Chapter 3: The Mission

It has been 2 months since meeting Madara and unfortunately for Sakura she couldn't get him out of her mind. She tried texting him on 3 different occasions and she was met with cold silence. She even tried returning to the bistro but he just vanished.

So now here she was in her best friend's apartment bringing a peace offering of organic tomatoes from WF which cost her much more than she was willing to pay for damn tomatoes. Just to get a lead at where his damn uncle is hiding at.

"You want to know about who? Because of what?" Sasuke's face scrunched up in confusion and mild disturbance once he realized what his best friend was talking about.

"Ugh, you want met to repeat myself or should I just wait until you process my words properly? It's not that bad Sasuke! We didn't even-" Sakura was interrupted by Sasuke standing up and pacing.

"I'll give you his damn address. HELL his fucking work address. His fucking phone number and his car's color, year, make and model if you wouldn't go into any other detail than that." He had his hands up gesturing her to stop while looking pale really not wanting to know anymore, horrified about what he would hear.

"Oh my god you perv! We literally just talked until my actual date came. Seriously, stop acting so repulsed. I just want to apologize and get to know him better. He's hot as hell."

Sasuke went over to his desk on the corner, grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled a few things down. Walking over to Sakura, he roughly handed her the paper while scowling. "Stop with that weird look you get when you talk about him then" making Sakura giggle. "Can't help it!"

Sakura read over the paper 'Huh? He lives all the way over in Harlem.'

Standing up, she flashed Sasuke a grin and kissed his cheek. "Well thanks babe! See ya when I see ya!" and proceeded to walk out his apartment like a woman on a mission, leaving Sasuke with a disgruntled look.

Shaking his head, he walked up to his door and locked it. He then walked back to his kitchen table and started putting the tomatoes away.

Madara couldn't get that pinked hair woman off his mind but he refused to be second place. He was sitting on his couch, watching a random action movie on tv. Taking a sip of his beer, he glared down at his phone. He received a few text messages from Sakura since their first and last meeting.

A few hours after the meeting with her, he received his first message from her and immediately saved her number. However, he couldn't get the image of her and Hashirama leaving the restaurant together, with his hand on the small of her back. He decided to ignore her then and deduced that she would forget about him in a day or two.

That unfortunately, had been a miscalculation on his end, because she had texted him a few times after that. The next few text messages he would have replied to but he was doing a short undercover sting and had his personal phone off the majority of the time.

Sakura: Hey Madara this is Sakura Haruno from the restaurant. Hashirama gave me your number, I hope you don't mind. I was wondering if we can continue our date?

Sakura: Do I have the correct number? Is this Madara Uchiha? If it is, text when you have the time. - Sakura H

Sakura: I thought we had a connection. I understand your anger but I really want to get to know you. Stop making me feel like a stalker!

Madara laid further down on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. He raised his phone up and reread her messages. 'Love sick puppy is not a good look Madara'. Still glaring at his phone, he pulled up her number and was just about to call her when he received another text from her. His eyebrows shot up.

Sakura: I'm 10mins away from your apartment.

Standing up, while staring down on his phone in confused shock he was left speechless. After regaining a bit of himself, he sat back down and looked around his apartment.

It was not as spotless as he left it. His beer on the coffee table, the condensation dripping down on the table, a few dishes in the sink from last night's dinner and a very light layer of dust on certain areas. He had just returned yesterday from the sting. Of course it wouldn't be up to his standard as usual.

Exhaling from his mouth, he proceeded to quickly rinse the dishes and put it away in the dish washer, found a coaster and put in under his beer, wiped obvious surfaces down as quickly as he could. Looking at his oven's clock, she should be here in 2 minutes.

(((BZZZZ)))

He walked over to his receiver and let her in the main door of his apartment building. He opened his door and waited for her by the elevators. He looked down at what he was wearing and silently cursed himself. A black FBI sweater and matching sweats with some black slides.

When she stepped out of the subway and walked back out on the streets, she waited until her phone got signal back and texted him one last time. Giving him ample warning that she was on her way to him. She refused to be ignored. After sending that texted, she pulled her shoulders back, straightened her back and strutted over to his apartment ready for whatever was to come.

She was slowly losing confidence the closer she got to his building. Her heels clicking, her hair slowly blowing through the light breeze and the speed she was going at.

She walked up to the building, looked for his name and clicked the buzzer to his room and held it. A second later, the front door buzzed indicating it was unlocked. She went in the elevator and pressed his floor.

As the elevator ascended, the more her nerves were getting the better of her. Her hands started shaking and the gritted her teeth. 'Buck up girl. If he doesn't want you, it's his fucking loss'. She held her head a little higher and when the elevator pinged, as the elevator door opened, her eyes immediately caught his on the other side.

Madara's eyes scanned her body up and down and smirked a little as he noticed her shiver a little from his attention. Black heels, skin tight jeans, a white button up shirt and a no nonsense look on her beautiful face.

"Do you not know how to work your phone old man?" Sakura said as she walked up to him with the confidence of a model on a runway.

Madara couldn't say anything but chuckle. Looking down at her with a slight smirk, his hands going on to her waist. Holding her in her spot while she glared up at him with a light frown marring her pink lips.

"Stop your pouting or I'll be tempted to bite those delectable lips Sakura" he crowed as he moved his face an inch away from hers.

Sakura tried backing up but he tightened his hold on her waist. She looked up at him through her lashes but she couldn't hold his gaze. It was too erotic. Too dominant. She looked down and away. Unconsciously exposing her smooth neck to him. "I thought we had something you know." She confessed, sounding small and sad.

Madara's expression looked regretful. He leaned down and kissed the pulse point on her neck. Kissing up behind her ear before whispering "I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do for you to forgive me?" and ran his nose on her neck, inhaling her delicious floral scent.

Sakura, regaining what sense she had left, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed. With a blush on her cheeks, she grabbed his face on both her hands and dragged him down for a fierce kiss. She didn't wait for him and plunged her tongue in his mouth, set an inappropriate rhythm outside of the bedroom and ended it with a gentle kiss to his lips. It was her turn to smirk at him.

His eyes were glazed over from the kiss. He looked like he wanted her then and there but she wanted him to work for it.

"Hmm, what IS something you can do for me to forgive you?" Sakura smiled up at him, rubbing her thumb to his lips, removing her lipstick from his.

"Would you like to come in for a while? Maybe talk?" He asked, gesturing her to his apartment, the door still open as he waited for her arrival.

"Don't mind if I do." She walked passed him and in his apartment.