《••To Love an Uchiha••》 {Madara Uchiha Love Story}

1.8: What Can Go Wrong?

Shoving his hands in his pocket, Madara blushes slightly and kept his face blank. Walking into the flower shop ran by a certain Yamanaka, he never expected himself to ever walk into a shop so...feminine, but here he was. It seemed he found himself doing bazaar thing when it came to Lulu. Turning to examine the various flowers, he recalled that Lulu liked yellow roses....but then again, he wanted to get the red roses that represented love. Pursing his lips in thought, Ino stops talking to Sakura for a moment and freezes, watching the Uchiha.

Her eyes widened in shock as she began to get in position to attack, but she quickly stopped herself. It was under strict rule not to attack him. The blonde never understood the reason, but she couldn't go against the hokage's words. "S-Sakura..." The Yamanaka says in a hush voice. Shakily pointing at the male, Sakura looks at Madara and sighs. She was of course told of the matter immediately after Naruto had blabbed about it. The pink haired woman was furious, but Kakashi made his rule clear as day lights. She couldn't help but think the pervy male had something under his sleeves...he seemed to be having a bit too much fun with this. Tch, damn hokage...

Placing her hand under her chin, she mutters back, "Yeah...appearantly Lulu is looking over him..." Glancing up from her magazine she had been reading to have her green orbs flicker from Madara to Ino, she returned her attention back to the pictured book. "I don't understand why she'd kept him for so long..." It not only confused her, but the rest if the village. Why would a citizen keep someone who purposely tried to take over the world for his own selfish matters? It was clear the rest of them weren't fond of the subject, hell. Some people left their homes for a safer environment.

Frowning, Ino straightens her back. "And he hasn't even cause a hint of trouble...weird..." It caused her to be paranoid. She was suspicious of him. She couldn't believe that the Uchiha had kept down for so long after his attempt of consuming the world. She swallowed thickly at the feeling of hatred she harvest from her dead father. He had died because of him. Of course she wasn't going to just let it pass by like it was nothing. Her father along with others died for the war that he caused. The Uchiha who had been standing less than a feet from her.

"What's weirder is that he's in a flower shop." They exchanged a look.

Turning to look at Ino, Madara blushes slightly and clears his throat. "U-um...hello. I would like to request some help." He was stammering. If the world wasn't ending then it is now. Madara cursed himself for feeling such an emotion. It felt weird and...unfamiliar to him.

Blinking at the male, Ino glances at the pink haired woman and went from behind the desk. Keeping her guard up, she looks up at him and askes, "How may I help you?" Her eyes narrowed and she placed her clenched fist behind her back. Sakura can clearly see how much her friend was struggling to be in the same room as the murder, so she kept a close eye on the pair. If anything was to happen, she would be there quickly.

Pointing to the flowers, he says, "I need your opinion." She nods stiffly which came unnoticed by the raven haired male. He didn't expect any other reaction to be honest. He's been given this treatment since he got to the damned village. Not that he cared anyway, he was merely bored with the repetitive behavior. "You see, this...this woman I'm getting these flowers for likes yellow roses...but, that represents friendship and I want to be more than friends."

Ino blinks up at him, surprised. It had caught her off guard to say the least. She wasn't expecting...that. but, then again, she also wasn't expecting him to be alive again and walk into her flower shop. She looked over her shoulder at Sakura to see her brows raised surprised as well. More than friends... well, that was unexpected to say the least. Turning back to the Uchiha, she gave a slight, tight smile. "Ah, I see." Grabbing both of the colored roses, watching him from the corner of her seafoam green eyes as she organizes it with the red on the outside, the yellow on the inner, and a single pink in the center. "So, you'll have both. Friendship is great in the relationship."