Ages of Characters; Sasuke and Sakura are 10 in this chapter. Time skip next chapter.
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Prologue; the dividing
7 years ago.
Attakai
She peered out her window and to the border of Attakai and Korūdo.
A line, dividing the two kingdoms.
No wall, no border. Just the difference in season to distinguish the two worlds.
On one side, flowers grew, and the sun shone brightly from the parting of the clouds.
On the other, snow fell as trees were covered in the cold crystalline dust.
She looked from her window to the snow. How she had longed to go and roll in the snow and see it sparkle as it fell down.
She looked to her own country, the Spring Lands of Attakai, where flowers grew and the trees shed their leaves. She didn't want flowers. She wanted snow.
How she longed to visit the Kingdom of Korūdo. A land where snow fell all year round, and the cool climate never gave way to heat.
But she could not cross between worlds. Crossing between worlds would mean death. She would never be able to survive in the cool climates of Korūdo or in the heat of Netsu.
'Attakanians cannot dwell anywhere but their own land, Sakura,' her mother had whispered to her.
But why, she had asked.
'Because that is the way. It has always been the way.'
Korūdo❀
The harsh winds were all he had ever known.
He had ran out of his home and into the Snow Forests. The trees were always topped with snow crystals, twinkling and chiming in the night.
He scowled, and brushed the snow off his jet black hair. Condensation formed on his fingertips, but he thought nothing of it. Korūdians were immune to the icy climate they lived in.
He darted throughout the trees, until he reached the border. He took a step closer, imagining thesun on his face, the spring breeze in his hair.
Closer, closer. Attakai was beckoning to him, closer, closer, closer closer closer...
He found his feet a foot away from the border and he reached out his hand to touch the glowing mist that signalled the change in season and in country. He waved his hand around, grinning at the sparkles and swirls it made, before he stuck his hand through to the other side-
-and into Attakai.
He quickly withdrew his hand. What was he doing? Crossing the border was wrong.
He turned backwards, walking back home. If Mother or Father found out...
"Hey, wait!"
He looked ahead, staring through the Snow Forests. He narrowed his gaze. "Where are you?"
"Behind you, silly!"
He turned, and through the mist was the figure of a girl. He walked slowly towards her, until realisation his him hard on the head.
She was Attakanian. She was of Spring.
"You..." he stared, looking at her green, green, eyes. "You...are of Spring?"
She giggled and nodded. "And you must be of Winter," she says her tone mocking.
He nods.
"Korūdo is so... beautiful," she murmured, and gazed at him. "I wish be there, standing next to you."
He looks at her.
"Not that way!" The girl stammered, blushing. "I just wish I could go to Korūdo."
"And I, to Attakai," he answered honestly. "We should just switch places."
The girl giggles. "I wish," she said. "Here," she says, crouching, as she picks a flower from the flower field surrounding her.
He watches with shock, as she throws it to him. The flower, once in the warm climate of Attakai passes into the cool air of Korūdo.
The flower crystallises before he touches it. He stares at it, the purple bloom frozen in place, frozen in time- but still a flower of Attakai.
"Thank you," he said."I'd throw you a snowflake but it would melt," he replied bluntly.
She giggled again, like she always does. He remembers this.
"Who are you?" He asks bluntly, but he was curious. He wanted to know. Who was the Spring Girl?
"I'm Sakura," the Attakanian replied. "You?"
"Sasuke."
She smiled, and looked into his eyes. He felt her gaze judging, deciding, before she put her hand through the transparent glowing mist, reaching for him.
His hand reaches towards her, the polar opposites drawn together like two sides of a magnet.
Their fingertips meet, and he feels the warmth seep from her touch into his hand, and the cold of Korūdo into her warm touch.
She smiled and he found his lips raising in response.
The forbidden interaction, the forbidden meetings, the forbidden touches.
The world has tried topulled them apart, but they had met, regardless of the rules, regardless of the outcome.
They had met, and they would never forget.
a/n: Just trying this plot out :| It came to me last night, and I typed it on my phone throughout the day. :)
Please tell me how you liked the prologue. I'm new to creating complete AUs so, if anyone sees a plot error- please tell me. Any constructive criticism is welcome and corrections and suggestions are welcome as always :D
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Until next time! ;)
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