Hello! I would like to introduce my new and second project to further my development as a writer. Betrayal will be a simple, two-chapter story. Both chapters will be an entirely different story; revolving around a vampire.
I chose to write this because in every Sasuke and Sakura vampire fanfic that I've read so far (and even created), Sasuke is the vampire and so was Sakura, but she died, and now in modern times he finds her and so on, so on. Looking at it more closely, this is highly unrealistic and I dislike it (not to be offensive to those who do it, though, I'm just stating my opinion). Betrayal is a few steps away from this common motif, and I intend to create a full Sasuke and Sakura vampire fic, later on, that also swerves from this basic plot. After, of course, republishing the first vampire fanfic that I ever did, which actually follows this plot.
I don't necessarily like that, but I will continue with it since I know I can make it better.
Warning: This story, as written in the point-of-view of a creature that would be associated with Hell, holds many statements that are against God. If you are an extremely religious person who will give me crap about that later on, do not read. Or, you can read, but keep in mind that it is a story and that those statements are necessary in order to keep the plot. Okay? Great!
Any who… enough with this long Author's Note — read on!
Disclaimer: I do not own the original Naruto characters. I only own the plot.
Enjoy!
"War."
"War?"
"War."
He couldn't quite remember how he had gotten to that point in his life. He had been placed on the same level as one of the pathetic mortals that roamed the Earth — no energy, no skill, no capability of doing anything besides hoping that they would survive for another day.
It was bellow someone of his status.
Trudging through the rain, he continued to head towards the mountains. He knew that it held many caves; hidden in its darkest areas, away from the world and with an impenetrable shield of all light having been absorbed to create solid black everywhere and hide what was present inside, he knew he would be safe. The cave warded-off all unwanted entities. It kept creatures that he disliked, away from him, the moment he stepped foot in it and became its resident.
And given how his ears could just barely pick-up the sound of battle a few miles away, he knew that he needed that protection, more than anything right now.
He kept moving forward and scaled the mountains until he reached the top. At the entrance to its darkest cave, he took a moment to look back at where the war was occurring. His eye went wide as he watched a holy light begin to envelop the area; swallowing the cries of thousands, and the flames of the beasts that his people had summoned in order to fight the war.
If it could kill those creatures, it could certainly kill him.
As it was within meters of reaching him, he turned towards the dark path in front of him, and jumped.
His world was shrouded in darkness.
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Betrayal
Nameless
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It was difficult to survive.
With his body having been crushed to death and worn down over the years, he was completely immobile as he lay on the dirt floor in a strange, unknown cave. The only parts of his body that he was capable of moving were his face and neck. His hand, feet, arms, legs, and one of his eyes were useless to him.
He had no idea that the cave had a portal into the human world, when he jumped in. He was certain that he would remain near the battlefield, which took place where no human had gone before, and that that would help him to heal quickly.
But here, in the human world, his regeneration power was weaker. The human world was not suitable for a creature of his essence to be in for much longer, as the natural energy that it lacked made it more harmful than good for them. It was the reason why, when a creature of his kind was forced to spend time on this dreaded earth, they attacked humans for the life-force that they needed in order to survive in that atmosphere — and more frequently than they did in their own world.
In his home, where he was born and grew up, blood was not needed to survive. While it was mainly what they ought to consume, they had evolved to where they could sustain themselves off of other things, and only drank blood once-a-day — and it did not have to be human blood, either. Human blood was dirty and wretched and he honestly preferred the blood of other creatures such as fairies or mermaids.
Or Angels.
It was raining.
The projectiles reached everywhere. Touching every inch of ground and covering the surface area of the battlefield. When they struck a moving object, pain erupted in their bodies. Their bodies were poisoned, immediately, and the deadly liquid began to eat away at their flesh, bone, and very soul.
"Agh!" He could hear the blood-gurgling screams of his comrades as they befell the terrible death.
He, on the other hand, sped around the projectiles. A part of one hit him and not only tore through the protection on his body, but also his skin and bone and flesh. He hissed as the smell of his own metallic blood entered his nose, and he felt the poison beginning to travel towards other areas of his body.
He knew he had no choice.
He had to stop its flow before it got to anywhere else besides his arm, and reached his heart. Through there, it could easily travel to the rest of his limbs, organs, and bodily supports, and kill him.
Death, he thought, was not something he would succumb to.
Not now, not ever.
He threw a nearby dead body in the air and used it as protection, just like others were doing. He briefly recognized the decaying corpse as a comrade of his. He had never spoken to the man, but they'd often attended many of the same meetings — he was the very man who proposed the current fighting strategy.
He couldn't find it in himself to be disgusted by the fact that he was using a comrade as a shield. He was to protect those that belonged to his Clan, not use them as protection.
But the golden projectiles were deadly, and would surely wipe-out all of them if they didn't so something.
'Those damned creatures… fucking monsters…' He thought.
He could feel his strength beginning to befall him as the cursed, venom purple markings travelled further up his arm. The markings began to turn gold, and the pain became harsher. The fact that the man he carried over his head was embellished in armor from head-to-toe, with metallic weapons dangling from his body, did not make it easier for him to keep moving forward, and shield himself.
When the rain of gold stopped, he didn't hesitate in throwing the lifeless body that was now nothing but pieces of meat hanging onto a shattered skeleton, and drawing his blood-covered sword from the side of his hip, and stabbing the material into his infected arm.
His sword tore through his skin, and dug into the appendage that was slowly turning gold. He didn't grimace at the pain that exploded, as it sliced through him and slowly severed his arm from the rest of him.
His red-tinted, black blood began to spill down the metal surface, and the river flow only increased as he got closer and closer to the opposite side of his arm. When he finally felt little resistance and knew he had cut, clean through, he heard the *thud* of his arm dropping on the dirty, bloody, muddy floor that was just littered with other bodies — parts and wholes.
His arm was irrelevant; especially when the seal that had been placed on it by that rain, consumed it.
"Fall back!" He heard.
He looked for the source — a general of low-rank, in his opinion, given how the man had just been placed in the position because the previous, decorated general had been killed. He glared at the coward as he ordered their side to fall back.
"Fall back! Retreat! Retreat!" The man shouted atop his lungs.
He growled.
He prepared to shout at the man, and all others, that they would not fall back and would not retreat and would not let those damned beasts know that they had gained the upper hand — that is, until he felt the warmth.
His entire back was engulfed in warm light, and his breath was caught in his throat. That light… that warm, soothing, power-induced light.
The Gates of Heaven had parted.
He turned his head, up at the sky where the golden rain had been falling moments before, and could feel a momentary sense of fear enter his un-beating heart as he saw the lights shining from the parted, white clouds.
And from that light — from that warmth that many thought to be secure and loving — swarmed thousands of decorated Angels. Their two sets of wings open, their garments flowing, and weapons in their hands.
'By all things Satanic…'
In his time in that cave as generations of humans passed by and he grew weaker and weaker to the point that the only thing keeping him alive was the fact that he was immortal, few humans had become known of his existence.
They stumbled upon him by accident. He supposed that in the human world, the cave was not in a mountain but possibly on a hillside or something with much easier access, and every now and then one curious human would come in and look around; they always held different sources of light, and when they drew it near him and spotted him, he wished that he had the energy to get up and capture them and suck them dry just so that he wouldn't have to look at that pathetic frightened look on their face as they were shocked by his presence and turned and ran.
Eventually, he supposed that word had spread around about his existence in the cave. He would guess it was something as a "creature haunting the old cave", or along those lines, that successfully scared humans away from ever coming near him.
He was glad.
Humans were the lowest of the low in his opinion, and he absolutely hated them. In his lifetime he had come across maybe a dozen or a handful of humans, and each one he found more vulgar than the last. Even children, with that disgusting sense of innocence and obliviousness that he had found they had, were nothing but insects that needed to be crushed as quickly as possible.
Having to look at them, even if by the time he saw another human it was around a century, was something that annoyed him. He relished in the fact that the cave he was in appeared to be slanted, and that the growing vegetation at what seemed to be its only entrance effectively shielded his view from the outside world and hopefully allowed the cave to blend in with the with scenery more.
The only creatures that came in after the humans stopped were animals. They did not care much for his presence, as he never moved and made no sound. When an animal was actually dumb enough to go atop him, and it had a long tail that was within his reach, he moved his jaw to sink his teeth into its tail, and endured around five minutes of the animal screaming and calling for help, while he drank what little blood it may have (he knew that if he drunk blood like he was supposed to in the human realm, then the animal would have been more than enough, but not once since he got there did he drink blood that fit well with his eating habits).
When the animal was dead due to blood loss, or had given up as it saw that there was no more hope for it, he finished and then used what little strength and mobility he had in his neck, to toss it to the side.
Doing this for centuries has caused a pile of dead animal carcasses to accumulate in the cave, and the smell was something he disliked greatly. But eventually the meat and bones rotted away to dust and the smell became less potent. Each time he finished doing this, he tried his best to ignore the shame that welled up inside him.
A proud vampire of his status forced to drink lowly animal blood in order to survive…
It was horrendous.
The ends of many came swift.
When the Angels landed on the earth, Hell erupted.
He could hear his brother and father coming onto the field — most likely having been warned of the golden rain and knowing what was going to happen next. The earth began to crack and rupture; sending shockwaves throughout the battlefield that made all take notices. As beastly sounds were heard from within, he knew that the battle had just grown more deadly.
Clawing their way out from the depths of the earth with massive talons were two great beasts of Hell, with two men on top.
His father arrived, decorated in pristine black armor, atop a hellish beast that guarded the gates to their precious home; a giant canine monstrosity. There was no fur on its body. Instead, it was bare and showed-off the pounds of muscle that was held back by its skin. Large veins the size of tree-trunks could be seen pulsating with the simplest of movements — surely pumping gallons upon gallons of rich, crimson blood. Sharp, upturned, jagged spikes trailed its spine — which was covered in plates of armor that curved with its body and protected its back, as well as the large, spiked tail that it harbored. The tail created a menacing gust of wind as it swished back and forth. The armor also coated its hind legs and snout; providing protection for the most fragile of areas. Sprouting from its large shoulder blades were three separate heads. Large caverns filled with sharpened teeth created the maws of their heads, and around each neck was a large, metallic and spiked collar.
The beast let out a ferocious roar.
It was hard to believe that such a creature, born and nursed in the very pits of Hell, had been the runt of the litter — and still was. Its siblings and parents were much larger than it, but all of them had been slain years ago by a damned Angel whose mission it was to rid the world of such gargantuan monsters.
Next to it stood a reptilian creature.
The creature's large body was of the color black, and was created by layers of large, impenetrable scales that were smoothed back and rested one atop the other. It stood on four legs; the hind ones closer to the ground than the front ones. The legs were muscular and held three large toes with sharp talons on the end of each. From its shoulders were four heads — that multiplied into eight, then sixteen, then thirty-two, and so on so forth whenever the set of heads was cut. Which each head that spawned from one's old place, its power increased exponentially. The creature was around the same size as that his father rode atop on, and it bore no collars around its head, as that would be useless once the heads multiplied.
It let out a hiss as it thrashed around, its body already pumping with adrenaline. When its jaw opened and its sharp teeth were bared, the sticky liquid that made its saliva was shown as well; large, wet drops falling onto its slit tongue.
His brother rode atop it, also decorated in armor and with a brilliant sword attached to his hip.
The two of them looked unstoppable.
(He briefly cursed himself for not bringing along his own beast of Hell — having thought that he could end this war all on his own).
The two beasts let out horrifying calls.
All seemed to be stilled for a moment — even the Angels up above stopped their descent. Those that were on the ground, paused. And for a moment, there was nothing.
He watched as his father rose to the top of the middle creature's head, and looked at the scene. The clouds parted and while His face was not seen, His voice reverberated as he spoke to his father.
"You will pay for what you have done."
His father stood firm.
"I look forward to claiming your kingdom."
He was in the midst of what one would call "sleep" in the human realm, when he was disturbed by an unusual rowdiness outside the cave. While he was weak and his senses were dulled, the little blood that he had managed to get his hands on was enough to at least give him back some of his senses; he could hear much better than before, and his smell and sight had slightly improved as well. It was still less than they would have been if he was at top-condition like he had been before, but it was enough for the moment.
These senses told him that something was nearby, and he could acutely hear voices whispering incoherent things to one another.
Humans, he thought. After decades of peace without having to look at their disgusting faces, apparently he would get the unwanted pleasure of looking at them again. He groaned deep in his throat — if only he'd become stronger enough to drive them away or capture them and put himself through the degrading act of sucking all their blood and gaining more strength than that useless animal blood gave him.
He watched the vines that had grown to fully cover the entrance of the cave, part, and while slithers of sunlight entered, it was not enough to allow his presence to be fully disclosed in the cave. (Thankfully, not of it was near him, too.)
Looking away, as he cared not for the humans, he only hoped that they would go away quickly and leave him at peace.
They lingered at the cave's entrance, and it was clear to him that they had certainly heard some things about the cave and to not go in there, but their curiosity had gotten the better of them. From the pitch of their voices, they were children — damn did he hate human children.
"Go in." One urged.
"N-no… you go i-in…"
"We shouldn't be doing this; my mommy and daddy told me that this cave was haunted. L-let's go back you guys, okay?"
They debated whether they should go in or not until one lost their footing and screamed as they fell in. As the entrance was on a slope, the child rolled and had gained enough momentum to stop at the side of his body. He made sure not to move. While having a human child so close to him was more painful on his skin than the sun, he dared not to move.
If they just thought that he was a dead body (despite how much more pristine he currently was than a dead human body), then they would scream and leave.
"Chi-chan!" One of the children screamed. He heard them rush into the cave to get their friend, while the child that had fallen in began to get up. They groaned and looked around, and only realized that they were next to something when they spotted him.
The child's eyes widened as they looked at the outline of a body in the darkness, with few features visible. What they noticed was that the eyes were closed, and there was a missing limb.
And there were dirty, bloody patches and wounds everywhere!
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" The child let out a piercing scream that made him glad his hearing was not at the high-definition level that it had been before. As it struggled to get to its feet and away from him, its friends were paralyzed at the scream, and then furthermore once they saw what it was that had caused the child to scream.
"Buh…b-b-b-b-b-b-bo—"
How annoying… He thought. He had hoped that this would be done and over with, but these children simply would not leave. He could sense that all three were still in the cave, just staring at him, and he wondered just what the hell he had to do in order to get them to leave.
He thought of only one thing.
Turning his head to the side, he looked in the direction of the children and opened his eyes. Looking at them, he knew that they could clearly see him.
A "dead body" coming back to life mysteriously…
It would surely be enough to get them out.
"What are you children doing in this cave?!"
But before the children could register what was going on in their minds and get the hell out, a new person came into the cave. As they opened the entrance fully, he was able to see their features; a young, healthy human female with skin that was lightly kissed by the sun, faded pink hair tied back into a bun and eyes that were a hopeful and bright shade of green, wearing a long, thin cotton dress that held ties around the waist to give her more shape where it was needed, and feet slipped into simple caulked shoes. There was a basket of leaves and other plants hanging on her left arm, and she wore a frightened expression on her face like a scared mother who had just heard something dreadful about their child.
Something told him that this would not turn out the way he had wanted it to.
The female looked at the scene; she spotted the children and then spotted him. Her green eyes widened bigger than they already were, and she inhaled a shocked gasp.
"Wha—"
The children called out to her as they rushed to her body. They did not use her name, but a title by "Healer". They held on tightly to her clothing and all spoke at once as they tried to get her to understand that they were frightened and needed (wanted) to go. But the woman did something else.
"Go… go back to the village and don't look back. I'll be there in a little while."
What? He could not help but think. He watched her send the children off despite how hesitant they were to leave her there, but eventually they went off on their own after they each glanced at him and eye-contact was once again established — they were apparently more frightened of staying in the cave with him, than anything else.
When the brats were gone, the young woman looked outside for a while before putting her attention on him. She stood there staring and seemingly analyzing him for a few moments, before getting closer.
What are you doing, human? He thought as she got closer and closer, and then placed her basket of herbs down at the side of the cave wall, and continued to move towards him. Get away from me — go back off with those annoying children. But he was unable to vocalize these things, and there was no way that he could communicate this with her.
There was something about this human that screamed stubbornness and annoyance — something in her eyes — that would surely make him wish that he could kill himself.
She didn't speak once she reached his side, only stood and looked. And eventually after glancing at him fully in lenses that he was unsure of, she heaved a sigh and made eye-contact with him.
"You… have fought in a war…" She said to him. He did not respond; even if he could, he wouldn't have. "Are you… one of the daimyo's soldiers?"
So the humans have entered a new era of war, huh? He thought. It was a terrible thing that he was missing this opportunity. One of his favorite past-times had been watching humans slaughter themselves in an unforgiving quest for power. The more they harmed one another, the more their souls became tainted and the creatures of Heaven lost their endless source of energy as they relied too heavily on the purity and belief in the hearts of humans.
He, of course, didn't answer her. But she still didn't leave.
Taking his silence as a sign of annoyance and mistrust, she began to pick at her words carefully. She had to get the right message across to him — she could help him.
"You must have fought hard… I commend you, young soldier."
He was irritated by her presence.
Go away… go away and never come back, human.
"If… if you would allow me, as a service to your hard work in the war, I… y-you see, I am a healer in my village and…" She couldn't quite find the words to get across what she wanted in a way that would be accepted. She always had trouble pasting proper words together to get her views across. She had this uncontrollable urge to help this soldier and get him back to his friends and family and give him back a sense of hope, something that the healer in her village who taught her how to do things used as motivation.
She wanted — needed to help him.
"Let me heal you." She finally said. And after realizing how rude that sounded, she added very quickly, "Please."
He wanted to die.
He wanted to refuse her and tell her that he didn't need her help, but she was unable to pick this up from him. He turned his neck away from her, trying to get her to understand that he was not interested in having her heal him — he would never allow a human to use their amateur skills and heal him. Instead, she took it as him asking, "How can you do that?"
"I… I know I look young and inexperienced, but I'm a really good healer…" She said, her eyes scanning for the closest wound that she could use as an example. When she spotted a scar on his face that, while old, looked like she could handle, she moved closer to him and brought up a hand.
Don't. Touch. Me. He warned her in his mind, but since she was unable to hear, she gently placed her hand on his tattered and worn-out face.
"Let me show you…" She said softly.
And to his surprise, he could feel a burning sensation on his face as she did something. His eyes widened as he felt her finger clearly outline the scar, and when her hand got within the range of his peripheral vision, he was able to see the green glow that surrounded.
Chakra… this human can use chakra?
Chakra was an unearthly energy that was inside of each living creature such as humans or his species. It was because his world was so saturated with chakra that he could survive there much better without the constant aide of blood. The human world was very low on chakra, and while humans stored great amounts of it inside their body, they had been unable to tap into this during his time, and he had believed that they never would.
Had humans evolved to the point of being able to manipulate and use chakra so well?
He continued to feel her chakra as it stung his skin, supposedly healing him, and when she seemed to finish, she pulled her hand back and the green glow dissipated.
"You can't see it, but… it's gone. Or at least, I fixed the cells and tissues enough so that it won't get an infection and can naturally start healing itself." She said. He would not have believed her if it weren't for the fact that that part of his face no longer felt "dead". He could feel his body begin to act weirdly there, and he recognized the feeling as how he would normally have been. In that section of his body, she had mended the unknown chakra network that was present, and got it started again.
She healed him.
He was unsure what to think; on one hand he was glad, but on the other hand he felt his pride lower at the fact that a human healed him. But he was a smart man, and he had grown tired and weary of being in that cave for centuries with no way of escape. As much as he disliked it, this human was specifically trained in using chakra for healing purposes, and it was clear that she had a good grasp of this ability.
She was his way out of this mess.
"So then… can I heal you?" She asked again. As his vocal cords were still not functioning, he just turned his head to the side so that he stared at the cave's ceiling, and let out a sigh that he hoped would communicate that, yes, he would allow her to heal him for the time being.
The message seemed to get across as she got up and stated that she would be back with some supplies.
He hoped she would benefit him well.
"Charge!"
She came to him every day.
Each day she would arrive at around the same time; a basket of supplies in her hand, and a greeting smile on her face.
She would sit next to him on her knees, and begin work on his wounds. She would always take care of them in the same manner — the worst wounds on his chest and arm, and then move onto the shallow wounds that marred his face and legs.
In time, she no longer had to work on his face that had once again become a display of flawless skin and beautiful masculine features, or his legs that had also been rid of all signs of assault, and were slowly becoming of use to him, once again. (He could see the overly-delighted look on her face whenever he was capable of moving his toes, just the slightest. It was little progress, but it was progress and that this human loved).
Even the major wounds were taking less time to heal. The sword gashes on his back had begun to stitch themselves closed with the help of her chakra guiding it along with its gentle warmth. The wounds on his chest were still covered in the leaves that she had dipped in the oils and attached to his skin, but the surface area that needed the leaves' help had decreased significantly. No longer was his entire chest covered in the green as if it were a blanket. Now, it was only his abdomen that sought the help of the tiny tea leaves. And even that area needed the remedy less and less as the days went by.
She even managed to heal the area of his cut-off arm; disinfecting the space and unknowingly giving him back the ability to regenerate the limb. (In three months or so, he'd have his arm back, fully functional.)
"It looks like you'll be healed completely, soon." She said to him one day as she wiped away the dirt on his face that had accumulated over night.
"Hn." He responded; she has fixed his healing ability in his vocal cords, allowing him to speak properly if he wanted to, but he refused to communicate vocally with this human. She was still beneath him, and verbal communication was not necessary.
"What will you do then?" She asked.
Their eyes connected for a brief moment as she asked him this. Staring into the luminescent green orbs, he could very clearly— not see his own reflection in them.
All he could see was her irises, which were like keys to her soul that revealed all of her aspirations in life to him. He saw what she wanted to do with her mortal body — live a good life taking care of others; first her patients, her mother, and then a family of her own consisting of a husband and children.
He knew that if one were to look into his eyes, they would not see something like that. They would not see anything belonging to him, at all.
They'd see his father's words and his brother's influence; his family breathing down his neck — telling him that he had to step it up. That he had to prove himself in the war if he ever wanted to bring honor to their name and later on claim the entire clan as its leader, since his brother was uninterested.
He was not looking forward to a mate and children, because they were not his to choose. His family would be the one to pick-out the female that he would be mated to, and that would all be based on practicality.
How many children could she bear? Was she strong? Would she tend to his every need and never speak back to him?
They would not ask if they got along, if he enjoyed her presence, if he wanted her to be his mate, or if he could see the two of them together for the rest of eternity.
(Does she love him? They would never ask.)
His marriage would be for the sake of the clan. And the duties that came with being leader was not something that he looked forward to after his recovery, but he knew that he had to do them.
What would he do once he was ready for battle, once again?
She laughed a little as she started washing his arms.
"I'm such an idiot. Since you're one of the daimyo's soldiers, you'll most likely be returning to the war after you're healed." She said with a gentle smile on her face.
"Hn." He said, turning his head away from her.
"I hope you defend the country well."
They seemed to be gaining an edge on the Angels now that his father and brother were there, and had brought along with them some of the strongest soldiers they had in Hell, in a variety of species. As he continued to fight his way through the situation, with only one arm, he tried his best to prove himself on the battlefield.
He did not care that he was down a limb. His sword hand was still good, and he still had his strength. It was not perfect, but it was good enough.
There on the field he quickly organized the men that were scattered around, and had those with the inability to fly do some defense, while he and the others that did have a means of flight, took to the skies and did some much-needed offense. His goal? To break through the Gates of Heaven and make it so that thousands of their men could rush the angelic space and begin to tear it down from the inside out.
That was the original plan, and while they had been hindered, he would not allow it to fail.
As his father and brother helped the soldiers on the ground by clearing a path for the troops that were behind him, he fought Angels and took them down by slashing off their wings. He stabbed them wherever he could, and would sometimes allow himself to fall closer to the ground and take an Angel with him, before getting them beneath him and stabbing them through their bodies.
As his sword was specifically made to harm these creatures that humans had so much hope in, their abnormal healing ability or protection would not help them in any case.
Heaven was strong, but Hell was stronger.
He continued doing so, and was halfway up the sky when he was stopped in his tracks by a new breed of Angels entering the battle. Archangels. They were some of the strongest ever, and would certainly not go down as easily as these other small fries.
As their leader, a brawny male Angel with flowing golden hair that was half pulled back, saw him, he levitated there in the air by the use of his wings, with a sword forged of surely Holy Water, itself, present in his hand. The two stared each other down — this male he knew of, credited as one of the Angel's strongest fighters.
He wouldn't back down, not even if his opponent was God, himself.
"Prepare to die."
"Healer," he said to her one day, a while after he had said his first words to her, believing that verbal communication was now necessary if he intended to be free of her any time soon (that look on her face when he finally spoke to her made him regret his decision, but it had turned out for the better, in the end). "Help me to stand."
"What?" She paused in her work. She had been cooking him a meal to eat. While before she had always brought to him scraps from her village, today she had come with a large wagon holding cooking supplies in it, and had quickly set up a fire and everything else necessary to cook for him a nice meal.
He'd found it odd that she was doing such a thing — they've only known each other for a little while and already she seemed to have grown attached to him — but he let the human do as she pleased.
"Help me to stand." He repeated once again from his spot on the ground.
"No." She said. "You're not able to walk anymore. The bones in your knees were shattered. Only a miracle at the hands of Kami-sama, Himself, could possibly allow you to walk once again." She said before she went back to stirring the rice in the pot. It was very little and was probably not the amount of food that his body craved, but it was the best that she could do at the current circumstances. The war had wrung her people's land dry of all its resources.
"Healer," he said again, his tone the slightest bit harder. "Help me up." He said.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. Not unless you want to—"
When she looked to him to speak and their eyes connected, her bright green pupils widened in shock. His dark black eye had taken on a tint of red inside the pupil. Three black-colored commas pointed towards the right appeared in the bloody color, and they slowly spun.
The human female was captivated by it. No matter how much her mind screamed at her to look away and to run, her body was frozen. Soon even the voice in her mind began to melt away — as if it, too, had become captivated by the slow and gentle spinning of the commas in his eyes. For a moment she wasn't even sure if she was breathing as the entire world lost its depth and all she could see was the spinning eye.
"You are to raise my body to its feet. Now."
She let go of the spoon that she had been stirring the rice with, and made her way to him in a hypnotized state. As he requested of her, she placed her hands on his shoulders and he latched onto them. Then slowly she helped him to sit up before he placed an arm across her shoulders, and she placed her hands around his back and waist and helped him to stand.
On his feet, his knees did not buckle. He did not feel any pain as he stood on his two, once-shattered legs.
When he walked, he walked with strength.
It was clear that he had regained most of his physical strength and capabilities. Yet he could feel that there was still much recovery time left. He looked towards a corner of the cave where he had placed his weapon against its rocky surface.
He still needed to be stronger in order to hold kusanagi once again. At the moment, he was at mere human strength.
Weak.
"Hn. Re—"
"Huh?" He heard. He turned to the pink-haired female to see her blinking whilst turning her head left and right. "What's going on?" She looked at him and then down at his feet. "S-soldier…! You're… you're walking…" She stated in disbelief.
The Genjutsu had worn-off.
He had expected such a thing to happen, though. He was only capable of using the sharingan with one eye, and that was just barely. At this rate, the odds of him being a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield were slim…
"Healer, help me down." He said in a soft voice.
"U-um… okay…" She said softly.
Slowly she began to lower him back onto the floor. She was gentle with him as she did so; most likely fearing that she'd cause him pain if she moved too quickly. It was the average mortal thought — one that he always saw was ridiculous.
He especially hated it now.
She was treating him like a defenseless human.
"I'm not sure if my cooking will be to your liking, but…" She held a clay bowl filled with the rice that she had just cooked, in one hand, while holding the chopsticks that she had brought, in the other. There was somewhat of a nervous expression on her face as she silently offered it to him.
"Hn." He said.
"So do you—"
"Is there any meat?" He asked as he stared at the cooked grains of white. All she had managed to bring with her was a small cup of rice. No vegetables or meat to go along with it.
Her face fell a little.
"No." She said softly. "Because of the war, the amount of meat that each village is able to obtain is little. I wish I could bring to you some, but—"
"Leave it, then." He said, not wanting to hear more about how her people were suffering due to the war. It was something to be expected since the humans joined the war between the Demons and Angels, as she had told him some time ago. The fools weren't equipped to engage in such a thing. Yet they rushed-in, head first, desiring to help their precious Kami-sama and his minions defeat his people.
Their land was not yet suitable to feed so many people for war. Soldiers tended to have a much larger appetite than regular humans, and he was certain that it had only been a few months before their good deed had started to backfire.
He never understood why humans were such impulsive creatures — always doing and never thinking.
(They were a useless race.)
Hiding his annoyance at a lack of meat, he accepted the bowl of simple rice with a nod of his head. To his surprise, she then began to feed him. He stared at the pair of rice-filled chopsticks that she had in her hand and placed near his mouth.
"Oh! Sorry." She said. "I guess you want to feed yourself — it's just that I've been feeding you for so long now and—"
He tuned out her annoying rambling and took the bowl from her hands, both surprising her and succeeding in shutting her up. He then began to eat it little by little — hating the fact that there wasn't a single morsel of chewy and raw meat there that could possibly make the meal better.
His fangs twitched.
He couldn't help himself as his eyes slowly travelled up the body of the healthy human female before him, and landed on her slightly exposed pale neck. He could practically see the blood there pumping through her veins and keeping her alive.
Oh how he wished to sink his fangs into that pale flesh and tear it apart. The metallic liquid of life that would spring was exactly what his body desired.
Not this human food.
Yet he couldn't bite her and suck the life out of her. She was the reason why he was no longer immobile on the cave's ground and becoming more infuriated as the days went by and his body refused to start healing itself.
It was because of her that he was even able to eat something, at the moment.
He had to keep this human living and healing him.
But, a sinister voice in his head whispered as he continued to eat the rice. If he only drank a little bit, and licked the wound so that it healed…
"Healer." He said; trying to hide the wavering of his voice as his demonic blood began to stir.
"Yes?" She asked.
He tried to activate his sharingan. But instead a wave of pain hit his left eye and he brought his hand up to cover it.
"Soldier!" She exclaimed. "Are you alright?" She asked him as she went to his side. He could feel her gentle touch on his hand as she tried to move it aside to look at his eye. But he wouldn't let her. Not even as blood began to leak from his eye socket; its smell making the thirst inside of him unbearable.
He growled lowly.
I can't activate it more than once a day… He thought, annoyed. It looks like I'll have to wait until tomorrow…
"I have to make today's visit quick." The healer said to him as she was walking past the group of vines that blocked the entrance to the cave. Already there were materials in her hands that she would use to light the candles that she had placed inside, for light. "There's a woman expecting at my village, and I have to be ready to deliver her child all we—"
When their eyes met, she stopped talking.
Once again she was drawn into the world that was caused by the spinning black tomoes on the reddened surface of his eyes, and her mind seemed to shut down.
The materials in her hands dropped to the floor and rolled down onto level ground.
The candle that she was going to use to light the other candles broke in two and rolled in opposite directions. Her usual basket of goodies was laying upside-down with its items strewn about, and the handle of the wagon that she had been carrying fell to the floor with a thud, but the wagon itself did not roll inside.
Slowly he stood from his spot on the ground; deactivating the sharingan now that he had her placed under a Genjutsu.
When he was up on his feet, he made his way over to the human female. She stood there like a statue — lost to the world and the oncoming danger as he approached her. Reaching her, his hand cupped her face as he lifted her head up so that he could more closely study her.
She really was an attractive human.
Her face was thin and heart-shaped, her eyes large and full of green life, her nose slender and slightly rounded at the tip, and her lips pink and plump. Her cheekbones were high, and her skin was fair. It was warm as well — heated by the sweet, warm blood that ran throughout her system.
He could feel his throat become parched.
Slowly he lowered his hand to her throat. He clasped it between his fingers and could very easily feel her pulse. Closing his eyes, he listened to it closely.
B-bum… b-bum… b-bum…
Calm and steady, signifying that she was still in the Genjutsu and unable to panic like all his other victims would be, at the moment. He would admit that he liked the sound of erratically rushing blood better, but at the moment, he would settle with this calm river instead.
(After all, he couldn't have this woman running away like a frightened animal and never coming back to heal him. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed her.)
He untied the necklace that hung on her neck and set it to the side. He pulled at the strings of the corset around her waist, and opened the dress further. He pushed back the material of the dress on her right shoulder. It was there that he heard her blood pulse the strongest.
When the flesh of her neck was revealed, he took a moment to lean in and inhale her scent.
Flowery.
Just as you'd expect from someone with a hair color as ridiculous as she had.
Slowly he opened his mouth; his hot breath fanning against her neck. This was the moment where his victims would be the most frightened. Where they would often be screaming their heads off and begging him to spare them.
"Please!" He could hear them all scream in his head. "Don't hurt me! I'll give you anything — anything!"
Give me your blood.
His fangs elongated and he bit into her neck. The tomoes in his single activated sharingan spinning wildly as he was overcome by all the demonic and beastly emotions that hit him as he finally indulged himself in the life-saving liquid.
The first drop rolled onto his tongue and he lost himself.
His hand came around to clasp the back of her neck and push it closer to his mouth. He could hear her slightly whimper. He was unsure if it was because of something in the Genjutsu, or because she could feel a pinch of what he was doing to her. But given how he had made the world in her Genjutsu be what she most happily desired, he assumed that it was because her mind was able to register a small amount of the pain that he was causing her to endure.
But he didn't care.
All he cared about was the flow of delicious red liquid that was assaulting his mouth and flowing down his esophagus. It'd been so long since he had blood; proper blood that could do a decent job. He had begun to think that he'd never be able to taste it ever again, but he was so glad that he was wrong.
Her blood was tastier than that of which he's already had, by human standards. It was refreshing, he thought. One could easily tell just what was in a human's soul through the taste of their blood. Normally he consumed that of humans who had dingy blood and committed many sins in their lifetimes, for they were the fools easiest to trick — such disgusting and tainted blood they had running through their veins. But the blood of this girl was refreshing and pure. It didn't seem as if she'd done much badness in her life, yet there was a tinge of something there that spoke of the sadness that she's been suffering through.
Her blood, he thought, was top quality.
He groaned as he felt his body begin to slightly burn; it was starting to heal itself once again.
Even her blood heals… He thought as he drank more. It was astounding that her healing capabilities reached even into her blood. From what he's heard of human healers, their capabilities stopped at being able to control the dormant chakra in their bodies and use it to heal the injured. Yet she seemed to be able to heal with every part of her body — it was astounding.
It wasn't long before he felt satiated and removed his fangs from inside her body. He then licked at the wound that he had inflicted on her neck, as well as the leftover blood.
(It would be a horrible waste to just leave it all there, he thought.)
When her neck was clean, he moved away from her body and used the back of his hand to wipe at his mouth. He felt refreshed; better than he's been feeling since he retreated from the war to go find a safe haven. It was a great feeling — strong, powerful, as if he could do anything, and with no threat of crashing later on.
He regretted not doing that sooner, but knew that he had made a good decision in waiting. It was because of that female that he was even capable of mustering the energy it took to activate his sharingan and place her in the Genjutsu.
His gaze landed on her.
She sat down against the cave wall with a lifeless expression on her face. Her neck was still exposed and her head was tilted to the left and resting against the stone wall. The area where he had bitten into was tinted red.
He got close and once again placed his hand on her throat; her pulse was weak.
Hm, he thought as he began to move away from the female. I must have overdone it. It's not as if it matters, though… he paused to hit the wall beside him. Looking at his knuckles, he saw scratches that immediately began to glow faint green and heal away; he watched pieces of stone break off of the wall and fall onto the floor. His own chakra had been reactivated to almost full capacity. I'll be out of here in no time.
It was the middle of the night when he sensed movement in the cave. Opening his eyes, he rose atop his makeshift bed and looked towards the source.
He was surprised to see the human female moving. She weakly stood, groaning throughout the process, and slowly made her way out of the cave. He thought it both surprising and ridiculous that she'd do such a thing.
He had honestly expected her to die.
After all, he hadn't exactly drunk lightly when he was indulging himself in her blood. He was very certain that he'd passed that point that would lead to a human's death, a minute or so into it. Yet she was still very much alive, from what he could tell, and intended to flee from the space.
He wasn't sure if she remembered much. Most likely his drinking session was completely blocked from her memory due to the Genjutsu. Her body probably only told her that she had to leave that area, wherever that was, and return home.
Foolish mortal, he thought as he went back to resting. In her hazed state, she was more vulnerable to danger now than ever before. She couldn't see where she was headed because of the darkness, and her sense of direction was completely gone. At best, she would stumble into some hole or cave and stay there until her death. At worst, a predator would stumble upon her and have its kill for the night.
His eye opened and he looked towards the cave's entrance; his ability to see in the darkness allowing him to clearly see the vines that protected it.
He could hear something in his mind nagging at him to go after her; to bring her back to the cave and keep her there.
But it was a foolish thought, and he quickly disposed of it as he entered a hibernation-like state. He would remain that way until dusk came once again, or the human female arrived just as she always would — if she remained alive.
.
With his body's chakra channels having been recovered, he knew that now was a good a time as any to try and form a connection with the demon world.
After his retreat, he had had to sever all bonds with his family members in order to safely hide away. It was a treacherous thing to do, especially in times of war, but he had no other choice. His body had been terribly wounded and the holy poison was eating away at him. He had thought that he was dying. And if he died and one of those Angels found his body, then his entire family would be in danger.
He hoped that his family would accept him back, if they learned of his reasoning.
In the middle of the night he went out into the woods. He searched for the most desolate area — no trees, no rocks, nor holes, no nothing. Once he found it, directly under the shining quarter-moon, he bit his thumb and drew blood.
He then began to write with it on the hard dirt floor. He marked the ground with his blood, and the red liquid tainted black as it dried immediately; smoke coming from it.
And as his thumb connected with a line and he finished the marking on the ground, he chanted words beneath his breath while moving back. There was a puff of smoke that emerged from the center of the symbol, and when it cleared, a snake stood on the ground before him.
It hissed in surprise at him.
"Well… well… well….!" The black snake said as it laid its slanted yellow eyes at him. "If it isssssn't the Princssssse of Hell? Long time no sssssee your majesssssty."
"Hn." He responded, not caring to exchange pleasantries with the creature. "I need to get back home."
"We all need sssssomething." The snake hissed back, curling its tail around its body and seemingly leaning back in a comfortable position. "Problem isssss, do you have what I need to give you what you need?"
"What do you want?"
"You wish to open the gatesssss of Hell, no? It isssss not what I want, but what it wantsssss. Ssssso, let me asssssk you a question, young Princsssse… What isssss required mosssst when creaturesssss sssssuch asssss humansssss wish to connect to our Demonic World?"
He considered it an act of pure strength that he had been able to make it back to the cave. While his body was stronger than before, doing anything that caused him to unleash some of his demonic side left him very drained.
He heaved a sigh of relief as he entered the vine-hidden cave, and went over to where his precious sword lay against the rocky surface. It was not only his weapon, but had also been made in the demonic world. The material used could only be found in Hell, of which his family ruled, and therefore it could be used to return to Hell from the human world, before he stayed there too long.
Grasping it, he unsheathed it halfway.
It was beaten well. Chunks of it had fallen off, and there was a deep crack. He knew that he wouldn't be able to use it for battle, unless he had it repaired. But, despite how badly damaged it was, it still retained its special properties.
It was still a weapon from Hell, even if it had just ended up being a small piece of steal that he had managed to recover.
Completely removing it from the sheath, he looked at the back of his hand that held it. Printed on it in black ink was a seal given to him by the snake summon. For him to return to Hell, he had to recreate the seal using his blood once again, but with a little extra to make it perfect. Meaning, he had to work hard to find that extra component and make sure that he held no faults, if he ever wanted to return home.
If done on the first light of a full moon, as was required, he could create a temporary passage home.
The only problem was finding this extra component before the full moon occurred in a few nights. It was not something that would be very hard to get, but he knew that something like that held no consistency, especially when the times changed and the rules of society with it.
Not only that, but he didn't know where any human villages were. For all he knew, the closest human village could be days away from where he was, at the cave. He could not delay his return home by another couple days. From what the snake had told him when he finally asked of his home and how things were fairing, it was imperative that he made it back there as soon as possible. He had to get there now.
And then he remembered—
The Healer… He cursed irony.
The only reason that he had not harmed the green-eyed human healer was because he needed her in order to get home. He had remained that way for several weeks, and that was what made him able to finally summon a creature with a connection to his family, and learn of a way to go back to Hell. Yet, he had stepped out of his line, once, in order to drink that rich blood of hers that'd been seducing him from the way it made her human skin warm and colored her cheeks, and that cost him her presence.
He knew nothing of her, besides the fact that she was one of the few humans capable of controlling that chakra that lay dormant in their bodies, and therefore he did not know of where her village was.
Honestly, it could be in any direction, and any distance. Since she always came from the entrance of the cave, which was the only one present, her village path was unknown to him.
He cursed.
Here he was, finally with a way back home. All he needed were the right tools to use to summon a portal to Hell. He was literally just steps away from going back home. Yet the middleman had been cut out foolishly, for what seemed to be permanently.
Shit, shit, shit! He exclaimed in his mind. Now I have to wait longer to return home… He needed to regain his strength, to the point where he could fly in the sky for hours and locate a human village, and get what he needed.
Until that time, he could do anything but wait.
He had spent years in the human world. How many exactly, he was unsure. All he knew was that he had spent much more time on earth than he ever wanted to.
How he longed to return home.
All he wished to do was return to his throne. He, as one of the Princes of Hell, greatly missed the pampered life that he had lived. He would admit that he had hated it back when every day was nothing but living in the lap of luxury, and frivolously competing with his elder brother.
He had never experienced war, after all.
The closest he had gotten to battling with someone to the death, were the sparring sessions that he had taken part in.
You could say: he had taken everything that he had, for granted. He had never thought twice about doing what he wanted. If he wished to smash a plate, he would. If he wished to take one of the female servants as a companion for the night, he would. If he wished to join the hunt for Angels that had foolishly wandered into his territory, and then torture the heavenly creatures until they were destroyed by sin, he would.
His life had been nothing but sinfully smooth, until when his father told them that the creatures of Heaven were declaring war on those of Hell — saying that he and his family had gone too far by hunting Angels and all that, for entertainment.
His father had rebutted by stating that they had hunted them down for centuries, with their only reasons being that those from Hell were unholy and unethical. Demons, who had just about the same right as Angels to head onto Earth, were slaughtered by them in order to prevent them from spreading their influence on humans.
Angels, his father had said, had unfairly declared the earth as their domain, which disrupted the balance that had kept peace between their separate worlds, for centuries.
Earth, which had been neutral territory, became a battlefield.
Despite the serpent having told him some things, it had left out the answers to questions that he deeply wanted to know the answer to. He wondered how everything was going. He wondered if they were winning or losing. He wondered if it was all over, that battle on the horizon, or if it was just getting started. All he'd been told was of the destruction that had been taken place in both kingdoms.
How was his family? How were his fellow demons? He hadn't seen much of them crawling around on the earth. Normally, there would have been one or two demonic creatures secretly among the human world, whose presence he, as the Prince of Hell, could have easily picked-up from miles away.
Yet not once since his time on the human world had he sensed a demonic creature.
Had all of them been killed?
Was he the last of his kind?
He grew angry at the thought — wanting nothing more than to become strong once again. He wanted to return to his world, and if he was the last one, avenge the deaths of his family, comrades, and citizens. If they were still at war, he wanted to end it. With his strength and power he would take down the leader of the Heavenly creatures, the one whom humans refer to as God, and wipe out that holy world, entirely.
Then his kingdom would rise from the pits of Hell, and humans would be forced to bow beneath them.
A never ending reign of darkness: that was his goal.
When he felt that he was ready to go back, he did not hesitate in his chance…
Having stolen a cloak and with his sword attached to his side, he exited the cave, once and for all, and spread his wings for the first time in over half a millennium, and took off in the night sky. It was a tad difficult to fly with the blood not having circulated to his wings properly, but he pushed forward at the speed that he could muster, and continued heading in the direction of the nearest village — a half-mile south of the cave, his past outings had told him.
He was by no means silent when he arrived.
Landing in the middle of a busy street, he raised his head to pierce into the souls of the humans surrounding him with sharingan eyes.
One of the humans was quicker than the rest.
"V-v-v-v…vampire!" He exclaimed.
Baring his fangs and making his assumption true, he watched the humans begin to scatter in a panic. "Vampire! Vampire!" They shouted at one another in a warning. Opening his wings once again, he began to fly around the village, and found his first target.
He grabbed a human female from the back of her clothing and lifted her up in the air with him. A male called out to her, but she was certainly unable to hear it over her own screaming as she realized what was happening to her, and feared far worse.
"Please don't hurt me!" She screamed at him. "I'm just a simple homemaker!"
Homemaker… then she has children. As she was not the one that he was looking for, he abided to her following request of putting her down, and released her from the height that they were in the air. She fell onto the wooden surface of a tattered building that needed repairs, and easily broke through the old and rotten wood. Apparently there had been a family living inside of there, who screamed as they looked at the dead and bloody body.
He took note of the mother, and continued on. He would not be paying any attention to her as she tried to grasp her bearings and leave the area with her family.
One after the other he plucked a human female off of the ground and analyzed them. When they, too, failed in being the type of female that he was looking for, he deposited them without a care, onto the ground. Some got lucky and landing on things such as stacks of hay or muddy spots on the ground that cushioned their fall. Others had the worst befall them and landed squarely on the ground, or something more brutal such as in a well or on another person. One female had even been pierced wholly through as she landed in a wagon of pitchforks that a merchant meant to sell.
As he continued his raid on the village, he watched them scatter around in fear and anticipation. Will I be next? He knew that they must be thinking; the women especially, since by now he had made it clear that he was specifically going after females.
Women clung to their young daughters. They were surely the ones that he needed, as they were too young to have experienced the mark of womanhood. But alas, young children would not deliver the effect that he needed that an older female would, so he paid no heed to the young girls as they clung to their mother's skirts or their fathers dragged them off.
"Get all the women and children away!" Yelled a male villager as he and a group of men began to coordinate the distress. The man held a large wooden cross in his hand, with a bottle of holy water present and aimed in his direction as he spoke. "By Kami-sama's power we will fight him off! Come men, draw your weapons against this unholy beast!" A group of men with similar, demon-repelling weapons began to emerge from within houses and joined the group after some of the women had managed to successfully escape.
He tried to follow but had to dodge a gush of Holy Water as it was thrown at him.
"Stay away from our village, beast!"
He growled at the man. He had no time for this nonsense. Knowing that he had to make it quick if he wanted to return to his home anytime soon (the full moon that night would only last for so long), he rushed at the man and caught him off-guard. Taking him up to the air where he would have little mobility, he didn't hesitate in sinking his teeth on the side of the man's neck, and putting some of his blood inside of the male.
"Fledgling, do my bidding."
With his poisoned blood inside the man, he dropped him on the earth and only had to wait a few seconds as the man was taken over by his more powerful blood and became a weaker creature of the night than he. The once holy man began to attack his brethren in his stead, giving them something to do while he pursued the females that had gotten away.
With so many of them concentrated in one area, it would be much easier to find the one that he needed.
He only stopped his flight when he noticed movement coming from within a house. He sensed a powerful force coming from within, and slowly the door opened and he watched as the same human female who had given him the ability to raid the village, came from within one of its houses.
She's still alive. He wondered if that was what they would call a "miracle". The last time he had seen her was when he drunk her blood, and never again did she step into the cave or come near it.
She was still very weak and pale, he could tell from a glance at her, and it was a wonder she was even able to stand; or raise her body on her knees, as she saw currently on the floor and crawling across it. Her eyes looked at everything with a confused and concerned expression on her face, and finally she saw him.
Her green eyes widened with shock.
"Sol…dier?"
He didn't hesitate.
He grabbed her, knowing first-hand that she was exactly the type of female that he needed, and began to fly off with her. Like any human would do, she screamed, and he was able to hear the villagers that noticed begin to shout that their healer had been taken and they ought to do something to rescue her. It was useless, however.
There was no longer any hope in rescuing the healer.
The light of the full moon set the scene.
In the same spot that he had summoned his demonic contact mere weeks ago, he had created a much bigger and more intricate circle with his blood using the one that the snake had printed on the back of his hands as a map (the seal to open the Gates of Hell had been recreated for safety). He had made sure to draw out each straight line straight and each curved line curved, and not mess with the circle that it formed.
In the middle of the circle, where three triangles formed a star-shape, was the healer. Naked and with his dull sword plunged into her stomach, what little blood he had left in her and had managed to keep her alive, spilled out from the wound that went straight through her body, and began to fill the space of the circle. He watched as it abnormally filled it more and more, and the markings that he had written with his blood began to smoke in their ring design, as the blood started to move inwards and mixed with hers.
Fresh… untainted… virgin blood.
He watched, happily, as a successful gate to Hell was created then and there. It boiled from a gathering of the blood at the edge of the circle, and materialized fully within seconds. They opened for him, the seal the one that an already-identified demon specifically used to get there, and without hesitation, he went over to where he had stabbed his sword into the young female, pulled it by the hilt from the inside of her body, and with one last glance at her, he turned to the gates and went through it.
It occurred to him that he had never learnt her name, nor she his; they had settled upon calling each other "Soldier" and "Healer", at his request.
It was a shame — she had been so helpful to him.
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End. So, what do you think? I know that a lot of you weren't expecting it and that it isn't exactly the type of Sasuke and Sakura fanfiction that you had wanted to read about, but, I find that I liked it a lot better than the plot in the vampire fic I wrote, and some that I've read. It just seems kinda… refreshing, you know?
Next (final) chapter: Blind.
Please review!
~Chibi