Edited because someone mentioned that my massive grammar mistakes made it seem like English wasn't my native language D: ….which actually isn't! lolololololololololololol
.
WANTED!
Chapter One: WANTED! HARUNO SAKURA!
.
"Mistress Sakura!" A manly voiced echoed around the streets, bouncing off the cold walls. "Mistress Sakura! Where are you!? You know you're too old for these foolish games!"
A yellow-blond man wandered around the town of Konoha in search of a certain pinkette. He raised his bangs that completely covered his left, blue eye, allowing him to see better. He noticed few middle-aged women conversing amongst themselves and decided to approach them.
"Excuse me; have you seen a girl with pink hair?" He asked with a nifty voice, his eyes inspecting each individual woman for any sign that would give them in.
The women looked at him with a wary look. One raised her arm towards the left. "We saw her run towards that way," she assured him.
The man with feminine features brightened up after hearing such news. "Why, thank you!" He proceeded to run towards the direction directed to him, yelling for a certain pinkette in the process.
The women's eyes trailed down to the disappearing form of the blonde man. As soon as it disappeared from sight, one of them reached down to the finicky looking tablecloth from the table next to them, revealing a girl around seventeen years of age.
Said girl peeked out from the bottom of the table hesitating a bit, her curious green eyes scrutinizing the area.
"The man passed already, dear," the lady who had lied to the blond reassured her.
Sakura smiled at the group of women as she slowly rose from her crouching position. "Thanks for not saying a thing ma'am."
The lady smiled back at the well mannered girl. "No problem. Just get going. He might come back any time."
Sakura nodded and rushed the opposite way her caretaker had taken.
"My dear daughter is about to be eighteen years of age this upcoming March. She will finally be the proper age to court. You Sasori…you have been like the son I never had."
A red-haired man called Sasori stood in front of the wooden desk of the man known as the King of the Fire Island; Haruno Shota.
He smiled at the last comment his father made. "I really appreciate your comment sir. I also think of you as a fa-"
He was interrupted by the thunderous voice of the man before him. "Sasori, how have I asked you to address me as?" the man questioned.
"As Shota or Father," Sasori confirmed.
The man raised his awfully large eyebrow. "Then please do so."
Sasori blinked. "Of course Shota. Now, about Princess Sakura…"
"Oh! Right! I wish for you to court her."
Sasori's eyes widened just a bit, but not enough for someone to notice. "It will be an honor to do so Shota, but will she agree?" he inquired.
Shota snorted. "She has to. I'm her father and she has to do what she's told to do. Besides, I have seen the way you look at her painting on the wall for a long time now…" The older man teased.
This surprised Sasori quite a bit. He had thought he was being discrete about his feelings towards the rosette, though her father had noticed. He wasn't going to deny it for the fact that he indeed liked the girl. Ever since he met her at the age of four years. It had been mild affection back then but as soon as he had laid eyes upon her portrait on the wall, he knew that the one person he wished to stay for the rest of his life with was with Haruno Sakura.
"May I speak to her first, Shota?" Sasori asked with an impassive face. In reality he couldn't wait to see Sakura again. He had barely arrived to the Island of Fire from a long mission assigned to him. He hadn't seen the rosette due to his parents sending him off to study far to other lands, where the education was finer. That was a total of ten years!
"Of course! The sooner the better for me!" The large man yelled more than he had to. "DEIDARA! COME OVER HERE NOW!"
Both men looked at the wooden door awaiting for it to be opened brusquely…but it never happened…
Shota looked at the door bewildered. The man would usually come at such a flying speed he sometimes thought he was some sort of bird!
Though nothing occurred and the golden locks of Deidara's were no where in sight.
All of a sudden, the auburn door opened slowly, making a low squeaky sound in the process. It was opened by just a fraction of it before a gray head popped to the side. "Sir?" A jagged voice questioned.
"Kakashi…where's Deidara?"
Kakashi allowed himself in, standing with his back straight. "Both Princess Sakura and Deidra went to visit the town, sir."
Shota sighed. "Well this is embarrassing…so sorry, Sasori. If you wish to stay for dinner and wait for her," he offered.
Sasori bowed his head in respect. "You're so generous Shota, but I have other businesses I have to attend to. If you would please excuse me."
Shota nodded once firmly. "You are excuse Sasori."
The redhead once again bowed his head and dismissed himself.
Kakashi looked at the man with his only visible eye as he passed by his side and walked in a graceful manner towards the door.
After hearing the soft sound of the shutting door, he slowly shifted his vision towards his 'King'. "Should I go look for them?"
"Mistress Sakura! I saw you running this way! You better stop running away this instant!" The man known as Deidara yelled with all his might even in his state of lack of breath. He had seen the long pastel locks of Sakura's hair swiftly disappear while rounding the corner.
Kami! This girl of mine! She'll be the death of me! "Mistress Sakura!"
"Mistress Sakura!"
Sakura winced after hearing her caretaker's shrieking voice. She disliked the fact that he kept yelling out her name all around town. What if someone found out who she actually was?
The pinkette kept running, allowing the air to hit her face at full force. She turned to a dim and menacing looking aisle. Even though all her senses screamed for her to get the hell away from there, she kept running towards it. She didn't notice that it had a dead end until she stopped few feet away from it.
She furrowed her thin eyebrows. "Damn. It's a dead end…Deidara is sure to find me here…"
"Kukuku…what a beautiful pink dress you have there child…it complements your hair…"
Sakura turned to meet a pair of bloodcurdling golden eyes observing intently her every move. Her emerald green orbs widened, noticing that the man had a white scaled snake, a really unusual type.
His leer made her hairs curled up in fear. She tried backing away but remembered the dead end as soon as the brick wall bit her back.
She jerked her head up at it before quickly shifting her gaze at the snow-pale man with long, night-black hair. He was approaching her rather slowly, his eyes fixated only on her persona.
There was something sadistic on the man she couldn't describe and she hated the way he seemed to enjoy her fear.
"Kukuku…don't be afraid, Princess Sakura. I won't hurt you, that is, if you behave…"
The way the man's icy voice said her name frightened her, forcing her heart to pump more blood throughout her system than necessary.
Suddenly out of the shadows, another man gingerly approached her. "Princess, we shall take you with us."
Sakura stood petrified in place. What should she do?
"Kabuto, you're scaring her. Be a nice gentleman, kukuku."
Her state seemed to amuse both, making them feel full of certainty, which was the one thing that caused their plan to fail. A sudden energy emerged from her, forcing her to react in an swift manner. She saw an opening and dragged her body to react with her being, running between the two without hesitation.
"Hey! Come back here you brat! Lord Orochimaru, prepare the ships! I shall take care of her!"
Sakura ran as fast as her dress and high heels allowed her to. The dark aisle just seemed to get longer and farther away as she ran away from both men.
"Come back here!"
The rosette was about to round the corner when she crashed into something hard. She fell on her behind and looked up to see the butler of the palace she lived in.
"Kakashi!" She yelped as she stood up and hugged the man tightly not wanting to let go.
"Princess Sakura? Is everything alright?" The man's usually uneven voice seemed concerned.
Said person looked up to the butler's only eye he had visible. Her curious eyes trailed back at the aisle just to see no one in sight. Composing herself, she smiled brightly up at the grey-haired man, a smile she would often show to her father; a fake smile. "Yes…I just… Hey! What did I tell you about calling me Princess Sakura?" She crossed her arms, changing the subject immediately.
Kakashi smiled down at her. "Mistress Sakura or Sakura," he confirmed for the thousand time that year.
Sakura genuinely smiled. "That's right, though I prefer you referring me as only Sakura."
Kakashi sighed as he ushered Sakura out of the aisle, both of his hands on either of her shoulders. "Mistress Sakura, I still need to show my respects towards you."
Laughing lightly, she placed one of her hands over his. "Oh Kakashi! You know I think of you as a father! You can call me however you want!"
Kakashi smiled once again. "And I think of you as a daughter."
When Sakura had walked ahead of Kakashi, he had immediately turned back to the faint aisle. His eye narrowed into a slit. In the wet ground laid a small thin white snake, his golden eyes fixated on them.
He walked towards it and with his sword decapitated it.
Deidara's blue eyes bore holes on her person. "You dared make me worry, girl! I searched for you everywhere!" An accusing finger was directed towards her direction as she sat flawlessly on her bed. "Don't ever do that again!"
Her pastel eyebrows met. "I wouldn't run off if you just merely allowed me to view the wonderful sights of Konoha!" the young woman raised her voice, fighting for her rights.
"Since you began going out to the town, your behavior has worsen! You're prohibited from visiting the outsides of the palace!"
Sakura stiffened. "What? Why? You cannot do that! I can go if I wish to do so, Deidara! You're no one to tell me what to do!"
Deidara's only visible eye widened in surprise. "M-Mistress Sakura! Don't say such things! I'm just trying to help you! I'm trying to protect you!"
Green eyes glared back at the blond man. "Protect me from what?! The whole world?! I can't live my life like this! I want to travel around the world and meet lots of people! I don't want to be just stuck here forever! I don't wish to be afraid, weak! I don't even have friends!"
"Sakura," he breathed out. "I'm your friend, and so is Kakashi." He smiled softly.
Sakura looked at the man in front of her, her eyes softening. "I'm sorry, Deidara. It's just that…I want to talk someone around my age. I know I have him," she smiled. "…and Kakashi is like a father to me and you…" She looked up at the smiling, wide eyed man who had both hands curled up into fists in front of his chest. "…as a mother I never had," she declared.
A terrifying shriek escaped the blonde's lips, frightening Sakura in the process. Deidara rushed towards her to crush her into a bear hug also known as to Sakura "Deidara's Penalty Hug" even though he intended it in a good way.
They both knew how much they couldn't live without the other. Their bond was unbreakable, one of a daughter and her mother, though Deidara would wish for the young pinkette to see him as an older brother, he let it go since in his mind being like a mother was a stronger and beyond more powerful bond than that of an older brother.
"Sakura? Is that you crying?" They heard a voice question behind the door.
Deidara jumped off Sakura's bed so fast she would have missed the action if she would have blinked. The man composed himself, placing a neutral look on his face, making it seem like he hadn't been shedding tears moments ago.
The king opened the door, his eyes shifting between Deidara and his daughter confused at the sight.
"I was telling Sakura a really sorrowful story," Deidara merely mentioned as he raised his chin.
Sakura narrowed her apple-green eyes sinisterly towards her caretaker. That bastard had been the one crying!
"Oh, is that so?" He shook his head dismissing his thoughts. "Anyways, excuse us, Deidara. My daughter and I have to discuss important matters."
Deidara bowed in respect. "Please excuse me then." He gave Sakura one last glance before leaving her room.
Sakura looked up at her father in worry. "Is something wrong, father?"
The man stood straight as his eyes gazed down on his daughter's form. He was an impatient man, so he went straight forward with his answer. "Sakura, you will court Sasori after your eighteen birthday."
Sakura's eyes widened. "Court Sasori? But…I haven't seen him in a long time! I can't court him! I don't even love him!"
Shota furrowed his eyebrows infuriated. "Do you think that matters? Your mother never once loved me as much as I loved her! She was in love with a pirate!" The last word held poisonous venom.
"How could she love a low life when I was there for her! I treated her well! God abandoned her for her sins! That's why she's dead! I don't want you to court just anyone!"
Sakura stood up from her bed infuriated. "Don't talk about my mother like that! She would have been a better parent than you!"
The king slapped her. Sakura fell into her bed. She jerked her face towards her father, she held her cheek as she returned a glare of her own.
"You dare to disobey me! You're just like her! Tomorrow Sasori will come for dinner! You will behave, or else!" he held his words.
As soon as he stormed out of her room Deidara came in running, reaching out for the pinkette. "Sakura! Are you ok?" He hugged her protectively.
"D-Deidara!" She sobbed. "Why?" She hid her face on the man's chest.
"Shhh…Sleep my dear…" He comforted her while soothing her pink locks of hair.
A man sat, leaning on his chair as the moon's light lighted up only the surface of his mahogany desk. He played with what seemed to be a small pocket knife before a soft knock came from the door to his office.
"Come in," he said with an impassive voice though one might be able to catch a dark tone in between.
A man that had half his body black and the other in white walked slowly up to the front of the desk. "Captain," he greeted with a nod. "We have heard that Orochimaru and his crew are nearby."
At the statement, the man slowly opened his eyes. "So I wasn't mistaken. The ship we saw was the White Snake," he confirmed his own thoughts.
The other man nodded in agreement. "Yes. I heard he's around the town of Konoha. Perhaps after the princess. One of his men said that they had managed to get near her. He was drunk so I managed to get more than enough information."
"Zetsu…what other information did you acquired?" The one known as the Captain asked impatiently, nearly wanting to rub his temples.
"Ahh…right! They are planning to attack tomorrow night. They will take the princess as a hostage to try to gain power. That's what I infer. The King loves his little princess after all." Suddenly his other half spoke. "Or so they say. I believe he is just using her if you ask me."
The Captain wasn't surprised to hear the other Zetsu disagreeing with his other half. They always broke into small quarrels.
The man waved his hand in a dismissal manner. Zetsu bowed his head and left, closing the door behind him lightly.
The captain mused over the new acquired information, a sly smirk appearing on his features. "The princess, huh? Well, let's see what happens if things don't go according to plan, Orochimaru."
The lone thing one could make out was his silhouette, that is, until he opened his eyes revealing scarlet orbs.
Deidara wasn't surprised seeing Kakashi leaning against the wall in front of the door of Sakura's room as he walked out of it. He made sure not to make a noise as he closed the door mutely. His face turned to face the gray-haired man. "I can assume you heard the discussion?" He inquired even though it sounded more like a statement.
Kakashi nodded once firmly. "From the palace's doors. How is she?"
Deidara sighed deeply. "She calmed down. She's asleep now." He looked down, furrowing his eyebrows provoking a crease between them. "How can her father do that to her?"
He joined Kakashi, his back also leaning against the wall. "He's a monster," he declared. "A really ugly one, at that."
Kakashi shook his head. "He's worst than that Deidara. He shouldn't deserve to be a father."
The yellow-haired man looked up at him in worry. "Kakashi, what are you thinking? I know you well…"
Kakashi collected himself and started to walk towards the King's office. "Something I had to do a long time ago."
Deidara panicked, both eyes widened in horror. "Kakashi! You know you will get fired! Sakura won't enjoy that at all!"
Kakashi dismissed his warning.
"Kakashi!"
The King sat on his large chair looking at some documents until a knock interrupted him.
"Come," he still wasn't so happy about the small discussion he had with his daughter.
Kakashi gracefully walked up to the middle of the room. He looked down at a painting of Sakura around six years of age that sat nicely almost at the edge of the desk.
The king looked at him expectably. "Is something wrong Kakashi?"
He was met with a stoically gaze. "I believe there is something I have to tell you."
Shota raised his eyebrow in question. "What is it?"
"First of all, I don't agree that Sakura should court Sasori. Also the way you acted is not considered appropriate for you."
The king rose from his chair infuriated. "Who do you think you are to tell me ,the king, what to do?"
Kakashi still held himself in position. "I am the butler of the Haruno palace. I think I shall at least say something about my mistress."
This infuriated the king more. "I am your king! You shall not disobey me! My words mean more than yours! And I shall do what I want with my daughter! A low life like you shouldn't order me around! You work for me!" He grabbed the closest thing that was in his desk and threw it across the room. It was the picture Kakashi had been looking at not so long ago.
"I work for my mistress Sakura. Not you. I'm only here for her. Her mother before dying told me to take responsibility on her. I speak for her and if necessarily, I would die for her. So I am here for Sakura only." Kakashi still stood his ground and held his words strong. He hadn't even flinched when the 'man' in front of him had throwned his own daughter's image.
Shota's glare harden. "You know perfectly that I can get you fired! And you still dare to show yourself and disrespect your king! Someone come and get this man out of my sight!"
Kakashi stomped his way towards the king. "I'm not finish! I won't allow you to hurt and take Sakura's happiness just like you did to me!"
"Get. Out. Now!"
"You shall hear me! I am-" Kakashi's words were ceased by a hand that covered his mouth.
"Jugo! Take this man to the dungeons! Take him there and allow God to give him his final verdict! The day after tomorrow he shall no longer be living among us!"
"Yes, your majesty." The orange haired man along with other men, took Kakashi to the nearest cold prison.
Sakura woke up feeling the hot sun in her face. She sat up, stretching both her arms. She rubbed her eyes with one of her hands while she scratched her head with the other. Finally awake, she looked to her side noticing a too happy Deidara. Even though Deidara would always seemed to be happy it felt strange how he smiled at the moment. His expressions were full of merriment but his eyes held sadness.
"Good morning Mistress Sakura! We need to fix you extra better today! Remember the gentleman Sasori will be coming to visit!"
Sakura walked away from Deidara as if she hadn't heard him. She went to her restroom to look at herself in the mirror. Her right cheek was still swollen just a bit.
Make up will have to do.
"Oh Sakura! You look lovely!" Deidara complimented while looking at Sakura's reflection on the mirror.
The maids that were fixing Sakura's hair, agreed with blissful smiles. After they finished with everything, Deidara ushered them out of the room.
He then helped Sakura up and held both her petite hands into his large ones. "You look beautiful, Sakura."
Sakura smiled up at him. "Thanks." A really strong word that held a really strong meaning. The word itself can do wonders and miracles, but when she said it, it meant nothing. It was worthless.
"Let's go, Sakura. You don't want to keep the gentleman Sasori waiting now, do you?"
Sakura shook her head with no emotion visible.
"Here, hold on to my arm," Deidara offered. Sakura did as she was told. He caretaker then squeezed her hand for reassurance.
A red-haired man waited impatiently at the bottom of the stairs. He couldn't wait to see his lovely Sakura. How much had she changed? Were her feelings towards him the same as well? He was brought back to the world as he looked up. His golden brown eyes widened as he saw Sakura.
She wore a beautiful white dress decorated beautifully with a purple ribbon at the waist. Her hair was loose but was still being held by another purple ribbon, letting the curls rain down her back up to her waist. Her face looked perfect, the make up covering all evidence of what had happened the night before and all emotions of suffering. The only thing that was wrong were her usually vivid green eyes. They looked dim and sorrowful, something Sasori managed to catch.
Even though she was suffering deep inside of her she still held that fake smile she had learned years ago by a special friend. She hasn't heard of him in a while…ever since…
"Sakura?" Sasori questioned even though he knew exactly who she was.
"Sasori," she smiled.
Sasori composed himself from his sudden shock and reached out for her, offering his hand. Sakura accepted it while remembering her father's words. She had to act decent or else…
Both went to the dining room without a word to say. After dinner, both decided (more like Shota) to have a walk on the back garden of the mansion. Both walked in silence until Sasori cleared his throat.
"Sakura, you look stunning," he flattered.
Sakura looked up to him. "Thank you."
"It has been a while since I last saw you, huh?" He tried to start conversation.
Sakura blinked. "It has been ten years, Sasori."
Sasori sighed giving up. The only way she would talk about them would be after she talks about her problem.
"I heard what happened to the butler," Sasori stated.
Sakura looked up to him confused. "Kakashi?"
The redhead nodded. "Yes, he tried to kill your father, correct? What a misfortune…I have heard he was a good guy. I know you're worried for your father."
Sakura began to piece the puzzle together. Kakashi not being in the mansion, Deidara's sadness, and Sasori thinking that she worried about her father. Something must of happened yesterday. She decided to act it cool.
"Yes, I do worry about him."
Sasori was glad that she changed a bit after discussing what worried her. "You're lucky to have him as a father."
Sakura smiled up at him. When she said that she worried about her father she had meant Kakashi, the father she really wished she had.
"Sakura, your father might of told you about this already but I wish to discuss about it. No. I want to do it the right way." He stopped walking to face Sakura.
"The right way?" She inquired her eyes showing confusion.
Sasori bent down to one knee. He held Sakura's left hand and looked deeply on her emerald orbs. "Haruno Sakura. Ever since I met you I have never forgotten about you. I love you by every way possible. Please accept me and this ring and become my wife. Would you marry me?"
Sakura gasped. She didn't knew what to say. She had gone with the idea of courting him but this was diferent. How can she accept now when she wasn't ready for it just yet?
"Sasori…we met at a really young age and I know after my eighteen birthday we will still have to court…why do this?"
Sasori smiled. "Because I want you to feel safe with me. I want you to act the same way you did when we were children."
"I-" Sakura got interrupted by a series of explosives.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
Both beings looked up to see smoke arising from the entrance of the palace.
Screams and more explosives were heard after the first ones. Without a second thought, Sakura ran towards the palace.
"Sakura! It's dangerous! Don't go inside!"
She ignored Sasori's words as she kept running to find what was going on.
Deidara finished picking up all the mess that was on his room. He sighed with relief after finishing his cleaning. He yelped when he suddenly heard a series of explosives.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
He looked out his nearby window and noticed smoke coming from the entrance of the palace.
His eyes widened in terror as he rushed out of his room. He had to find Sakura no matter what even if it costed him his own life. He ran to the back garden to only see a petrified Sasori.
"S-Sasori? Where's Sakura?"
Sasori looked down at him. "She…She left running!" He then also left running towards the palace.
Deidara decided to follow him in the search of the rosette.
Kakashi felt uneasy as he sat on the cold damped floor. He just knew something was wrong. Why weren't the people outside as they usually would be? He looked out the only crack his prison cell had. His eye widened as he saw something being fired his way. He jumped, trying to avoid the hit.
BOOM!
BOOM!
BOOM!
He had been right to hide. The wall where he had been leaning against collapsed in front of his being. He took the opportunity to escape. But before that he had to find his sword.
He knew he would need it.
Sakura ran pass corridors and rounded corners wanting to reach the front gates of the palace. What was going on? As she rounded the last corner to reach her destination she crashed into something solid. She looked up and was horrified to see who it was. It was the man she comed to know as Kabuto.
She was about to scream for help but Kabuto pointed his sword towards her face. She gasped frightened.
"One sound princess and you're dead," he assured sadistically.
Kabuto felt satisfied at the pinkette's reaction. He was about to draw back his sword when he felt someone behind him. He raised his sword just in time to prevent the other man's sword from hurting him.
"Oh, it's you," Kabuto praised.
Sasori had no idea how, but he lost the blond man! He ran between hallways not sure where exactly he was going. He came to a sudden stop as he glared at the scene before him. Before anyone could get hurt, he drew his sword and launched himself to the man in front of him. Though the other man seemed to have sensed him and guarded himself.
"Oh, it's you."
Sakura's green pools widened in surprise, happy to see someone she knew.
"Kakashi," she breathed out.
Kakashi glanced down at her before returning his gaze to the other silver-haired man.
"Sakura, run to a safe place. Now."
Sakura looked up at her butler. Her pleading eyes observed his every move wanting for him to come along.
"Sakura! Run!" Kakashi repeating, Sakura obeying this time.
Kabuto looked back to the pinkette. "Don't let her escape!"
Just as he finished saying those words, another man came into view. He blocked Sakura's only escape route. "Where do you think you're going, princess?" the fat man inquired while smiling, allowing everyone to see that he was missing some teeth.
Sakura stopped herself before she would collide into him. The man tried reaching for her wrists but Sakura kicked him in the groin before he managed to.
"Owww!"
She was going to jump over his crouching body, but even in his painful state he had managed to drop her to the floor by pulling on her ankle.
"Where do you think you're going, miss?"
Sakura tried to pick herself up but to no avail. The man stood first, still feeling the pain between his legs. He then grabbed a fist full of Sakura's pastel colored hair. She screamed in pain as he tugged on it brutely.
"Sakura!" Kakashi yelled as he tried to run towards her, but Kabuto stopped him when he launched his sword towards him. Instinct forced Kakashi to shield himself.
"Where do you think you're going, Hatake Kakashi? Or should I say Copy Ninja?"Kabuto asked while smiling a malicious smile.
Kakashi glared hard at the mention of his epithet.
"A pirate well known in scattered lands, one to be feared. It was just my luck to find you here, Hatake."
Kakashi closed his eye tightly shut as to rethink things. He then slowly opened it. He retreated himself few feet away from Kabuto. "Then I guess I shouldn't hide no more." He lifted the eye patch that covered his left eye. Right underneath it was a red colored eye, one that was feared by most.
Sakura gasped. She was the only one besides Deidara that knew Kakashi's real identity. "Kakashi! Don't-"
She was forced to shut up as the man that held tightly to her hair, tugged on it. "Shut up brat! Kabuto! I'll be taking her to Lord Orochimaru!"
Kabuto smirked. "Fine by me."
Sakura's cold and salty tears started to stream down her cheeks. She knew who they were talking about. It was that man she had met in the dark aisle. She didn't want to go to him. What was she suppose to do now?
"Oh, it's you."
Sasori glower at the man standing few feet away from him.
"Orochimaru," he hissed in disgust.
Orochimaru laughed. "I see people still seemed to know me."
"Correct. I see your repulsive face in Wanted bulletins almost everywhere I go," Sasori stated. This caused the other man to laugh more.
"Sasori, eh? You are well known as well. You have assasinated various notorious pirates yourself. I see your sweet face in the Warning bulletins. Kukuku…"
Sasori glower harder at the man's lame joke. "Then I guess I should do a favor to the people and make sure no one sees your face again in a bulletin!" Sasori charged at him.
Deidara ran from room to room searching for his dear Sakura. She was no where in sight. Hearing a noise, he gingerly hid near a narrowed place as few men passed by the hallway he was in. They wore almost the same outfit. He recognized it immediately. Kakashi had said something about it once.
"Orochimaru," he whispered to himself in surprise, recognizing the outfits, though he said it loud enough for the other men to hear.
"Someone is hiding there!"
"Get him!"
"Don't let him escape!"
Deidara's ocean blue orbs widened as he ran for his life while being chased by several wild looking men with sharp blades.
Sakura's tears seemed to multiply in numbers by the seconds. She was there being held by her hair hopeless. Kakashi couldn't help her like he usually did; he had other important matters to take care of. Deidara wasn't there. Probably dead? She hated to think about it but it was a possibility that it was true. As for her father…she knew she couldn't count on him.
"Stop your crying, girl! Let's go! Stand up!"
Sakura tried to pull away her hair from the man's grasp, but it didn't work. She looked up at the wall to meet with the painting of her mother. She didn't look like her. They were complete opposites, the hair only made them be known as siblings. Her mother's face was longer and thiner unlike Sakura's. Her hair longer than her own, which reached her waist. Her pink hair was a shade darker or two. She smiled and her green eyes held happiness. Sakura never once has seen herself be that happy.
Green eyes trailed to the side of the portrait, where a blade decorated the wall.
It had belonged to someone special her mother had adored, or so Deidara had said once. Without any hesitations Sakura reached out for it and grabbed it.
The man who held her hair laughed. "Do you really think you can hurt me with that?"
Sakura smirked at his reaction. "This isn't for you."
The man stopped his laughing and looked down bewildered at her response. Then his eyes widened as she did the unthinkable.
She slightly rose the blade and slashed more than half of her hair. Her pink strands flew aroud her and fell silently on the floor. Then man had used her for support so as soon as she had done that he fell backwards letting go of the long pink locks.
Sakura still faced the floor as she felt the lost weight of her hair. The strands still flew around her as her thoughts returned to her mother.
Now they were complete opposites.
She rose from her position, immediately escaping.
"Gyaaah! Let go!" Deidara yelled as a man grabbed his arm.
The man chuckled. "Like if I were to listen to you!"
Deidara frown. "Didn't your parents ever taught you any manners? Something along the lines of, don't touch other people without their permission?!"
The man blinked. "What?" The other men surrounding him laughed. This made said man blush in embarrassment.
"Shut up woman!"
Deidara's frown hardened. "I. Am. Not. A. Woman!" He then headbang the man. "TAKE THAT BASTARD! SEE IF A WOMAN CAN DO THAT!" He ran as quickly as possible.
The others just stood stunned at what had happened.
"Run! You cowards! Run for him!" The one in the floor yelled.
They all did as said.
Deidara was about to run around a corner until another explosive came.
BOOM!
Was it his lucky day or what?!
Deidara stayed paralyzed, ducking on the floor. The smoke of the latest explosive cleared, revealing just who was responsible of the damage.
Several men stood there with different outfits and sizes. One with raven hair looked down at him, quirking an eyebrow in question.
He trailed his eyes to the brutal stomping sound coming ahead. He smirked as he saw the men that were chasing after the blond stop on their heels.
"So Orochimaru's crew has invaded the palace," he confirmed.
"What should we do, teme?" A blonde man with scratches resembling whiskers asked.
The raven haired man looked at him as if he were stupid. "We do as the Captain ordered us. Search!"
Just with that single word, everyone scattered towards their own way in exception of the onyx-eyed man.
He took his blade out and prepared himself for a battle. His smirk widened taking notice how Orochimaru's crew trembled at his presence. He poited the sharp edge of his blade towards them, ignoring the frightened blond man on the ground.
"Now, shall we do this the easy way," he paused as he closed his dark eyes to reopen them as scarlet colored ones. "Or the hard way?"
He hoped it would be the latter. It's not like they had any choice.
BOOM!
Both Sasori and Orochimaru ceased fighting after hearing yet another explosive.
Orochimaru's face expression seemed to change, something Sasori thought to be strange.
"He's here!" He hissed to himself.
Sasori didn't knew what the hell he was talking about, though he still kept his guard.
Orochimaru turned to face the redhead. "Sorry, Sasori-kun. We will have to delay our little fight for another day." With those words he disappeared.
Sasori blinked not sure what had happened. He then rushed to the closest window.
Another explosive near the entrance.
With sword still in hand, he headed to the entrance.
Her feet screamed for her to rest, though she knew she couldn't. Not just yet. She knew the palace was being invaded by pirates, but how far had they gone? They had already attacked the entrance, so her only choice was to head to the back.
She stopped as she heard nearby whispers. She looked to her left and noticed a door. Immediately without musing over it, she reached for the doorknob and let herself in. She closed the door silently with a soft click.
Sighing in relief, she placed her ear next to the door, trying to listen to any source of noise.
They were gone…
She sighed in relief once again. Turning to face the room, she was met with someone's figure.
Her gasp was silenced by the rough hand of the form as he forced her back against the door. Even in the dark shadows, she could see that he was a young man. Her face reached him up to his chest. Her eyes widened not liking how close he was. His hot breath touched her face even though he was a head taller or so. His eyes were crimson, the color of blood. Before she could take any course of action, he leaned down to whisper on her ear.
"Sleep, my princess…"
After that, darkness took over her.
I just corrected the grammar, but as soon as I finish this story, I will rewrite the whole thing. There was too much left out and I could have written more descriptive…
Mersi!