Princess chronicles
Introduction to the Princess' life
A fanfiction
Neji: This is a disclaimer to tell you that the author wrote this story but Masashi Kishimoto created this manga.
TenTen: And this is for the author's younger sister Kisa, who sends her condolences for her death.
Ino: This is true to be exact, please no flames, this is a true story not medieval but modern. And the blood bath is just an exaggeration.
Temari: Yeah, yeah this story is copyrighted so no copying.
All: We hope you will enjoy this.
She sat alone on the plush magenta seats belonging to her couch. She twirled her pink curly locks of hair every minute. Twirl, twist, and pull then release. This was her pattern to make her curly hair, outside; there were loud sounds of trumpets and drums. There were also sounds of people cheering; to her it was annoying and noisy. It was the celebration of the King's birthday. The hall she was in was decorated with banners and pink balloons, it did not blend well with the country's coat of arms that was bright orange and mellow yellow. The young woman detested this palace from the day she was born; she hated this life of hers. Most of the girls in her country would squeal and kill to be born in a Royal Bloodline; but to the Princess it was utter hell.
Her normal routine of course, like a normal princess, was to act lady-like smile in front of the people and wave. But inside those castle walls was something more strange and gruesome.
In the mornings, the princess would wake up by the sounds of clothes ripping and hollers. This was done by the castle maids mostly the princess' head maids. Then there was breakfast, she would sit alone in the dinning hall as her mother bathed in blood and her father went off for hunting. Her mother is very strange indeed, thinking that young blood would make her skin look fresh and smooth, she ordered shinobi to slaughter the young boys and girls and bathed in their blood. Her father was and will always be a playboy, at the age of 60; he would visit different pubs and canoodle with different hostesses. Despicable alright, but her mother did not pay any heed to this as long as the hostesses' heads were chopped off and their blood was poured into the golden tub the Queen was ecstatic.
Now off point, her meal is forever strict. She had to be on a diet not because she was fat but her mother had planned all of this. The princess would eat plain white milk bread in the morning and chug down a glass of cranberry juice. After that came bananas with grape juice sprinkled on it. But those days were long gone now it was only a luxury to have that meal now, it consisted of:
Two apples served with tossed salad smeared with vegetable oil.
A glass of squashed wolfberries
A bowl of carrots mixed with broccoli and thin slices of salmon. All smothered in fragrant olive oil.
To the queen this would help make the princess a perfect bride for a prince and a perfect candidate for her blood bath.
Off point again as well, to the story then. The princess looked out of the window as people started dirty dancing, drinking beer and wine. She spotted her father doing intimate things with an unknown lady. She also spotted her mother drinking a liquid that was blood red and it wasn't red wine.
Everything about this country was wrong just wrong; there were prostitutes everywhere, burglars and robberies as well. The council was corrupted and there were many scandals reported in the media. She stood up and faced the mirror, fluffing her pink luscious hair she stared at herself in the mirror.
She touched her creamy pale white as she admired herself. She felt tears spring in her eyes as she looked at herself.
Her name was Sakura Haruno and this is her life.
Itachi: We hoped you liked this first chapter; the author apologizes if she was out of plot but will regain her composure.
Hidan: Read and review please.
Author: The first three people who review, the dedications will go out to you. Merci and have a nice day.