Yes, I know, I have other stories to update but I just can't stop myself from posting this. Yes, I know I am busy, but I am trying my very best to write in between my available time. Ugh, I hope you guys will like this though. Idek if this plot was already used. Meehhh.
Summary: He lived because of the gun in his hand. She existed because of the tiara on her head. And yet, those were the things they want to get rid of the most.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I just wish I do.
Of Guns and Tiaras
Prologue
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Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
"Sasuke, we're aborting the mission. Sasuke, do you hear me? Get out of there."
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
It was not his fault.
It was the idiot Shisui's fault for triggering the palace's security alarms when he should have been turning them off instead. That cousin of his only had one job, and he messed up greatly.
Now, all of them were running for their lives to get out so as not to get caught by the palace guards.
Whose idea was this in the first place? He begrudgingly thought as he barely managed to avoid a hovering spotlight. They were just a starting "group," and they immediately went for the highest powers in Japan as targets. It was a suicide mission no matter how large they believed they have become, but he had no choice. He was the youngest, and therefore bore no authority to question the "higher-ups."
He knew this would happen.
The palace was not yet smartly designed, given that Monarchy in Japan was restored only fifteen years ago. Only the important chambers and shrines were completely built, and they were not even strategically located-it seemed to him the establishments were placed where they were just because those lands were the available ones. In fact, construction in most areas were still on-going. Despite that, their security system was effective. In the span of fifteen years, every single person who tried to break in the palace were sent to prison, and according to a few stories, life in the new Japan prison was worse.
Which was exactly why, for the first time in his life, he felt fear.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Picturing the map in his mind, he tried figuring which part of the territory he had reached. However, as keen as he was on the smallest of details, every area he had explored looked the same to him. It was as if they were designed that way-
An idea struck him. Now he knew why no one had escaped from the high walls of the new palace.
That was not encouraging.
Huff. Huff. Huff.
He hid behind a large tree when a small troop of Royal Guards dashed by, continuously looking out for more and maneuvering his body to hide himself from their sight.
Snap.
Of all the rare times bad luck would play a joke on him, it had to be that moment. That moment where he was hiding and the Guards were in the area, he had to step on a fucking twig.
How cliched.
Rustle. Rustle. Rustle.
Footsteps were approaching, and so for the first time in his life, yet again, he ran without a plan in his mind, without a destination. He hesitantly clutched on the handgun in his pocket, even now that his life depended on it.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
"Sasuke, where are you?"
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
"Sasuke, Obito and the others are captured. Please tell me you are alright."
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
For the first time in his life, he mused, he had ignored an order from his brother. He slightly lifted the gun from his pants.
He made a sharp shift to the right, entering a small, unlit room, in hopes of not being seen by his pursuers. His back pressed on the door, he slid down to the floor trying to gasp for his breath as mutely as he could.
When the guards were out of hearing range, he finally let out a heavy and long sigh. For a moment there, he thought he would be captured, or worse, killed. The feudal and samurai era had been long gone and over; still, even in modern day Japan, trespassing in the Royal Palace was punishable by death. The only difference was, they will be given a chance for a trial.
Which would not help either way.
"Hey, I thought thieves are ugly and disgusting."
He jerked from his position hearing a female voice from inside the room, and in front of him knelt a stunning young woman, her eyes round and curious as they stared at him.
He had seen her before, he was sure of it. Those green eyes that shone in the darkness, they were familiar. That beautiful heart-shaped face, it was all over the newspapers, magazines and the internet recently. Especially that long, silky rose-coloured tresses dangling gracefully on her shoulder, there was only one person famous for it.
There inside the confined and shady space with him, was his country's one and only Crowned Princess.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
TO BE CONTINUED
There you go! I def love it when Sakura is a princess and Sasuke is the commoner lol
Please tell me what you think of this story?
-Aria