Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto but the plot is rightfully mine.


~Chapter Two~

2013

Sakura was perfectly happy with her life. She had a loving parent and two best friends who were always there for her through thick and thin. However, she'd always felt like there was an empty hole in her heart, something that she could never put her finger on. Part of it was because she had never known a mother's love. Her own, Kaori Haruno, had passed away giving birth to her. The doctor's never understood why; they blamed it on heart failure. She had been fit and healthy, planning her future with her husband and their unborn child. She was a complete mystery to the professionals.

Sakura was not only named after a Cherry Blossom tree, but also after her great great great great auntie, who had died from an illness when she was a teenager. Despite her asking repeatedly when she was younger if she could see a photo of the girl she was named after, she was never given one. She later found out it was because her father didn't have any.

She was a student at Konoha High School in her senior year. She thought the school was okay, but some aspects could be improved. For instance, the principal spent a small fortune on remodelling the café, yet they desperately needed a new science lab. There was a leak in the gas pipes, so whenever they used the Bunsen Burners the smell gave the whole class a headache. Also there were a few broken and wobbly stools that they had to sit on, and one of the windows was permanently fused slightly open.

"Hey Sakura, are you coming tonight?" Ino asked in the middle of psychology class. She was one of her best friends. Being the head cheerleader with long, glossy blonde hair always arranged in a pony tail with her bangs falling to one side and soft blue eyes, she was the most popular girl in the school.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Sakura smiled, thinking of their future trip to the cinema.

"Great, I can't wait!" Tenten said. Her brunette hair was always in two buns perched on her head, and she was a genius in karate and sports. She had been playing on the girl's soccer team since their freshman year.


Sakura's father, Ichirou Haruno, pulled his black Ford Fiesta up to the front of the cinema. She could see Ino and Tenten waiting just inside the entrance so she said goodbye to her dad, checked to see whether she had enough money, and walked towards her two best friends.

They bought their tickets and sat down to watch the film. Quick to tear up, Ino started crying towards the end of the film when the big fight scene commenced. Tenten and Sakura couldn't take their eyes off the screen, popping popcorn into their mouths.

After the film, they decided to go to a fast food restaurant for tea which was just two minute's walk through the car park. If they hadn't been talking animatedly about the movie they would have noticed the woman heading towards them. As they past her, Tenten bumped into the woman's shoulder by accident.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't see you." She apologised. The woman didn't seem to notice her though, she was staring at Sakura. She looked down at herself. Her clothes were fine and didn't have bird poop on them, and her black tights and red dress were all in place, so what was the woman staring at? Sakura wondered if she had something on her face, or if her shoulder length pink hair looked like a bird was nesting in it.

"It's okay child." The woman addressed Tenten. She was really pretty, about early twenties. Sakura was jealous of her looks: long blonde hair tied up in two pigtails and penetrating brown eyes. Her skin was deathly pale but seemingly poreless. But those breasts. Sakura would be damned if those were natural. The woman walked away without a second glance, much to Sakura's relief. She narrowed her eyes at the woman's retreating back. Child? She thought. Who's a child? All three of them were eighteen, all classed as adults.

They arrived at the fast food restaurant and ordered three burgers and fries. Sakura grabbed the window seat so she could look out at the seemingly endless sky. She loved to make shapes out of the white puffy clouds.

"Would you rather be rich or famous?" Tenten randomly asked, taking a bite out of her burger.

"Famous. I'd love to have my face in glossy magazines and have everyone know my name. I could be a movie star and walk the red carpet!" Ino said.

"That's not always a good thing." Sakura countered. "I'd much rather be rich. That way you won't have paparazzi stalking you."

"I agree with Sakura on this one." Tenten said.

"But if you were famous you could get any guy you wanted." Ino insisted. "I'm fed up of being single!" Sakura and Tenten looked at each other and burst out laughing. All she thought about was boys, as she admitted to herself many times. Sakura was surprised she hadn't got a boyfriend, although she had a few in the past. Her last one, Sai, turned out to be gay. It took weeks of sleepovers, soppy chick-flicks and dozens of boxes of chocolate before Ino started to forget about him.

"Typical Ino." Tenten managed to get out between fits of laughter. After eating, the three of them went to the shops and peered through windows, admiring the creative displays. It was a big tease, looking at things that you want but have no money buy.

"How are you getting home, Sakura?" Ino asked as her mum pulled up in the mall's car park in a blue Honda Civic.

"I'm catching a bus. Dad's busy at work." Sakura replied. Her father was a high school teacher, but thankfully he worked in a different school Sakura and her friends attended, in the next town over. Most of the time he was busy marking test papers or lesson planning.

"I could give you a lift if you want. Tenten invited herself." Ino said as the brunette climbed into the back of the Civic. Tenten made a peace sign with her hand and stuck her tongue out, hearing Ino's comment. It was getting dark and the offer was very tempting, but Ino and Tenten lived on the other side of town to Sakura, and she didn't want to be a burden on Ino's mother.

"I'll be fine. You go home and enjoy some hot chocolate." She declined. The cocoa drink was Ino's weak spot; she drank gallons of the stuff.

"Call me when you get home." She said, enveloping Sakura in a hug and climbed into the car. Sakura caught a bus, and it took her ten minutes to walk from the bus stop to her house. It had gotten really dark, and she started to regret not accepting Ino's offer. She quickened her pace as she walked down a road, the streetlamps illuminating the pavement.

Someone grabbed her from behind. She hadn't heard their footsteps and it took her by surprise. She tried to scream but her throat wasn't cooperating. She attempted to turn around but her attacker had her in an iron grip, almost crushing her wrists. He or she dragged her into an alleyway in between two bungalows where there were no lights. She kicked out blindly behind her and hit something – most likely a leg – but the person didn't even grunt in pain.

"Shit girl, stay still!" A man's voice cursed. Sakura writhed around even more, adrenaline throbbing through her veins. A blow to the head knocked her out cold.


Sakura's head pounded as she awoke. She opened her eyes but was blinded by a bright light which forced her to shut them again. At first she thought she was at home and had fallen asleep on one of the chairs. When she tried to rub her eyes she realised her hands were restrained – she was restrained – on a cold, hard chair.

She made a second attempt at opening her eyes, but this time she was expecting the brightness. She was in a big room with no windows or furniture. It reminded her of something, but she couldn't put her groggy mind to it. There were a group of six people in front of her and three more surrounding the chair she was sat on, who were clad in swords and armour: guards. Sakura wondered what they were there for.

What had she gotten herself into? Had they mistaken her for someone else? Her father was going to be furious when she got home for being late. She had no idea how long she'd been knocked out for.

"You've finally decided to wake up." A man said. Wearing long blood red robes and a crown on his head, it was obvious he was of high importance. Sakura decided to keep quiet. "I'd never thought I would see you again after my father killed you."

Sakura was confused. She was perfectly alive. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. The sound seemed to fill the whole room.

"Sakura Haruno, don't you remember me?" He smirked while she stared at him blankly. She'd never seen the man before in her life, so how did he know her name? She was in serious trouble.

"Sir, I recall your father saying that she wouldn't be able to remember anything unless we change her." Another man said who had long white hair. His right sleeve wasn't occupied by an arm and Sakura wondered how he lost it. She tugged on the chains binding her wrists but it was no use, although she was slightly amused when the guards stiffened at the movement.

"I remember now. It was a long time ago, when I was just a boy. A ten year old child who had to witness his own father's death!"

"I'm sorry to hear that." Sakura murmured sincerely. She didn't think anyone would hear her comment but the crowned man lunged towards her. She would have fallen off the chair if she wasn't chained to it. He was so fast, inhumanly so.

A couple of people restrained him. "You're sorry to hear that, are you? You're the one who killed him!"

"I haven't killed anyone." Sakura's eyes widened. He was so close that she could see her own reflection in the man's onyx eyes. His nostrils flared.

"Calm down, Sir. Do you want me to summon your family?" A woman asked, thinking the Ruler's wife and two sons would help calm him. She had blonde hair and familiar hazel eyes. It was the woman who Tenten had bumped into after the cinema earlier on that evening.

"No, I don't want them subjected to this monster." The Ruler spat out, rising to his full height to tower over Sakura.

Excuse me?

She was taken aback, shocked at his words. She was a model student, achieving high grades and always handing in her homework on time. She had never broken the law or spoken back to her father. She was not a monster. This man didn't even know her! A thought came to mind, that the room reminded her of a basement; or more specifically, a torture room with her sat in the centre of the room. She swallowed, noting that she was the one chained to the chair.

"Guards, take her to the cells. There's no point in watching over her, I can sense she's human." The Ruler ordered. He wrapped his robe around himself and stormed out of the room back to his bedroom where his mate was waiting. One of the guards unsheathed his sword and raised it in to the air. Sakura turned her head away and clenched her eyes shut; convinced they were going to cut one of her arms off. There was a breeze on her right cheek as the guard brought down the sword. She was no longer bound to the chair as her chains snapped in half. Another guard roughly pulled her to her feet and pushed her towards the only door in the room.

She was shoved down a dark, damp corridor and thrown into a cell so hard that she fell on her hands and knees, her skin scraping against the rough ground. The noise of metal against metal went straight through her as the guards closed the door, shutting her out from the outside world. She wondered how long they were going to keep her there. Ino would be waiting for her call and was probably ringing her mobile right now. She dug it out of her pocket but the BlackBerry had no signal. She must have been deep underground.

There was a mattress on the floor with a thin sheet covering it. No pillow. She was going to have a kink in her neck when she woke up. She laid down on it, taking in her surroundings. There was nothing else in the small space – not even a window – bar a flickering light bulb dangling from the ceiling supplying the prison with a dim glow. In the dark, dank place she had a chance to collect her thoughts. She had no idea why she was there, except for the fact that she was being accused of a murder that she was positive she didn't commit. The woman that Tenten had bumped into was in on it, and probably ordered the men to capture her. That's what the funny look was about in the car park. She guessed the man with the crown was some kind of king or ruler, but ruler of what she didn't know.


"Keep moving, girl!"

Sasuke awoke to the muffled voices from the floor below. If it wasn't for his super senses he wouldn't have heard them, and he would still be asleep. Instantly in a bad mood from being woken up, he rolled over and checked his IPhone on his bedside table. The light from the screen shined brightly in the pitch black room, hurting Sasuke's eyes. The phone display told him it was half past two in the morning. He knew his father was partial to late nights, but this was ridiculous.

He had heard of the rumours flying around the palace about a girl being captured and sent to the basement to be interrogated and locked in the cells overnight. It wasn't everyday that Fugaku used the underground rooms. But the rumour had gotten out of control, people suggesting that it was Sakura Haruno that had been caught. Sasuke had scoffed when he had heard the gossip, choosing to ignore it. Haruno had been dealt with years ago by his own grandfather. People just couldn't come back from the dead. It was scientifically impossible, even for the supernatural.

Of course, he had heard all about Haruno from history lessons with Kakashi, his personal tutor. Being who she was, he was glad he wasn't alive when she had been around. Somehow he thought that his life would have been different with the ruthless vampire running loose.

From the direction of the voices, they were heading towards the cells. They were locking someone up, and Sasuke became a little curious. His father had told him to stay in his room for the night, and under no circumstances must he leave, but when had Sasuke ever followed orders? He got out of bed, pulled on some jeans and an old t-shirt, and went to investigate.


"Psst!" Sakura was startled awake by a hiss in the shadows. She shot up into a sitting position, groaning from the pain in her stiff back. Her eyes adjusted to being open so that she could focus in the dim light. She stared into the darkness beyond her prison bars.

"Sakura, don't make any noise and follow me." The soft voice sounded again. It was female and was coming from the corridor. Just as Sakura wondered how the hell she was going to get out and follow her, the metal bars opened with a deafening creak which made her cringe. "Quick, someone would have heard that." The voice said.

Someone grabbed her hand and they ran down the pitch black corridors and up countless steps. Sakura wondered how the mysterious girl could navigate her way around. Soon enough they stopped in a doorway leading into a brightly lit room, and Sakura caught her breath. It looked like an entrance hall with a tiled floor and an impossibly high ceiling. A grand staircase loomed over by the far wall leading to the floor above. Pictures hung on the wall and quite a few weapons, mainly swords, throwing stars and wooden stakes. The place was the exact image of what Sakura imagined a palace to look like from story books that Ichirou used to read to her when she was younger.

"You wait here; I'm going to check if outside is clear." The girl whispered. She looked to be the same age as Sakura. She had long black hair and blunt bangs covering her forehead. Her eyes were such an unusual colour, almost white, but they were honest and trustworthy. The girl ran off towards the open double doors, releasing Sakura's hand.

There was no one in the entrance hall and curiosity got the better of Sakura. Instead of staying put she ventured inside, steering towards a display that caught her eye. In a cabinet there was one piece of metal resting on the shelf. She couldn't take her eyes off the well looked after katana. It looked sharp and could probably inflict a lot of damage. Something was engraved on the hilt. Sakura leaned in a bit closer…

"You shouldn't be here." The deep voice made Sakura jump. She whipped around and came face to face with the most gorgeous boy she had ever seen. His face was controlled, giving nothing away. His onyx eyes stared back at her. His messy black hair looked like he had just woken up, which he had. Sakura stared, having no idea what to say. He was the enemy, and he had caught her trying to escape.

"Who are you?" Sakura blurted out; feeling like an idiot after the question left her lips. She should have stayed where the girl had told her to stay.

"I live here." He said, not answering the question Sakura had asked. His eyes travelled up and down her body, and she suddenly felt self conscious under his gaze. "How did you get out of the cells?"

"Through the door, along a lot of corridors and stairs." She answered. His eyes narrowed and it took all of her willpower not to look away. She needed to stand her ground, and she needed to buy some time before she got a signal from the girl to escape. How she was going to escape with this boy here she had no idea. "Where am I? And why has this sword got my name on the hilt?"

The boy didn't reply for a while, glancing down at the katana. "I think you should leave."

Sakura stared at him, dumbfounded. He was one of them, wasn't he? Why was he letting her go? Or did he mean 'leave' as in back to the cell?

"I'm not going back in that stink hole." Sakura said, straightening her back and tensing her muscles. The girl from before was hiding behind the boundary wall in the gardens outside. She was waving a tiny hand at her, signalling that the coast was clear. If the guy turned around now, she'd be busted. "You're right, I think I should go." She edged towards the open doors.

"If you know what's good for you, you won't come back. Don't get captured again."

"That wasn't my fault! You people are crazy." She said, annoyed. The boy smirked, and Sakura tried her hardest not to blush. He looked so sexy when he smirked, not that he wasn't when he didn't have the expression plastered over his handsome face. She was so close to the door, to freedom, and the wind blew her pink locks around her face.

"Tell your friend to hurry before someone realises you're gone." He disappeared through the door she had entered the hall through. Sakura stared after him, wondering how on earth he knew about her rescuer. She couldn't believe he was just letting them escape. She ran to the wall and climbed over it, not looking back once.

"Close call! You really shouldn't have moved from where I left you." The dark haired girl whispered. Sakura mumbled a sorry. "If you follow this path you should find yourself on the road that leads back into town. You should be able to find your way back home from there." And then she too disappeared. It was cold, looked like it was going to rain, and she had to walk all the way home. Now she had to explain to her father where she'd been for most of the night. She quickly texted him, telling him she was on her way home, and started on her journey.


Sasuke was surprised to find a girl admiring one of the displays in the entrance hall. He was heading to the cells to see who the new addition was when he did a double take, noticing the shock of pink hair. Pink hair. One person came to mind when he saw her, but it couldn't be.

"You shouldn't be here." He said, approaching her from behind. Her scent told him that she was human, and because of that she wouldn't have heard his silent footsteps walking towards her, the shift in the air as he advanced. Her whole body tensed as she spun around, and he came face to face with a girl out of time.

Her face was familiar, with her large forehead, small nose and round face. He had seen her features in a photograph that had been printed in black and white. He had no idea her eyes were an apple green, he always assumed they were a light blue for some unknown reason. However, everyone knew her hair had been pink, who could forget a colour like that on someone's head? The girl in front of him had short straight hair, falling down to her shoulders. The girl in the photograph had long wavy hair which had reached her mid-back, Sasuke recalled, bringing the picture to the forefront of his mind. Then again, they didn't have straighteners in the nineteenth century.

He remembered the caption below the photograph, printed in block capitals.

SAKURA HARUNO, THE MOST FEARED VAMPIRE IN HISTORY, WAS FINALLY KILLED BY KAITO UCHIHA IN 1894.

The girl in the photograph was standing right in front of him, but being an Uchiha he remained stoic, not giving away any emotions. She was obviously escaping, and he let her go. His father would freak out when he found out she'd left, but how could a mere human, who was blatantly ignorant of who she was, threaten the supernatural world?

Sasuke would soon find out.


Thank you for reading! I decided to put some of Sasuke's POV in this chapter, which I enjoyed writing.

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