Okay all. I'm Lady Blade WarAngel. This fanfic was originally by an author called Rachel9493 but I adopted it and I'm continuing it for her. I certainly have no intent to change it too much. I hope you all like it, and that my chapters can live up to the story so far. I hope you all enjoy. (Also, if you're seeing this Rachel9493, please feel free to tell me you new author name, so I can give you credit. XD)
So… the first six chapters written, were written by the original author. Some paragraphing, and small things have been changed. But from chapter six and onwards, it's all my own work. Also, I'll say right now, that I use the English spellings of everything, not the American. Sorry for anyone who gets confused by that, but it's just too odd for me to keep remembering to spell in the American way, so I've edited the first five, original chapters in that way, for certain.
Also, I've been editing all my old work, getting rid of any spelling or grammatical mistakes, and I noticed some points where I messed up. Not hugely, but just a little. So, editing happened. I also added some scenes. So, even if you've read this story before, I would suggest rereading it again, just for the little added scenes I put it. But to be fair, what I've added, will NOT affect the story in anyway. So, if you don't feel like going back and rereading, I doubt that you'll notice any difference. So I really hope that you enjoy the ride here.
So… shall we begin?
A/N: (…) Sakura's Inner self.
"…" When people are thinking.
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The Prince and The Slave
Chapter One.
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(Sakura's P.O.V.)
My name is Haruno Sakura. I'm sixteen years old and yes, I'm still a virgin. Most girls my age, were already raped or something by disgusting, perverted men. Yes, I'm proud to say that I am a tomboy. I can be polite when I want to be, but I'm more likely to be rude if I dislike you. I have cherry blossom pink hair that goes to my waist, hence the name Sakura. I have emerald coloured eyes with an almond shape and curves in all the right places. My friends call me a goddess because of all the stares I get when we walk around our small village.
"Mum, I just finished picking the vegetables." I called out to her. I pick vegetables twice a week. It's not like my family's poor or anything, but my family live in a small village away from the Uchiha kingdom, also known as Fire Country. My Father is a warrior to fight off the Uchiha kingdom if they ever come. It's considered more like a rebellion I guess.
"Okay. Help me with the laundry. All I need is for you to hang it to dry outside. Then you can help me cook dinner for your father." My Mum called out to me from the kitchen.
"Alright Mum." I answered back. I had hoped I'd get some time to myself, but with Father not being here, that wasn't likely to happen.
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(General P.O.V.)
Outside whilst hanging up the laundry Sakura noticed the sun beginning to set. "Dad should be coming home by now. I hope he's safe." Sakura thought to herself as she pegged a white sheet to the washing line.
(Of course, he's safe. He's one of the strongest warriors in the entire village.)
"Yeah I guess you're right but it is getting late. He's usually home by now though." Sakura's inner self didn't answer and Sakura got back to hanging out the laundry. While continuing her work without paying attention to her inner self, she heard noise coming from the east where the village was located. She looked towards the sounds, and saw black smoke rising from the village. She heard the screams of women and battle cries of fighting warriors. She heard swords clashing together, and the fighting was getting closer. When Sakura snapped out of her daze she noticed she had already dropped the bedsheets she'd been holding. She saw that there were already men coming toward her house. Almost instantly she thought of her Mother. In her head, there were already warning bells ringing in her mind, telling her that it was too dangerous, that she should start running now. She ignored all her instincts and ran into the house. She saw her Father dead on the floor. Her Mother sobbing over his body. She turned to look at Sakura. Her eyes widened.
"Sakura, run!" Her Mother yelled, that was when Sakura saw the men that were standing over her parents. She saw a man pull out a kunai. Before Sakura could utter a sound, the man had slit her Mother's throat.
Sakura felt a choked sob, escape her throat, as she gazed on the corpses of her parents. The blood seemed to be everywhere and Sakura found she couldn't move. She practically dropped on the floor oblivious to the men behind her ready to take her as a slave. She felt someone hit her on the back of her head. That was all she knew before a dark cloud descended over her mind, and she thought no more.
The soldier lifted her up and carried her to the slave cart. Once at the cart he gave her to his leader, the favoured slave trader of King Fugaku, of Fire Country. He looked at her and had an evil smirk on his face.
"Good job Kabuto I think this maiden shall sell very well at the Royal Auction." He said. A smirk, spread across his face.
"Yes, thank you Orochimaru-Sama." The grey-haired soldier, pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, a smirk of his own graced his face.
"Go put this girl in the cart and let us leave this little flea pit." Orochimaru said. The group of bandits cleared out, leaving the small village destroyed completely.
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(Sakura's P.O.V.)
When I opened my eyes, everything seemed blurry. I blinked a few times before my eyes adjusted to the darkness. When my eyes finally adjusted to the lack of light I noticed others were sitting around me. I decided to ask one of the most obvious questions since I was completely dumbfounded right now. "Umm…... Where am I?" I asked.
"You're on the slave cart with the rest of us." A boy answered. He looked like he was around my age. He had brown hair and red upside-down triangles on his face. My jaw dropped. How could I have been so blind, and missed the snake tattoo on the man's right arm? All Orochimaru's soldiers have them.
"Really? So, you know where we're going?" I asked.
"We're going to be sold at the Royal Auctions, in the capital city of Fire Country." He replied.
"Thanks. I'm Sakura Haruno by the way and you are?" Sakura asked, wanting to know his name.
"Kiba. Kiba Inuzuka." He replied.
"Well Kiba, it's good to meet someone friendly." I told him. I sat back, leaned my head back on the wood of the wagon we were shackled in, and let the silent tears fall down my face. I looked out of the bars and saw a full moon. My heart ached at the memories of my former life with my parents.
"Mama! Papa!" A five-year-old Sakura called for her parents and saw them on the porch under the full moon.
"Yes, Sakura-Chan?" Her Mother said, in a loving voice, patting her lap gesturing her to sit down with her. When Sakura sat down, her Father put his left arm around his wife's shoulder and his right arm around his wife and daughter.
"Why are you up so late?" her Father asked looking at her in a caring and worried look.
"I couldn't sleep. I had a bad dream. I was afraid. Could I stay here with you Papa?" then Sakura looked up at her Mother. "Please Mama?" Sakura pleaded, and stuck out her bottom lip. Her Mother first gave out a little giggle before answering.
"Of course, Sakura-Chan. We were just looking at the moon and the stars." Sakura looked at her Mother, Father, and then finally the stars. Her Mother started to hum a lullaby just loud enough so Sakura could hear it and fall asleep. She always knew, listening to her voice, always helped Sakura fall asleep. Before falling asleep Sakura lazily opened her eyes and looked up at her parents.
"G'night Mama, Papa." Sakura said sleepily, as she let her Mother's voice bring her back to sleep but before she did, she saw her Mother and Father smiling down at her.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I blinked, my eyes sore from the immediate sunlight hitting my face.
"I guess we made it to the capital already." I thought to myself.
"Get the hell up, you lazy asses!" It was a fat man this time, yelling at us. Of course, we followed orders since we had no choice. We got off the cart, and as I got down, I felt his eyes lingering on my body. Once he was done staring, the guards almost immediately, tied our hands and led us to the stage to be sold off.
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Okay all this is the end of the first chapter. Please R&R and tell me what you think. I've only edited it slightly from the original.