Exiled
An angel and a demon were not an acceptable match. Exiled because of her involvement with a being from the underworld, Sakura carries on alone. Hidden and untraceable. Until one day, when she finds herself calling out to Sasuke again. Demon/Fallen Angel AU

Disclaimer: M for adult themes. Readers under 18 are not advised.

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Exiled | Prologue


It wasn't fair what Sakura's people had done to her. She blamed him and he blamed himself too.

For the first hundred years afterwards, she refused to see him.

She'd been de-winged because of her involvement with him. An angel and a demon were not an acceptable match.

While Sakura had been punished, cast into exile for sneaking around with a being from the underworld. Sasuke had been given a title change and a higher tiered class.

For causing the fall of an angel.

That was part of the reason she didn't want to see him.

It had been a grossly unfair and unbalanced retribution.

She still has not fully adapted, after all this time. Has not adapted to being permanently grounded.

She has, however, stopped masking her presence. Sasuke is alert and his interest is piqued, when he's able to locate her for the first time in a century.

First, his thought is that she's hurt. If she's not putting in the effort to hide herself from him, then her focus has been drawn to self-preserve.

But when he finds her, flash stepping to where she's at, it's not the case.

Though her head is downcast, she lifts it up when she senses his arrival. She's facing away from him. Sitting on a boulder, near the edge of a stream. The full moon is radiant on this night and lights up the water and the area surrounding.

She does not turn around. As such, Sasuke has yet to see her face.

She is wearing a blood red tank top, the straps crisscrossing across her shoulder blades. And if he had a heart, he thinks it would hurt from the sight of the scarring at her back. Where her wings had been clipped. And where they had once sat.

Out of an intuitive sense of propriety, he has pulled his own dark feathers inwards and out of view.

He doesn't think it appropriate to flaunt his in her presence, upon their reunion. It seemed of poor taste.

Sakura toes the clear water as he approaches her from the back. His feet do not make a sound against the brush of the forest.

"You came… immediately," she says, softly.

Sasuke had not prepared himself properly for this. Once he reaches her and looks down at her face, he freezes.

She looks soft. Delicate. Less ethereal than before she'd been exiled, but majestic in an entirely different way. Her eye makeup is dark. Possibly a symbol of mourning. Her pink hair is long and wavy. Her ears, heavily pierced.

She doesn't turn to him right away. Staring straight forward for a time, before finally shifting her body towards his direction.

Her breath catches at the sight of him.

His appearance is somewhat different. His hair lengthier, his body stronger and his face a little more ornery.

But the way he looks at her has not changed, and involuntarily Sakura feels her body temperature rising at his scrutiny.

"I need… help," she murmurs.

His eyes narrow. So after a hundred years of no contact, she'd summoned him to her because she wanted something?

One of his eyebrows raise, as his arms cross and his jaw clenches.

It had been her reckless use of calling to him that had gotten them caught in the first place.

There is no governing order above, to punish her now, he supposes.

"With?" he questions.

She jumps fractionally at the sound of his voice. She'd forgotten the gravelly undertone of it. Dark and purposeful. Much like himself and his pulsing, purple-black aura.

"There is a group on the surface," she starts, shakily. "That's taken an interest in me."

Sasuke frowns at this.

"I'm afraid," she says, looking up at him.

Seeing the green of her eyes after so long is jarring, but outwardly he does not react. There's a light that is missing from them, that much is obvious.

His own irises are red and they glow in the night. Gleaming in a demonic fashion, as is his nature.

So she wants his protection.

She had not been wrong, to seek him out for that. He has no qualms in giving it to her.

He had loved her before, and he still does now.

Sasuke extends his hand out towards her.

She looks at it, expression contemplative. If she wants that from him, she'll need to go with him.

Sighing, she stands up.

She's smaller than she had been before, he notes.

The sky dwellers had clearly attempted to mute her appeal.

He thinks they did a bad job. A difference in height and a softening of her features has only made her desirable in a different way.

Hesitantly, she puts her petite hand in his large one.

Then, he takes her away.

This is his fallen angel.


TBC...


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