This idea sorta popped in when I was working on the original story for SasuSaku in Wilting Roses, a NaruHina fanfiction that involves my favorite OTP in a tragic history that lingered in giving up Sakura's mortal life and purity when Sasuke spent all his immortal life looking for the one who he could claim as his own. I myself am a fan of tragic love stories and I enjoy a more of a sicker plot in the mix of a helpless girl struggling to prove to the other kind that she's not a freakin' damsel in distress; we all now that girls LOVE wearing the pants in the relationship...Guys, you know you love it too. Stories that deal with major conflict and some kind of forbidden-twists will make me sit with a single lamp on and read for hours on end; Mythology, Fantasy, Tragic Tales, etc will put me at ease from the reality of suckyness and bad thoughts. Anyway, after changing SasuSaku's story in Wilting Roses to make it fit the historical accuracy I was going for (still with an unknown date, after all) I decided to try the plot I discontinued in a more modern twist with a historical face in the present time that we are most familiar with today.
I am truly excited for this story to take place, after writing the prologue and reading Black Bird with all my heart's content~ It really is a sweet manga and it's wonderfully done by an inspiring artist -who's name escaped me AGAIN ;A;- and I would LOVE to thank that artist for manking such a wonderful manga. Another person I was to specifically thank is AngeLhearteD, the author of the popular SasuSaku fanfiction, Quietus, and so many other stories that I have grown to adore to heart.
I am truly shy to say this, but I admire AngeLhearteD's creativity and her ways of telling stories in full detail; they are truly enchanting and it makes me feel like I am actually reading a book written by a professional author. I send all my luck to one of my considered inspirators and I wish her the honor she deserves as a creative author: all my hopes for her success becomes true and she will blossom into the stars as I wish I could be like her someday -flushes- Why am I so shyyy? ;w;" This person has inspired me to expand my horizon of writing stories and I don't think I could thank her enough. If I said it once, twice or three times, I will say it again: Thank you, AngeLhearteD, for everything you've done in just simply giving your story to the public to see while I sit here in the dark, too shy to leave a Review on how much you've inspired me. I am truly in your favor and I shall now and forever look up to you as a prized author and storyteller.
Please, once you're done reading the prologue of his under-rated story, please look at AngeLhearteD's profile and take a glimpse into her amazing world; it is truly a treat and I can assure you that you will get hooked.
In the conclusion of my Author's Note, I would like to thank many supporters in my other stories of Sing To Me, Baby and Wilting Roses; many of which would take too long to name, but I think they know who they are and they know how much I appreciate for all that they have done for me in my starting of giving my OTP stories out there... I am still shy to even start this, but I know that those special people will have my back like they have done in the past. Thank you, and I wish you all the best day until next time.
For those who know me, as the Kitty that is a child at heart, they know of my condition of 'fuzzballyness'. Yes, I am taking that seriously and I would like to have you all help me out on it. Please, when you have a moment, Review, Follow, Favorite to me and I shall be most honored to have your word in it. My fuzzballyness is something I like to express like an immature child, but the fun in it is most important to me!
Please enjoy the beginning of Tasting Flesh and please, please, please have a wonderful day!
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She belongs to him, as it was chosen by the gods themselves.
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She can not escape of what her fate is; she can not escape from him.
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Because, if she wants to live another day, she must accept her curse.
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A meal to the Demon Gods and a target to other supernatural beings, she has no choice...
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but to become the Demon God's bride.
Inspired by the many Mythology and Horror stories I have grown up with and loved to the deepest pit of my heart and soul, I honor my heritage and family for showing me the real stories of Brother's Grimm and many tales that have made me believe in things that could not be seen. And, to honor the amazing talent this person possesses in blessing, AngeLhearteD; your talents have opened my eyes as it was when my grandmother told me the first story of Schneewittchen and Großmann, as well as the Native American story of the Two Faces infront of the campire under the many stars of the universe.
A little darling girl, possibly the age of five-years old, burst out of the thick brush of the forest and gasped at the sight of night; the dark lake resembling the color of black and had the stars of many reflect on its surface as if it was magic. The little burnette girl didn't hesitate as she tip-toed over to the sandy surface on the edge of the water and kneel down; her short, little pointer finger dipped into the dark water and caused numerous ripples to stretch and grow across the water, making the night sky that lived on the ground dance and wave at her. She smiled. She squat lower and poked two finger -one from each hand- into the water and let the stars dance faster with the double impact.
Yes, this was the magic she was looking for.
The little girl heard an elderly cough come from behind her, letting her waist-length hair catch the wind as she smelt burning forest wood and dry plants to see her family's elders sitting on the logs they have prepared around the fire that was started hours ago, watching the orange flames flick elegantly into the night air and had little star-like looking things disappear into the night sky.
'The stars will have friends..!' the girl smiled in awe. She straightened out her shorts before bounding over to the two elderly couple, who were watching her come up and a bright smile that sparkled against the dark night.
"Oma! Opa!" the girl cried out as she leapt into the old man's arms as he held them out to her arrival. She laughed joyously when the old man held her high into the sky, her arms stuck out like an airplane as he dropped her into his lap. She cuddled into his overall fabric, letting her plump cheek get scratched by the old, rusty button from the man's clothes that smelled like peppermint, pineneedles and smoke. She only briefly closed her eyes when the old woman reached over and gently stroked a lock of her granddaughter's long hair behind her ear, having another bright smile hit her youthful face.
"My Schatzi," the old man held the girl by her waist as she leaned to look closer to the fire, "did you have an adventure in the forest?" His germanic accent was thick, yet he practiced so long and hard to perfect his English...but the petname for his only grandchild was something he considered sacred from his roots, and it would not stop him nontheless.
"Uh-huh," the pale-faced girl purred as she clung to his overall straps. Her glittering, bright brown eyes looked up to his grown ones, hints of excitement and adoration for nature danced with the flame's light. "I have battled the army of the evil oak trees and I saved our kingdom! Opa, Oma, you shall rule the kingdom in peace once again!"
"Wonderful," Oma smiled. Her aged face was only beautiful to the little girl's eyes, knowing all the power and knowledge she held within her soul. "How about we settle down for the night, eh?"
The little girl pouted. She didn't want to disobey her grandmother, so she complied with a sad nod. The old woman only chuckled and reached over again to press her thumb to the doll-like lips the child possessed from the other side of the family, but she held so much resemblance to her daughter -who passed away before her son could show the bundle of joy of a daughter, thus letting the great-grandparents become Oma and Opa- how she would remember her daughter's face before she passed away, leaving her son to see the look-alike features in his daughter. She loved her grandson, and she knew that he was thankful that she and her beloved took the role of a grandparent.
"How about a story for tonight?" Oma suggested in a soft voice. "In glorious honor of our spring flower here..." She picked up one of the child's dirty feet and tickled the hoof as the little girl squealed in joy.
"Ja! Bitte!" the little girl begged in giggles from the tickles, clapping her hands. "Tell me a story, bitte, Oma! One that is like spring!"
"For your birthday, I shall tell you one," Oma nodded softly, glancing at her husband, who was truly handsome with age. "Have you ever wondered about a girl who was fated to a Demon?"
The girl's brown eyes widened with curiosity. "No... But are Demons suppose to be bad, Oma?" She leaned a little bit closer when the bright green eyes of her Oma sparkled with a secret. "Like the one story of the Demon who eats children!"
"There are bad Demons in the world, my darling," Oma looked up to the stars. "But, you must know that there are good Demons in this world, too. We just don't find them so easily because they hide from us; doing invisible jobs to let us people live everyday in peace from the bad ones."
"Ohh," the little girl awed. She should have known her grandmother had the answer to everything. She waited for her Oma to continue after her polite intruption.
"There is a story, one that shall take place in the future, but we already know of its past..." Oma looked back down and smiled at the excited little girl. "There was a Demon family, the kind that is royalty to all good and bad Demons. They were Demon gods, darling. They lived in high-lifes, knowing every weakness of a human and animal alike; they were peacemakers, war starters, disasters and restoration... They were called the 'Uchihas'."
"Oo-chew-has," the girl tried to repeat. Knowing she failed miserably, she knew for sure it was not German at all and made a face of confusion. This...she didn't know her Oma knew Japanese tales.
"Your Opa here was stationed in Japan in World War Two on American's side," Oma continued. "He was a solider and had to walk through miles of land, water and mountains. One day, in the month between March and April -which he and his team was lost, so they did not know the dates- he came upon a tree. This tree, as said by the neutral-war villagers was a short-lived tree that only blossomed in mid-March to mid-April, just like your duedate," she chuckled as she poked the child's nose. "This tree was truly beautiful; thin, dark brown bark with forestry green leaves...and the tree grew flowers, much more lovely then a crabapple tree, and the scent was it's own definition of spring itself."
"What was it called, Oma?"
"It was called the Sakura...it means cherry blossom."
"I like cherries!" the little girl gasped. "It's my birthday tree, Oma! I'm a Saw-koo-wah tree."
Oma and Opa smiled with warmth before the wife went on. "In another world that lives in secret of the humans, the Demon Gods worshipped the tree as it gave the lesson of the human's short life and how precious life is itself... One day, a Demon God who passed away centuries before came out of the tree in spirit and talked to the King of the Demons, Uchiha Fugaku.
The Demon spirit has said that the spirit of the cherry blossom was to be reborn after the winter's frost, and that his youngest son was fated to protect the girl and make her his bride; the Demon King knew that the spirit of the cherry blossoms held a very special power that would start wars and save lives...all at the same time."
"Why did the spirit say that the youngest son gets to take her as a bride? Won't she have her own say..?" The poor girl was lost by the unknown vocabulary and unknown culture, letting Opa chuckle.
"You should know, the world works in mysterious ways, but the fact that fate leads to mysterious events in one's life is the most interesting part," Opa explained with sparkling eyes, remembering the Japanese family that hid him in the mountains of a shrine for a month; how they told stories in an unknown language that he could not understand, but had the props of the trees and the wind to tell the tale.
"Schatzi, this story is about a girl who was born with a blessing and a curse at the same time; how she must be dropped into a world she never knew and put her trust in someone who was meant to love her since the day he first met her..." And Oma told the story to her little girl of the known past, but the unknown future.
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Tasting Flesh
A SasuSaku Story
Uchiha Fugaku raised his cloaked head to the bright moon that hung over the green land of the small, country-side town that was called Konoha. His dark eyes lingered over the lit houses and shops that were starting to close from today's events of shopping, socializing and other human activities that happened in the daylight of the weekday, minding a small smile when he saw an elderly couple stroll hand-in-hand while they walked their pet dog as it raised its head and began barking to the shadows that wouldn't be noticed by the humans themselves; chuckling silently as his wife stiffened by his side when the canine growled passed the tree when his owner yanked him along.
"Goodness, what a wild creature," Mikoto whimpered as she pressed her hand to her chest and rubbed soothingly. She stole a glance at the amused Fugaku and began laughing beautifully. "What? It has been some time since I was that close to a dog!"
Fugaku wrapped his arm around his wife's shoulder and leaned in to kiss her raven-colored hair. He chuckled quietly again when she cooed and nuzzled her face into his neck at the sound of another set of feet touching the tree branches above them. He glanced up to see his oldest son smiling down at them, loving the way his father was trying to act oh-so-lovey-dovey to his mother and he would never hold back into teasing the parents that raised him as a gentlemen. Uchiha Itachi, of course, is a humorous character.
"If you guys keep it up, people will start to believe birds are going at it in the trees by their houses," Itachi saw his mother roll her black eyes and chuckled, his teeth glinting in the night. "You two act too young for your ages."
"Nii-sama," a cool voice caught Itachi's attention from above, having his long face glance upward as Mikoto and Fugaku tried to look beyond Itachi's long, flowing hair, "leave Otou-sama and Okaa-sama alone..."
Uchiha Sasuke, the youngest in the Uchiha family, held a covered package in a cloth in his large, pale hands. His dark blue cloak almost sparkled in the moon's peekholes of the leaves as his hooded face glared down to his beloved brother, minding that he also didn't stand a chance in fighting with his brother in a wrestle, but he prefered his parents to be respected in their special moments. Looking like a young man in his late-teens, Sasuke was a devilishly handsome Demon God; inheriting his mother's beauty and his father's personality, he was an easy target to other Demon women and human women alike (whenever he ventures in the human life out of boredom). They would always try to win his attention or in favor for his company by them, just hoping and praying that they will win the affection of the royal prince.
But, Uchiha Sasuke's heart already belong to someone else.
"Someone is in a mood tonight," Itachi smirked teasingly, reaching up to the package that his younger brother was holding, only to have it yanked away and laugh his head off by his brother's childish actions. "Centuries years old, yet he pouts like a toddler!"
"Shut up, Nii-sama," Sasuke hissed lowly before dropping himself next to his mother's side, not looking her way as she motherly reached her hands over and began messing his with spikey hair. She was trying to clean up his natural mess of raven locks, but she would prove to fail as Sasuke would shake his head around to mess it all up again. "May we go, Father?"
Fugaku grunted and held out his big hand. Mikoto giggled lightly as she intertwined her long, pale fingers with his and allowed him to escort her down the tall oak tree; landing on the pads of their feet, Mikoto looked up to their hiding place and waved them down. Itachi was the first to race his brother down the tree and ahead of the parents as Sasuke casually went at a human pace, walking by his mother's right side while she acted like a schoolgirl and held hands with her husband, swinging their hands back and forth while Sasuke was careful to keep both hands on the package and kept to himself as Mikoto dared to hum a happy song as they walked down the path up to the mountainside. They knew this way well, since they have walked this path numerous times before...
The sound of Itachi's laughter and another man's cry out in pure joy reached Sasuke's keen ears, which have two black studs on each earlobe, as he raised his head for the first time to finally notice the shrine that laid in waiting for the arrival of the family as a familiar figure was being roughed with the eldest Uchiha son; his form was twirled around as he cried out with shock by the fast speed Itachi put into the tight hug.
Kizashi was finally let down to his feet as he tried to balance himself to bow his head to the approaching members. "Itachi!" he cried out in a breath. "I am far too old for that stuff! Leave the man a rest, please!"
"Kizashi-san, you know you need an adrenaline rush once in a while, my good man," Itachi defended with a toothy smile, glancing at his father's cool features. "Don't you agree for the human, Father?"
"Kizashi is someone I don't like being messed with, son," Fugaku raised a brow at Itachi as she jumped away from the human man. He slowly walked over with Mikoto still hand-locked with him as he greeted his friend with a hand on his shoulder, looking straight into his teal-colored eyes and a smirk. "Hello, my friend. Another year has gone by and yet you still never change in personality."
Kizashi ran a nervous hand through his dirty-pastel hair. "Eheheh... You never change either, old friend." His eyes traveled to every individual of the Uchiha Clan before stopping at Sasuke, who was standing silently with an expressionless face. The man smiled and bowed his head to the 'youngest' Uchiha. "She has been waiting for you, Sasuke-sama. I suggest you don't keep a lady waiting, ne?"
Sasuke's eyes widened a little bit before nodding without a single word. Kizashi chuckled with a bright smile before waving his loose-sleeved arms for the family to follow him, spinning on his bare heel on the rocked path, he started walking up the steep hill towards the shrine of Konoha.
The Haruno family lived in the shrine that rest on the mountainside of Konoha, taking care of the temple and being the priest and priestess; helping out villagers with any problems and bless the world for peace. Kizashi, and his wife, Mebuki, has lived many generations in the temple and their names are best. Their parents and grandparents saved many lives of people during epidemics and natural disasters, having housing in their mountain land to have people reside for a short while and watch as the loving people of nature and life itself effect their innerbeing in a whole new way. The mountains were usually colored with sakura blossoms and a peaceful atmosphere that would but any troubled soul at ease...
The Haruno temple was where the head people of the shrine lived; and where prayers can take place and other religious events of festivals and celebrations of wedding, birthdays and funrels. It was a three story building with an ancient-japanese style to it, stone and wood supplied the walls and yet it was a comfortable home and oh-so-modern on the inside. The first floor was the praying room, decorated with gold and silk in honor of the Buddist religion, yet they were still open minded to other religions too; the second and third floor was living quarters with everything that was needed for a small family to live in. The Uchihas bowed their heads in respect before following Kizashi up the steps and into the closed shrine, leading them to the staircase that leads to upstairs, where the only light was seen from the outside.
Upstairs, Kizashi slid the shouji door open and allowed the family to walk in first; Fugaku and Mikoto, then Itachi and then Sasuke, who didn't look up when Kizashi closed the door and walked past him to greet his wife who was standing in the presence.
"Mebuki-chan, they're here," Kizashi roared a jolly laughter and embraced his beloved, petting her dark blonde hair with his calloused fingers in a very affectionate way that made his wife melt on the inside. "Wheres' my little princess?"
Right after the human man spoke, a baby's wail in greetings caught Sasuke's attention in a snap. His head looked up behind Itachi's shoulder as Kizashi knelt down to the quilt that was placed on the floor by the warmth of the fireplace.
A small baby with tuffs of pink hair cooed at the sight of her father, her fisted hand pointed at him as she seemed to reconzise her own father in an instant of his voice. Her pale cheeks were deep red from constant baby blushes as her doll-like lips nibbled on her other hand. Emerald gems glowed with as her big eyes looked at the other figures in the livingroom, tilting her head to the side in curiosity before she fell on her back, her chubby legs in the air of her one-piece pajama suit. She waved her arms around in a happy giggle as she now remembered who these people were.
Mikoto couldn't help but coo. "She's so kawaii, Mebuki! She's like a kitten!"
Mebuki gave a shy smile before kneeling down on the quilt, assisting her daughter to sit back on her bottom. "She's very smart." The mother of the baby girl looked at the small crowd in her home, looking for a certain someone she hasn't seen yet -because the Uchiha men were quite tall men- and finally noticed the extra pair of feet behind Itachi's borad and tall form. "Sasuke, come out and watch this..."
Sasuke obeyed the human woman, letting Itachi step to the side for Sasuke to take a single step forward, in full view of Mebuki and the baby, who's emerald gaze stayed solid on his pale face when her mother gently grasped her under her armpits and picked her up to set the baby on her feet, waiting until she found balance and slowly let go.
The baby girl's arms flapped a little and made a sputtering noise before taking a wobbling step forward; a too big of a step and made her wobble her whole body, but she soon found perfection in the stance to step again, and again. Sasuke's eyes widened at the sight, quickly getting on his shins. He placed the package in his hands carefully on his side and hesitantly held his arms out towards the stumbling girl as she wailed in a happy tune, and tried to hurry her walk over to him. Her developing legs wobbled as she took five more steps before making contact with her body to his large hands; finally falling forward to have Sasuke scoop her up into an embrace, a daring smile tried to expose on his lips, but all he could do was just exhale in amazement.
"She's learning to walk!" Mikoto cried out in joy, hugging Fugaku's strong arm as she watched her youngest son hold the baby close, her head against his cloaked shoulder as her emerald gems glittered at the woman. "That's our little girl, ne, Mebuki?"
Mebuki only nodded in response, having Itachi chip in in a sarcastic way. "Now theres' another girl chasing after my little brother," he smirked teasingly, yet his eyes were thoughtful as Sasuke unconsiously pressed his temple on the baby's pink hair, his eyes drooping to a more eased look.
Sasuke didn't say anything. He swallowed and looked at Mebuki and Kizashi, who stood side-by-side with bright smiles, giving a hint in his expression to the child's parents. He hoped they would let him...just allow him to-
"You have waited long enough, Sasuke," Kizashi said in a soft voice. "Go ahead."
Sasuke disappeared with the baby and the package. Mikoto and Fugaku stole glances at the Harunos and smiled big as Itachi 'Hn'-ed in approval before being offered a cup of tea from Mebuki, letting a small celebration begin.
Sasuke sat ontop of the Haruno's shrine, sitting crosslegged on the roof with the baby in his arms, looking around in a awe expression as she looked up to the stars, the burning planets reflecting off of her forest green eyes like a replica with water does in the lake. Sasuke couldn't help but watch the darling toddler's eyes sparkle; entranced by the wonderful colors and was falling into the world that even he hasn't been into.
This baby had magic to take him easily.
When the baby finally let off from looking at the stars, meeting his black eyes in a deep staring of affection. Her toothless grin and giggle eased his muscles easily as she reached out and pressed her little, tiny palm on his sculpted nose.
He finally smirked, amused. "Sakura...you're growing up so fast," he whispered softly when her fingers graced to his moving chin, allowing his lips to lightly touch her fingertips. "It seemed only yesterday you were just a newborn..."
The baby gave a cheeky giggle before pulling her hands to her mouth, sucking on them again in a relaxed way when Sasuke smirked and leaned his head forward to gently kiss Sakura's forehead in such devotion, it made his insides melt a little. When Sakura made a coo of approval, Sasuke let a chuckle leave his lips and set her snuggly on his lap.
"Look here, Sakura," Sasuke whispered, pulling the clothed package infront of both of them. He watched as Sakura's head tilt curiously at the unknown thing and slowly pull the cloth off of the hidden object that stayed underneath. "I made you a gift."
A music box that was carved from wood, it's surface stained back, as if the ashes sinked into the wood's flesh and remained there. Designs of veins and flowering details of a replica of a cherry blossom that took residence in this small town. The moon's glow reflected off of the box, giving every carved detail a beautiful color in the light; the dark night seemed to match the night, but baby Sakura could see it...she didn't know what to make of it.
She crawled in Sasuke's lap, her hands pressed out of his legs as she reached a tiny hand to touch the wooden top of the musical box, not getting any reaction from the unknown item. "Aweh..?" she pouted and pushed herself back in disappointment.
Sasuke chuckled in a very sexy voice, having the baby glance up curiously as if she knew something was up. "You do this, Sakura..." He pulled Sakura close to him, his large, warm hand on her little belly as he used the other hand to reach over and flipped open the wooden cover; a little figurine made out of porcelain glass of a male and female dancing in a circular waltz as a bell-like tune began to start in mid-song, letting the flowing gown of the woman figure match in tune with the song as the couple looked at each other in adoration as they danced.
The bell song's tune perked Sakura's ears, her eyes growing a little bit bigger as her little lips formed in a small 'o' as a happy noise came out. Her palms clapped together as she smiled with her bubbly cheeks as she bounced in Sasuke's lap, causing a positive reaction to the taller man holding her. Her emerald eyes glanced up to meet his eyes, sparkling with the stars as she made a happy wail and reached up to him. He complied by picking up the toddler once more and cradling her head to his shoulder, her nose buried itself into his thick neck when she fisted into his cloak.
"You remember our song?" Sasuke asked calmly, letting his eyes watch the figurines dance. He smirked big and gently pulled the baby back to meet her eyes again, his own black gems pouring sweet affection. "Remember I wrote this song for you..?" His thumb gently touched her smiling mouth before settling her on his lap again and reached into the music box.
Sasuke pulled out a necklace that was glowing in silver. The thin chain carried a circular pendant that was decorated the base in a design of leaves and a cherry blossom in the middle, a red gem sparkled in the little of the petals and connected in the plants of a fancy lines and cursive details that made it look one-of-a-kind for sure. He dangled the necklace infront of Sakura's face, letting her get a good view of it before placing it into his palm to bring it closer.
"I have made this for you," Sasuke explained in a soft voice. He allowed her to only touch the pendant but pulled it away when she tried to pull it into her mouth. He smoothed her pink hair when she made a fussing noise, reaching out to try and get the necklace again. "You will get to wear it when you're older, Sakura. You are far too young to wear this right now."
The baby looked up at him in question, as if asking 'Then when can I have it?'
Sasuke let his fingers play with the short pink hair the baby had, placing the necklace back into the music box and closing it. The song soon died down during a bell, having Sakura wonder what happened to the pretty song she knew so well. "When you're older, then you can wear it to your heart's content. Until then, you have this lovely present to listen to when you fall asleep."
Sakura's little hand reached up, asking for him to play with her when he placed her back on his lap; fussing again patiently for him to comply. He smiled little and offered his index finger to her grasp, which she held as tight as she could and laughed, moving his finger around in entertainment. Sasuke watched her and began moving his finger around with little strength, having the baby in his lap giggle and try to pull the digit into her awaiting mouth. A simple act for a curious baby left Sasuke to drown out the world as he watched her hug his whole hand to her little body, like a security blanket or a beloved teddy bear, he didn't know which to pick but he was sure that he surpassed them both.
Her little legs kicked around, fussing again until Sasuke picked her up to sit upward, meeting her sparkling eyes that made his heart melt again. He said sweet words to the little girl that only she would hear from the youngest Uchiha man.
"You're my little girl," Sasuke whispered lightly, touching her chin with this thumb and allowing her to try and bite it, growling in a baby-like gurgle. "I promise to take care of you... Would you like that?"
"Aah!" Sakura wailed out with a smile, as if she understood his words. He pressed his palm to her cheek and she gradually cuddled her chubby face into his hand, looking at him with the stars reflecting against her emerald gaze.
"You're so beautiful, Sakura," Sasuke mumbled sweetly, touching his forehead to hers' with a feather-like touch, but the bodyheat of his face soothed the baby from the piercing wind that just blew around them. "You resemble everything of spring, and it puts the sun into my dark world..."
His poetic speech made the baby coo and tilt her head up, having her very little nose come in contact with his lips. He pressed a simple kiss to her face, letting the butterfly pecks trail to her blushing cheek and then her chin. Sakura squealed in a sigh and let her palms hug her dear's face, patting his sculpted cheekbones and touched his oh-so-soft raven hair.
Only she can touch him like this. Only Sakura could be allowed to do anything close to Sasuke's form, let alone touch his face without asking for permission.
He cradled the baby close to his chest, letting her listen to his strong heartbeat that pounded against her ear, the heart that pounded only for her. Sasuke felt her little head cuddle into his chest, burrowing under his cloak's fabric like a blanket and let out a childish yawn; looking down to see her eyes closing like a butterfly's wing, Sasuke allowed his body to fall back and carefully land on the roof's surface and faced the stars in the dark sky. His arms and hands cocooned Sakura in a protective manner, letting the dozing baby to be more at ease of the position, she fell asleep in minutes in Sasuke's strong arms.
After sensing the baby's slumbering breathing, Sasuke started to hum the song the music box played moments ago, his masculine voice vibrating throughout his body and massage the baby's sleeping form as he draped the cloak he wore over her petite body like a blanket. He stayed this way with Sakura for what seemed like forever to him, but he didn't mind it at all. To him, with this little baby in his hold, this was paradise to Uchiha Sasuke.
Being here, holding his future bride as she sleeps, Sasuke couldn't ask for anything more.
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The gods chosed her fate before she was born.
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Promised to the youngest son of the Demon Gods, she is his bride.
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She must give her body and soul to him...
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Or be taken down because of what she is:
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The Forbidden Flower, the Flesh of a Savior.
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AUTHOR'S ENDING NOTE-... Moo, I feel like this first part went very well C: Don't you think a little bit? I hope you all have enjoyed the first part of this story ;w; I really do have high hopes for this fanfiction, and I think this plot will become more and more mind-struggling, yet it will be enjoyable! What bothers me most is that I have not chosen an official song for Sasuke to give to Sakura in the music box D: That makes me a little sad... Any suggestions, or ideas? I'm always open to your opinions!
The beginning of the story, the one with the child and her grandparents, was inspired by the my own childhood and being up North of the United States -basically in the middle of nowhere- and sitting by the campfire with my great-grandparents who originated from Germany and Austria. The fact that my father's mother passed away right after I was born left his grandparents to become my beloved Oma and Opa ;3 They've taught me many lessons in my life with stories they were told from their grandchildren and passed on to me; and I shall pass those story along to my own children and grandchildren one day in the future. Their stories have come from their travel from Europe to America, to being in the Second World War and to building their family bond just by foregetting city life and take time in the wilderness, surrounded by nature and the only light was the moon, stars and the fire that was made without matches or a lighter!
My Oma passed away two years ago, living her life and passing away peacefully in her sleep and my Opa passed away a few years prior before I started junior high. Their influence on my life will forever be important to my heart, as I believe I have done the same to them. May they reunite together in the afterlife and rest in pure peace.
My Oma originated from Southern Germany, moving to Austria in her teenage years to start her career as a dancer and met my future Opa in her late twenties. When political struggles spread to the Austrian area, they both fled to the United States and moved up North, where they had a daughter and she too gave birth to a son. My Oma took time to learn the original stories from Germany and Austria, as well as learning the French folktale and the Native American stories she had learned when she and her husband befriended a small family from a reservation.
Despite my Opa's fluency and originating from Austria, in World War Two he became a Navy CB and enlisted to be positioned in Japan's sea, someday once taking ; where he and his team was lost for a while, my Oma receiving a letter that he may never come home, and took hidden residence at a mountainside village that refused to be involved in the war. A shrine priest and his family took them into hiding for about a month before they were able to let them escape to a boat that belonged to the U. ; but was followed up with untranslated conversations and stories, using only hands and props in the dark, my Opa took a great liking into the cherry blossom trees, where he preserved a petal in wax and paper, and gave it to his beloved wife when he returned home.
Did they tell me the story of Sasuke and Sakura...? I wish ono"
Oma und Opa, ich liebe dich!
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