Rebirth [MADASAKU FIC]

Messenger

"I want to die."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"Well, you can't."

"I can't."

"Yeah."

Madara remained silent as his mind churned slowly, attempting the process the events that had occurred that day.

He had arrived at the village with his family, only for his father to immediately announce the amazing news.

"Attention!" He bellowed, making Madara visibly flinch. "My eldest son has awakened his Sharingan." He grinned wolfishly as the applause from the crowd around them began. Madara cringed, wanting to shrink into the shadows and run very far away.

Tajima then walked his two sons home before excusing himself to do more work, quite obviously in a better mood than he was yesterday.

Madara made a beeline for his room, looking to avoid the praise of this mother and the worried eyes of his brother. Sitting alone in his room, drowning in his despair, is what brought him to this conversation with Sakura.

"Ok, so what are you going to do."

"Hm?"

"What, did you think I would let you sit here and feel sorry for yourself for the next ten years? No. You gotta fix this. Find Hashirama and say you're sorry."

"I can't. You know this. After this incident, my dad and brother are going to be keeping a close eye on me, and now that the village knows about my eyes, I'm going to be watched 24/7."

Sakura remained silent for a moment, thinking. "You can't, but I can."

"What."

An hour and about twenty attempts of later, Sakura was out of Madara's head and rushing through the route through the forest that she had memorized. Sure, she was happy to be out of Madara's head, absolutely ecstatic, but she had a mission: figure out where the Senju camp was, sneak in, find Hashirama, and wing it from there.

As she reached the usual meeting spot, she climbed up a rather tall tree, which was a bit awkward with bare feet and a loose white dress. Sakura stood on one of the top branches, expanding her sensing range. There were a couple of small animals here and there and she felt the chakra signatures of the Uchiha village a few miles behind her. Her brows furrowed as she expanded her reach a little further, catching the outskirts of what seems to be the Senju settlement a couple of miles southeast.

Getting there was easy. Once she had gotten a little closer, she was able to confirm that it was the Senju village by locating Hashirama's chakra signature somewhere near the middle. The difficult part would be getting in and talking to Hashirama without him freaking out.

They were at war, so of course, the clan would be on high alert. Remaining in the shadows, Sakura muted her signature and lurked in the outskirts of the camp for a couple of minutes. She watched as the guards rotated around the perimeter. As soon as there was an opening, Sakura cast a quick cloaking genjutsu on herself–just for extra protection–and was in. Slipping into the village, Sakura modified the genjutsu from cloaking to disguise, making her hair and eyes a dark shade of brown. Her white dress melted into a ninja uniform consistent with what others in the village were wearing, paired with sandals on her feet.

Weaving her way through the people in the village, not making eye contact, Sakura headed towards the all too familiar chakra signature belonging to Hashirama. She arrived at a small house near the middle of the settlement. She slipped into the dark alley between houses and let her genjutsu melt away. She needed to preserve her chakra for what she was about to do next–just in case he put up a fight.