Chapter 4 : Caged
I was deep in thought, staring at the green grass, my ever loyal big panther laid behind me, purring as I scratched his head. His name was Amzxer and I've had it since I was 5 years old, he was one of the few things I brought to Konoha since my father made me marry Sasuke. I have always wanted to fall in love and marry whoever I wanted, that's the way it's supposed to be, maybe not in this island, maybe not in other countries, but in my land it was. So why I married Sasuke, would you ask yourselves? He came one day to our sunny, ever beautiful island with the idea of cutting off all the trees for selling it in Konoha's wooden market. My father, the head of our tribe, city, name it as you like it, begged and begged him to reconsider, we could not fight them since they had guns, and lots of things we didn't have. We were behind them in the technology subject, but we lived happily, eating when needed, sleeping, and communicating with the nature that surrounded us. But Sasuke said that he wouldn't loose the opportunity of selling such a good wood, he said he could become millionaire if he did sell it. He was way too ambitious. He was only a poor lawyer but wanted to reach the tallest step in the society's staircase.
And then he saw me. I was in the river, playing with Amzxer, when the people of the Land of Konoha came to Suraja, my island. I run until I reached my father, who was begging the cold-hearted one to have some pity on us. His black eyes shifted from my father's face to mine, and then he smiled a smile that made my whole body shiver. I was eighteen when this happened. Now I'm twenty-one. My father was about to refuse, but I agreed for him, for my mother, and for the other people of the tribe. So I took Amzxer and a few clothes and left my beautiful home to come to a colder place. Even if Konoha was warm enough, in winter it snowed; something that in Suraja never happened. We lived in a big building, but not in this castle, it was when he told me that he had bought a huge castle that I became worried. So one day I escaped from his ever watchful eye and took a long trip to my native land. When I arrived I found that everything was destroyed, the trees, the whole tribe, the huts, my family, my friends…I stayed there, completely lost, hiding under one of the huts until Sasuke arrived, really pissed off. When we came back to the castle he gave me a good beating, and for a long time I stayed in my room, far too scared to come out. He would enter my bedroom and undress me, while I stared at the ceiling, he would enter me harshly, hurting me, he would end up, dress himself and leave me alone; naked, crying and in pain. The first night was real hell, it hurt so much that after he finished I could not walk for a couple of days, blood dripping in my panties. But I became stronger with time, rebelling once and again and accepting without any tear when he beat me. I managed to save some of the people he brought in the castle to torture and divert himself with the fact of injuring someone. He was sadistic. He was sickening.
And then ihe/i came in here. Sasuke was strangely happy the days before he arrived, then when he came, my dark-haired husband became strangely afraid. He was afraid that ihe/i might escape, after all he wasn't The Hatake Kakashi for nothing.
I didn't want to see what Sasuke did to him and all his tripulation, I knew that he wasn't behind the money so he still had left from when he killed and sold my tribe and jungle, his motivations were always directed in social matters, image and all that shit. Hypocrisy. But after a while I heard screams coming from Sasuke's torture chamber, and without any doubt a barged in, I knew that Sasuke let me take the ones that surrendered but I didn't want them to suffer. At least I had some excuse. When I entered I yelled at the captain's torturer, looking the poor bleeding pirate by the corner of my eye. He had silver hair, and beautiful pale-silvery skin, his eyes and mouth covered with black fabric, and his chest dripping lots of red blood. His chest heaved with the difficulty of his respiration, his arms, chained to the wall, were tensed as if they were about to break the chains. I left the room before I had the chance to see what more damage have the torturers made to the rest of the tripulation.
The next morning Sasuke found me and hit me for having saving them, once again that afraid expression in his cold eyes. He tried to cover it with anger. He took me by the arm and dragged me to see the people I'd saved, and then I saw ihim/i standing in the middle of the wooden floor. I looked away, feeling the sting of Sasuke's slaps, and we walked to him. Just when Sasuke was about to retort him something, he had talked; in a deep, rich and smooth voice.
-Thanks so much for saving my life, beautiful princess.- My eyes shifted from looking at the wall to him, and then they widened when I realised what he had said. For the first time in a long time I felt flattered. I gazed at his warm black eye, his left one closed; a scar crossing it. He looked at Sasuke giving him a crooked smile, flashing a line of white teeth with the canines slightly sharper. I looked at Sasuke and he glared at me a look that meant 'If you know what's better for you, you'll know how to react and please me', his previous conversation hadn't been forgotten so I put on my hard mask once again and ordered my favourite slave to whip him. I knew Sasuke would like that I stayed there, while the pirate suffered; so I tried to look comfortable while I drank and ate, and finally he left. Before Naruto started I told him not to be hard, and to take care where he slashed, in an effort that the Scarecrow pirate would not suffer that much, in my own language. I taught Naruto my language long time ago, after having had an affair with him I realised that he was more like a friend, or at least something close to it, since I had no friends anymore. Naruto liked to hear stories from my now extinguished tribe and was fascinated by my strange hair colour, a trait of the people of Suraja. My father had red hair, and my mother pearly white, my best-friend had purple hair, and my brother was coral-colour haired. Every time the whip slashed the silver-haired man in front of me, I cringed mentally. I knew that this was necessary since if Sasuke didn't see the slashes in the Hatake's back he would become suspicious. My gaze flew to his face unconsciously and I flinched a little when I saw that he was gazing at me murderously with both his eyes. His left eye, usually closed, was now wide open; it was a startling shade of deep blood colour with three little black spots. I gazed back to my cup and took another swig, recomposing myself. When I felt that I could no longer stand it, I raised my hand and told Naruto to stop. He did as I told and I left swiftly.
After that day on, I did as much as I could to avoid him, I was sure that he hated me and thought that I was a horrible person, but I didn't care.
I continued to stare blankly at the grass while thinking about the last few days' events, Amzxer still near me.
I heard a sound and I lifted my gaze from the floor to where the sound was coming, and my eyes widened when I saw that that pirate was there. I stiffed slightly in my position and Amxzer nudged me with his huge head as if asking me what happened. I caressed his cheek, reassuring him and continued looking at the silver-haired slave that worked in front of me, digging the ground to build the lake I requested Sasuke. He gave me everything, so then he could show off at how much he loves his wife and makes for the wild stranger woman to be like at home. Home that burned inexplicably and left her without anywhere to go. The pirate worked incessantly, with energy, and he did not seem bothered by the sun that hit him hard since it was almost midday. I had the chance to gaze at him without him realising so I examined his back, he was bare-chested, as all the slaves (excepting women) that was something that Sasuke requested; 'They're like animals, so they must be treated like it' he had said once. His wounds seemed slightly infected and I made mental note to tell Hinata; Naruto's girlfriend and also the slaves' nurse, that she passed by to heal him. Naruto and Hinata met in here, behind my protecting wing, I saved her from being killed from having entered the main garden without realising. The main door guard was sleeping and my husband wanted to kill the poor strayed woman! So after saving her she told me that she had slight studies of nursery but not much more. And since in my tribe I was the medic I taught her something of my own. Soon I realised that the pale eyed, dark-haired girl blushed whenever my blond friend approached, so I made the match-maker and presented her to him. And so they started dating. Going back to my newest silver-haired slave I continued examining him, he was taller than me, meh…that wasn't difficult, but he was a full head taller. His silver hair stood up to one side, in a strangely appealing disarray. He was well muscled, his body more of a fighter, but agile, not bulky. His whole body was crisscrossed by lots of faded scars, some on his arms, the rest on his chest, and back; even some in his neck. He looked just like a pirate had to look, dangerous; but strangely enough, to me he didn't seem that frightening. Maybe it was something in the way he crouched slightly, in a carefree manner or the way his dark eye was half hooded, I didn't know but Sasuke was far more frightening than that Hatake. He looked up and caught me staring, a flash of hate passed his eyes, his muscles tensing under his pale skin; but he looked back to his shovel and resumed his work. I felt unwanted in my own garden and stood up, Amzxer following me behind, and went back to my bedroom.
A/N: Sakura's pov at last! :D I wanted to make her from a far away land, all exotic and that kind of stuff. I had lots of sketches of her dresses and looks *_* anyway, I really hope you liked it ^^
Tell me if you like this story or if you think that the fact that Kakashi's a pirate, Sakura a foreign princess and Sasuke a complete jerk; it's completely unappealing and boring.
Thanks for reading anyway or commenting whatever your opinions are! (:
