Wanting More

Sakura had never loved her life, but she put up with it. She'd rather be in her position than be apart of some noble life. Her rags were enough to keep her warm at night. (They weren't really rags, but they weren't as fabulous as most others in this village.) To be blunt, the girl was described as a peasant, but her long pink hair that was simply withheld by a strong piece of string.

Her green eyes were a trait that even the Princess was highly jealous of, they shone like emeralds, the sun's rays shining off of them, exposing her childish innocence. (Although she was easily nineteen almost twenty.) Sakura held herself in high regards, but was never one to be spoilt with riches. Even suitors, men with plenty of money, regarded her beauty, but none showered gifts upon her. Sakura also didn't want gifts showered upon her.

She didn't even carry a decent pair of shoes, she didn't feel the need to. Food and housing, that's all she needed.

With her pink hair tamed for the hour, she ran through the marketplace. She didn't alert anyone with the speed she was running at, but she did turn a few heads. It was a normal day, with Sakura's light footwork, she worked her way through the marketplace without disrupting anything. She managed to buy some food with extra money that she always had.

She stepped quickly past the palace, only gazing at its majesty for a moment, before she ducked under a flap of fabric, leading to her dwelling. (You could describe it as a house, but nothing was as it seemed in this village.) She walked in, careful not to make eye contact with the disease ridden people that sleep in the streets just outside her windows.

She frowned inwardly as she swiftly put the food up, then looked towards the single chair. She knew that her house was absolutely tiny and empty, but Sakura didn't want it to be crammed full of useless things. The chair had been a mysterious gift, so she did not throw it out, because everyone knew she could go on just by standing up all day, although it would be highly uncomfortable.

She then took a second to reconsider her life, finally just shrugging, she didn't want another life. She liked her's. However that was possible, she knew that she wouldn't live too much longer without proper schooling and housing, and she didn't particularly like being alone. She needed to find company.


Trembling fingers touched the pale skinned cheek, hesitantly, and lavendar eyes scanned the girl standing before her in the mirror.

She was the idealized icon of beauty. With her long, silky black hair - tinted blue under the sunlight - flowing down her back, much like a candescent waterfall, and her glistening, light purple eyes that held more emotion that she'd even show herself.

The girl in front of the mirror is Hinata Hyuga, heiress to the Hyuga kingdom, and throne.

Although she was bestowed with the great responsibility of taking over the crown when her father perished, she didn't want to. Honestly, she didn't choose to be a princess.

Most girls have dreamt of becoming princesses, wearing elegant clothing, and ruling over underlings that lived only to please her.

But, Hinata was different, she was born into royalty, and it was something she did not enjoy, quite as others would think she should.

'You have everything.' Is what most people would say to her. 'Your life is perfect.' Others would comment.

Hinata didn't like the life of being a princess.

She didn't like bossing people around; she had no problem doing things for herself, like making dinner, or cleaning her room. She didn't want to burden anyone, but her father would tell her that they weren't people, they were servants, it was what they were born to do.

She was never allowed to venture beyond the kingdom gates, not even given permission to go in the garden, which she loved because she enjoyed looking at the blooming flowers, the beautiful shades of colors proudly showing through the darkness that loomed around her home.

Hinata secretly craved for a break, longed to see what the outside world was like; what life was like outside the walls of her home.

Many times, she tried escape her prison - or her room - but was caught every time by her father's soldiers, and was sent back.

Today, however, things were going to play a bit differently for the princess.

One of her servants, Karin, was helping her sneak past the guards that defended the kingdom gates.

"Are you sure about this, Milady?" The redhead asked, while tying Hinata's hair back with a red tie. The meek girl nodded, occupying herself by counting the tiles on the floor.

"It'll just be for a bit..." Hinata finally answered, chewing on her bottom lip, fingers curling, and uncurling by her side.

She was dressed down so she'd blend in more, and so no one would recognize her. Hinata was wearing a brown, wool dress, with a white smock over it, tied around her waist with a thin rope. Her raven colored hair was in a tight ponytail, and in a bandanna.

With her current attire, Karin, and Hinata, as well believed she could pull of calling herself a peasant.


Karin made her way past Hinata, taking the lead, and heading towards the two watch men guarding the gate.

She got in between the guards, giving them the most sensual smile she could muster.

"Hey, guys." The red haired girl breathed, making sure they were close enough to feel her warm breath dance against their skin.

The two guards - named Naruto, and Lee - exchanged confused looks, both wondering the same questions that flooded their minds.

"Er, hi?" Though Naruto knew he should have been on the alert for an upcoming threat, or another one of Hinata's infamous escapes, he found it hard to pry his gaze off of the servant; Lee felt the same way, although, for an entirely different reason.

Karin tapped her back twice with two fingers, the signal for Hinata to head out.

The princess smiled lightly, and thanked Karin silently, inching towards the gate.

Once out, she exhaled deeply, the warm light flooding past her, and the weather seem to reflect how she felt at that very moment, inner peace.

She took one step forward, then another, slowly taking in her new surroundings with awe, and wonderment, and increasing the space between her, and her home.

Hinata was now on her way to the local market square, feeling giddy, and happy about finally being able to engage in conversation with the people.

However, it'll be there, with a certain peasant girl, that the princess' life will take a interesting turn for the better...Or, perhaps worse?