Your Tuesday Taste...
Hello my lovelies,
Here is a little excerpt from the Madara x Sakura story I’ve been working on. I’m nearly halfway through and it’s almost 11k words. So hopefully this will quench your thirst... for now.
Happy reading 💋
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Despondent, she leaned back against a tree, her dress pooling around her frame, hugging her like a blanket of remembrance. Forcing her tired eyes open, Sakura watched the clouds above slowly drift by.
“How appropriate,” she scoffed, her voice cracking with emotion.
They keep moving on, while I'm stuck here. By myself.
As the sun began to set, Sakura pulled her knees up to her chest, sniffling as she hugged them tightly. Alone in the thicket of cherry trees, she sat, the distant roar of the waterfall lulling her to sleep. She was tired of thinking, wishing for sleep to find her quickly, thus releasing her from the confines of her own mind.
A fire's flame heated her face, its gentle warmth causing her exposed skin to tingle. Listening to the crackling of embers, Sakura felt cozy and safe, humming appreciatively as she pulled the blanket up to her chin.
When did I climb into bed?
Drowsy lids struggled to open themselves, but even through her blurry vision, Sakura could tell she was unfamiliar with her surroundings. Immediately on guard, she popped up, scanning the interior of the dark, cave-like room she found herself in. She wasn't sure how she got here, or where 'here' was, but she was positive she didn't get there by herself.
Sitting up, she swung her feet down to the floor, sitting on the edge of the cushioned sofa in front of the stone fireplace. Squinting her jade orbs, she used the dim light of the fire to get a better visual of her environment. Sloughing off the blanket that had covered her, Sakura realized she was still in her wedding kimono, swallowing at the reminder of what had initially brought her so far from the village.
A clap of thunder reverberated through the stone walls that encapsulated her, its sudden rumble causing her to flinch. Slipping a hand under her dress, she retrieved the kunai hidden on her thigh holster, gripping the handle firmly as she slowly stood, ready for action. With the fire being the only source of light, it was easy to see the sides of the dungeon-like room, but the ends were too dark to estimate its depth accurately.
“Put down your weapon,” a dark voice called out to her from the shadows.
“Why would I do that?” Sakura responded firmly, tightening her grip around the kunai as she strained to see through the pitch black cavern.
“Trust me. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't be awake right now.”
“Why should I believe you?” she answered sternly.
“There's a storm outside,” the deep voice reflected from the depths of the cave.
“So?”
“Do you think I'd save a sleeping person from a storm if I had any ill will towards them?”
Sakura knew he was right, the fact that he had carried her to wherever they were now and took the time to cover her by the fire was proof enough that she was not in any immediate danger. But it didn't mean she had to trust this faceless person. He remained hidden, which made her think he had something to hide. Deciding to drop her weapon for now, she re-sheathed her kunai, her eyes never leaving the dark corner where the voice was coming from.
“So, why bring me here? What do you want?”
“Call me curious,” the man remarked cryptically.
“Curious... about?”
“About the crest you are wearing.”
“It's the Uchiha crest,” she admitted suspiciously, knowing it was one of the most famous family crests. Even civilians from other villages knew of this crest, it was no secret.
“I'm well aware,” the voice responded, intense and edged with its own suspicion. “I'm just curious as to why someone who is not an Uchiha would wear it.”
“Why would you assume I'm not an Uchiha?” Sakura clipped, wondering what this guy's deal was.
“I know you're not.”
