AN: I know, it's been forever, I'm horrible, and no. I'm so so so so so SO sorry, but I'll never finish my other stories. That's basically a whole different person. Please, enjoy this one. I got it in a daydream and hope I'll get it just right. Enjoy our favorite couple in their own fairytale! 3
"Damn stone!" I couldn't believe I fell over this dang stone, again! I sighed and went to pick up the freshly pick herbs from the ground, one by the small bushel. Thyme, dill, a foot…wait, what?
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! Did I hit you? Knock you down? O-"
"Ermeh" Under my load of herbs, wash from the creek I saw a tall dark man stand. His face held a grim look, as if the clothes being on him was offensive. He finally looked up to see who to blame and I only stood in shock on the man who stood infront of me. I wanted to run, my cheeks surely inflamed from my daring mistake. I just ran into, made fall to the ground and bury under worthless things Uchiha Sasuke…
"Well, are you going to stand there or what?" I gasped, quickly started to pick up my things, stammering out the question, "Can I help you Sir Uchiha?"
"This is where Yamanaka Ino lives, correct?" His brows scrunched as he tried to peer into the manor's windows for the named blonde. My face quickly dropped. He was here for her and didn't seem to remember me, good.
"Yes Sir Uchiha. I will get her right away." I grabbed my load and ran to the door, knocking the heavy ornate wooden door out of my way. Closing it, I leaned my back on it and slid down. My thoughts ran wild, seeing him after so many years, I was so scared. His lack of memory is for the best, I decided. Scrambling back up and up the stairs, I listened for Ino's doings. Nothing but a few sounds, it was safe to enter.
"Ino?" My knuckles hit the door lightly, it pushed open a bit. Wandering in, she turned to meet her icey sky blue eyes to my own pale jade ones. Her lips pursed waiting for my reason to be bothering her.
"Sir Uchiha is here for you…?" Her face lightened up, a sly smile adoring her face.
"Oh my Sakura, I didn't tell you? He's my escort for now on. My courtier. You better not talk to him or let him know anything. Anything. In fact, start wearing your hair up in rags and wear your dirtiest chore clothes around him. It's only a matter of time you'll practically be dust!" Her sharp cruel tinkling laugh filled the room making my nails dig into my clenched fists.
"Well, I mustn't keep him waiting, right? Go fetch my bag and I'll be off. You better not slack in your chores while I'm gone. When I arrive from learning this whole manor better be spotless!" I ran out of the room keeping the tears from spilling. I know I can't talk to him but why must she push it in my face even more? I longed for a father's arms to run into for comfort but by now they'd be merely skeleton ones. Oh Sasuke… If only he remembered…
AN: Just a Prologue. Worth it? I love reviews but I won't push it. I just want to get back into writing.
-Purplecherry5