Hello April Fools. Ha! I tricked you all into thinking I was going to update on the fourth, boy were you wrong.
Now instead of getting angry and up in arms at me and saying, "Itachi's Rose how could you do this to us?" That answer is simple, "Because I can, and I will. (On special occasions.)"
Now that I have had my fun with you all…
Here's another Chapter continuing The Lord's Fallen Angel's story, Virgin Blood. As usual the next update date will be posted on the bottom of the chapter. Please note that I may be late, (Or early in this case) with said updates due to the school year.
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Chapter 20: Heroes and Pawns
As the dream Nile faded form her view Sakura drifted back into consciousness she silently thought of the Gaara that gave her the motivation to fight on. When she saw his worried eyes stare down at her she instantly felt his concern, when he held her his compassion and urgency flowed from him to her. Never before had she felt that kind of feeling form anyone. Sasuke never gave her that feeling.
She shivered. That prince of Greece scared her. Who would have thought that a man from the honorable Uchiha clan would be so cruel and dark? She had heard many legends of the heroes the Uchiha produced, Uchiha Madara being one of them.
A man of tradition, Madara had to accept the marriage of a noble man's daughter, a political move made by the Uzumaki of the West. The marriage proposal between Madara Uchiha and Mito Uzumaki was to symbolize peace between the two powers, but tragedy struck. Mito died the night before the wedding, a note left behind from her:
My Lord Uchiha,
I apologize greatly; my love for another is too strong. I cannot marry you for I believe I could never learn how to love you.
Mito Uzumaki
At this time the Uchiha and the Senju were great friends and would often visit each other's lands and homes in their small empires. As Madara approached the casket he couldn't help but notice that his friend cried very sorrowfully, more so than Mito's own father, Hashirama grieved the woman like a close husband to his wife.
The pieces all came together, his best friend fell in love with his arranged wife, Madara did not feel anger, and instead he left the funeral never paying his respects to the dead body. Returning to his home he gathered everything he needed for the long journey to the underworld he brought only one warrior with him, his brother Izuna.
The two brothers successfully made it to the land shrouded in shadows: Hades. Both were horrified as they met many gruesome tasks and challenges. The god of the underworld thought they would fail; he failed to realize the power of the two brothers.
When the two brothers found Hades in his grand palace of the dead they were unprepared for the price to pay to retrieve the dead woman.
Impressed with the brothers' persistence with each obstacle Hades awarded them a gift and said that if either of them looked at Mito they would lose their gift and die. Madara, seeing that the gift held more power than any mortal could ever imagine, tore a long piece of cloth from his tunic and wrapped it around his eyes.
Izuna lead the woman and his brother as they made their way out of the dark territory of Hades, careful not to look at Mito.
Hades, being the god of death, hated it when mortals cheated death. He shrouded the woman in an illusion making her believe that an army of the dead were constantly stabbing her. Being weak minded she fell into the illusion quickly. This attracted the attention of Izuna who turned and met Mito's eyes, his scream filled the cavern as his heart stopped.
Hades was happy.
Madara refused to leave his brother behind, he guided the hysterical woman onto his back and carried his brother in his arms. Despite the twists and turns and sharp stones, Madara made it out of the cavern blindfolded.
When Madara returned to his home he let Mito run into Hashirama's, the two lovers elated that they had another chance to be together. Hashirama offered his best friend thanks for allowing him an opportunity to court Mito properly, but Madara on the other hand felt no such sentiment.
Madara hated Hashirama and Mito, he blamed them for the death of his brother. He told them to leave before he killed the both of them. The friendship ended between the Senju and the Uchiha.
Was Sasuke like Madara?
On the outside the prince looked regal, respectful, and held a high boastful head. All of which showed off his authority and power. But when she sat in the same room with him he changed, his personality flipped like a coin.
How could this person be the most sought after man in all of Greece, how would he be the prince and future lord of his land with a firm, just fist?
Many women in Greece wanted political power and influence, and by the way he chose her of all of those women she could see that he had no interest in people using him to gain power. If anything he would use someone else for his own gain.
Sakura understood that he saw everything and every person as a strategic piece to a puzzle, something that would gain him control. His army was just full of pawns, and the two romans held a much higher position over them. Where did she factor into that?
More questions filled her head, 'My life is filled with nothing but questions, and they need to be answered!'
Gradually feeling came back to her as her eyes flickered open, rolling her head she glanced around the room tiredly. 'Whatever he did to me is still taking its toll. I need to get out of here, I need to do what Gaara said.'
Sakura found that ropes restricted her from standing; the bastard tied her to a damn chair!
Here she was- tied to a chair, no way to untie them or cut them, she should not panic, she should not panic or cry.
She wiggled her hands and feet hoping that her slender hands would slip through the bonds, it did not work, if anything she just made it worse. Desperately she yanked and pulled both of her pale lower arms becoming raw and red. Her eyes threatened to water.
'I said I would not cry, and I will not!'
Her cheeks moistened, "I will not cry, I can't lose!"
With one last pull she and the chair tumbled onto the floor the chair landing on its side, her hands and feet still attached to its legs, wait…legs that were open ended.
Pathetically she twisted so she was on her knees praying to the gods above that she would succeed in the endeavor she was about to do. Taking a deep breath she arched her back and slid forward in the overturned chair getting higher and higher off of the floor, her feet inched the rope off of the legs of the chair. YES! Her legs were free! Now her hands.
Her tied hands grabbed the bottom of the chair as she stood up and placed the chair up right. Letting go of the chair she slid down to the floor, picking up the front legs of the chair the rope came free from the chair.
She was free.
SHE FREED HERSELF!
She did not need the help of a goddess, she could do anything on her own.
New found determination met her, no longer did she feel pity, no longer did she feel broken. Green emerald eyes stared at the door in front of her, challenges would face her when she opened it and she is ready for them.
Whispering to herself she said, "No one will hold me back again, no longer will I be afraid!"
She will not be someone's pawn.
She strides to the door, the first barrier to her life, and she placed her had on the knob, now the real journey and fight has begun!
End of Arc I
Next update: April 21, 2013.
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