Chapter XI
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When the sun had set, Naruto had abandoned her in the garden with a kiss on her forehead. "It is my sister's time to shine," he said before wandering off to find a bed to sleep.
Sakura turned on her back to view the cool warmth of the Moon Goddess. The one who shone when she would make love on a blanket with only the moon and stars to bear witness.
The Moon Goddess knew and saw everything Sakura had hid from her mother, from others. And yet she did not betray that confidence. A secret between Goddesses. A secret between women.
"Sakura."
With more hope than she would have like, Sakura shot up and searched for Itachi and yet found only Sasuke instead. He raised an eyebrow at the obvious disappointment on her face.
"It's late. Why's the daughter of spring still up?" He asked, coming forward to settle down next to her, the scent of blood and agony filling her lungs. He held out a golden goblet of ambrosia for her, a choice among the Holy.
She shrugged and struggled to breathe.
Freedom and love.
If that was all she ever wanted, then the God of War would have been a fine choice. Sasuke was a man with a beautiful face and a body that made girls ache to run their nails down. His voice was soft and melted and wrapped around her like a warm blanket.
But the God of War was also the God of Ruin.
And she knew Sasuke had a hand in her half-sisters' demise at the Fall of Troy.
"Enjoying a beautiful night." She replied softly.
If she closed her eyes, she could see him soaked in the blood of innocents. Standing in the battle-field with a bloodlust smile on his face, hacking down friend or foe. He was Chaos personified and he would not give her Freedom and Love in the way she wanted.
Sasuke was a man who dabbled in women's bodies, and never their hearts.
"It's cold out here, come with me," he breathed softly in that way he did to get what he wanted.
It wasn't the first time he had come searching for her love.
Her eyes fluttered. "My mother…"
His breath was on her neck, stained with ambrosia.
She knew…
"She's in her sister's room." He whispered, a hand wandering.
She knew!
As his hand began to wander, the unhappy war brides screamed at her.
'Without love, we aren't even women anymore! All we do is warm our husband's bed and bear his sons to fight His wars!'
The spell was broken, and Sakura pulled herself away from his lips that had sunk below her breasts.
"My Lord, I must…. I have to…." Sakura forced a blush on her face and disappeared into the darkness of the night as the moon hid Herself behind a cloud. A darkness that not even the War God could see into.
Thank you, Moon Goddess.
She whispered back in the wind. 'The blood of Paris soaks his hands.'
Sakura knew.
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A/N: Damn, Tsunade would have actually been a better Demeter than Mebuki. Oh well, I'll put Tsunade in another place.
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