Hello my dear readers!

For all intents and purposes, this is a pure-smut two-or-three-shot that will not likely turn into anything more. I'm just feeling in a smutty mood right now.

Hope it's received well. Rape/non-con, the usual. Enjoy!

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS NON-CONSENSUAL SEX. If you are offended, kindly turn away.

Apples and Oranges

Part One

"We're just too different, Ino," Sakura stated simply. "There's nothing that would attract him more to me than to you. We're just different."

Ino glared vehemently at her best friend. "Oh, really, Forehead? Then why does Sasuke-kun hang out more with you than with me?"

Sakura looked at Ino with innocent eyes, trying to pretend that she really had anything on the beautiful blonde, then frowned. "If you must know," she said glumly, no longer relishing her success at having spent more time with Uchiha Sasuke recently, "We've been assigned together as partners for tomorrow's mock-trial in Law & Economics. The only reason he agreed to be my partner is because I have the best grades in the class and his relative, some great-great uncle or something like that is coming to grade the class efforts. Whoever wins this contest gets an internship at the Senju and Uchiha law firm."

Ino just about glowed with glee at her friend's admission, but then quickly stopped herself in suspicion. "Who gets the job? Both of you?"

Sakura sighed wearily. "I don't know, Ino. I don't really care. You know my field is science, not law. I'm just helping a friend." It's too bad that's all he is and all he ever will be. She couldn't hide the look of disappointment on her face.

Ino, temporarily losing her triumphant expression, patted Sakura on the shoulder. "Hey. It just makes the playing field a bit more even, now that Sasuke-kun's spending more time with you. If he wasn't, he'd be spending all his time staring at me and you wouldn't get any attention at all."

Sakura bristled at the playful comment and Ino, seeing that her friend had risen to the bait, took off running with Sakura hot at her heels.

"I'm gonna kill you, Ino!"

It was a major headache, Uchiha Madara concluded, to even have considered going to his great-nephew's college for this ridiculous display of lack in court experience. However, Hashirama, who he begrudgingly respected, had told him it would be good for publicity and Tobirama had urged him to do so. Two always outvoted one, which was something Madara was learning to hate, and Madara hadn't exactly caved but told Hashirama that he required a week off in compensation. His firm partner had frowned, as it was a busy week that Madara had requested off, but with Madara threatening to pawn it off on a less-experienced intern, he had allowed for the deal to transpire.

Madara felt that his little victory hadn't exactly been hard won, so he had pushed for two weeks off from the exhausting labor, and delegated his next case to the brothers. This had caused an uproar, which Madara had felt liberated to walk away from, knowing that being the kind people they were would quickly take the loss as part of a business endeavor. He wasn't exactly sure why they were so keen on the class visit—then again, student interns were good for the firm and this proved a way to weed out the incompetent ones.

He had gracefully pointed out to Hashirama, when this was all started and their flimsy reasoning brought up, that all of the students might be incompetent and they would just be picking the smartest of the idiots.

Hashirama had scolded him for his insensitivity, but Madara had been unrepentant. Finally, Hashirama had given in, as long as Madara followed through with his part.

He'd scoffed. He was as reliable as they came and he knew it.

Frowning, Madara finished tying his tie and then headed for the black Lamborghini, which was parked and running in the driveway thanks to his brother, who had ordered it ahead of time. Blind as he was due to a terrible car accident, Izuna had decided that taking care of his older brother was a better pastime than reading brail and he wanted to prove his worth so that Madara would never send him to an assisted living home. Madara knew Izuna was insecure since the accident, but he also knew that he would never send Izuna to one of those decrepit places. No, Izuna belonged in the Uchiha compound, not with commoners.

"Good-bye, aniki," Izuna called, hearing Madara exit the mansion.

"Good-bye, Izuna."

Madara frowned, his mood sour as he got in the car and pulled out of the driveway to head to the college. It was a smaller college for upper high school. Most of the students there would be at least eighteen, so at least he wouldn't have to worry about any incredible amounts of annoying immaturity.

Frown deepening, his thoughts darkened as he remembered that he'd forgotten to call Suzuki Miya for a visit after this 'business endeavor,' as Tobirama had cheerfully put it. Stress tended to put Madara in a highly sexual mood. From his traditional upbringing in the Uchiha compound, he had learned a sort of misogyny from an early age. Women were utensils—delicate, beautiful utensils to perform specific tasks.

In most cultures these days, it wasn't so—women went to work and raised a family at the same time. But Madara preferred the docile woman, who would cook and clean, wait on him hand and foot and please him whenever he was in the mood. Suzuki Miya was one of these women, but she was sadly too old for his tastes and at the relatively young age of thirty-nine, he felt he should still have time in choosing a wife and preferably one that was young. Miya was forty-four and while it wasn't outright obvious, her age would show soon enough and then he'd be stuck with an ugly old gold-digger for a life partner, and that was not what he was searching for.

No, his playtime was not over yet. But Miya did give good massages and had plenty of experience in bed, so she suited for a quick fuck well enough.

Nonetheless, Miya usually required a day's advance because she had a niece who she often took care of and the older woman was very devoted to children. Another thing he didn't like, want or need—children. He was almost positive Miya would be hell-bent on having one with him come the opportunity.

She was too old, though, he comforted himself. Menopause would start soon, and then she wouldn't be able to get pregnant and they could lose the stupid condom.

Then again, would he even want to sleep with a woman that old?

Glancing at his GPS, Madara found he was just about at the college. Inhaling deeply, he mentally prepared himself to choose the best dunce out of all of them and then be on his merry way.

Good fucking riddance.

Sakura couldn't help but feel nervous. They were in a larger classroom designated for things such as this. She frowned, glanced as Sasuke, who looked at her expectantly. She handed him his portion of the project. While she had easily worked harder on it than he had, she was happy to let him bask in the glory of her work. She was busy enough—this would keep Sasuke happy, hopefully get her brownie points and she'd definitely get a good grade. Sakura had kicked ass at this project, she knew, and was happy to show it in a presentation.

The class waited patiently for Uchiha Madara to arrive, the relative Sasuke spoke so highly of. Sakura, despite her attraction to Sasuke, had learned a long time ago that men loved their bravado and from the way Sasuke talked about Madara based on his one-on-one conversations with the man, Madara simply adored his bravado.

Sakura rested her head in her hands impatiently. She had other homework, damnit, which she'd skimped on to help Sasuke with this project! She could feel the headache coming on. She still had chemistry, precalculus, a research paper…

"Sakura," Sasuke said, nudging her. It was almost directly after the door to the classroom opened. "He's here. Look a little more excited."

Sakura shot Sasuke a you're-telling-me-to-look-excited glare before glancing at the front of the classroom.

And rolled her eyes.

He was handsome, alright, flawlessly so. Signature Uchiha, right there—he could have been the clan's trademark, with his long black hair and inky black eyes. He was tall, older, well-built in that he obviously cared about his looks, and yet overall Sakura found him only marginally attractive.

It might have had to do with the fact that Sasuke sat right next to her and she was still too in love with him to really care about anyone else, or perhaps it concerned her that the man was very nearly, if not already in his forties, and she had no interest in lusting after someone over twice her age.

Gross, was her immediate thought. She watched Madara's eyes travel across the room, calculating, assessing, determining something. With her observant nature she noted how his eyes lingered on some of the more attractive females in the room—Midori Saya and Kuchiki Izori, to name the most sought-after.

Sakura noticed with slight disgust that the older girls were eyeing him right back.

Her eyes shifted from Izori's face and she immediately found him looking directly at her. She froze like a deer in the headlights and somehow she knew that he knew she'd been watching him.

Madara smirked fractionally before his eyes shifted from her and he continued his assessment of the classroom.

For some reason the way he'd looked at her made her very uncomfortable. It wasn't the smirk, although that certainly hadn't helped, so much as how deep his eyes were. There were fathoms of knowledge behind them, and for a second, Sakura just wanted to pry open his brain and drain all the wisdom out of him.

She mentally slapped herself. Now is not the time for knowledge-lust, she corrected herself. Nodding minutely to herself so that no one could see, she steeled herself into forgetting about Madara and focusing on the project—er, case—at hand.

"Hyuuga Neji and Hyuuga Hinata, please come forth to present your case."

Sakura distracted herself by looking on at the spectacle before her as her acquaintances Neji and Hinata took the stage.

It was half-time—the students were on break, as this class was taking up a double-period—and Madara was already exhausted.

He had been mostly right about his suspicions. Other than his great-nephew Sasuke and his partner, Haruno Sakura, the entire thing had been an absolute bore. He hadn't been aware that Sasuke knew so much about the forensics of the pseudo-case. When he'd concluded that the killer's M.O. hadn't actually been the knife but the poison, Madara had actually been impressed. It would have normally been a difficult case to solve, but knowing the killer's M.O. had made the 'questioning' easier and more fruitful when exercised.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sasuke and the girl, Sakura, arguing vehemently about something. The girl was getting red in the face and looked about to murder and Sasuke actually looked perturbed. Knowing his great-nephew, Sasuke getting riled up about something wasn't a frequent occurrence and Madara found himself interested in knowing what they were talking about. Madara began to approach them quietly, knowing that the moment he registered in sight Sasuke would clean up his act to impress him.

"You presented it all wrong," Sakura reprimanded, folding her arms over her chest. "You even said the poison's name wrong. You're lucky nobody noticed."

Madara smirked and paused. What was this?

"It's not my fault you handed me the hardest part of the case," Sasuke snapped, uncharacteristically showing anger. "How am I supposed to know those damned Latin phrases?"

Sakura snorted. "Like modus operandi? Look, Sasuke-kun, this is a BIG world we live in. It has BIG, non-Japanese words!" Her eyes comically widened as she mocked him. "Ooh, look, I've never see anything as big as planet Earth!" She pointed at the sky, making her point.

Madara chuckled to himself, not happy that Sasuke had obviously not done much of the work, but certainly amused by Sakura's harsh teasing. He watched them, from afar, and took note of Sakura with new interest. He'd caught her staring at him earlier, so he was almost certain she was interested in him, but as she had a less-than-ample chest and he was certainly an admirer of large breasts, he had overlooked her. Now she struck him in a new light.

Outweighing the factor of large breasts, he found himself interested in the little spitfire that she was…

"Sakura, seriously. Cut it out."

When Sasuke looked actually hurt, Sakura softened. "I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun. I just wanted to make sure you got the big part so you could impress—"

"Hello, Sasuke-kun," Madara decided to greet casually, as though he hadn't heard the entire conversation. He pretended not to notice Sakura, curious as to what her reaction at being ignored by him was.

"Hello, Madara-sama," Sasuke said politely. When Sakura said nothing, Madara glanced in her direction, secretly disappointed. She should have at least tried to say something. He wanted to see more of her personality—not only was it an amusing pastime, but for some reason, despite his innate dislike for all things feminist, her strong character found appreciation somewhere within him.

However, Sakura was looking at Sasuke. When she felt Madara's eyes on her for the split second, she looked up quickly to meet his gaze, silently letting him know that she knew he was there.

And that she didn't care.

Madara's face quirked into a frown but he turned back to Sasuke, who had begun talking. Once Madara responded to Sasuke, Sakura left, apparently seeing one of her friends from another class.

Nodding at Sasuke even though he was distracted by thoughts of Sakura, Madara tried to focus on his great-nephew. When he found himself glance in Sakura's direction, where she was speaking angrily with a tall, buxom, very attractive blonde, he realized that he was interested in her.

It irritated him, to say the least. When he'd been thinking about young earlier, he'd meant more so in the mid-to-late twenties range. Not barely twenty, if even that.

Strangely enough, that didn't seem to bother him as much as it should have.

"I'm sorry, Ino, but Sasuke-kun's probably gay for his uncle or whatever," Sakura spat. "He's absolutely obsessed with getting on his good side, and when I corrected him on his mistakes in the case presentation, he got all pissy and defensive!"

Ino frowned, disturbed by the news, but replied anyway, "Well, you were kind of reaming him out. I saw a little bit of it."

Sakura deflated. "I guess. But seriously. I think he's into his uncle." This caused Sakura to laugh, somewhat forced but when Ino laughed as well, the humor in it became real.

"I don't know, Sakura," Ino said after they'd finished laughing. "It doesn't seem like Sasuke-kun's like that…"

"He does have the girly hair though. How on earth does he get it like that?"

"It's natural." The response was decidedly male.

Sakura, who had her back to the owner of the voice, froze, and seeing Ino's look of despair and anger, knew exactly who it was.

Turning around slowly, Sakura couldn't stop herself from wincing. It was Sasuke, just as the voice had portrayed, Madara standing a few feet behind him.

"Do you have anything else to say about me behind my back?"

Sakura cringed at the anger in his voice. Ino would probably slink away soon and let her face the brunt of whatever was coming next, but surprisingly enough, the blonde stood up for her.

"It's not behind your back anymore, so no."

Sakura's eyes widened comically at Ino's careless remark. Didn't she care about Sasuke's affection? This would be a moot contest if…

And then she noticed Ino eyeing Madara.

What. The. Hell.

He was not that attractive! Then again, Ino typically went for older guys, but seriously? This one? He was Sasuke's relative and a great-uncle. The 'great' part of the phrase came because he was old!

Sakura took a deep breath, readying herself to say something, when Madara spoke.

"While that may be true, I believe an apology is at hand." He glanced at Sakura.

Sakura raised an eyebrow skeptically. He was going to command her to apologize?

No way in hell.

But then again, as he was technically her superior and she had already acted meanly enough, she supposed she didn't really have a choice. A frown marring her features, Sakura ground out reluctantly, "I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke said nothing back and turned to Madara. "Can we go now? I told you, girls are nothing but trouble."

Ino gasped in indignation while Sakura snorted. She turned to Ino. "Guess who was right?"

The blonde nodded at Sakura before shrugging. "Yeah, I suppose you were. Hey, I got class in like a minute, so I'll see you later, okay? Call me."

Sakura waved, pointedly ignoring the two men who hadn't left yet.

A cell phone went off and not recognizing it as her ring tone or Sasuke's, she knew from its proximity that it had to be Madara's. She sighed, glanced at Sasuke, who wasn't paying any attention to her, and then began to walk away.

"Sakura-san, wait."

It was Madara. She stiffened, pausing in her gait politely. She kept trying to instill in herself that she needed to be respectful to this man, even though he didn't really command any from her naturally. Senju and Uchiha, Inc. was a well-established firm and making any enemies in the business world wasn't very high on her to-do list.

She turned around when Madara said nothing in her direction, instead answering his phone. She averted her eyes but frowned, trying to remain patient. Today had been bad and she was looking forward to going home and falling asleep, homework be damned. All she had to do was sit through the rest of the mock-trials and then she was free to go. This was her last class of the day and it was Friday. She could do whatever the hell she liked.

Annoyed with waiting when the conversation seemed to continue on, she began to walk back to the classroom. This was prompted by noticing that Sasuke had already left to go back as well. Madara, however, caught her on her shoulder as she passed him, causing her to whirl around angrily.

He was just finishing up the conversation, it seemed, now that she had decided to leave. He hung up the phone casually, as though he hadn't been incredibly impolite, and then pinned her with his eyes in such a way that made Sakura's skin crawl.

"You did well with figuring out the modus operandi of the criminal," he said lightly.

Sakura nodded slowly, not understanding why this was important.

He continued. "It was also admirable that you gave the credit to Sasuke. Why did you do that?" He seemed genuinely curious, which softened Sakura's attitude slightly. It had definitely alienated him from her when he had forced her to apologize to Sasuke, but the for some reason the fact that he was petting her ego was lessening the alienation.

Still, she was hesitant to respond too honestly. "I'm getting the best grades in the class. Sasuke needed the help, so I figured it would benefit both of us if he got the bigger part. I did a lot of the work behind the scenes," she finished sweetly.

"So it had nothing to do with my presence?"

Sakura frowned. How had he known? He had to be awfully perceptive to figure that out…

She remembered her and Sasuke's conversation earlier, and how he'd interrupted her speech.

That sneaky, eavesdropping, conniving little…!

Smiling saccharinely, Sakura shook her head. "No. Sasuke-kun likes you a lot, but it had nothing to do with you being there."

She made the brave gesture of looking him in the eye. They were seemingly all-knowing, as she saw how he frowned when they both knew that she had lied to him. As they made and held eye contact, Sakura suddenly felt intimidated. This man was way older than her. She shouldn't be disrespecting him the way she was. The way his eyes pierced her, searching for something, made Sakura extremely uncomfortable.

When what felt like several centuries had passed, Sakura finally broke. "Well, I'll see you in class," she said shakily, averting her eyes. She opened her palm to wave and found that her hands were sweaty. Swallowing hard, Sakura continued on to the classroom, feeling his eyes on her back the entire time.