AN: I've had people message me to do a epilogue for this story and I've finally gave in. It might not be much, but this is the aftermath of the destruction of Konoha. Enjoy.

~*EPILOGUE*~

Months had passed by in a blur for Sakura as she tried to readjust to her current situation. Madara, the insane one from her present, had destroyed Konoha and enslaved the world. The Hidden Villages tried to fight back, but with decades of experience and jutsus under his belt, Madara took them down in minutes,

She was kept by his side through it all.

Every but of death and destruction was seen by her eyes as Madara kept her on a invisible leash. Sakura had tried to fight back, to stop his unholy reign, but he had a counter for every one of her moves.

Her escape attempts seemed to amuse him on most occasions, but once they started to involve her being injured or even dead, he used her friends against her. Ino, Shikamaru, Tenten, Hinata, Kiba, Temari, and Lee was kept underground away from her. They were safe, but only if she stopped her attempts to get away from him.

Eventually, beautiful seals were burned into her flesh that stopped her from ever opposing him. They swirled around her ankles, wrists, neck, forehead, and back. Making it seem more like shimmering jewelry on her limbs and wings on her back. Of course, only he saw the wings. Nobody was allowed to see her but himself, he claimed that no one was worthy to even be in her general area unless he allowed them. He never allowed them, not even her friends.

Madara seemed to have everything about their life together planned out. At night, after he showed her how much he 'loved' her, he would tell her the tale of how this came to be.

After he was sent back to the past, he had spent every waking moment training in order to become stronger to protect her better than he did. It was only after Izuna mentioned the long wait did he realize that he would be dead by then. Not knowing what else to do, he split his training time in order to find a way back to the future; To her.

Time travel, even though he was proof it was possible, was out of his grasp. The time needed just to study the mechanics of such a jutsu, that didn't even exist yet, was years beyond what his life expectancy. Of course, time was nothing when one didn't age.

It was through sheer consequence that he found a jutsu that made him immortal, the old Uchiha archives can be useful after all. It was a long process, and included pain he had never imagined, but it was worth it to see his cherry blossom again.

Slowly, as the years passed, so did his plans. He remembered the future he was in and every time he would shake with rage and jealousy. Everywhere he went, he remembered the pests that would hang around his Sakura. The people that took her time away all because she was a great healer. The so-called 'Hokage' that ordered her about. But the one he remembered the most was the blonde haired brat that laid claim to her before ever did. He was the one that loved her the most, not the gaki. HE was the one who grew stronger just so she may stay safe. HE was the ONE who was FORCABLY TAKEN from her before he was ready TO GO!

...but, it is of no matter.

Once he reached the right time frame, he would watch over her until he could set his plan into the final act.

And watched he did. He mentioned to her at random times at how she was a cute child and how their children will have her beauty and his strength. Even now, as her belly is swollen with the first of their family, he whispers the future he sees for them. Her eyes would gaze out dully to watch the red sky and black clouds as he talked. The infinite Tsukiyomi that was cast on the moon enslaved the world and cast a permanent shadow over the Earth and her heart.

Her fingers softly combed through his wild yet soft mane of hair as she hummed out a little tune. Her world was gone, along with the ones she loved, and there was no escape from the insane god-like man that forced her life to the length of his own. His obsessive love had burned it's way to her heart and forced it to love him as well. There would be no escape for her whether it was the sweet embrace of death or the freedom of distance between them.

He was her captor, demon, protector, and lover. He was hers forever, but she had always been his.