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"That doesn't work on me."
Sasuke stared down at the pink haired girl, his hand stilled. The spinning in his sharingan eyes slowing down. Sakura has always been a smart girl, quick to figure out if she was in a genjutsu, and even quicker to break it. But to resist a genjutsu powered by the sharingan? It's practically impossible.
As observant as ever, Sakura reads Sasuke's silent language. She shruggs. "I've built up a tolerance against genjutsu. Most genjutsu doesn't work fully unless I allow it. The sharingan however has never worked on me, even when we were twelve."
Sasuke's hand moves again, this time knocking the kunai out of Sakura's hand. Sakura puts up a fight, but one precise move to her knee throws her off balance. Sasuke uses that to wrestle her to the ground. Pinning her with his body one hand trails up the back of her head to grab her hair. This forces her to look him in the eyes.
Mangekyou sharingan activated Sasuke waited.
And waited.
And waited.
"It won't work."
Sasuke knocked Sakura out.
"The sharingan doesn't work?!" Obito raged.
Sasuke stepped in front of the still knocked out medic. Blocking her from Obito's view, but this shift gave Madara a perfect view of her face.
Was it a Haruno thing? To be able to resist the Uchiha clan's infamous eyes?
Madara studied the girl closer.
This Sakura held a great resemblance to his Haruka, most notably her pink hair. Haruka wore it longer though and always had a hair ornament in it. His eyes glance down at the girl's back. It's been years since Madara seen an empty Haruno circle but it looked off to Madara without the Uchiha fan inside.
"We should just kill her! End this problem right now!" Obito stepped closer.
"No!"
Sasuke and Obito turned, surprised to hear Madara give out the same growl as Sasuke.
"We'll find a way to control her," Madara decided. "The Haruno girl will give the Uchiha clan renewed strength."
Sasuke stepped closer to her, this time blocking Madara's view. As Madara suspected when he first saw Sasuke with the girl.
No other clan loved quite like the Uchiha. Even in this twisted form Sasuke feels.
Madara returned hours later, a cloth covered object in his hands. Sasuke sat on the other side of the room while the girl still slept. Sasuke barely glanced up at him as he cleaned his word, his strokes of the sharpening stone were deliberately slow and precise. Madara could read the silent threat for what it was.
"There was only one other person who could resist the sharingan." Madara said as laid the object on the table. Slowly he unwrapped the cloth. "Believe it or not she was a Haruno too."
Sasuke narrowed his eyes. "What happened to her?"
The object was revealed to be a hair ornament. It was created to resemble the outline of the Uchiha fan. A grip in the middle of the circle where the white meets red. If one were to remove the sheathe at the bottom they would reveal the knife hidden inside of it.
"I married her."