core. She slumped bonelessly on the table as he stood up, licking his lips and groaning at the sight in front of him. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, she watched with hooded eyes as she raked her gaze appreciatively down his body.

He pumped his erect cock, smirking when her eyes zeroed in on his movement, licking her lips  in anticipation. “ Sa-ku-ra, ” he drawled, walking towards her and lining himself up to her opening. Sakura got up on her elbows, smiling up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled, pushing in just a bit so that his mushroom head was barely in. She gasped as she unconsciously brought her legs up to wrap around his backside, trying to push him in even more, but he stood firm. He chuckled when she let out a whine.

“Madara please,” she sighed, pouting up at him, grinding her hips and trying to scooch forward to get him to where she wants him the most, but he would pull back when she did so.

“What was that, Sakura,” he teased, making sure to shallowly thrust his hips, his head lightly rubbing her folds.

“Nngh, Madara please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me, now, please,” she begged. With a growl, he pistoned his hips forward, the force bringing her ass off the table. Madara held on to her cheeks in a bruising grip, her legs wrapped around his lower back as he continued thrusting his hips forward. Sakura was in heaven, her head falling on his shoulders as all she could do was hold on. She vaguely noticed she was being carried until her back hit the wall, her breath knocking out of her in a gasp as Madara continued to fuck her against the wall. The position had her seeing stars, 

With his body pressing against her body to the wall, he let a hand tangle in her hair to pull her head back gently until it was against the wall while his other hand supported her underneath her butt.

“You feel so good, Sakura. So tight, a perfect fit,” he whispered huskily. He tilted her hips so that he was able to rub her sensitive nub, instantly causing Sakura to scream. She bit Madara’s shoulders, which made him pound into her even harder until both shinobi reached their climax together, Sakura’s head falling back against the wall and arching her body as she rode her orgasm. Madara slumped forward, his forehead resting against the wall behind her, both panting as they both struggled to come down from the high. Once Madara caught his breath, he pushed away from the wall to look down at the pinkette, smirking at her sated expression.

Just then Sakura’s stomach growled, causing him to laugh for the second time that night. Sakura blushed profusely, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. 

“Let’s feed you so you don’t collapse from exhaustion,” he said, walking them back towards the table where the forgotten dinner was. Luckily for them, they still had 40 minutes left before they were interrupted again.

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Sakura made her way around the Senju compound, trying to remember which ones of the rooms were Tobirama’s. She wanted to discuss some things with him regarding the hospital but was informed that he wasn’t in the office today. She knocked on the door she thought would be his and waited. A few moments later, the door slid open.

“Sakura,”

“Yo,” she said with a grin.

“..yo?” he said back with an arched eyebrow as he stepped aside to let her in. She walked in and giggled at his reaction to her modern phrasing.

“You know, hiding away to avoid work is more of Hashirama’s style,” she teased, chuckling at his somewhat horrified expression.

“I am not hiding away,” he paused then narrowed his eyes at the giggling pinkette. “You’re teasing me,” he grumbled, walking over to his desk, but not before she caught a hint of a smile on his face. 

“What brings you here, Sakura” he asked as he went back to what he was doing.

“I actually wanted to discuss a few things with you about the hospital, but it can wait. Wouldn’t want to ruin your day off,” she said, walking over to him and taking a peek at the scroll in front of him. She was not surprised to see such a detailed breakdown of a jutsu. This one in particular is something he would be well known for in the future and the scholar in her was excited to see his brain in action. 

Tobirama watched Sakura’s face as she studied his scroll, taking in the way her eyes lit up with amazement. He felt a tug in his chest when she began to discuss jutsu theory with him, something he thoroughly found enjoyable. She was very intelligent, and he couldn’t help but find  that extremely attractive. Just everything about Sakura draws him in like a magnet. He swallowed as he became overwhelmed with his own thoughts and feelings for the girl in front of him. 

Ever since he was young, he thought he would die in battle before he could even think about any type of future with a woman. He knew she was still hiding something from them, and it was this distrustful nature in him that he thought would be the cause for him not marrying or courting a woman. But Sakura is patient and proved time and time again that she could be trusted. He tried to deny the fatal attraction he had with her, yet the more he tried to deny it, the harder it was to stay away from Sakura.

“Tobirama?” she asked, stepping into his space to look at him closely, her brows creased in worry.

“I..” he stared into her eyes, red clashing with green and he swallowed once more before continuing.

“I love you,” he whispered, his shoulders relaxing after saying those three words out loud. He watched as her eyes widened a fraction, her lips parting lightly as she registered the words he said. She blinked a few times and then the most beautiful smile lit up her face. Tobirama knew he was done for. He would do anything to have her smile at him like that for as long as he lived.

“I love you too,” she whispered, placing a hand on his cheeks. He grabbed a hold of her hand and turned his head to place a kiss on her palm, then slowly began to kiss down to her forearms. He pulled her towards him, placing a kiss on her cheeks and slowly trailing down to her jaw then to her earlobes. Sakura closed her eyes at the sensation of his lips on her skin, marveling at the gentleness that Tobirama was showing her. This would be the first time they’re taking it slow and gentle, the electric charge in between them still strong yet somehow different.

“I want you Sakura,” he whispered in her ear, causing her to shudder. She swallowed audibly and nodded, not trusting her voice. Tobirama groaned as she pressed herself closer to him and arched her back, letting him know just how much she wanted him as well. He pulled back, his red eyes dark and hungry.

“Let’s test out our theory, shall we?,” he said before he stepped back and made the hand signs for a clone. It was done flawlessly, as expected of him, as now there are two Tobirama’s standing in front of Sakura. Sakura bit her lips and smiled as both Tobirama’s grabbed a hold of her hand to pull her towards them. 

“I knew you could do it,” she whispered to Tobirama on her left as he dipped his head down to capture her lips in a soft kiss. She felt him smile against her lips as he deepened the kiss. She gasped when the other Tobirama squeezed her breasts from behind her.

“Mmm,” the one in front of her hummed as he tugged her obi loose and opened up her yukata. The clone behind her helped remove the garment off her body before placing open mouthed kisses on her skin. He suckled at the sensitive spot just below her neck, moaning as the one in front of her continued to kiss her passionately. He stopped kissing her and roughly turned her around to face the clone behind her. Sakura blushed as she saw the way his eyes darkened and trailed his gaze down her body, before settling back to her face. He smirked devilishly and Sakura swore she almost came, feeling the wetness seeping through her panties and down her thighs. 

She squeaked when she was lifted off the ground, the Tobirama behind her holding her up as if she weighed nothing, her back against his chest. He had his arms under her thighs, parting her legs nice and wide for his clone. The clone growled before he roughly ripped her panties off her and dropped down on his knees, wasting no time in laving up her juices. Sakura moaned loudly and arched her back at the first contact, her head on Tobirama’s shoulder. He had a firm grip on her thighs, keeping it as wide as it can go, giving his clone ample room to piston his fingers into her core as he licked and sucked at her clit. Sakura’s legs began to shake, her moans loud and erratic, squirming in their hold as she felt her orgasm closing in on her. 

“I want to make make you cum so hard you won’t be able to walk properly after,” he growled in her ear before biting her earlobe at the same time the clone eating her pussy out stopped sucking and slapped her overly sensitive clitoris while his fingers pistoned in and out of her in a fast pace. Sakura screamed as she came, her entire body shaking uncontrollably at the pleasure of her orgasm. They both held on to her tightly, the one on the floor rubbing circles on her clit, causing her to jolt with every pressure until she rode it out. Her body relaxed bonelessly against them, her eyes closed as she tried to get her bearings. She heard clothes rustling and opened her eyes lazily to see the clone in front of her naked, his cock jutting out into attention. She licked her lips as she eyed his package. 

She was carried towards the chair behind the desk, the Tobirama holding her from behind sitting so that her back was still to his chest and her legs were still spread wide open. The clone stepped forward, his erection in his hand as he stroked himself. He nodded to his clone counterpart behind her before he aligned himself to her entrance and slowly began to push himself in. Sakura let out her breath in a sigh, the feeling of slowly being stretched and filled a welcome sensation. The clone set a slow pace, making sure to pull almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in to the hilt. She felt the Tobirama behind her groan as he watched over her shoulders. 

“I love watching my cock disappear inside of you,” he growled into her ear. Sakura shuddered, his dirty talk making her even more turned on. He began to rub the nub on her clit as the clone began to pick up his pace, slamming into her now as he chased after his own release. The Tobirama behind her pulled her legs up even higher, almost bringing her knees up to her shoulders and giving the clone a deeper angle for his thrusts. Sakura shook with pleasure, her walls convulsing and squeezing at the clone's cock. His pace began to turn erratic before he pushed in one last time and spilled his seed deep inside her. He disappeared in a puff of smoke soon after.

She heard Tobirama behind her hiss. He probably wasn’t expecting to feel what the clone felt after it disappeared. Before she could catch her breath, she was pushed up and bent over the desk, her cheeks planted on the wood as Tobirama quickly removed his clothes and thrusted his hips forward as he began to fuck her roughly, one hand on the back of her neck while the other holding on to her waist in a bruising grip. The desk began to move, the scratching noise of the wood against the floor as well as the slapping sound of skin on skin and their grunts and moans the only thing that could be heard. Sakura screamed, feeling a wetness trail down her thighs as her core clenched uncontrollably around Tobirama’s cock. He let out a hoarse cry as he pumped into her a few more times before finally cumming himself. He folded over her back, both trying to catch their breath. After a moment, Tobirama straightened back up and pulled out of her, gently helping her up, smirking when her legs shook and she had to hold on to him for balance. She narrowed her eyes at him and pouted. Gently, he cupped the back of her neck once more, softly rubbing at the spot he was holding on to, his thumb caressing her skin.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if I was too rough,” he said, his eyes softening and taking in the forming bruises on her skin. She smiled at him and nodded. 

“I can handle rough,” she winked.

Tobirama sighed and looked at her adoringly. 

“You will be the death of me,”

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Sakura hummed to herself as she made her way around the Senju compound, smiling as she recalled her interaction with Madara:

“Hmmm, you’re by yourself today?” she asked the brooding Uchiha in front of her with an amused smile on her face. Madara groaned.

“The idiot had attended a “clan” meeting but that was about an hour ago,” he grumbled as he continued to read through the mountain of paperwork on the desk. Sakura walked over towards him and placed her hands on his shoulders. Madara sighed, visibly relaxing under her touch. He turned and pulled her down towards him, stealing a kiss from her. 

“Let me see if I can find him,” she said, giggling when he began to nibble on her neck.

“How about I take a little break,” he drawled, his hands already rubbing her sides. The door suddenly opened, a shinobi with another stack of paper walking in towards them. They quickly pulled apart as Sakura cleared her throat and began walking off, waving goodbye to the grumbling Uchiha.

Machi was sweeping outside when she saw her.

“Sakura-dear, how lovely it is to see you,” she beamed at her. Sakura smiled back, bowing respectfully.

“Machi-san, is Hashirama around?” she asked. Machi smiled and directed her towards the back gardens.

“Arigatou Machi-san!” she said, waving as she made her way towards the garden. As she walked around, she was taken aback by the beauty of the garden with all the different flowers blooming. In the distance, she saw Hashirama on all fours, planting something on the ground.

“Hashirama, are you gardening?” she asked teasingly. Hashirama turned and smiled when he saw her. 

“Sakura!” he got up, placing his tools down to quickly run up towards her to pick her up and twirl her around. She squealed, laughing as Hashirama’s happiness rubbed off on her. Settling her down, he cupped the back of her head to pull her into a deep kiss. She moaned at the way he expertly moved his mouth against hers, his hand now tangling in her hair to pull her head to the side, angling her head to kiss her even deeper. Sakura gasped when she felt his tongue lick her bottom lip, opening herself up to him as their tongues twined and battled for dominance. After a moment, she broke the kiss to catch her breath. They both stared into each other’s eyes as their breathing slowly got back under control.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he said, smiling sheepishly as he set her back down on her feet. She smiled back at him.

“What are you doing out here? Madara said you were in a clan meeting?"

“Oh, that, yes I was,” he laughed again. Sakura narrowed her eyes at him, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards.

“Well, you see, the meeting ended a little earlier than expected so I came out here to garden. It’s something I like to do to get my mind off things,” he admitted, his eyes softening as they made their way over to the bush he was working on.

“But why are you doing it by hand? Can’t you just grow them in a second with your bloodline trait?” she asked innocently. He smiled as he began to finish setting the soil around the bush he was working on.

“Yes I could, but there’s something really calming about doing it the old fashion way,” he answered, standing up and dusting himself off.

“Actually, I am very glad you’re here. Come, there’s something I’ve been dying to show you,” he took hold of her hands and pulled her deeper towards the back of the gardens. When they got closer, Sakura’s breath hitched as she saw the blooming cherry blossom tree up ahead of them, the flowers flowing in the wind. Hashirama stopped just a few feet away from the tree before turning around and stepping closer to Sakura. She could feel his body heat emanating from him, and his eyes bored into hers with such an intensity, Sakura couldn’t breathe. 

“I planted this ever since the first day I met you and have been taking care of it since. I wanted to make sure it bloomed in time for the season,” he admitted.  “Sakura,” he began, taking both of her hands in his. “Ever since you came into my-our lives, everything I’ve ever dreamt of came true. You were like the light at the end of a very dark tunnel that I thought I would never see the end of. When you came along, I was blown away by your fiery personality. Before I knew it, I'd fallen so deeply in love with you,” he confessed, his eyes shining as he spoke. Sakura swallowed past the lump in her throat as her heart began to beat overtime. 

“Hashi. I love you too,” she said quietly, watching as his face broke into a smile. He stepped towards her and cupped her face as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, then on the tip of her nose before placing a soft kiss on her lips. Sakura sighed into the kiss, feeling like that was where she belonged. 

“You love me?” he whispered, pulling back so he could look into her eyes. His eyes are soft, almost searching.

“Yes, I love you. You must know about the others, I’ve spoken with them,” 

“So you already know about our shared agreement. Though, I think we may have done it a bit backwards, hehehe” he laughed awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head. Sakura rolled her eyes playfully at him.

“Hashi, are you guys really okay with this? I’m worried about what the villagers will say,” she said frowning. Hashirama’s eyes softened, his hands gently grabbing a hold of her chin to make her look at him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been, and if they can’t accept that, then I’ll be more than happy to step down as Hokage if it means we can openly court you,” he declared. Sakura sucked in a harsh breath.

“Please don’t step down as Hokage. I can see how much joy it brings you, even if you do try to avoid the paperworks and leave Madara by himself,” she said softly, her eyes downcast. His hand that was still on her chin brought her eyes back toward his. He had a soft smile on his face as he searched her face.

“You bring me joy, Sakura,” he said firmly, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on her lips. Sakura melts into him, sagging with relief in his arms. Their kiss started off soft but quickly turned heated. His hands began to roam over her sides towards her lower back while he plunged his tongue into her mouth, squeezing her round bottom before grabbing a hold of the back of her thighs, forcing her to wrap her legs around him as he walked them backwards towards the cherry blossom tree. Setting her down, Sakura shivered at the intensity of Hashirama’s gaze on her. 

“I want you Sakura,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Take off your clothes, I want to see you,” he commanded. Sakura’s breath hitched as a spike of arousal bloomed in her core at his commanding tone. Something about the way he was looking at her like she was prey and his sudden commanding presence made her heart begin to beat double time. With a swallow, she slowly unraveled her yukata, baring herself to him as she let it fall and pool around her ankles. She bit her lips as she saw his instant reaction to her nakedness. His nostrils flared as his gaze roamed up and down her form, darkening even more as he took note of her erect nipples. It almost felt like a physical touch the way he was drinking her in. With a groan, he stepped forward to lean down and circle the hard bud of one nipple with his tongue, teasing it with little flicks that made Sakura buck her hips. She tipped her head back as he began to slide his big hands up and down her thighs, hissing when his hands go to her clothed core. She was already so wet, and she could tell from the groan Hashirama let out that he could feel how soaked her panties were. 

“You’re already so wet for me Sakura,” he groaned, biting her neck as he continued to tease her through her soaked panties. Before Sakura could form a response, he was ripping her panties off of her and got down on his knees, putting his face at core level. Sakura whimpered at the sight in front of her, nearly jumping as Hashirama leaned in to kiss her core gently.

Her knees began to buckle and Sakura was sure she wouldn’t be able to keep herself up for much longer at the way Hasshirama’s tongue flicked at her clit, so when she felt the vines begin to wrap around her wrist and hold her up, she gasped and moaned at the same time when Hashirama chose that moment to insert a finger inside her. Sakura looked down to find Hashirama smirking against her core, his eyes twinkling. She knew she could get herself out of the vines' holds, but something about her being held like this for Hashirama to do what he wants with her has her even more turned on, her juices now sliding down her thighs. She could tell he knew it as well by the way he increased the pressure of his tongue against her folds.

“Hashi!” she screamed, her hips grinding against his face. He ate her out like she was a feast and he’s been starving for months. “You taste better than any sake I’ve ever tasted,” he mutters, barely pausing what he’s doing so he could speak.

“So…so close,” she gasped out, her whole body trembling. He doubles down on his efforts, sucking and plunging his tongue in and out of her that made her cry out in pleasure until she reached her climax. Hashirama didn’t stop, helping her ride it out until she was squirming in his hold and whimpering for him to stop as she was overly sensitive. He slowly stood up, his face glistening with her juices. Without his support, Sakura sagged against the vines holding her up. She barely noticed when he began to undress as she recovers from the intense orgasm that had her seeing stars.

“You are so beautiful like this,” he said, his voice raspy with need. Sakura’s core throbbed with anticipation, even though she just came. Her eyes trailed down his chiseled body, her throat suddenly gone dry as she saw how hard he already was, flushed at the tip and ready to be inside her. She watched with hooded eyes as he stroked himself a few times and then closes the distance between them. She squealed when she felt the vines lift her up, her legs now a few feet off the ground. Hashirama caressed her cheeks, his touch soft and gentle.

“Do you trust me?” he asks. Sakura smiled and nodded. 

“If I’m hurting you, just tell me and I’ll stop. Yell out vines, three times, and I will immediately stop and let you go, okay?” he says, his eyes boring into hers. Sakura swallowed, her eyes shining with excitement. Hashirama’s nostrils flared again, then groaned as he slammed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. Sakura kisses him back, tasting herself and feeling the vines start to move against her skin, wrapping around her thighs and ankles, pulling and lifting until her arms were tied behind her back and her legs were spread in front of him, her core perfectly in line with his throbbing member. 

“So beautiful,” he rasped as he walked closer, grabbing a hold of her hips, the vines pulling her legs even wider to accommodate his body in between her legs. In one smooth motion, he drove his member into her aching core. Sakura was already so wet that there was no resistance and he was able to bottom out completely, making her scream with pleasure. The feeling of being suspended in the air while Hashirama set a hard and rough pace had her spiraling towards another orgasm, the angle of how she was suspended and the feel of the vines wrapped tight around her setting off every nerve endings in her body. Each thrust made her breasts bounce and she gasped when she felt the tip of a vine begin to play with her nipple. 

“Oh my god,” she screamed, unable to hold back the orgasm as the rough texture of the vine along with Hashirama’s pounding sent her over the edge. 

“Kuso, you’re so tight,” he hisses, snapping his hips forward so that his hips slapped against her. “Feels so fucking good,” he groaned. Sakura could do nothing but moan with every thrust. She rarely ever hears Hashirama curse, but hearing him curse in the throes of passion gives her a boost of pride knowing she was the cause of it. He continued to slam against her, never once letting his pace falter. Hashirama cursed and pounded into her in a staccato rhythm before finally reaching his own release. He slams into her a few more times, filling her up with his seed as he does, staying still until he emptied out.

After catching his breath, he pulled out slowly, causing Sakura to whimper at the loss. He wrapped his arms around Sakura as the vines carefully released her. Gently, he held on to her wrists and began to kiss them, his chakra already healing the forming bruises on her skin. He continued to kiss the areas that the vines wrapped around her, healing along the way. Sakura sighed contently as he cared for her, accepting his kiss as his lips found hers once more. They stayed like that, kissing lazily until they heard the cry of a hawk nearby. Sakura pulled back and giggled when Hashirama tensed and a sweat drop formed on his head.

“I guess I better head back to the tower before Madara loses all of his patience,” he says apologetically. 

“Yes, I think you’re right,” she replied, smiling brightly at him.

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Sakura walked further behind the streets of the Uchiha compound into the woods, wrapping her coat tighter around her body as the chill of the night air caused goosebumps on her skin to form. She had excused herself from Kagura after staying later than normal during one of their get togethers, and was on her way home when she had the overwhelming sense to change directions. She suddenly found herself walking deeper into the woods, the familiarity of it causing her to pause in her steps. She swallowed as she saw the mouth of the cave, the illusion surrounding it dissipating once she was close. A strong gust of wind came out of the cave and Sakura closed her eyes and brought her arms up to cover her face. Before she knew what was happening, everything went black.

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Sakura blinked her eyes open before sitting up abruptly, taking in her surroundings. She was back in the same space she met the goddess all those months ago.

“Hello again,” Sakura turned around, her eyes widening as she came face to face once more with the goddess.

“Amaterasu!” The goddess smiled brightly at her, changing their surroundings from a dark emptiness to a meadow, different colored butterflies fluttering all around them. 

“Why am I here again?” Sakura asked after a beat. Amaterasu smiled and walked over to stand in front of her. Sakura tilted her head back to look up at the goddess, admiring her beauty as she smiled down at her. 

“You’ve done well my dear,” she started, her hands cupping her cheeks. “Thank you for saving my children,” with a wave of her hand, images began to appear before them. Sakura held her breath as she watched the timeline play out in front of her, of a different future from the one she came from. Konoha was thriving, and her breath hitched as she saw Sasuke and Naruto’s childhood change to one full of love and happiness. Tears streamed down her face as she saw Naruto with his parents, alive and well as he became a genin, with Sasuke smiling at his brother, Itachi, as he greeted them outside the academy. Just then a pink haired girl joined them, waving at them enthusiastically as she ran towards them. Sakura gasped.

“Is that…” she trailed off. Sakura knew it wasn’t her, but the resemblance was there in her eyes and her nose. She watched as someone who looked a little like Tobirama, but with strawberry blonde hair and one emerald green eyes and one red, ruffle the girl's hair with a soft smile on his face. Sakura blinked faster, rubbing her eyes to make sure she was seeing things correctly. She swore she could see herself in him. She gasped again as an Uchiha joined their group, but what really caught her attention was the uncanny resemblance to the shape of his eyes and the size of his forehead to hers. She started to hyperventilate.

“Your descendants,” the goddess chimed in, smiling down at her as Sakura tried to catch her breath. The vision disappeared as Sakura closed her eyes and took deep, even breaths. She was going to have their children. Part of her was excited at the prospect of it, it was something she secretly always wanted, to be a mother. But another part of her was scared. She’s been contemplating for the last few days on whether or not she should tell them about her past and where she came from, but always stopped at the last second. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hide it for long, especially from Tobirama. She could feel it deep down inside, the way he would look at her, but he continued to trust her and love her despite knowing that she was hiding something. She worries about Madara and how he would take it the most, but she owed it to them to be truthful. If she wanted the future she just witnessed to come true, she has to come clean and tell them who she really was. Swallowing hard, she made up her mind.

“You’ve done well my dear. Enjoy this chance you were given,” the goddess said as she began to disappear with the surroundings and Sakura once again, losing consciousness.

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“What happened?” asked Izuna as he rushed to Sakura’s side where she laid down on the futon, unconscious. 

“I found her unconscious by the cave,” Madara answered, his jaw tightening. Izuna stared at him with wide eyes. Only he and his brother, and a couple of the elder councilmen knew about the cave. Sakura should have never been able to go near it at all, let alone dispel the genjutsu surrounding it without a mangekyo sharingan, yet she did. 

Flashback

Madara was on his way to the compound when he felt a surge of chakra in the surrounding woods. Realizing it was Sakura’s, he hastily made his way towards it, cursing when he felt her chakra disappear completely. When he got there, a silhouette was hovering over her body.

“You have 3 seconds to step away from her before I rip out your throat,” he warned, his eyes blazing red. The silhouette turned around and he froze, his body instantly locking as she smiled at him. He inwardly cursed as he tried to move but couldn’t. He wonders if she hailed from the Nara clan with their shadow tricks, yet with his sharingan eyes, he could see there were no shadows holding him in place. The silhouette made her way towards him as he struggled in place, his teeth grinding when he wouldn’t budge. She placed a hand on his cheeks. He stopped struggling when her eyes met his, his eyes going back to black.

“ I’m sorry, my child. You have suffered the most. But fear not, I can see the love you have for her. The darkness will always be inside you, but she will be your guiding light. Remember that, everything happens for a reason ,” she said. “ When you learn of the truth, do not let it consume you ,” she warned before she disappeared. Madara gasped in air as he fell to his knees. A small whimper had him coming back to his senses. 

“Sakura,” he called out to her, getting on his knees. He pushed a lock of hair out of her face and for the second time that night, the Uchiha Madara froze. He was bombarded with images too fast for him to comprehend, but he was able to make out just enough to know that it was memories, her memories. It was only for a second, but that second felt like hours. Once he caught his breath, he picked her up bridal style and made her way to the compound.

Madara watched as Izuna looked worriedly down at the pinkette. He clenched his jaw and looked away. The memories he saw from Sakura were too confusing and did not make sense, yet somehow deep down, he can’t help but shake the odd feeling that it’s true. The shogi doors slid open in a slam as both Hashirama and Tobirama barged in, their eyes instantly going towards the unconscious girl. When she began to stir awake, they were instantly at her side. 

Sakura bolted upright, gasping for air as she woke up. 

“Whoah there,” Izuna said gently, placing a hand on her shoulders.

“Sasuke-kun?” she blinked rapidly as she tried to clear the white spots in her vision from moving too quickly. Izuna frowned. She must’ve sensed the way he tensed when her eyes widened and her hands quickly covered her mouth.

“Izuna, I’m sorry, I mistook you for someone else,” she whispered softly, her eyes boring into his pleadingly. Izuna swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“Sakura,” they all turned towards Madara, who was sporting a deep scowl on his face. 

“What were you doing near the cave?” he asked. Sakura bit her lips as she looked into his eyes. She could tell he was angry and he was trying to hold it in for her. She swallowed thickly as she felt everyone else’s eyes on her.

“I was on my way home when I felt a pull,” she confessed. Both Izuna and Madara’s eyebrows furrowed. 

“What cave?” chimed in Hashirama. Madara gave him the rundown.

“There’s something you all should know,” interrupted Sakura, her voice soft. She stood up and put some distance between herself and the men she loved. She faced them and looked into their eyes individually. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, the image of the future she witnessed playing in her mind. She wants it so badly, but she knows the guilt of keeping something like this from them will eat her alive, so she will tell them first and hope they will still love her enough to have that future with her. 

“I’m not from this time,” she began. Their brows furrowed but they stayed quiet, giving her the chance to finish, which she was grateful for.

“I am Sakura Haruno, kunoichi of Konohagakure, apprentice of the 5th Hokage, and a survivor of the 4th Shinobi War. I am from the future, a little over a 100 years to be exact,” she finished, surprised at how steady her voice came out. Their eyes were now wide as saucers, looking at her like she had gone crazy. The only one who didn’t look surprised was Madara, who was narrowing his eyes at her with his arms crossed in front of his chest. She bit her lips worriedly. 

“Who was your enemy during the 4th war,” he asked gruffly. She stared dumbfoundedly at him. Out of all the questions he could have possibly asked, he had to ask that one. How does she answer him? She sighed, sat back down and rested her head against the wall, her head facing up towards the ceiling.

“I’ll have to tell you the story from the beginning in order for you to understand,” she began, running her hands through her hair. And so she did, she told them the story from the beginning, where Izuna had died to when she found herself talking to a goddess about going back in time. After she was finished, her throat was dry and her eyes were red from the tears. They stayed quiet for a while, the sound of her hiccups the only thing breaking the silence. She chanced a peek toward Madara, who was now facing outside the doors towards the garden, his posture so tense she can practically see him vibrating. She turned towards the others, who were looking at anything but her, lost in their own thoughts as her story sank in. Hashirama was the first to break the silence, making his way towards her.

“You’ve been keeping such a heavy burden with you this whole time. Why didn’t you confide in us?” he asked, his voice full of hurt. 

“Can you blame me?”

“No, I guess you’re right,” he sighed, sitting next to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders, bringing her close to his side. She smiled softly at him. Izuna was next to walk towards her, sitting in front of her.

“This Sasuke person. You loved him, didn’t you?” he asked, brows furrowed. Sakura smiled sadly at him.

“Sasuke-kun was my teammate. And yes, I guess you could say he was my first love. He died in my arms,” she said, her voice breaking as she held her tears at bay. 

“Do you…” he paused, his face scrunched as if what he’s going to say pains him.

“Do you love me because I look like him?” he avoided her gaze, his teeth gritting as the words left his mouth. Sakura gasped and brought her hands on top of his, holding on to it and urging him to look at her. With a deep intake of breath, Izuna obliged and turned back to look at her emerald eyes shining with determination.

“Izuna, my love for you and my love for Sasuke-kun are not the same. He was my first love yes, but it was a love with many trials and heartache. My love for him helped me become the person I am today. After Sasuke-kun died, I felt lost. I didn’t think I could love again, I didn’t want to, it was too painful. I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, any of you,” she said looking around her, catching their eyes. “But gradually it just bloomed inside of me until I couldn’t keep it in anymore. For the longest time, I wanted to fight it, because I couldn’t bear the thought of having my heart broken again,” she took a deep breath, letting his hand go and placing it on top of her thigh.

“I could never have imagined that all of you would feel the same way about me, to the point that you have discussed sharing me. But I can see it in your eyes and feel it in your actions. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you all sooner,” she said, her voice breaking.

Tobirama sat next to Sakura and pulled her in for a hug, burying her face on the crook of his neck. They stayed like that for a moment, each of their gazes softening as she sat back and smiled at Tobirama. 

“I saw your memories,” Madara interrupted. Her brows furrowed. She opened her mouth to say something but he held up a hand to stop her. In two long strides, he was standing in front of her, his hand outstretched, urging her to take it. She placed her hands on his as he helped her get up. He was a head taller than her so her head was tilted up as she looked into his eyes. He traced the back of his knuckles on the sides of her face, the touch feathery light. She held her breath.

“How can you say you love me after what my future self did to you?” Sakura placed her hands on top his as smiled softly up at him. 

“When I first met you, the memory of the future you was still fresh in my mind. I tried to avoid you as much as possible,” she felt him tense but she squeezed his hand to let him know she wasn’t finished.

“But the more I got to know you and see how you interacted with your brother, your clan, and the villagers as the Hokage, I can see that you really, truly care and that you aren’t the same person I fought in the war. The future you that I fought was overtaken with darkness and full of hate, though after I saw how deeply you cared about your brother and your clan, I can understand now why you became the way you did. Please don’t let it consume you,” she pleaded with her eyes. 

“ When you learn of the truth, do not let it consume you” The goddesses words echoed in his head. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers. 

“Thank you, Sakura, for everything,” he said softly as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips. 

“I think it’s time we let the village know about us,” Izuna said.

Sakura broke the kiss to look at them. Biting her lips like she wanted to say something, Toibirama tilted his head in her direction with a smirk on his face. 

“Something on your mind, Sakura?” he asked, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to say.

“Maybe we should wait before everyone knows,” she began, fidgeting with her hands in front of her and avoiding their eyes. “I kind of like the idea of sneaking around,” she whispered with a blush. She heard them groan before she was being pulled roughly into a chest - Hashirama’s - and suddenly found herself kissing him deeply. Sakura sighed into the kiss, feeling happier than ever before as the rest of her men surrounded her. 

“Then perhaps we should take this somewhere else,” Tobirama said with a laugh. Sakura squealed as she was whisked away, with the rest of them not too far behind.

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Sakura stood in front of the council for both Senju and Uchiha clan with her head held high. She was a force to be reckoned with. It was evident in the way she held herself in front of the councilmen, her shoulders firm and her chin lifted so no one, no matter the status, could look down on her. The way she spoke, the refined dignity in her voice - demanded respect. Sakura and her relationship with the clan heirs had become the hottest topic of discussion all over Konoha for the past couple of days. She knew it was a matter of time until they were discovered, and she was more than prepared to face the fallout, but she didn’t expect it to be discovered so soon. She quite enjoyed the rendezvous meetings with her boys, the sneaking around gave her quite the thrill, and she knew for a fact that they felt the same way. Of course once word got out, the council went into an uproar, which is why she found herself standing before them at this moment.

“I do believe there is nothing left to discuss here, councilmen,” she said in clipped tones. “In fact, isn’t it the biggest sign of trust to have the two most powerful heirs of your respective clans agree to share a matriarch? Is that not the epitome of peace, the one we are currently in?” 

Both the Uchiha and Senju council grumbled, some looking at her with a newfound respect, while others sent seething glares her way. Sakura kept her ground and raised an eyebrow.

“How, pray tell, will you make this arrangement work. As you stated, they are the current heirs of our clan, and they have duties to keep as clan heirs, one which includes fathering a child to be next in line. This type of arrangement only works if it's within one clan, as it would not matter which heir you bed, so long as the child you bear has their blood,”

Sakura narrowed her eyes at the old geezer but kept her mouth shut. She could feel her mens’ chakra flare at the disrespectful way he addressed her. She looked their way and gave them a reassuring smile, watching their face relax and even soften at the gesture. She turned her attention back to the geezer, making eye contact with him as she spoke.

“However we make this arrangement work is none of your business. Need I remind you, all of you, that I am a very capable medic and that I am intimately familiar with how the human body works. Did you know that being a medic nin has a lot of advantages. For example, I can manipulate the human body to do so many things, such as allowing the body of a woman to not conceive, no matter how many times she may bed with a man. But it also means that I can increase the chance of conceivement as well,”

Everyone’s eyes widened at her implication, some with their mouths hanging open. Sakura took a deep breath and let it out.

“Councilmen, the only reason that I am here before you is to not get any type of permission to be with these four males,” she gestured to her boys. “Because no matter if you forbid it or not, I will stay by their side, blessing or no blessing. This is more for formality's sake, and because I understand that there are still some clan “rules” I need to adhere to if I am to be the matriarch. Although I believe some of these rules to be outdated and need some refinement, wouldn’t you guys agree?” she asked, tilting her head towards the direction of her boys.

Izuna and Hashirama were grinning proudly at her, while Tobirama and Madara smirked, their eyes shining with adoration and respect. The majority of the council grumbled under their breath.

“Well,” Madara stood up, taking purposeful steps towards Sakura. “I believe this meeting to be over. Everyone, get out,” he said, never once looking towards the council, but instead focusing his gaze on Sakura. She smiled coyly at him, and Madara’s eyes darkened, his body buzzing with pent up energy. The councilmen squirmed uncomfortably, the ones with the Uchiha clan bowing and leaving hastily while the ones with the Senju clan looked towards Hashirama and Tobirama before being nodded to and scrambling away. Once the last of the councilmen left the room, Sakura let out a loud exhale.

“Honestly, I don’t know how you guys deal with them and their archaic way of thinking,” she snorted, trying to ignore the way her boys stared at her with heat in their eyes. Madara now stood in front of Sakura, his form towering over her. She smiled softly up at him as she batted her lashes flirtatiously. Madara grabbed the back of her neck and slammed his lips against her own, kissing her roughly and groaning when she kissed him back with equal ferocity. Sakura was so engrossed in the kiss that she didn’t realize Madara had maneuvered them to the center of the room. When he broke off the kiss, her eyes were half-lidded and her lips were swollen, causing the male to rub his thumb over her lower lips.

“I want you to sit,” he commanded. It took a few seconds for her brain to register what he was saying until he smirked and she heard Hashirama’s voice behind her. Her eyes widened as she turned around and saw Hashirama laying down on the floor, his eyes dark and focused on her.

“Sit, Sakura,” his voice had lowered down a few octaves, the huskiness of it causing her to shiver. Madara helped her undress, untying her yukata from behind her. She heard everyone hiss when they saw her without underwear. She bit her lips and smiled sheepishly at them. 

“Where?” she asked softly, although she had a pretty good idea of where they wanted her to sit.

“Sakura, if you do not come here and sit on my face, I will have Madara do it for you,” Hashirama commanded, the seriousness of his voice left no room for argument. Sakura secretly loved it when Hashirama used that commanding voice on her, and she had a feeling he knew it as well. With shaky steps, she stood on top of him. She should be embarrassed, really she should. He literally has a full upward view of her core, and it's probably very wet and glistening. 

“Sakura, sit,” Madara groaned, placing his hand on her shoulders and pushing her down. She gasped when her knees buckled and she was hovering over Hashirama’s face. With a growl, she felt Hashirama’s arms wrap around her thighs and pulled her down towards him. Sakura squealed then moaned as she felt his tongue glide along her clit and inside her core. 

“W-wait, h-hold, I’m heavy!” she tried to protest, squirming and trying to lift herself up so her weight wasn't fully on his face, but Madara’s hand under her chin stopped her. She swallowed as her eyes met his. Slowly he bent down and kissed her deeply. Sakura moaned into the kiss as she felt Hashirama’s wicked tongue continuously lick her core. Instinctively, she began riding his face, the building tension causing her to forget about her weight. She felt calloused hands squeeze her breast and pinch her nipples. She felt the jolt of pleasure zing through her, and Hashirama groaned as more of her juices coated his tongue. 

Madara straightened and began to undress, watching Sakura throw her head back as her face contorted in pleasure. She held on to Hashirama’s head as she rode his face, her movements turning erratic as she neared her orgasm. He licked his lips as he stroked himself a few times before grabbing a fistful of her hair with his other hand. Sakura’s eyes snapped open, and with one quick glance at him and his erection, she licked her lips and wrapped her hands around his cock before she opened her mouth and sucked him in. Madara groaned, his head tilting back as her mouth worked its magic. When Sakura moaned as he was deep in her throat, he nearly came undone from feeling the vibrations of her moan. He held her head in place as he noticed Hashirama picking up his pace while Izuna gave a helping hand as he rubbed circles on her sensitive bud. Tobirama hung back, watching it all unfold as he slowly stroked himself. Sakura screamed around his cock as the orgasm rocked through her, her body shuddering uncontrollably. Madara came just as she did, his seed spilling down her throat as he held her head in place for a few more seconds before he let her go, her mouth leaving his cock in a loud pop. 

Without missing a beat, Tobirama helped her up, practically carrying her as he scooped his arms under her thighs. He maneuvered her so that her core was aligned with his aching erection before he guided her down his throbbing cock. 

“Oh, yes,” she sighed as Tobirama set an easy rhythm. She held onto him, her arms wrapped around his neck as she bounced on his cock. She felt another body behind her, and smiled when she looked over her shoulders to find Izuna smiling back at her with half-lidded eyes.

“This,” she moaned as Tobirama hit particularly deep, “was what I had imagined when I watched you two spar that one time,” she panted. Tobirama slowed down his pace as Izunas hands groped her cheeks. He licked his pointer finger before placing it on her other hole, slowly inserting it inside of her and stretching her out to get her nice and ready for his cock. Sakura let out a guttural moan as she felt Izuna finger her tight hole while Tobirama set a torturously slow pace. He slid in and out of her so slowly that she could feel the ridges of his cock as he stretched her out and made her feel so full. 

“Are you ready for me Sakura,” she heard Izuna whisper in her ears. She nodded, biting her lips as she felt the tip of his cock begin to open her up. She gasped when he slid himself into the hilt, his hands squeezing her cheeks and spreading it wider for him. 

“Oh my kami, yes,” she gasped as they began to move in sync. All Sakura could do was hold on as she hitched her legs higher on Tobirama’s hips to hook her ankles behind him, grinding her pelvis against his. 

“Spread her wider,” Tobirama growled and Izuna’s grip sank lower on her ass to spread her open. Tobirama wraps his hands around her throat and pushes her head back so it’s resting on Izuna’s shoulders.

“Come for us, Sakura,” he growled as he thrusted his hips up particularly hard, causing her to gasp in as much air as she could with the way he was choking her. Sakura closed her eyes and got lost in the sensations, the heat building inside of her until it crashed down on her like a wave, her nerve endings lighting up. 

“Ahh,” Sakura screamed as the pleasure crashed over her and Izuna and Tobirama slammed into her together, both of them coming with loud, animalistic grunts, filling her up with their seed.

“Bring her here,” they heard Madara command. Izuna chuckles softly as he pulls out of her, causing her to hiss from the sudden loss. Tobirama, still carrying her around his hips, walked them over to where Hashirama was sitting down. Smirking at his brother, he pulled out of Sakura and helped her down before turning her around to face his brother. Hashirama’s dark eyes roamed her naked body, his hands already stroking himself lazily.

“Sit,” he commanded. Sakura swallowed and carefully placed both knees on the outside of his thighs as she aligned herself on top of his cock. She could feel herself leaking out some of Tobirama’s and Izuna’s seed, leaving a sensation down her thighs. Hashirama’s eyes darkened as he saw this before he tilted his head back and smirked up at her. Grabbing on to her waist, he pulled her down on himself roughly as she was suddenly impaled on his cock. 

“Oh,” she moaned and tilted her head back as Hashirama began to move under her. She felt hands on her hips from behind, holding her in place as Hashirama fucks her hard and fast, her breasts bouncing as their bodies crash against one another.

“Kuso, Sakura you feel so good,” Hashirama breathes heavily. Sakura rocks her hips forward, grinding her sensitive clit against him. Madara shoves her forward as the head of his cock teases her other hole. Hashirama reached around her to grab a hold of her cheeks and spread her open for him. 

“You are full of my brother’s seed,” he growled as he continued to tease her hole, rubbing it up and down and spreading said seed around her, using it as lube before sinking inside her. They both found a rhythm as Sakura moaned incoherently at every thrust, feeling herself building up for another mind blowing orgasm. Hashirama held on to the back of her neck as he stared deeply into her eyes.

“We are going to make you come over and over until you’re begging for us to stop,” he growled, pulling her down for a kiss. She moaned into the kiss, jolting when she felt fingers teasing her swollen bud. Madara kept his hands on her back, keeping her bent forward so he could sink deeper into her hole while Hashirama held on tightly to her cheeks as they continued their pounding assault on her senses. She felt overstimulated that her nerves were on fire, pleasure mixing with pain. White stars began to dance behind her eyelids as she screamed.

“Come for me while I fill up your ass, Sakura,” Madara growled. His words were enough to throw her over the edge, the orgasm hitting her with blinding force. She cries out as Madara drives forward, groaning as he shoots his seed deep inside her. Hashirama grunts as he too thrusted his hips up one last time before spilling himself inside of her. Sakura clenches up, breathing raggedly as the pleasure and pain threatened to overwhelm her. 

She felt Madara pull out of her, groaning at the sudden emptiness and feeling herself start to leak. She began to doze off, snuggling closer to Hashirama’s warmth when she jolted at the sudden feeling of a wet towel wiping her back. She was helped up to standing by Tobirama while Izuna bent down on his knees to begin wiping along her inner thighs. She blushed as she was being taken care of, Izuna’s eyebrows arching and smirking as he carefully brought the towel to her core. Sakura hissed at the contact. 

“Hokage-sama, when you’re ready, the guests will be here shortly,” said a voice through the door. Sakura tensed before she began to blush profusely, her entire body turning a bright shade of red.

“Wait, did you forget to set a sound-proof seal?!” she squeaked. They all avoided eye contact.

“I don’t see the problem, they already know. Besides.” Madara stepped in front of her and bent down so his lips were hovering over her.

“I want them to hear you screaming our names, to let them know that you are ours,” he said gruffly before kissing her softly. Sakura relaxed, smiling softly as they pulled away. It’s hard to stay mad at them when she was thoroughly sated. Sakura looked around the room at the four men before her, her love for them spilling out of her in waves. They must have sensed it too as they smiled back at her. 

“And you are all mine,”

Chapter Text

EPILOGUE:

Madara stared lovingly down at the small bundle of babe cradled in his arms, his eyes softening at the way it babbled incoherently, her dark obsidian eyes with light veridian speckles staring up at him. 

“Madara,” he turned towards Kagura’s voice, smiling as she walked over to coo at the babe in his hands. When she made a move to carry her, Madara scoffed and turned his shoulders, effectively blocking her from the babe. A giggle had them both looking back.

“Don’t even bother trying Kagura, he’s been hogging Megumi ever since she came out of me. The only times Madara lets me carry her is when she has to feed,” Sakura interjected, her lips quirked up in amusement. 

“Who would’ve thought the great Uchiha Madara was such a daddy’s girl,” Kagura teased. Madara glared at his childhood friend.

“Dear, let her carry Megumi. Tobi and Hashi are here,” Sakura said softly. Reluctantly, Madara carefully placed his daughter into Kagura’s eager arms. Just then, shrill voices of children and their footsteps could be heard running towards them.

“Mama! Tousan!” 

“Kyota, Shouta,” Madara greeted as he bent down to their level to ruffle their hair.

Kyota, with his strawberry blonde hair, was no doubt Tobirama’s son, which was a contrast to the brunette child standing next to him. 

“Otousan,” came a much older child, Akio, his sire, as he walked in with Izuna. Madara’s chest swelled with pride as he clapped his son, their son, on the shoulders. He had been the first to plant his seed within Sakura, his male ego bursting at the seam when she broke the news to all of them. Of course, they had a system going when it was time to discuss children. He and Izuna had won the first trial fair and square to have Sakura be at the Uchiha compound with her first cycle until either he or Izuna impregnated her. With Sakura’s medical expertise, she was able to help the process along quite nicely. He had asked if she could choose which seed was to impregnate her first and she had scoffed and laughed at his apparent “innocent” question. 

“Dear, I’m not that good,” she had said. “That would only work if I was sleeping with just one of you, but because you and your brother liked to share…” she had trailed off, her eyes gone half-lidded, he forgot all about the question as he and Izuna made love to her for days on end, until the day she had announced she was with child. With an Uchiha heir on the line, the Senju’s had done the same a year after, keeping her at the Senju household during her cycle.  

Izuna pulled Sakura into a deep kiss, bending her backwards until she was almost parallel to the floor.

“Ew, Izuna-tousan, get a room!” cried the two Senju children. 

“Tobi-tousan said we could see our imouto! We want to see our imouto!” they said excitedly. Tobirama and Hashirama appeared beside Sakura, each of them greeting her with a soft kiss. 

“Here,” Kagura bent down so they could see the babe who’s eyes were now open and laughing in delight at the boys’ excited squeals. Izuna laughs and takes over carrying the babe, his offspring, from Kagura. Kagura smirks and shakes her head.

“I already fear for her future suitors,” she said with a laugh. Sakura giggles when the four males reacted and narrowed their eyes at her.

“She is but a few months old and you’re already talking about her suitors? I fear more about what your influence will be on her,” replied Madara.

“Guys, relax. Besides, it was her “influence”, she said, gesturing with her fingers the quotation marks, “that led me to act on my feelings for you four.” Kagura smiled smugly at them while the men scoffed. 

“Sorry we’re late! We’re here!” came Touka’s voice as she and Mito, with their adoptive child, walked inside. She squealed in delight and went straight to where Izuna was, asking to hold the babe. Reluctantly, he let her, trying hard to fight his pout.

“Hello to you too,” chuckled Sakura, who walked up to her to give her a pat on the shoulder while smiling down at her baby.

“Hi Sakura, don’t worry! Your kids are in good hands, so go celebrate your anniversary and make more babies with your husbands,” she said with a smile. Sakura blushed profusely.

“Touka!

“Shall we?” said Hashirama who now stood beside her, his hand on her lower back, ushering her out.

“We won’t be far so if you need anything, don’t hesitate to come get me,” Sakura said. Mito smiled and gave her a hug.

“You’re forgetting this isn’t the first time we had to babysit for you guys for a “celebration”,” she chuckled. “Now, go enjoy yourselves,” she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

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“I hope they’ll be okay,” she mused, standing in the middle of the room while the guys settled down around her. A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and she relaxed instantly. 

“Trust me, with the protective seals from Mito and the genjutsu we set up around the perimeter, we would know if something happens even before they would,” Izuna said with a chuckle from behind her. She turned her head so she could look at him.

“You’re right,” with a sigh, she leaned forward to give him a light kiss but before she could break the kiss, his hand cupped the back of her head and kept her there, deepening the kiss.

“Izuna,” Madara said with amusement tinged in his voice. His little brother let out a sigh before he released the pinkette and stepped back. Sakura blinked her eyes open, slightly confused as to why he stopped. He winked at her at the same time Tobirama grabbed onto her hands to pull her towards the sliding doors that led to the outside of their room. Hashirama slid it open and her eyes widened to see the private onsen connected to their room. She squealed, excited to soak her body as the four males basked in her excitement.

“This is exactly what my body needs right now,” she said with a laugh as she gave her husbands a kiss on the cheek and made her way around the room to get ready for the onsen. They laughed at her antics as they too prepared for the onsen.

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Sakura bit her lips as she looked down at herself, feeling self conscious for the first time in years. She had gone to the tailor with her designs, her face flushing as the tailor's eyes widened at the designs. The tailor had beamed with the challenge as her eyes twinkled with a knowing look.

“They will surely love this on you, Haruno-sama,” she had said, chuckling when Sakura blushed even more. 

She slid her hands up and down her sides, biting her lips as she began to second-guess herself. The tailor had done a wonderful job on the two-piece bathing suit and the material she had chosen, as well as the few sets of lingerie she had packed with her on this trip. Putting on her robe, she took a deep breath and walked outside, making her way towards the sliding door to the outdoor onsen. Four sets of eyes turned to look at her.

“Sakura, get in here,” Izuna encouraged. With an exhale, she slowly removed her robe. Her lips quirked into a shy smile as she saw their wide eyes slowly trail down her body. She giggled when Madara and Izuna’s sharingan activated of their own accord. Feeling emboldened by their reactions, she half turned so that her side profile was facing them and bent down to pick up her robe painstakingly slow. She knew damn well how her silhouette looked, and judging by the charged tension in the air, her men were really enjoying the view. After folding her robe and placing it neatly down, she made her way over to the edge of the hot spring, slowly descending down until she was seated. She hummed and closed her eyes, relishing in the feel of her muscles immediately relaxing. A small gasp left her lips when she was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace, lips crashing down on hers in a bruising kiss.

“Where in the world did you get this..” Madara growled, tracing the strap of her top. Sakura chuckled breathlessly as she tried, but failed, to put some distance between them. The others had already surrounded her as well, their eyes heated with desire. 

“Guys, please, give me this moment of relaxation,” she said, giggling when they grumbled their protests but respecting her request and backing off.

“Thank you,” she sighed, leaning back and letting the hot water relax her muscles. As much as she would like to engage in the naughty things that her husband(s) no doubt had in mind, all she wanted at this moment was to enjoy the hot spring. It’s not everyday she gets to have this time for herself, especially after having children. She does however, enjoy teasing them, even if she’ll get punished for it later. She could feel their eyes on her even with her eyes closed. Eventually, after not paying them any attention, they returned to their previous conversation, content at letting her enjoy the moment of peace. 

“A bathing suit,” she finally said at last, breaking the comfortable silence. Opening her eyes, she was met with confused looks from her boys, earning her a giggle.

“From my old life, this is a thing women would wear whenever they would go out for a swim,” she explained.

“Did you wear this bathing suit often?” Madara asked with a scowl on his face. Sakura arched her eyebrows at him.

“Yes, of course. Konoha summers were no joke and the best way to beat the heat was to go out for a swim,”

“I don’t see why you would need such a thing when it barely covers your intimate areas. Isn’t it more convenient to just go in naked?” Tobirama asked. Sakura let out a laugh, confusing the four males. 

“Perhaps, if I was swimming by myself. But it was mostly with a group of us, so it’s more appropriate to have a bathing suit on,” she said, chuckling.

“I still don’t see the need if it’s a group of women,” he grumbled in response, getting annoyed once Sakura let out another chuckle.

“I’m sorry Tobi, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just that sometimes I forget how different the times are,” she said, flashing him an apologetic smile. “In the future, men and women swim together. I would often go swimming with Team 10 and the other rookies when our schedules would align,” she said.

“I will burn this bathing suit before you can think about showing it off to anyone else but us,” Izuns growled, moving closer to Sakura and pulling her against him by her waist.

“Don’t you dare, do you have any idea how hard the seamstress worked on this after I gave her my design. You will do no such thing,” she said, turning around to step away from his embrace, but instead backing up into another set of strong arms.

“Why did you give her this design?” Hashirama whispered into her ears, pulling the string just enough to cause tension before letting it go, snapping it back into place. Sakura let out a soft gasp. The others had already begun to circle around, their hungry eyes roaming over her exposed skin.

“B-because, I wanted to surprise you guys,” she squeaked when Tobirama placed his hand on her right breast and squeezed through her top.

“W-wait, let’s not do this here, hm? I have, ahh, m-more surprise,” she said in between moans as the males had already begun to touch and caress her body. “I p-promise you’ll like it, neh?”

Sakura managed to have enough willpower to get herself away from the boys. “Wait for me in the room,” she said breathlessly. Hurriedly, she stepped out of the hot spring, grabbed her towel and made her way to the changing room before they could get their hands on her.

Izuna POV

“Any idea what this surprise could be?” Izuna asked no one in particular as he dried himself in the room with the other males. Ever since they courted Sakura together, they have gotten used to being in each other’s presence naked. At first he was apprehensive, as surely, after being naked with each other and engaging in the acts with Sakura that eventually one of them would want to explore with the other males. However, never once had he felt the desire to be with the Senju’s in that way, and they with him and his brother. Their attention would always be on Sakura. Izuna smirked at the thought. 

“Care to share what is on your mind, brother?” Madara asked with a smirk of his own. Izuna shook his head before all their heads turned towards the sound of the sliding door opening. They froze, their eyes widening at the sight. There, Sakura stood in nothing but a black thin material that covered her intimate areas, much like the “bathing suit” did, but in a more appealing design that accentuated her curves. Biting her lips, Sakura slowly did a turn, showing us her body. Izuna heard himself groan, or was it the others? It doesn’t matter when Sakura looks too good standing there in that attire. They were about to move but she stopped them. 

“Don’t move,” she said in a tone that had them all groaning. Sakura clearly had something planned and they were more than willing to play along. Her eyes twinkled with excitement. She walked towards Hashirama and slowly traced her fingers up his chest until it snaked behind his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Hashirama obliged, kissing her back. Izuna watched as Sakura whispered something in his ear, and Hashirama’s face changed to surprise. He stared at her for a moment, a silent conversation happening between them before he nodded. Suddenly, Izuna and the others found themselves ensnared in his mokuton.

“What is the meaning of this Hashirama,” “Anija!” Madara and Tobirama grumbled. Izuna stayed quiet, watching Sakura intently while this was happening. She locked eyes  with him and smiled. Izuna smirked. 

“Now that I have you where I want you, let’s begin. Thanks, Hashirama. For that, you will go first,” she purred. Hashirama was breathing heavily now. 

“First rule, anyone who breaks away from their binds will lose their turn,” she said. With that, she moved towards the center where they could all see her and began her teasing assault. She moved slowly, her body undulating to a beat only she could hear, but to all the males, it’s as if they knew exactly what song she was dancing to. Izuna watched as her hands caressed her body, wishing it were his own hands that were doing the caressing. She eventually made her way on the floor, opening up her legs to tease her opening in front of them. They were all groaning, fighting the urge to not break the mere wooden bindings they were in. He heard a small crack, not sure who it came from but the tilt of Sakura’s head made his cock twitch.

“Tobii~ you almost broke the rule there,” she said. Tobirama grunted in response, his mouth in a thin line. Izuna’s mouth watered at the sight. She had pulled her black bottoms to the side, showing off just how wet she got from her teasing. Once she was done teasing herself, she began to crawl towards Hashirama.

“Fuck,” they all said out loud. 

Hashirama’s POV

Hashirama was breathing heavily now as he looked down at the pinkette kneeling in front of him. She grabbed hold of his painful erection and smiled. His precum was already dripping and she began to lick it off of him. He threw his head back at the sensation of her tongue teasing his cock. She pumped him and licked him but never fully putting him in her mouth until he was begging for it. Once she took him fully, his hips twitched forward. 

“Yess, fuck” he cursed as she set a steady rhythm. He locked eyes with her as he looked down, cursing even more as he tried to pump his hips forward, chasing his release. But before he could, she let him go with a pop and smiled.

“Wha-, noo,” he nearly whined, his chest heaving from the exertion. Sakura winked before she made her way to Madara next. 

Madara’s POV

Madara watched Sakura crawl towards Hashirama and began to suck him dry in that little surprise outfit of hers. His muscles ached from the constant flexing he’s been doing, trying really hard not to break the flimsy wooden binding from Hashirama’s mokuton. When she began crawling over towards him, his sharingan caught every little movement, from the way her breasts and ass swayed to her sparkling green eyes that promised pleasure.

“Your turn,” she purred, doing the same teasing towards him like she did Hashirama.

‘Woman, I swear to Kami I will punish you myself if you don’t put my cock inside your mouth this instant,” he huffed, sweat dripping down his chest and abs. She smiled at the threat as she finally sucked him all the way to the base, her nose tickling his hairs.

“Fuuck,” he groaned, trying to pump his hips but couldn’t because of the binds. He knew what was coming and tried not to fall for it but her mouth felt too damn good and before long, he was close to his release before she let himself go.

“Nngh, Sakura!” he screamed in frustration. She smiled and made her way to Tobirama.

Tobirama’s POV

He was breathing heavily as he watched her tease the other two, leaving them behind just on the cusp of release. He wonders if he was going to be punished for almost breaking out of his binds. His cock twitched in anticipation.

“Tobi,” she purred as she wasted no time in pumping him. She did the same teasing number on him except she refused to put his whole cock in her mouth.

“Sakura! P-please” he began to beg, grinding his teeth for playing right into her trap.

“Sorry Tobi, you almost broke the rules,” she said with a wink before she stopped pumping him before his release. Tobirama slumped against the bindings, sweat dripping down his body. He could feel the other males’ frustration as well, feuling his own. She crawled her way over to Izuna.

Izuna POV

Once Sakura made her way in front of him, he licked his lips and smiled.

“You look good like this, Sakura-sama, ” he said huskily. Sakura’s eyes sparkled and she smiled up at him. 

“Mm, you get a reward for that,” she purred as she began to suck him off. He was not prepared at seeing her gather her own juices to smear on his cock and having her squeeze her breasts around it. “C’mon now Izuna, don’t be shy,” she cooed.

“NNngh,” he groaned as she squeezed her breasts around his cock harded. He thrust his hips forward, gritting his teeth at his bindings for not allowing him the full range of motion he so desperately needed. He could hear the other males struggling as all they could do was watch. Her gaze never left his, her eyes shining with lust as he chased his own pleasure. And just like the others, she made sure she let go before he could explode.

“Kami, Sakura, you are cruel,” he wheezed. She stood up and smiled at him, wiping away the moisture from between her breasts before walking back to Hashirama. She whispered something against his ears again, and they watched as he let himself out of his binding. Sakura led him towards the middle of the room and made him lie down, their eyes widening when he let his mokuton bind him once again. Sakura turned and smirked at the rest of them before standing over his head and slowly bringing herself down on Hashirama’s face, his mouth right on her core as she faced towards them. Izuna focused on her face and the way her eyes clouded with pleasure, her mouth opening into a silent “O” as Hashirama ate her out, his sharingan recording all of it. 

Slowly, she hinged forward and brought Hashirama’s cock in her mouth, and Izuna swore he could cum just from watching. 

Madara POV

Madara’s muscles were coiled so tight, his entire body was covered in sweat as he watched the lewd scene in front of him. His nostrils flared as he fought for every ounce of control he has not to break out of his binding and grabbing the pinkette to punish her for her teasing and fucking her senseless. No, he will let her do this, as much as it literally pains him to. He cursed as he felt a bit of his control slip when she crawled forward and began to ride Hashirama, still facing them. Luckily, she seemed to not be paying much attention and missed the sound of one of his bindings cracking. He was in a trance as he watched her breasts bounce and her eyes roll to the back of her head as she chased her own pleasure. When both Sakura and Hashirama finally came undone, he heard the words he’s been waiting to hear. 

“Unbind Madara next,” she said in between breaths as she leaned back against Hashirama’s chest. Hashirama had let himself free and  sat up to hug her from behind, holding her form against him tightly. Madara’s lips slowly turned up into a dangerous smirk. Before she could blink, he was by her side, hands on her throat and forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes widened.

“You played a dangerous game, teasing us, Sa-ku-ra, ” he growled. “Are you sure you’re ready for the consequences?” He could feel her pulse quicken against his palms as he tightened his hold on her throat. He chanced a peek towards Hashirama, and without words, they knew exactly what the other wanted. Hashirama hooked his arms under Sakura’s thigh and leaned back, his half-erect cock slipping out of her. Sakura let out a small gasp.

“Look at you,” Madara growled. He bent down to spread her lips wider, watching as the mixture of Hashirama’s and her cum dripped out of her and down to her thighs. The two bound males could be heard fighting against their bindings. 

“I think you need to be filled just a tad more,” he chuckled as he pulled her up roughly to her feet, his hands moving to the back of her neck as he maneuvered them in front of the other two males that were still bound. 

“You like this, Sakura? You like the fact that you were in control? That you could tease us with that wicked mouth of yours? Hmm? Do you them to watch me fuck you, knowing they can’t do anything?” He pulled her hair back as he growled the dirty talk in her ear. Sakura was breathing heavily now, her chest heaving from the anticipation.

“Answer me,” Madara said, his other hand wrapping around her chest to squeeze roughly at her breast.

“A-aah, yess! Yes, I like it. Please, fuck me, punish me for teasing you, p-please,” she begged. Madara’s smile grew as he forcefully pushed her down on her arms and knees, his palms flat against her upper back. He kept pushing until her face was on the floor and her ass was fully on display for him. Slowly, he rubbed one cheek before his hands made contact, the sound of the slap and Sakura’s scream mixing together throughout the room. He did the same to the other cheek before thrusting his hips forward and began fucking her like he promised. It didn’t take long for Sakura to orgasm, but Madara wasn’t done yet. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he carried her up, moving her body as if she weighed nothing.

Izuna POV

Madara made his way towards him, locking eyes with his brother. Foregoing Sakura’s stupid rules, he broke out of his bindings and grabbed a hold of Sakura’s thighs, forcing them to wrap around his middle. Without hesitation, he lifted her up and brought her down on his cock, groaning at the sensation of finally being inside of her. He brought her down over and over on his shaft, relishing at the way she screamed his name with every thrust. Izuna gripped her ass cheeks tightly, watching as his brother positioned himself behind Sakura. He slowed down his pace enough so that he could push himself in. Izuna cursed when he felt Sakura squeeze them tightly, her moans so close to his ears. Before the brothers could begin to move, they heard the sound of breaking wood and turned to the side to see Tobirama breaking out of his own binding.

The brothers briefly locked eyes with the white haired senju, then towards each other before they nodded and began to move in sync without having to share any words. Madara wrapped his arms around Sakura’s waist and pulled her to his chest, his cock still fully impaled in her ass. Madara found a spot to sit on one of the wooden vines and leaned back, pulling Sakura’s legs towards him. 

Tobirama POV

Tobirama walked forward, his hands grabbing a hold of Sakura’s chin as he leaned forward.

“You know what to say if it’s too much,” he whispered near her ear. Sakura nodded softly. Tobirama’s nostrils flared as he positioned himself and slammed inside of her, setting a fast pace from the start. Sakura screamed as both Madara and Tobirama fucked her roughly. Tobirama turned to Izuna, gesturing for him to come over. Izuna stepped forward, maneuvering so that he could slowly inch his cock inside her, together with Tobirama’s.

Tobirama grit his teeth at the sensation of having Izuna’s cock rub against his own as it fought for space inside Sakura’s core. It was a very tight fit, with the three of them taking up her holes. In his peripheral, he could see Hashirama touching himself, his eyes glued to where they were all connected.

“She has one more hole you could use,” he said, his voice rough. Hashirama locked eyes with his brother and smirked. He made his way over, climbing the wood his mokuton had created to align his cock near Sakura’s mouth. 

“Shit, it’s tight,” he heard Izuna curse. Tobirama nodded. Once Izuna was fully sheathed, they began to move. Sakura gasped as the three of them began to find a rhythm, their speed increasing as they each chased their own pleasure.

“Open your mouth, Sakura. Don’t leave Anija hanging,” he growled as he pinched one of her nipple. Sakura blinked her eyes open and obliged, opening her mouth wide to take Hashirama’s cock into her mouth. Together, the four of them fucked her senseless, their bodies moving as one until Sakura reached her climax. She had stopped sucking Hashirama due to her shaking and screaming from her orgasm.

“Fuck” “Kuso” “Shit” “Nnngh”

The four males followed soon after, with the three of them filling her insides with their cum, and Hashirama ejaculating on Sakura’s chest. For a moment, noone moved as they tried to catch their breath.

“Shit, Sakura?” Tobirama said, his tone tinged with a hint of worry. 

“She passed out,” Izuna chuckled as he pulled himself out of her. Tobirama and Madara followed suit and pulled out as well, with Madara cradling Sakura’s unconscious body against him. He tucked a hair behind her ear, his brows furrowed until they all heard her soft snoring. 

All four males let out a chuckle before they cleaned her up and got ready for bed. 

“By the way, Hashirama, I felt what you did there, with the binds” said Izuna. 

“If it wasn’t for that, I’m sure I would’ve been “punished” earlier. I could’ve sworn I broke through the first time,” Madara chuckled.

“Yet you let her hear me break mines and let her punish me? Anija…” Tobirama grumbled. 

“Sorry Tobi, I got distracted and couldn’t regrow my mokuton in time before Sakura heard it. At least the punishment wasn’t that bad,” Hashirama said. Tobirama just glared at him.

“You think Sakura noticed?” Izuna asked noone in particular.

“Not sure, but I think it’s best we not let her find out, just in case she decides to do this again,” Hashirama said, a twinkle in his eyes. The other males nodded.

Sakura sighed in her sleep with smile on her face 

THE END