First attempt - plz be nice!

Out of all the people who Sakura did not wish to see, Madara was the one she wanted to see the least. Ever since she was a kid, Madara always seemed to sneak into her playdates with Sasuke and Naruto. He'd intruded in several hide-and-seek games when they were in elementary school. In middle school, Sakura could remember even now, Madara would steal Sasuke's seat at Ichiraku's whenever he got up to use the bathroom even though Naruto, Sasuke, and she kept telling him they'd prefer if he didn't show up to their dinners. In high school, Madara infiltrated their homeroom class and pretended to be a teacher for half a day. In college, he "serenaded" the three on several friday nights exactly at 9:30 pm with his electric guitar. In medical school … well, in medical school he left Sakura alone. Admittedly, a lot of his pranks were funny, but she was going to get an earful from Sasuke if he ever found out that she'd interacted with his uncle.

Yet here the infamous uncle was. In her waiting room.

"What do you want," she sighed, pointedly flipping through the papers on her clipboard. "I'm busy."

The man before her smirked. "I'm here for my annual checkup." He began stripping off his jacket in the middle of her clinic's waiting room. Several pairs of eyes snapped to his flexed back. Sakura hated to acknowledge it, but Madara had a very athletic body and it was easy to see; he was wearing a tank top under his jacket.

"Oh god," Sakura rolled her eyes. Did he really have to do this in the waiting room? "Would you hurry up?" She gestured at the hallway behind her.

"Of course," he replied smoothly, slipping through the door.

"Last room."

Silently, the pink-haired doctor followed her patient into a room at the end of the hall, and she let the door shut behind her. "Today I'll be doing a blood test, and I'll be taking some measurements - the usual," she said. "Let's get this over with. Here, stand on the scale."

She flipped to a fresh sheet and scrawled 'Madara Uchiha' across the top. Firmly, she set her eyes on the number in front of her, paying no attention to Madara's antics.

"It's all muscle," he drawled, gesturing to his arms and abs.

Sakura smacked his hand aside after recording his weight. "I'm going to record your height now."

She reached up to lower the ticker on the height rod, but her hand couldn't quite reach. A large, calloused hand slid past hers to easily lower the ticker to the top of a black mane. Sakura brushed away the tiny flutter in her heart. Dammit, the man was attractive, but she was going to keep things professional.

"I got it," the patient said smoothly. "5 foot 8."

The doctor clicked her pen and scribbled in the numbers, afterwards methodically scanning through the remaining blanks. She reached into a cabinet and produced a sphygmomanometer.

"I'm going to record your blood pressure now." She moved to wrap the device's strap around his arm, but before she did, she sighed exasperatedly. "Stop flexing."

They sat in silence as the whirring noise of the device filled the room. The strap inflated, allowing Sakura to record the number. She looked at it, a crease forming between her eyebrows.

"Your blood pressure seems to be a little high. Have you been eating and sleeping alright?"

"I'd be eating and sleeping better if you stayed with me," Madara winked.

"God, you're so embarrassing."

Drawing blood was next.

"Sit," she commanded, motioning to the chair in the corner. He did just this, laying his arm on the table beside him. He watched Sakura lower herself into the swivel chair beside him with interest. Skillfully, she wrapped a tourniquet on him, cleaned off a spot on his arm, and drew out a needle from a nearby drawer. She did her best to ignore the prying, obsidian eyes as she positioned the needle above his skin. She could feel her cheeks glowing at this. Just as she was about to stick the needle in…

"Wanna go on a date?"

Immediately, Sakura fumbled with the needle in her hands and her knee slammed into the bottom of the table, rattling the supplies on top. She coughed violently into her sleeve. Her heart began racing and heat rushed up her chest and into her cheeks. Her brain blanked. She stared at a spot on the floor tiles to refocus herself and took deep, shaky breaths.

That came out of nowhere!

Yes. She had always thought Madara was attractive. Yes. Madara might have played some annoying pranks that got on her nerves, but Sakura could very clearly recall several moments in which he'd taken a genuine interest in her emotions. There were several occasions, in fact, in which he'd made her laugh, smile, or blush; he'd let her borrow his shoulder while she was crying over the ending of a sappy soap drama. Also, yes, she knew that they had similar interests when it came to books, movies, and martial arts. Her face scrunched up at these thoughts.

"That's adorable," Madara snickered. He leaned in and offered a handsome smile. His breath ghosted over her warm cheeks. "How about it, hm?"

As quickly as she could manage, Sakura recollected herself and put on her poker face. Wordlessly, she plunged the needle into Madara's arm before she could lose focus and drew out blood, pushing the hiccup out of her brain. She had a job to do.

Concentrate.

With precision, she removed the needle and quickly stuck a band-aid on his arm, making very little effort to be gentle. Yet, she floundered with the tourniquet. The darn thing just wouldn't untie.

That was when Madara reached over and unwrapped the tourniquet from his arm. He placed it into her hands, and she could swear that the tips of his fingers lingered for a second longer than it should have on her palms. Her heart skipped a beat at this, and she quickly - angrily, even - jumped out of her chair and stomped towards the door, blood sample in hand.

"I'll be back," she growled. "Don't. Move."

She slammed the door shut and began banging her forehead on the wall. Maybe this was just another one of Madara's pranks. Maybe this was some kind of sick bet with Sasuke. Maybe he just wanted to mess with her and get a reaction. Yeah that was probably it.

Don't get so excited, she reminded herself. I'm sure he's just trying to annoy me. Just like those pranks he used to pull.

She regained her composure and handed off the blood sample to her intern, who had heard the loud thumping.

"ARGHH!" Sakura smacked her head in her hands in frustration as she pressed her back against the wall.

Why did he have to invite me on a date!? He completely just …. URGH!

Every time Sakura thought she was above Madara's uber-confident, suave personality, she realized she wasn't soon after. For a few minutes, she tried reinforcing that Madara wasn't serious about the date, but a creeping giddiness overtook her. Not even knowing that Sasuke might lecture her could dampen the hope swelling in her chest.

"Ms. Haruno?"

She immediately stopped pulling at her hair and turned to face her intern, who shyly handed her Madara's blood test.

"Ahem … Thank you." She plucked the papers from her intern's hands and took a deep breath after reading the numbers.

You can do this.

She shut her eyes and pulled open the door.

"Madara, I have your results. Everything appears to be normal, but … MADARA UCHIHA, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Her cheeks flushed angrily and her head swirled in a daze at the sight of Madara unbuttoning his jeans. His jacket and tank top were tossed carelessly over the exam table, and his thumbs were stuck through through his belt loops provocatively. A sly smirk slid over his lips.

"I've been having pains all over my body. I wanted some professional advice."

Embarrassed, Sakura fixed her eyes upon the wall and away from Madara's sculpted body. Normally, she wouldn't have any problems with seeing shirtless men, but Madara had completely caught her off guard.

"Can't you do that with your clothes on!? At least warn me next time!"

She stood in silence for a moment before she felt a presence right in front of her. A warm hand clasped hers and guided it up a bare chest. Madara's large hand secured Sakura's slimmer hand over his beating heart.

Sakura swore that she was the color of a tomato in that moment. Her jaw slackened in shock. Her eyes shot from the toned chest to Madara's obsidian eyes, which shone with passion.

"My problem… is that I have chest pains when I think of you." She could feel his steady heartbeat quicken beneath her fingertips. Blush dusted Madara's cheeks as he used his free hand to brush a stray strand of hair out of Sakura's face.

"Do you know how to heal this?" His voice was laced with anguish.

His eyes seemed to search her heart. At the same time, his soul was laid bare for her to witness. She could see his desire. She could see his frustration. She could see his sincerity.

Shock. Confusion. Joy. Anxiety. Anger. These emotions flooded Sakura's mind all at once. It had all happened so suddenly, she didn't know how to react.

Before she could register how she truly felt, her mind quickly succumbed to darkness, and her legs gave out from beneath her.

"Sakura? Can you hear me?"

A familiar, deep voice filled the darkness. It was colored with worry. Her name continued to echo in hushed whispers. In a way, it was comforting. Her entire body was blanketed with warmth, and the tenderest of fingers stroked her cheek. She could feel herself leaning into the caress. A faint chuckle ensued.

"Sakura … I'm going to kiss you if you don't wake up right now."

What?

Emerald eyes snapped open as a fist flew forward out of instinct. A cold sweat ran down her spine as she felt that her punch was caught.

"Geez, you still hit like a tank," Madara chuckled. He was leaned over her on the exam table (thankfully, clothed), towel in hand. His other hand had a firm grip on her fist. "Are you alright? You were out for a few minutes."

She tentatively retracted her fist before rubbing her temples in exhaustion. "I'm ok … what hap-" She stopped, eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly, everything that had happened before she passed out came rushing back into her mind. Heat engulfed her body.

Oh my god, she screamed internally, refusing to meet Madara's eyes. So much for keeping things professional.

A moment of silence passed between them before Sakura dared speak.

"W-were you serious?" She timidly glanced in Madara's direction. "About what you said?"

He held her gaze and nodded, his face completely serious. "Yes." The Uchiha replied without hesitation.

Upon hearing his reply, Sakura sat up and exhaled loudly. This was it. Today, she was going to die of excitement.

"I guess … I guess Ilikeyoutoo," she blurted out, crossing her arms and glaring at the floor. She tried to ignore the flushing in her cheeks.

Dammit, brain.

"What was that?" He placed a hand on her waist. The other tilted her chin upwards, forcing her to confront him. Clearly, Madara was having a lot of fun with the situation.

Sakura's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Her tongue was dry. "I like you too," she coughed out. "A lot."

"Good," Madara smirked. Slowly - carefully - he closed the distance between them and planted a light kiss on her lips. Sakura's breath hitched, but she refused to admit that she wanted the man to kiss her harder. "Dinner tonight at 7, then?" His lips brushed over hers softly.

"...Ok."

He pulled away, a content smile on his face. "I'll pick you up. Dress nicely. I'll see you later." He leaned in to kiss her on her forehead before turning around and striding out.

Indeed, today, Sakura was going to die of excitement.

She almost didn't hear her cell phone going off. Bewildered by the sudden noise, she blinked rapidly before pulling it out of her pocket and fumbling to press the call button.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sakura, I just wanted to warn you that my uncle's heading over to your clinic."

"Yeah, I just finished …" Green eyes remained glued to the door, and the beginning of Sasuke's rant fell on deaf ears.