An interesting story I had in mind for quite a while now,
enjoy.

Dalliance.

Prologue

In one of the darkest alleys in the capital; a tragic 'accident' was bound to happen.

A blade and a trembling middle-aged man were the only ones occupying the spot, his shivers echoed as he begged for mercy in front of a rather tall young man with a strong posture and pale skin. His onyx eyes were locked on the trembling azures, showing no signs of sympathy or emotion. The blade he held was long- extremely long and sharp; one swing and he is good for dead.

"P-please, I beg of you... have mercy!"

He was crying, crying like he never did before. He knew that such cruel eyes were bound to do what he had in mind, that there was no other option but to escape, since apparently; no voice would be capable to reach his stubborn ears and heart. But the true question was; did he even have a heart? Did it beat? Did it even exist?

His look was calm and expressionless, he did not move nor did he blink; something the victim found out to be frightening. He held his blade up, ready to decapitate him; his brows furrowed as he whispered; "Forgive me, but my lord's orders are always final."

One swing and everything was over.

In one of the darkest alleys in the capital; a tragic 'accident' happened. A middle-aged merchant who sold fake counterparts was brutally decapitated, the look of terror remained on his bloodied face.

This was the work of a knight, and not any kind of knight; it was the work of the crimson eyed knight, the rumoured 'heartless killer'.

The castle was quiet; the servants didn't whisper nor gossip while the chefs prepared diner silently. It wasn't unusual, no; it was very normal in the Uchiha Castle, they were all used to the many strange occurrences happening outside as well as the rumours, but such things happened so frequently that it didn't even matter anymore. They all knew their lord and his 'ways', it was pretty obvious that a merchant trying to fool this one merciless lord would end up losing his head.

Whenever he'd want to get rid of 'pest' or just simply do a major clean up, he'd call him, because he was the only one capable of doing such a neat and flawless job without fail. When he was just a child, he made sure he'd practise swordplay at an early age; his eyes were always locked on the young Uchiha with plenty of interest; he could see his hidden talent, he could see how his eyes glowed with determination and passion for what he was doing.

Unfortunately, after the years; the glow in his eyes disappeared, leaving room to a cold and emotionless gaze.

The servants who lived in the castle all knew about him, they witnessed his dramatic change of personality and character and instantly knew that it was the lord's doing. If it weren't for him then the adorable little boy they once knew would still be there with them.

They were still in the midst of thinking until they heard the front door open rather brusquely, revealing a tall young man wearing a dark coat with his light armour beneath, it was him; the one they were thinking about a few minutes ago; the heartless knight, ever so faithful to his lord; Uchiha Sasuke.

His stare was cold and terrifying, the blade he held in his grasp was still bloody from his killing spree. He was terribly wounded yet still managed to walk calmly, his other hand held his injured abdomen in an attempt to stop the blood from gushing out, proof that the rumoured merchant wasn't his only victim.

They all looked at him, indifferent. It definitely wasn't the first time he came wounded, and it won't be the last, at first; they were all terrified and extremely worried about him, but they eventually learned that this young prodigy was indestructible. Nothing was capable of stopping him from achieving his goal; whatever the lord told him to do, he had to do it without fail, it was absolute and final. His pride was beyond what everyone believed, he stood up straight, even wounded; he wasn't afraid and they doubted he'd ever be.

He analyzed the main hall and the cleaning staff, eying them dangerously meaning that they'd better back away. Aware and fully understanding his eye language, they left quietly and let him pass through. Surprisingly enough, he walked without difficulty towards the main quarters, the wound he was given did hurt, but not enough to stop him. As he walked, he eventually reached his destination. Sighing, he knocked politely and waited for his lord's permission to come in.

"Enter," his lord ordered, allowing him to open the door and get inside.

There he was, the one he devoted his life to was right in front of him, the powerful and merciless head of the Uchiha castle and supreme master; Madara Uchiha.

He bowed respectfully in the way any knight would; he kneeled down and rested his free hand near his heart, "My lord... I took care of those hindrances for you." He said calmly. Madara nodded in approval and stood up, approaching his loyal knight with a proud look, he gave him a warm pat on the shoulder while smiling, "You always take care of things decently, I never once doubted your talent; Sasuke."

The young knight nodded and glanced at his lord, waiting for his orders, Madara simply returned to his seat and sighed silently. Slowly, he took out of his pocket a scroll and presented it to Sasuke, who analyzed it curiously; "I have another task for you," he said as he threw the scroll at him. Sasuke caught it and opened the old material, as he was reading its contents, his blank expression transformed into an astonished one, he stood up immediately hence re-opening his wound and allowing the blood to gush out, despite that he didn't move an inch, and asked him; "My lord, are you sure about this?"

Madara nodded while resting his chin on his fist, "Of course, this could wait," he said as he glanced at the window, noticing the darkened sky, "You can rest for about a week or two, just enough to recover from your wounds."

He shook his head, "These wounds are nothing," he took out his blade and pointed at the other side of the room, "I can fight."

The lord's stare moved to his wound, which apparently still leaked out quite the massive amount of blood. Sighing, he told him; "Stop being stubborn, Sasuke. You cannot fight in your current state, take my advice and rest, you seriously need it."

He glanced at him and lowered his sword, bowing once again; "Very well, my lord." He obeyed without a fuss and stood up, Madara gave half a nod and gestured at the door, "You may leave."

The knight nodded and left the room, bowing once more and then fully exited the room. Leaving the lord to his thoughts.

He collapsed as soon as the door closed behind him, breathing heavily while looking at his stained hands, his wound was too deep, too painful. It was a miracle that he managed to hold on, he lost too much blood, and it was making him feel dizzy really quick. The first thing he thought about was to head straight towards the eastern wing and get inside his room so he could tend his wounds and have a good night's sleep. He never thought that the house of a noble would be so heavily guarded, the amount of surprise attacks he received nearly killed him this time, but Sasuke; being no ordinary Knight, took out over fifty eight soldiers all by himself. He did exhaust himself throughout his missions, but still completed them. And as long as there isn't a soul standing in the path of the Uchiha kingdom, then everything is worth it.

He grunted in a low voice, attempting to walk and hold on till he would reach the east wing. His objective was interrupted when he heard a feminine voice gasp behind him.

He turned, alarmed. Only but to notice two apple green eyes fixing him.

It was a young woman, about the same age as him, having long loosen pink hair and apple green eyes, traits that were considered extremely rare in this region, considering most of the inhabitants are Uchiha's, he assumed she was a foreigner, or just an exception. He did hear about an unexpected political marriage between his lord and an outsider, but he never actually believed it to be true. His lord did have a harem and four gorgeous wives, getting himself a fifth one shouldn't have surprised him.

She was wearing a long green simple dress that covered her lower body whole, hence covering her womanly figures. She didn't appear to be the revealing type, or the talkative one, and it was actually quite reassuring.

The pink haired lady hid her mouth with the palm of her hand, openly staring at his severe injury; he couldn't tell if she was either disgusted or shocked by the gory scene in front of her, it could had been both, or even more. Noble women weren't raised to stand so much blood, and he figured that he staying any longer would result in further discomfort. That thought alone drove him to sigh quietly and bow respectfully, ready to take his leave and escape from her sight. But to his great surprise, she dashed towards him and pulled him gently by the shirt, staining her own creamy hands as well, he looked at her in astonishment.

"Wait," she said calmly, "You're... wounded."

He blinked twice, startled by her unpredictable act, any other normal lady would have ran away or turned her back. He did have the appearance of a knight; she probably knew it already yet how come...?

"It needs treatment."

Sasuke remained quiet, instead of using words he decided to gently remove her hand from his shirt, making her understand that it was needed. Too bad for him though, she was quite the persistent one.

She blocked his way and showed great worry, "Please, let me treat your wound."

He shook his head and finally spoke; "Please don't bother with me, I can take care of it myself." His tone was cold and blunt, he was wasting time, and his injury kept getting more painful second by second.

Her eyes widened, "A-Are you sure?"

He nodded, and walked past her, feeling her stare behind him.

It was their first meeting.

To be continued.