Venom's Princess
Chapter One: Sasuke
I ran down the long corridors, my feet making no sound against the tan, stoned floor. I ignored the undeniable blood lust that filled my mouth and made my canine teeth grow to their full length. I kept running, the hair framing my face whipping my cold skin, but I did not do anything to stop it. I saw my older brother walking the opposite direction and I skidded to a stop.
Itachi looked at me with his normal pitch black eyes. They flashed to a light red in total confusion as he stared at me. His long black hair was pulled back into its usual ponytail. His pale face looked tired and unsure of my current actions.
"What is it, brother?" he asked in a confused tone. "You look like you are in a hurry."
"I am," I replied in my usual emotionless tone. "Where's mother?"
"In the family room watching television, I think," he replied still clueless.
I sighed and started walking quickly.
"Follow me," I said to him, not taking one glance back at him.
We ran toward to family room, evading statues, columns, and servants that stood in our path.
My mouth was filling with venom, and quickly. I should have taken a small detour to the "kitchen" and taken my daily dose of energy, but my anger had control of my body. I was not in the mood to deal with a trivial matter such as drinking a gallon of blood. My mind was set on one thing and that was dealing with my mother.
We finally reached the family room. I stormed in not caring about the manners rule my mother had thrown on me when I was "young." My mother lay on a large couch. She was wearing a rather large maroon robe with a unknown design weaved in gold thread. A true queen, I thought to myself.
I stood in front of the television that her eyes were glued upon. I glared daggers at her large black eyes. Her hair had been pinned back, so it was much easier to make eye contact.
"Well," she commented softly. "If looks could kill, I guess I would be in some serious danger."
Her voice leaked with apparent amusement.
"How could you put us in school?" My voice took on a very angered façade though it was very hard to be angry with such a gentle creator.
"I just want you to feel like a normal teenager," she replied softly. I could understand her reasoning. All I wanted to know is if she could understand mine.
"Mother," I sighed. "I will never be a normal teenager. I could loose control. I could expose our nature."
"He's right, Mother," I heard Itachi agree. "Sasuke is old but not as old as I or of course you. He does not have the will power to take on the human society. If he slips once, the habitat we have been trying to create for years now, could loose its equilibrium. We'd have to start the process all over again."
I gave my brother a grateful glace as my mother studied my face. Her eyes were as blank as her expression. I was not sure what to expect. She was a closed book. I could never understand how or why she would torture me with a look that did not tell me what to except. She could be in unbearable pain and you would never know if she masked her emotions. This look was an unbreakable wall.
She was the one to break the tense silence.
"Sasuke, Sweetheart. I know that you are scared of what could happen. It is going to be tough but I know you can do it. There will be people there to help you. Naruto, Neji, Hinata, Ino, TenTen, Shikamaru, Gaara, Temari, Kankuro, and Kakashi-sensei will be there to help you. They decided to attend the same school, also. They needed to learn and you do, too."
"But…Mother…"
"Everything's going to work out for the best. You will see. I will help you, Itachi will help you, and the council's children will help you. We are all the same creators. We can all face the humans together."
I stared at her; my expression was defeat. Her softness was indubitable. It was ravenous and ate away every bit of anger I had toward the subject. I was not even able to be mad at her for doing this to me. All I could do was admit defeat.
I turned and stood in the threshold of the door, ready to take my leave. I turned my head slightly to look behind my shoulder. My mother did not even turn to look at me. She just stared at the wall in front of her.
"I will do as you command," I said sternly. "But not as a prince to a queen. But as a son to his mother."
And I was gone.