Prologue I

Haro took Sachi's hands with his own. This was the moment. He knew that she knew that this was going to happen sooner or later. Her brown eyes were already shining with tears. Her face was that of an angel. How a mediocre ninja such as him could have captured the eyes of this talented, beautiful lady was a mystery to him, but he felt like the luckiest man on earth to have found her. She looked away in embarrassment and moved her hand to wipe her eyes. Haro knelt down on one knee, his wavy dark hair flowing in the wind, giving the scene a romantic effect. His speech was at the tip of his tongue, he was prepared. The wind also blew Sachi's long black hair.

"Sachi, my beautiful blossom, I ask you of this. Will you - "

Suddenly, a gust of wind threw her off balance. She was carried away a few feet but then stopped and floated. Haro, still kneeling, stared up at her in complete shock. Her eyes were still tearful and her expression sorrowful. She reached her arms out and as their eyes made contact, she smiled. Her smile stretched across her face as her eyes gleamed not with tears, but with madness. Haro's arms fell to his sides as he stared up at his beautiful goddess. Sachi bared her teeth in a wider smile and cackled.

"Ah, my dear Haro," she floated down to him, touching his face with her hands, her dress flowing behind her, "my dear little ninja, how foolish of you. I do enjoy playing with someone like you. Your intellect makes everything so much more challenging, but with me," her eyes glared at him, almost seeing through him, "you just can't resist."

Haro was completely dumbfounded. He had been caught in the Widow's gaze, unable to escape those mesmerizing eyes. He stood up, following Sachi's movements with his eyes, unable to tear his gaze away. Sachi's smile softened. She looked at him lovingly as she began to disappear from his vision and blackness took her place.

When Haro woke up next from his blackout, he found himself not in Hadofuki Park. He was in a bare room with one window lying on a futon. He looked around and spotted a woman sitting in front of a candle from across the room. Sachi turned around and looked at Haro. Haro realized who it was and relaxed.

"Sachi, you're here. Where are we? I do recall that - "

Haro's eyes widened as memories from Hadofuki Park came rushing back to him. He took his head in his hand and stared at his feet. He couldn't believe it. It was impossible. Not his Sachi. The kind Sachi who helped the poor, gave food to the hungry and made an honest living as a dancer. The woman in the park could not have been Sachi.

A part of the wall opened up. The room had no distinguishing door; it was the wall. A handsome man walked in, his eyes glazed over as if he was daydreaming. He walked over to Sachi and offered the tea he had brought. Sachi thanked him and he left; his expression unchanging.

"Do you like him? He is oh so kind, I nearly felt bad for taking him. He was one of my first little pets you know. He was just a little boy then. He's grown up so much now, hasn't he?"

Sachi smiled at Haro. Haro stared back.

"You had slept all night," Sachi put her tea down, "come sit, have some tea. You must be hungry."

Haro didn't move.

"Haro hunny, why are you being so cold, please don't make me sad. Have some tea, please."

Haro moved slowly and sat across from Sachi. He took no tea.

"Who are you? You are not Sachi."

"Me? Of course I'm Sachi! How could you say that Haro. I'm so offended."

"You are not! The woman last night, and you, now, you are not my beloved Sachi!"

In anger, Haro had stood up. Sachi looked down at her hands in her lap. Tears streamed down her face.

"I... I am not your beloved?" Sachi looked up at Haro, "You do not treasure me? I have no worth to you? Was I not the woman you were about to propose to the other night? How can you push me away after something like that?"

"The woman, the woman I was with last night was not a monster like you. The expressions you made, the things you said, Sachi would not say that."

"Then you don't know me. You don't know Sachi," she looked up at him, "You don't deserve Sachi. You don't like Sachi. If you don't like Sachi then why did you treat her so kindly? Why did you give Sachi false hopes and dreams, showering her with promises that you would never keep? You are the worst that Sachi has ever met."

Sachi displayed a terrible expression of anger and rose up. She stood face to face with Haro, staring right into his eyes. Haro tried to back away, but his muscles would not move. Sachi smiled.

"But ones like you are the easiest to capture. How infatuated and confused you are, I can't help but smile. This makes me so happy."

Sachi walked away and looked out of the window. Haro was still stuck standing, unable to move.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Sachi spun around and faced Haro, "How the sun shines in my hair, makes my skin glow. You noticed so many other things other than how Sachi looked. Sachi took her time with you. You were special to Sachi. But, I've had enough. I want another one. My hunger grows more and more each day, I must feed."

At this, Haro flinched. Feed? She couldn't possibly mean him, could she?

"Oh, Haro, please don't fret," she swooped down to him, caressing his face with her hands, "all will be well. You will be the happiest man on earth, just like you were last night. Do you remember? Sachi was so happy. Sachi had tears in her eyes before you even proposed. Sachi wanted to hug you and hold you forever so much. Do you remember?"

And Haro did remember. He remembered their moments together before his proposal. He remembered her happy expression when he knelt in front of her. It brought back memories, of when they were always together, alone, intimate moments and fun moments. He remembered it all. He wanted that Sachi. Not this strange woman, who seemed to act more like a girl. He wanted Sachi. All he wanted to see was Sachi. Sachi, his beloved.

Haro stood there. A smile on his lips and his eyes glazed over, replaying memories of the past over and over. Sachi sighed and knelt down. Her tears had not run out yet. Looking up at Haro, she felt sorry. It was a strange feeling. As if undoing time would make things better. But why? Sachi had what she wanted. Sachi was hungry. This thought brought her out of her misery.

"Haro, hunny. Come down here. Sachi wants to give you something."

Haro obeyed without hesitation. Sachi took his face in her hands and kissed him. She drew back a little and sucked in. His chakra flowed from his lips into her. She sighed with relief. New pets always taste better and are more filling than older ones. She would have to have him slowly erase himself from his own life. His life was hers now.

"Nagataka! Please escort Haro out of the building, he knows what to do."

Nagataka, the man who brought in the tea, stepped through the wall-door and gently guided Haro out of the room. Sachi sighed. Haro, the handsome man, he has mesmerized Sachi. What will Sachi do? Sachi is a demon; Sachi can do whatever she wants. There are no rules for those that are born a criminal. Sachi will continue her search, her search for the perfect man who will never leave her. Who will say 'I love you' with all truth.

Sachi lay down on the floor. Another man had entered the room when Nagataka left and placed a pillow under her head before it hit the floor. She sighed once more. Out of all the men she had now, none of them were the one. Sachi will keep searching, Sachi will never give up.

Nagataka let Haro find his own way home. Haro walked slowly away from the mansion that was Sachi's home. It was deathly quiet as he continued down the long lane to the main road. Slowly he remembered where he was, what he was doing. Soon, he walked with purpose and valour. Haro needed to get home very fast. He needed to tell everyone that he and Sachi had decided to take off on their dream journey around the world. Sachi had always wanted to see the world. Haro would have to pack as soon as possible and meet Sachi at her mansion. There was no time for explanations, Haro wanted to see Sachi again as soon as possible.

When Haro had reached his home, there was a letter on the floor at the front door. It was addressed to him.

Haro! This is your beloved Sachi. (Haro did not notice that it had gotten to his house before he had even gotten there)

I have great news for you! I am to have a child! Please do not fret over this. I know that we were supposed to go on our journey to see the world, but I just can't with the baby. Please, you can live at my place for the time being. And please don't tell anyone, I want to surprise everyone who you want to know! Hurry to your new home.

Love, Sachi

Haro, beaming with delight, ran to his room to start packing.

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