A/N: Wow! I'm surprised so many people like this story! Yayyy! And it wasn't really meant to be continued…it was gonna be a drabble. But now, here's chapter 2! Sorry that updates are taking so long! Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own Naruto. (Which I forgot to mention in a lot of my latest updates..' sory)

Chapter 2

After Deidara left, Sasori sat at his desk, and looked out the window, which had a big over-view of the city. He saw many people working, socializing, and whatnot. 'At least there's still peace..' Sasori thought, thankful that no terrible threats had come up for 70 years. It was 100 years ago when the great civil war took place, because all nations were only one, but instead of two sides fighting each other, it had been 5. Eventually, the 5 sides settled into an agreement of having a ruler for each land; Deidara for Earth, Sabaku no Gaara for Wind, Hoshigaki Kisame for Water, Uchiha Itachi for Fire, and of course, himself, Akasuna no Sasori for Red Sand. From that 100 years ago up to now, peace had reigned.

Anyway, Sasori started signing his neat signature on the awaiting documents, eyes boredly scanning each for loopholes. Yes, when Sasori did things, he liked to make sure that everything was set in iron; so no one could make him the fool. (Aha, the last person who attempted this feat, was never seen in any of the 5 nations..)

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Letting out an almost inaudible 'whoosh', which might have been his form of a deep sigh, Sasori stood up and stretched. It had already been 2 hours, and he had finished the heaping piles that used to reside on one side of his desk. However, just because the written work was finished, Sasori had to go out and go on his patrol. Patrol what, you ask? Since he had the rest of the day, he'd take a perceptive look through this city, Suni, and the 3 surrounding villages: Akou, Dikoji, and Amigaki. ((Uhm, totally just made this up…))

Pulling on a silver cord that was to his left, a bell sounded. Immediately, a servant arrived.

"Please send for Deidara-sama. We will be out for most of the night, doing the patrols and such. Have him meet me in the stables, and have a horse ready for him. Thank you." Sasori replied, his voice monotone, yet the servant girl nearly fainted at having 'spoken' to the Sasori-sama. (Ha, and servant girl is..48 years old.)

Sasori now wore black robes, lined with crimson. His royal symbol, a blood red rose intertwined with wispy silvery lines (similar looking to spider webs), was on the top back of his black cloak. To finish off the look, he wore black polished boots with matching crimson trim.

At the moment, Sasori was staring at seemingly nothing, while preparing his black beauty. (Horse). In reality, he was thinking about the 'recruit'. Yes, it was coming to that time again; the current staff was starting to grow old, and in a few years, they may be unable to complete their tasks. Thus, ever 40-50 years, he recruited his whole staff. (Unless there are those who are still sort of young, like the stables master, Shikazawa, who is currently 45, and getting Deidara's white stallion ready.)

"Oi, Sasori-sama." Deidara said, waving his hand at the apathetic man. Sasori returned Deidara's greeting with a nod.

Deidara was wearing blue robes with white trim, his emblem was a stone hit by lightning, within a diamond, which was also on the top back of his cloak. He wore white riding boots, with blue trim. His hair out of it's usual style, was all down, still only one oceanic eye visible. He gave a devilish smirk, and mounted his horse as quick as Sasori blinked.

Sasori, who was resisting the urge to roll his eyes, merely mounted his steed. Now both on their glorious horses, they rode into the direction of the city, Deidara trying to get Sasori to race him. After a little while, Sasori gave up. Giving a small smile, he gave his beauty a quick kick to increase his speed. The two friends raced all the way to the entrance of Suni.

'Ahhhh! Why can't Shizuma just leave me be! I like to work…why can't she just be her prissy self somewhere else, and let me get my work done?' Sakura thought, nearly bashing her head into the nearest wall.

You see, this morning had started with Shizuma whining about her bath oils got all….crystally and hard, then shoving them at Sakura to 'take away and fix'. Sakura had tried to explain to her sister that she was taking inventory of the house, and was in charge of cleaning it today. Of course, Shizuma hadn't listened, and harped at Sakura until she gave in.

After Sakura went to the cellar to fetch her 'dearest' sister her new oils, Shizuma insisted that it wasn't the same, and that she'd have to get them fresh from the marketplace. She wouldn't mind being alone at the marketplace, even if it was to fetch her sister something she honestly didn't need, but Shizuma insisted on coming, so here Sakura was, trying to block out the damned banshee's voice.

"Honestly, Saku-kun! How could you stand having 2 month stored oils?! That just isn't done! They must be fresh. Kami-chan, why was I stuck with such an idiot sister? She can't do anything right!..' Was as much as Sakura heard, before she tuned the purple haired girl out. Sakura looked herself over, making sure she was remotely presentable, since she had to go out into the city.

A simple yellow gown, to ankle length, with long sleeves. The top of the dress was a white corset style, but didn't make her breasts nearly pop out of the sockets, like Shizuma's. She wore white riding boots, and her hair was in a single braid, all the way to her arse. Finding herself presentable, Sakura grabbed her white cloak off the hook and draped it over her shoulders. She lifted an eyebrow at Shizuma, looking her over.

Shizuma had shoulder length purple hair, chocolate brown, doe eyes, and curvy figure. She was wearing a white dress, 13 inches below her knees. It had white short sleeves, and a black corset, with inset pearls between the valley of her breasts (on the corset), finished up with long black gloves. She wore polished (by Sakura) black rider's boots that were knee length. Her hair was in an up-do that was supposed to only be used for married women. (Aha, makes her seem even worse! There she is, flirting with these men, and she has a wife's hairstyle! That says something.) Sakura rolled her eyes, and held out her sister's black cloak, while Shizuma snatched it away.

"Saku-kun! You know better. Do not touch valuable fabrics in such a way! Besides, this is velvet. It'll lose it's softness if you treat it that way!" She exclaimed, 'petting' the hood, as she had the cloak draped over her arm. Sakura resisted the urge to smack her forehead, and just grabbed a bag of silver, and attached it to her hip, under the cloak. She handed a whicker basket to her sister, who dropped it upon contact. This made Sakura just stare at her, in question.

"You don't expect me to hold that do you?" She shrieked.

"Of course, your highness. How could I have forgotten?" Sakura sardonically smiled, rolling her eyes. She wrote (yes, Sakura has educated herself! She is smart.) a letter to their mother, stating where they were and what they were doing. She also took a 'look' at her mental inventory list.

'Ah..I'll need to buy some needles, flour, and sticks for dango..' Sakura thought, taking the basket from her sister. In an instant, they were into the city!

A/N: Yes, very short. But for the next chapter, it'll have the marketplace scene, and maybe then some. I'm still trying to plan this out…D; I hope you liked it! Ugh, and yes, Shizuma is meant do be like, the ugly stepsister; but Shizuma's mother is Sakura's mother, and they had the same father. She doesn't treat Sakura as bad as the ugly step sisters, but, close to that. Sakura's not waiting for that Prince Charming to come save her though, ;)