A pleasured sigh.
A contented moan.
Sweat
Kisses
Long and loving
One tender smile
One malicious glare
"Sasuke-sama, are you in need of anymore assistance?"
"No."
So cold.
Like Ice.
Completely Frozen.
But that's how it always was.
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Sakura steadily got her self out of bed and began to dress herself, fully aware of the steady stare the King-in-waiting was aiming at her back.
"If you continue to be so scandalous a suitor will never come court you."
"I'll try and stop being such, my Lord."
They both knew she would never marry. It was the lasting joke that amused his majesty.
She was already tainted. Her chastity broken.
Tattered goods. Second rate.
But good enough for Prince Sasuke.
"If that is all I bid you goodnight, Sasuke-sama." Her voice tinkled like a bell.
[A broken bell]
"Sweet dreams Sakura."
Another cruel joke, he knew she only dreamed nightmares.
Bastard Prince. With no one to love him.
Must you toy with me so?
~Lead me not into temptation.
But deliver us from evil.~
[For thine is the kingdom,
and the power, and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen.]
Caamalot's Frøs Hjerte
::Camelot located nowhere in particular, can be anywhere. It is lost, just like your heart::
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"Mon enfant doux, ne pas tracasser,[2]" her mother cooed. "Listen to Mommy one last time please."
The child 's emerald eyes gaped at the regal woman before them.
"Mon doux, commencer courir et ne regarder pas de retour[3], start running and don't look back, can you do that for mommy?"
She let a tear fall. She didn't understand.
"I can't leave you."
"Ah, jolie fille[4], you have to, there is no more time."
She shook he head violently.
"Au revoir, je vous aime mon enfant."
And with that her mother closed her bedroom door and descended to the floor below.
The child clambered out of bed and painstakingly tried to open her door.
"Maman! Maman!" She shrieked.
The hinges gave on the door, and the young girl tore downstairs.
"Don't leave me!"
She stopped short at the foot of the grand stairwell.
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Blood.
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Glass.
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Ring around the rosy, pockets full of posy, Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!
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"Non! Run away! Leave!" Her mother gasped out.
The picture was all wrong!
Why was papa hurting maman? Why were his hands constraining her? Why was Maman bleeding?
The child cried, her tears spilling over droopy eyelids and onto the hard stone floor.
"Papa, what are you doing?"
"Mon jolie, come to papa," her father commanded, staring her straight in the eye.
"For Kami's sake don't! Run!" Her mother whispered, trembling at her husband's clutches.
The child stood motionless among the ruins of furniture, plotting her next move. Her eyes roamed from her father's malicious grin, to her mothers tearing eyes, and trembling lips.
"Can't run anywhere now, little girlie!" A booming voice said in a tongue foreign to her ears. She turned and looked up at a rotund man, whose face was decorated with scars. Fear entered her veins and froze her in place.
The burley man slung her over his shoulder and she let out a scream.
The unfamiliar man walked over to her father and whispered something in his ear.
"Maman!" She cried in earnest, trying fervently to catch her mother's hand in her own.
The reach was too far, and her mother let out a small cry, her gentle smile indicating her silent apologies.
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Nothing left to grab
All hope lost.
"Fair is foul, and foul is fair
Hover through the fog and filthy air…"
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Her father then began to walk towards the window, dragging her mother forcibly beside him.
"Its clear, for now. I suggest you leave."
Her mother struggled in her husbands grasp, heatedly trying to escape.
"You useless bitch," the father spat, punching the woman in the stomach, "what do you think that will accomplish?"
The woman's body hunched as she began to cough blood.
"Maman! S'il vous plaît ne pas me partir avec eux!"[1]
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Don't leave,
Don't leave me,
Not with them,
Not now,
Not ever.
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The burley man eyed the screaming child.
"A feisty one for her size. She'll fetch a good price on the Black."
A grunt was said in reply as her father continued to discreetly watch the outside world.
"Leon! The time is right, take the girl and go."
"What of the mother?"
"I will let her burn."
Leon, the child's captor nodded in recognition and made his way through the front door. The father knocked his wife to the floor, and took a torch from the wall, quickly following them.
"You don't have to do this! Think of our child!"
"Ah, Mrs. Haruno, but I truly do," and with a flick of his wrist the torch was thrown to the floor, igniting the rugs at once.
"Life's but a walking shadow."
The door shut with a click.
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Au revoir la mère, au revoir à la maison![5]
Au revior!
Au revior!
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Her small body was thrown into the back of a car.
"Pah, hurry and leave, the smell of smoke sickens me." Her father seethed.
More like the smell of burning flesh.
Dear Papa, is your conscience finally gnawing at your insides?
No?
It never did.
The child let out a whimper. More tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
"Garder pleurer et nous sortirons vos yeux."[6] He said brusquely, annoyed with his child's demeanor.
Keep crying and we'll take your eyes out.
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Take my eyes
Then I can't see
Oh to think how free I'll be!
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5 Years later:
That's when she always woke up. After the empty threat that haunted her so.
Her father was a nobleman. He controlled Corsica, one of the 26 regions of France. He was a lovely man, and a good father. There was a certain air about him that made her wary, though. A kind of fear-invoking presence, that if you stayed in his presence too long it made you feel almost as if the walls around you were beginning to fold themselves in on each other.
Her mother was a Duchess. She had a regal air about her from years of high-class breeding. She was learned in many languages, refined in the musical arts and skilled with a talented hand for poetry.
Together, this pair was natural, the epitome of perfection.
But nothing is perfect, but perfection itself.
Thus creating the shady part of this power hungry couples life.
Her father, as high as he was, had a gambling addiction, and took part in adultery. Not to the ignorance of his wife though. She tolerated him, attempted to find help, but it only resulted in beatings, drunken rage, broken heirlooms.
Broken Hearts.
When Sakura turned 5 her mother ran away. Left alone with her instable father for 3 weeks, she developed an acute awareness to know exactly when the time was to hide. Sure, he'd find her later. But for then, she was safe.
One hour without bruises, as opposed to a lifetime with them.
Her mother eventually did comeback, but the family was never the same as before.
Both parents were distant. Eventually the only conversation between her mother and her father was over the dinner table at night.
And Sakura knew the only reason her mother bothered to stay was because of her.
And the shattered her conscience all the more.
But one day, her father's quiet wrath got the best of him.
And he snapped. Completely.
He no longer wanted a family.
He no longer wanted Sakura.
He wanted Money.
Greed. Wealth. Desire. Lust. Money. GOLD.
And he found a way to get it.
Leaving his wife for dead in a burning house, presenting his only heir as a gift to the King of Caamelot.
Apparently pleased with his earnings he fled France.
He was never seen again.
Thus leaving a 12 year old Sakura as a present to the King-to-be Sasuke Uchiha, a mere 14 year old boy at the time.
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"Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts."
~Charles Dickens
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:Chapter 1:
::Fin::
A/N: Translations:
[1] Don't leave me with them!
[2]My soft child, do not worry.
[3]My love, start running and don't look back.
[4]Pretty girl
[5]Goodbye mother! Goodbye home!
[6] Keep crying and we'll take your eyes out.
Quotes by William Shakespeare.
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