Chapter One


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Screaming in frustration, she relentlessly pounded at the door with her fists.

"Let me out!" she shrieked. "You have no right to keep me here! Are you afraid to show your face to a woman?" she taunted.

While walking through the gardens of her family home one day, a bag coated with an anesthetic substance was thrust over her head and knocked her out. When she came to, she was lying on the pristine metal floor with no one around her. For days she has been stuck underground with no one to hear her screams, no one to rescue her from this prison. Her captor had not given her a drop of water or a morsel of food and she was being tortured by the antagonistic pangs of hunger ripping her apart. She looked around the room once more. Apart from the door, wrought from metal, and the four metal walls, there was a mirror and a bed. There was nothing to help her escape. There was no way out.

In the mirror, she could see that her vibrant black and red wings had become dulled by the dust coating them. As for her clothes, they had become torn and ragged, soiled by the dust and dirt she was dragged through. Once a beautiful dress fit for a Queen, it had become rags, worse than the poorest pauper. Her porcelain skin, once white and creamy, was caked with dried blood and mud and her natural, pink hair was oily and grimy, hanging limply down her back.

Many times she had tried to free herself using magic to try to break the door, but it seemed as if the door was magic resistant. The magic surrounding her confinement was unlike anything she has ever seen. This magic was created, and by something more powerful than any royal family. She pondered at the possibility of the were-wolves who had captured her, being powerful enough to create a spell of such immense power. If it was someone else who had performed the spells, they would have had to know of her capabilities and weaknesses. That person would have had to study her day and night. She gasped in horror as she realized that her capture was not just random. Plans and preparations were made for her arrival; they had to have been planning her capture for months. She was jolted of her reverie by the unlocking of the door. Scowling, she stood up, plans of escape whirling through her mind. But as the door opened fully, her breath was caught in her throat and all thought abandoned her.

In the center of the iron doorway, stood a man, and the most breath-taking creature she had ever laid eyes upon. Tall and fair, he had jet black hair that fell to his back. The longer strands were held together in a loose ponytail while a few shorter strands were left framing his face, landing gently on his pronounced cheekbones. Two lines under his eyes gave him a look of maturity and a sculpted jaw and a prominent nose gave him a look of danger. But what demanded her attention the most were his eyes. They were the most hypnotizing shade she had ever seen; the darkest, most glowing shade of red, flecked with three spots of black. A smirk played on his full lips and she could not decipher whether it was amusement or haughtiness.

"Welcome Sakura, Princess of the Royal Family of Fae," he said.

The smooth baritone of his voice entranced her. Until her mind processed his words and she was thrust into confusion. How did he know her name and title? She was a secret kept from the outside world, mortal and supernatural.

"My name is Itachi," he continued. "I hope you will enjoy your stay with me. Because my dear Princess, you are never leaving."

He watched in carefully concealed amusement as his words registered in her head and her expression transformed to that of amazement, then absolute shock and finally, unbridled anger.

"How dare you! I know neither your name nor title, nor have I ever seen you before. Yet you enter and speak of matters that you should not know of. What power could a pathetic being like you have, to be able to imprison me here? You're probably a weak little mortal, hiring werewolves to do your dirty work," she spat.

His features darkened and faster than she could process, he was behind her.

"Surely you feel the power in this room, Your Highness," he snarled, yanking her hair backward. "Do you believe this is the power of an ordinary mortal? Or of any normal supernatural being? You, especially, should know not judge people by their appearances."

Hissing in pain, Sakura struggled to escape his relentless grip on her hair.

Shaking his head, he let go and was before her in an instant.

"Look at me carefully Princess. I know of you powers," he said. "Go ahead, disrobe me with your eyes," Itachi taunted.

Spreading his arms and taking a step backward, he inclined his head politely to her as consent for her to go ahead.

She was still processing the fact that he knew of her, but to know her powers, there has to be something wrong. Growling, she obliged, if only to fulfill her awakened curiosity. Eyes turning a glowing purple, she sorted through his strands of DNA. It was not even a full minute before she stopped. Gasping in astonishment, her eyes returned to normal.

Staggering backward onto the bed, she stuttered and stammered until she was finally able to string coherent words together, "I-It is not p-possible! There a-are t-too many d-different strands of DNA an-and s-strands of d-different powers," she stammered, starting to hyperventilate. "What are you?!" she shrieked.

He smirked.

"Now do you understand my power? I am one of a kind Princess, an experiment. Unnatural, if you will. Born as the child of a half vampire-half werewolf and a half wizard-half fae, I was injected with dragon DNA as well as that of a nymph, a dryad, a phoenix, a sphinx, a siren and a centaur. I have the blood of a deamon in equal share as I have of the blood of the fallen angels. Princess, I am everything and nothing. I possess the power of all of the most powerful supernatural beings. The disadvantage of having such power is that I also have all the urges of each individual being and at times, the impulses are more than I can bear."

"You have to feed like all of these creatures as well?" she asked timidly.

"That is correct."

"Am I here because you are hungry?" she asked fearfully.

Surprising her, he laughed, a charming infectious sound that, in any other situation, would have made her smile. He walked towards her and knelt in front of her.

"Why would you immediately arrive at that conclusion? No, my beautiful Cherry Blossom. When I said all urges, I meant all, feeding, hunting, fighting, mating shifting. That does not mean that I wish to have you as a meal." he said.

"Then what is the reason for my presence here?" she demanded.

Itachi chuckled. She looked very much like a little child with her arms crossed and her jewel eyes blazing.

"All will be revealed in time, Blossom," he tantalized.

Muttering a few unsavory comments under her breath, she pushed him away and stood up. He took a seat on her bed and watched silently as she paced back and forth in the tiny cell. After half an hour she gave up and threw herself on the bed.

"This is quite the unfortunate predicament I've gotten myself into this time," she said, covering her face with her hands. "And now?" she asked. "Am I allowed to leave, since you refuse to tell me my purpose in being here?

"Definitely not."

"I thought not."

She found it odd to feel so much at ease around this strange man in such a short period of time, especially when she had never been around many people in her life. Only the servants in the palace knew about her. Over all, for her entire life, it has only been the servants and her parents. She was truly enjoying his company.

Silently, he got up. Turning to face her, he decided to try to find terms on which they could both agree. It would be extremely convenient if this were to go smoothly.

"Alright Blossom, let us lay down a few rules. If you do exactly what I tell you to do, we will not have a problem. Good behavior means you get nicer things. Please do not make this too difficult for me because as hard as it is to believe, I do not enjoy kidnapping you and keeping you prisoner."

"Oh? Considering the fact that I am confined in a metal box with heavily placed enchantments around the room, I would have never thought that you did not like imprisoning helpless people," she said sarcastically.

"Blossom, you are far from helpless."

Scowling, Sakura turned away from him. "What must I do now?"

"Sleep."

"What?"

Capturing her chin between his thumb and forefinger, Itachi forced her eyes to meet his glowing red orbs.

Sakura watched in awe as the blacks specks in his eyes began to spin. Suddenly feeling tired, she gave into the darkness pulling at her consciousness and fell into his arms.

Itachi placed her on the bed gently and dropped a fleeting kiss to her temple.

He walked towards the door and turned to look at her one more time.

"Sleep well Princess. I shall return soon."

Slamming the door he bolted it, leaving Sakura on the bed in a peaceful sleep.

For now.


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-Aria