Thanks to all the pointers for my "poetry." Haha, I appreciate it! However, I wrote chapter 2 awhile back before I got all the pointers. Since I am rather lazy (eh, I can't help it), I will not nit-pick at this chapter to correct & improve my poetry. I promise, though, that I will make it better next time... or I'll try to at least. :)

Disclaimer: Boy, if only Sasuke was mine....

..2..

Clad in black

A knight in dark armor

Came riding by today

Really was a charmer

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Onyx orbs shone

Unruly hair hung

Figure was buff

Kept acting tough

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The girls would fawn.

He would smirk.

I'd sit on the outside

Watching that jerk

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Brushing off compliments

And taking in the 'glory'

I think I want to vomit

That's my pitiful story

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He had came in rich, extravagant robes, galloping with his right-hand man and another servant down the dusty road to the dojo. Tsunade led everyone out to stand by the street to welcome them. Sakura loitered behind. Tayuya's eyes glazed with excitement as she glued her eyes on the prince. Sakura supposed that he was handsome. Very handsome. He held an air around him that demanded everyone's eye on him. Sakura scoffed. She knew he'd be more trouble than he was worth. The girls 'oohed and ahhed'.

"Look at him!"

"Isn't he dreamy?"

"I can't believe he's actually here!"

"I want to talk to him!"

"Oh my gosh, he just looked at me!"

"Pretty nice horse." Commented Sakura, snickering. She received dark, evil glares from her classmates. With a roll of her eyes, she brushed off their hostility and examined the steed that the Prince Sasuke was riding. It was a beautiful white mare. Its mane was cleanly swept, and she had the feeling that it was brushed frequently. Even the horses got special treatment.

A wave of pity went through Sakura. Poor horse. It had to be under that cocky prince. How did he lift up that humongous ego?

The prince skid to a stop when he arrived closer to the mob of 'pretty' girls. His right-hand man was dressed in slightly less elegant robes than the lord. Blonde hair spilled over cerulean eyes. He was slightly shorter than the prince, but he, unlike the lord, seemed to have a friendly atmosphere. Sakura might actually not mind him.

Another male pulled up besides the two. He had a warrior mark around his ears, and supported a brown mane. A little dog sat on top of his head. What an odd fashion statement.

Without the noble steeds, the robes, and the prince's 'look at me' aura, Sakura would suspect that it was an ordinary rag tag crew.

"So cool!" There was an unanimous whisper, save for a certain pink haired girl. Then again, some people would disagree with Sakura's way of thinking.

Prince Sasuke slid off his horse with grace and landed on the ground on his leather boots. The scene seemed to change when he directed his gaze to the mob. Every girl had sighed in content. Sakura imagined them all melting into goo on the floor so she could splash in them. She was pretty sure that her mind was not suited for royalty.

"Take the horses around back." The lord directed the supposed warrior as he handed him the rope. The right-hand man did the same.

"Don't take too long, slowpoke!" Sakura was taken back by the remark. So the royalty had these kind of people too? Ones that didn't mind what came out of their mouth?

"So cool…" She was beginning to think that the two word phrase was going to be a chant. Her classmates were being brainwashed, and Sakura realized, she didn't really care.

"We are so pleased to see you visit, Prince Sasuke." Tsunade greeted, bowing precisely forty-five degrees.

"I was bored." He regarded her with a slight nod. "This is Naruto Uzumaki, and the one tending to the horses is Kiba Inuzuka." He introduced briskly.

"Pleased to meet you, Sir Uzumaki." The blonde male grinned and scratched the back of his neck.

"The pleasure's all mine!" Sakura was starting to feel that befriending Naruto was not going to be a hard task.

"Girls." Tsunade scolded in a commanding tone. Sakura and the rest immediately scattered into two lines, leaving a walkway for the three men to go into the dojo. Kiba had already came back from the horse stall.

Every girl was supposed to bend their heads down as the prince and his followers walked past. But they all disobeyed, and angled their heads so they could catch a glimpse of their beloved lord. Sakura was the last one in her line, and she, unlike the rest, kept her head firmly down. In her eyes, the little earthworm on the ground was much more entertaining than watching royals saunter past. The crunching of dirt under Prince Sasuke's shoes alerted her that he was standing directly in front of her. Sakura waited for him to move along, but he didn't. She still refused to look up, and she noticed the death glares coming her way from her fellow classmates. How come when she didn't want attention, she was dragged into the spotlight?

"Why do you not look at me?" The prince seemed really puzzled. His deep voice rumbled and there was an audible contented sigh from the two lines. Sakura sighed in annoyance, but it was drowned out by the other sounds. She kept the sophisticated proper lady air around her as she spoke calmly, still not meeting the lord's eye.

"I haven't the right." Her voice was quiet and mellow.

"I give you the right." Sakura rolled her eyes. You think you can control everything.

"It wouldn't be proper." Maybe she was being a tad bit stubborn, but Sakura held her ground. She felt Tsunade's disapproving stare and the girls' hostile looks for her getting to speak with the prince. Sakura just wished that he would move along. She heard the scuffling of feet of the men accompanying lord Sasuke.

"I think you're being rejected…" Sakura recognized the voice to be of the blonde male's. Immediately following the statement, he burst into laughter. "Never happened before, eh Sasuke?" The pink haired girl kept her head bowed but smiled. She really could become friends with that guy. He had even left the formalities when speaking to the prince. Maybe they were pretty close. Or maybe he was just a troublemaker. Either way suited Sakura just fine.

"Hn. Don't get carried away…" The deep tremor of his voice stung with arrogance. Sakura could hear the slight edge in his tone when he whispered, with what she was sure to be a smirk. "last place." Sakura felt the blonde male stiffen with annoyance.

"Yeah, yeah." He shrugged it off. If it weren't for the crowd, she was sure that Naruto would have argued with the prince on the matter.

Finally, with much due patience on Sakura's part, the prince walked away, seeming to have forgotten about her. His men followed. Once she was sure of the creak of the door opening and the sound of footsteps walking inside the dojo, Sakura lifted her head. What a coincidence. She was met with glares. Tayuya's dark flaring orbs enlightened her a bit, she must admit. If she had managed to tick her off, then maybe the halt in the prince's movements had done its purpose.

"Ladies, escort the prince and tend to him." Tsunade's voice rang out. With no complaints, all the girls scurried up and managed to compose themselves into the correct posture and physique. Sakura didn't care of babying the prince so she walked away from the dojo.

"Sakura, don't you want to create a impact on the prince?" Her teacher's voice called out to her. The pink haired girl, wheeled around, stared at the lady in the eyes and bowed.

"I'm not feeling quite up to it, sensei." Her back arched straight as she stood up once again and turned around. She felt Tsunade's eyes on her back while she walked back to her room.

"I don't think I'll ever feel up to it."

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He thinks he's oh so great

Like a god on display

Thinking that we're of low-class

So he can have his own way

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The way he flaunts his power

Those arrogant long strides

Acting like he's unaware

Of the girls at his sides

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I shut my door on him

And those pathetic dreamy girls

Blushing and swinging about

In gowns that always twirl

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None of them would have missed me

They're all caught up in the lies

Pretending that they don't know

That the prince will make them cry

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For I am sure of his type

Ones that flirt and wander

Cannot be satisfied with one lady

Their hearts, he will plunder

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This is all a sick game

In which every player will get hurt

'Cept for me; sitting out

Why? 'Cuz I don't flirt.

r&r