There are not many women with chivalrous spirits matching those of men…"
-Chiyo to Sakura Chapter 279 page 10 of "Naruto"
A/N:Well here we go again folks! All the things I promised previously. I had a mention that Sakura has lost her spark during this arc. I will broach the subject shortly here in case a few of you others feel the same way. I promise that I take characterization very, very seriously and I feel that everything affects how a character speaks and reacts. I do my best to make certain that I observe everything. I didn't feel that it would in character for this rendition of her persona to be edgy in her home country as there is no reason for her to behave that way. She is newly in love and almost giddily happy to have stepped foot in her homeland once more, and that can take the edge off of almost anyone. I also felt that bringing out the other aspects of her persona that had to be suppressed due to her servitude in Konoha to a prince would help make her more 3d for the lack of a better description. The things she says may seem sweet and sentimental at times, but she is merely being her blunt self. She says outright how she feels because that's just who she is in this AUverse and as you can see, it is also not only an aspect of her personality but a cultural thing as well. She was able to let down her guard for a couple of days, and not to mention she's on home soil, reminiscing about her father who passed away nearly two years ago which really isn't a very long time. I don't know about you all but when I remember those in my life that I've lost and I do things that remind me of them... I get rather quiet and subdued for a day or two, even after all these years. So this is why it is the way it is. I hope this arc hasn't been too boring for all of you as it hasn't called for her to edgy and in peoples faces. However for those dying for action, she will soon be seeing plenty of it, so no worries. Thank you. I hope that you enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of the characters there in. I just borrow them to torture them for my own amusement from time to time.
Summery: There once was a pink haired woman who was nothing more than a simple blacksmith's daughter. Yet none could match the ferocity of her spirit once the hilt of a blade was held within her grasp. An arrogant, cocky, self-assured dragon prince was certainly no exception.
- Sakura/Neji - -AU –
Rated -M- Because there will be lots of blood, violence, gore, and swearing. Ect. Ect. And possibly some erotic scenes here and there.
Chapter 17
Neji lay down the bundle under the direction of a villager and then slowly he drew a cream clothed arm across his brow. Sakura had sent him ahead of her with the meat and had requested he offered his help so that the Grasslanders would get to know him better. At first the villagers had accepted his offer of assistance. However it wasn't long before they made use of his draconic strength, and by the time the disc of the autumn sun was beginning to lower in the rainbow-hewn sky ebbing into the cool violet of night, the populace had relaxed in his presence and had began to include him in on their conversations.
His ears twitched slightly when he heard the whooshing, and crackling noises as the large wooden pyres were lit into dancing orange flames. By the time the moon began to rise, people from all over began to trickle into the small village, the locals called Takut. In the distance he could hear the beginning of tribal drums being played, the pounding rhythm seeming to match pace with the beat of his heart, thrumming into his very veins. His nose twitched slightly when the scent of cooking food reached his nostrils. He strode to the edge of the village, turning his eyes to the path that Sakura would take.
The dragon could sense that she was making her way to her way to him. He leaned against the trunk a lone oak, folding his arms across his muscular chest. His eyebrows drew together when he could see the outline of her shadow. The amber grass swayed lazily in the night breeze, fireflies dancing, and flitting, winking in and out of existence. Neji's breath caught in his throat when she lifted her head and his silvery eyes met moon glistening green.
Pink hair lay slightly curling, down over her shoulders and back. She was wearing a verdant, velvety soft top, that ended just a couple inches beneath her breasts, the sleeves just mere straps. His eyebrows drew together in disbelief, as his gaze roamed down the bare, flat plane of her stomach and onto the soft dark green skirt riding low on her hips, the free flowing hem brushing her ankles as her sandled feet cut a path straight for him. She wore matching malachite hued leather bands on her upper arms and wrists. Her high fine boned cheeks were streaked with bold slashes of the purple tribal paint she seemed to favor. A wreath of clovers was nestled gently in the bubble-gum tinted tresses.
Hiroshi who happened to be passing by froze when he caught sight of Sakura approaching. His brown eyes flicked in the direction of the dumb-struck dragon prince. Turning his head, he said loud enough for just Neji to hear as he walked past the other male, "I hate you."
Neji stiffened when he heard the annoying human's voice. He turned his head sending a snarl in the retreating male's direction. The human only responded by lifting his hand in an absent wave. Sakura stopped in front of Neji, looking down casting her gaze on her feet, "Good evening my liege."
He turned his attention back to her, "I thought that you detested dresses."
Sakura folded her arms across her chest, "I do," then paused, "But... this isn't a dress. It's a skirt. And it's not constricting and itchy like those awful things with all those layers of fluffy lacy material that make it nearly impossible to breathe..."
Neji glanced down into her upturned face and smirked down at her, his brow quirking at her in challenge, "So are you up to the task of showing me this human festivity."
The pinkette only smiled in response and grabbed his wrist and proceeded to lead him through the milling, laughing crowd. She seemed to find what she was looking for, and releasing her hold on him, she handed him a wooden goblet full of sanguine liquid. Sakura picked one up for herself and sipped at the contents.
The dragon cautiously tasted the contents and then asked surprised at the sweet tingling at the tip of his tongue, "This is good? What is it?"
"Elderberry wine," she replied before finishing her drink, "It is definitely delicious."
Sakura lead him through the stands, past the vendors who had set up shop for the evening. The young woman clapped her hands excited when she found the stand that was passing out pepper roasted corn on the cob. Neji raised a brow as his mate bit into the kernels in the most unlady-like manner, her eyes rolling back into her head in pleasure. Before he could even think to protest she shoved the half eaten cob in his face, "Taste it..."
"I'm a dragon I don't eat mmph," his protest was cut off when Sakura just shoved the corner into his mouth.
He bit down and realized that the roasted vegetables smoky flavor was pleasant. Sakura could tell by the look in his eyes that he liked it, and she left it in his hands, "Here..." and then picked up a fresh one for herself.
"Why are you giving me the half-eaten one?" his lip curled up over his fang in amusement at her antics.
She shrugged before taking a bite off of the fresh ear, "I dunno."
The dragon followed the excited small female to various stands. At first he protested against the things she attempted to feed him, but after having an apple half shoved against his teeth, he decided to remain silent and to taste whatever his mate presented him with to appease her. However, as he tasted the bounty of the Grasslands, he realized that starting a trade with them for some of their goods wouldn't be a half bad idea. The berry wines were of good quality, and he could see the elves enjoying the fresh produce.
Sakura surprised him when she took the wreath of clover off of the crown of her head and put it on his. He frowned at her silliness but before he could think about it too long, she entwined her fingers with his and kissed his lips with a playful peck before dragging him towards the largest bonfire and then clasping her hands behind her back, she peeked a shy glance at him, instantly making him curious, "Um... we've never gotten to dance properly... every time... the circumstances haven't allowed it... Would you like to now?"
A coffee-hued brow arched upwards. There was no stringed quartet, or fine music only the pounding of drums and the crackling fire. He glanced to the side, and he realized that the locals were dancing although he wouldn't go as far as to label the gyrations proper. Neji slowly dipped his head in assent.
Sakura was enthralled by the way the warm fire light danced over his handsome features and in the silvery depths of his eyes. The lines of strain and stress had smoothed away, making him look younger, and just a bit more carefree than she'd ever seen him. She felt irrationally happy with the fact that he was enjoying the time spent here with her in her homeland. She had worn this outfit, one of the few things that her mother had left behind that her father hadn't gotten rid of. She was surprised at how well it had fit her, and though she wasn't one to dress so feminine, she felt the situation warranted it. This was the first time since being with him that she was free to be herself, and not have to worry that someone might talk about the relationship between them. Here, amongst her kin, she didn't have to worry about rumors as Grasslanders didn't talk about their own to outsiders.
She smirked when Neji moved forward to take her into his arms, like one would to waltz. She put a hand on his chest and pushed him back gently before wagging a playful finger at him. His eyebrows drew together in puzzlement. The warrior woman felt him stiffen when she turned to the side and bumped the cradle of his crotch very gently with her hip. She had never danced with another before, at least like this. Sakura had to smother a laugh when he suddenly stood as straight as a board, his features going tight. He was such a prideful creature, she thought to herself amused, but then again, so was she, she mentally relented.
"Loosen up Neji," she teased him in a playful sultry voice, "your face might get stuck like that you know..."
He just stared down at her. Slowly Sakura rocked her hips to the rhythm of the drums, her skirt swishing with the movement. The prince had the sudden desire to press his lips to her navel. The pink haired female hid a smile when she seen where his eyes had gone. She placed her hands on his shoulders, drawing his attention to her face and then like a feline she rubbed up against him and placing her hands on his sides she drew him into her and moved his hips with hers.
"You protest like it's life or death to attend a ball. Yet, you indulge in such behaviors here," he glanced down at her, his eyelids shutting halfway as he turned his gaze down on her.
Sakura could sense the simmering jealousy and she replied by putting her arms around his neck saying softly, "This is the first time I've ever indulged in such a behavior as you so put it. And balls have no meaning other than to show off one's finery and rank, along with a nauseating display of posturing and hollow, flat words. Here we are celebrating the gift of the harvest under the blessing of the spirits of our ancestors."
"I fail to see how such behavior celebrates such a thing," Neji protested, growing a bit uncomfortable at her body pressed against his so openly with others around to observe. Although it seemed everyone else was too busy indulging in the same to pay them any mind.
"Oh," Sakura laughed up at him, a light, tinkling sound, "I believed you to be intelligent..."
He snarled at her, a low rumbling growl at the taunt.
"It's a celebration of life itself. Of love, new beginnings, sharing your bounty with others," she released him to gesture with a hand at the proceedings around her.
"You are being... sentimental," he responded dryly, "Interesting."
"It's not being sentimental," she huffed irritably, "I'm just stating facts."
Neji took note of her red stained cheeks and was somewhat relieved when she stopped rubbing her curves against him. He watched her eyes searched his a moment. The female reached up and grabbed his shirt front and she was up on her toes, and she planted her lips on his chin.
"Stop being so uptight," she released him and smirked up at him. Slowly spiraling her her hips , she started to dance again, except this time she didn't touch him, instead the pinkette just moved her body enticingly to the pounding rythmn of the drums.
"You will not behave in this manner at the castle, nor will you wear such a garment in Konoha," the prince crossed his arms and gifted her with one his stern gazes, his eyes following the undulating and the amazingly sexy movement of her firm stomach.
"I think we need to work on your jealousy issues," Sakura bumped her hip against his, laughing softly at the look on his face.
"I do not have issues," the prince bit out at the rambunctious female.
Tired of him not moving with her, she grabbed his hips and pushed him to sway with her. He growled but finally conceded and made a show of dancing with her. Sakura was satisfied that he was trying this time, although his movements were stiff and looked unnatural and gangly. She supposed it was a start, if all went well they would be back next season. After awhile she started to feel bad for him, and so she led him back over to the food stands. Reaching up she grabbed the slightly mashed wreath of clovers and put it back on her own head.
Sakura was amused when she felt his relief. This time she watched, following him as he wandered to sate his curiousity about certain stands. She grabbed another wooden goblet of the berry wine, enjoying the warmth stealing through her limbs as she sipped at it. Sakura leaned against a tree, opting to let him explore and discover things for himself after going back and forth for awhile. Staring into the contents of her cup, she looked up when she heard approaching footsteps.
"Hiroshi," she nodded in head in greeting, "Are you enjoying the festivities?"
The male shook his head at her ignoring her polite words, "I never would have thought it. You of all people. The woman who would never allow a man into her life, is all over someone who not only conquered her country but... also took her as a servant out of her homeland. Hell," he reached over and pull her hair aside, "he even marked you. Like... some sort of property..."
"If you recall I was the one who started the argument and agreed to the set terms. My fate was of my own making," Sakura waved a hand at him. She really wasn't in the mood to be listening to such sour words on a night of celebration, "And if not Konoha, then Suna would be currently occupying our lands."
"That's not the point," Hiroshi shook his head at her, the lines of agitation carving deep grooves in his young face.
"I have met the Emperor of Suna," she finished her wine and then sighed, "Konoha was at least honorable enough to declare war before attacking, whereas if you recall Suna was not. I am grateful that our surrender was to Konoha. The ruler of Suna is not in the least bit honorable and the Grasslands would have truly suffered more than hurt pride."
"Where has your prideas a Grasslander gone?" he ran a hand through his hair, "You bow and scrape at the feet of the dragons. I would not have believed that you would become so pathetic."
The wooden goblet fell from her fingers. Sakura lifted an angry chin at the chief's son before poking him in the chest with a hard finger, "I have fought for and not only kept my pride as a Grasslander, but also as a capable warrior in a land that believe females are only good for one thing. I have served the weight of the blood oath with all that I can," she pulled her sleeve aside slightly, "I nearly died for the effort."
She watched grimly as his face paled when he could clearly see the jagged scar on her skin. Unbeknownst to them, Neji had felt his mate's suddenly agitated state and had drifted back in her direction hidden by the shadows of the night. He clearly caught his mate's heated words and even from his position he could see the pink, jagged scar. His claws dug into his palms, as he fought down the desire to intervene. He knew however, that his mate would want to solve this issue alone.
Hiroshi turned his face away, "I waited for you. I had hoped that you would return..."
Her lips drew into a thin aggravated line, "So this is the heart of your words. Jealousy? I believe I had made myself more than clear in the past about my feelings. You should have moved on like I had said..."
"But... a dragon of all things," he gestured in her direction.
"I love whom I love," her sharp green eyes bore into his brown ones ignoring his gasp, "I would not change my fate, even if I had the ability to do so. Only you can come to accept the things that you struggle within yourself. Life continues to move and as always things come in full circle."
He merely nodded at her words and started to walk away lifting his hand, "Then... I can only wish you well."
"The spirit of the ancestors watch over you," she responded, watching his retreated back through thoughtful malachite orbs.
After the man was gone, the prince went to her and gently enfolded her into his arms, his nose nuzzling against her cheeks. She moved into his touch and said, "I knew you were near by the way. Eavesdropping... is not very polite."
"Do you wish to return back home?" he asked her softly.
Sakura tilted her head to the side surveying him, "Only if you wish to do so. I refuse to let his petty words ruin my evening. We still have a few hours until sunrise."
The dragon turned his head, his silvery orbs flicking over in the direction of the festivities. It was still going full throttle and didn't seem as if it would be stopping anytime soon. His nose twitched at the scent of the charred wood. He was beginning to get a headache due to his sensitive hearing, Slowly he dipped his head, "Let us see if we can retrieve the horses from the stable..."
Sakura only nodded and waited as he went and came back minutes later with the horses. The pinkette cursed under her breath for her unwise choice of clothing, and finally settled into riding sidesaddle style. They allowed the beasts to take their time back to the small home. Only the sound of crickets echoed in the backdrop of the night. She felt the whisper of the tall blades of grass against her bare skin and she shut her eyes for a moment.
"Did you mean what you said when you were speaking to that pathetic human male?" the prince finally asked.
Eyelashes fluttered slightly as she opened her eyes and glanced at Neji who rode ahead of her, "He's not a pathetic man..." she defended her kinsman, "And what are you talking about?" She was confused by his question.
"You said... that you would not change your fate... even if you had the chance," he replied so softly, she had to strain to hear it.
"When have I uttered words I believed to be false?" she directed a hard glare in his direction, "I admit I am not a woman of eloquence. It is not in me to spin fake pretty lies. It has been hard enough keeping up the pretense in Konoha. I know I was the one who came up with the idea... I find that I am not a good liar, however."
"I must admit, I am having the same difficulty. I do not care what others think. I agreed, because I believed that is what you wanted," Neji turned his head around, to glance back at her thoughtful features.
Sakura's face was solemn as she replied, "Your safety is of far more importance than any of my personal feelings. I said it to the king, and I'll say it now. Though I loathe to contemplate how things will change when the truth does come out and the transition of the role that I will have to take. I'm afraid I will never fit the mold of a woman with polished court manners. My hands will always be callused, and I will forever dislike wearing dresses. Nor will I ever give respect that has not been earned."
"I did not expect otherwise," the prince smiled even though she could not see it.
-o-
Another full day passed before they finally received word from the giants. Sakura was actually surprised that the reply came as quickly as it did so close to the festivities. Chief Bruknet would meet them at the border at dawn the next morning, at the mutually designated place where the Independent Tribes and Giant kin met whenever it was decided they needed to conduct business. The pinkette was not looking forward to speaking with the giants. They were a stubborn, prideful race and she already knew that it would somehow end up complicating matters more. Yet, it could be the piece that solved the puzzle.
Neji had gone to speak with Lord Shikamaru about political matters. She had requested to accompany him, but he would have none of it. So she went about making herself busy. She spent a good deal of the day tanning the hide from the wapiti. When she was done, she ran fingers over the now soft leather and she folded it up, and put it in the house. The day was still young so she retrieved her swords and went about working on her katas. She'd been lax the past couple days on her workouts. Itachi was going to be irritated with her when she returned if she'd lost any edge.
"Practicing alone kit?" a familiar masculine voice teased her.
"Kakashi-sensei! What are you doing here?" Sakura froze in shock, and turned to face a smirking artic fox demon.
"If you recall kit, you told me that I was welcome to come stay here if I was ever passing through," he smirked at her through his mask.
Sakura dipped her head, "Yes of course. Would you like to come inside? Are you hungry?"
He sighed and then responded coolly, shoving his hands into his pockets, "No. I came to speak with you personally kit. That was a nifty trick you pulled... running off..."
She had the grace to blush, "It was not the wisest course of action I admit... however I wanted to investigate things for myself."
"I had assumed as much. I am out here on business as well. I decided to stop by to see how you were doing. I see that the prince is no where to be found though," he replied arching a thoughtful brow down at her.
"He's is in a meeting with Lord Shikamaru. I guess even out of the castle, he can't escape politics," Sakura shrugged, and then glanced down, realizing she was still holding the hilts of her swords. She sheathed them and crossed her arms.
"Soon the responsibility on your shoulders will get heavier once Konoha knows about your mating officially. Are you ready for that?" Kakashi asked the young woman with a thoughtful look in his multi-hued orbs.
"Yes, I think it's time for change," she smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with humor.
"Oh? And what kind of changes do you think you will make?" the kitsune inquired, curious about what she was thinking.
"First thing... I will do something about those stupid meetings. They are a complete and utter waste of time," she replied immediately, "Don't get me wrong. It's good to hear what people have to say... but... listening to them argue for three hours is not conducive for anyone involved..."
Sakura was startled by the loud burst of laughter from the lanky male. She glared when he placed a hand on the top of her hair and rubbed it like she was a child. He finally said, "You do that kit. I'm certain the Uchiha will be grateful for your intervention..."
"Heh," the pinkette breathed in amusement.
"Well kit, good luck with whatever it is you're up to. I would spar with you but I need to get going," Kakashi told her with a wave.
"Wait," the young woman said before rushing into the house after he paused to look at her curiously. She quickly went into the kitchen and packed him some jerky and leftover rice balls from that morning's breakfast.
Outside she handed him the cloth package, "Here. At least take this with you in case you do get hungry," she turned to point at the black gelding, who was at the moment grazing freely, "If you need a mount. He is quick... although I don't have a saddle for him..."
"Thanks," he said taking Sakura's offering in clawed fingers gingerly, "I prefer to be on foot. See you later kit."
The pink haired warrior watched as the yokai blurred, in a black streak against the backdrop of the amber plains. She looked away before he disappeared from view, her thoughts turning inward. She wondered what sort of mission Kakashi was on, and whether it involved the prince or not. He had probably come to check up on them at the king's behest. Glancing up at the sky for a moment, Sakura decided to continue with her practice.
By the time Neji returned the sun was touching the horizon. He took one look at the female's sweat streaked features and shook his head, "You can't even allow yourself a break for more than a couple days..."
"Couple days? It's been more like a week... Itachi's going to be irked by my laziness. I still need to work and build up my strength in left arm," she smiled tiredly at him and then, "Anyhow... how did everything go?"
"Oh..." he tilted his head to the side, "Lord Shikamaru believes that opening up trade with the Grasslands is an excellent idea. Even after the war, your people have remained aloof. However now I can see why after having looked at the residents objectively. The culture of this land is tied very deeply with the roots of its people."
"The first time in the Grasslands you were looking at expanding your borders and did not pay mind to the people within," Sakura started softly, ignoring the piercing look he sent her way, "My people knew and understood this. Konoha won the war, but not necessarily their respect. They accepted your presence during the festival because we were together and you offered your assistance without them having to ask. My kin do not think much of arrogance. An act of humility goes much further than a display of power. My people believe that honor is of a precarious balance. Strength is important certainly, but it must be tempered..."
"Thus speaks a warrior of the Grasslands," he replied, his visage serious.
There was no mockery in his tone she realized, and a smile touched her lips, "All things take time. Trade may be a good start."
They went into the small house together, and Sakura retrieved the newly tanned leather and placed it in his arms, "Recognize this?"
He sent her a look of confusion, "What is it?"
"This is the leather of the wapiti stag you brought down. I cured it. Now you can have it made into clothing if you wish," Sakura replied.
The dragon looked down at the the bundle in his arms. The breadth of silence stretched between the pair for several moments. He then said, "I do not want to upset you... but you will stay behind in the morning."
"No," her reply was immediate.
Sakura felt the tattoo on her neck tingle and when he lifted his head his silvery eyes bore into stubborn green. His voice was terse when he finally spoke after getting a reign on his temper, "It was not an inquiry. I do not recall mentioning an option woman."
The pinkette shook her head and she allowed a hard edge to filter into her voice, "Now listen up lizard breath," her lips curled into a smirk when he began to glare down at her his lip furling over a fang, "I will not be left behind. Firstly I'm not upset, I half expected such a thing to come from your mouth eventually. I came here specifically for this reason. I will not allow you to leave me in the dark. I honestly believe that it's insulting considering that I have been committed to the task that should have fallen on the King's champion."
His chest rumbled and his inner beast stirred in discontent of her flagrant disobedience. He growled down at her, his eyes flashing with pique, "I am only considering what is best for you and your safety."
"You need to have more faith in me," Sakura turned her back on him, linking her arms together while finding a knothole to fixate her gaze on.
She stiffened slightly when he placed his hands on her shoulders after setting the leather aside, "It is not that I lack faith in you. You are my mate. It is my duty to assure your safety. This is something that goes beyond the bond itself. It is the nature of the beast in me..."
Her lip quivered. The sudden gentleness in his voice doing so much more to her than any tone of harshness ever could, "I suppose there are alot of things that will require us to get used to as time goes on. I admit, I still do not understand the ways of your kind very well."
He turned her around and kissed her lips drawing her fully against him and then he whispered, "I will relent on this matter since you feel so strongly. Even if I didn't I'm certain you'd find your way there, whether I liked it or not."
Sakura smirked at him, "You are a quick learner it seems..."
"And you, are stubborn," he deadpanned.
"Perhaps," she was smiling fully at him now, the tense lines in her body relaxing. Sakura looked towards the window, gazing out into the darkness, "I will feel better once this is over. I cannot shake the dread I feel that something horrible will happen if we are not cautious."
Neji studied the pinched lines around her eyes, and he could see the militant mask that she had worn constantly in Konoha beginning to slip back into place. He fully believed that a female should not ever have to worry about such matters but he knew that Sakura would never be content to stick her head in the sand. She earned her way in the world through blood, sweat, and tears. It was somewhat satisfying to have another person that stood beside him, with an unwavering loyalty. He was very fortunate that such a woman fell in love with him. He had no idea how he manged to achieve such a thing.
"Why don't you get cleaned up and relax? Tomorrow will be an early day, it is probable depending on the news we get that we will need to return home immediately," he suddenly said.
"Yes, oh I forgot to mention," she turned to face him, "Kakashi-sensei showed up this afternoon. He only spoke with me for a few minutes but it was obvious he was on some sort of mission."
"Hatake hmm?" Neji rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I suppose uncle is doing some investigation of his own. I guess it can't be helped that we're all a bit edgy."
"So it would seem," she replied softly before stepping foward to draw the curtains closed for the night.
-o-
The dew and the chill of the early morning seemed to eat directly through her black leather armor. It was still dark out and as disciplined as she was, Sakura wouldn't be too pressed to admit that she wanted to sleep a little more. She focused on the sensation of her scabbards grazing against her legs, and the gentle sway of the gelding beneath her. The warrior's eyes narrowed when she made out the shadows of people in the distance.
Neji spoke, "The tribe leaders are here... I didn't expect for them to come..."
"The giants can and will get violent if things don't go their way. Chief Jiro knows this and because they will be coming so close to the border, it is best that we show no weakness to them," Sakura replied to the unspoken question in his words.
"I see," the dragon returned thoughtfully.
Once they came upon the others who were waiting for them, the gathered chiefs greeted the dragon prince cordially. The humans and the one dragon had all arrived, and not one giant in sight. If anything the giants were punctual. As soon as the sun began to shine its light against the blackness, the ground began to rumble beneath them. Sakura rubbed an assuring hand against the neck of her horse, as he began to sidestep nervously, his ears turning in her direction. By the time the sun was touching the top of the treeline the giants made their appearance.
Sakura pulled up her reigns and moved herself beside the prince. Her face was completely blank as she regarded the king of the giants. He was the tallest amongst the kin that had come with he. The warrior would estimate that he was at least a good twenty feet tall. Stark bands of black and red paint slashed against the gray skin of his arms and slightly pouting belly, as he hadn't bothered with a tunic. Bone jewelry adorned his neck, a strings of skulls of probably those he had killed in battles long past. Long strips of bones pierced his ears and nose. Her green eyes spanned the ones with him as well. They were all similarly adorned and she realized that they were all chiefs.
When Chief Bruknet spoke, the loud echo caused the birds in the nearby pine to scatter, "We meet now... puny dragon prince. What words have you to speak to King of Giants?"
Neji's voice was cold and hard as he approached the giant, "I want to know why you sent some of your people to attack the children in my castle..."
Well they both certainly were blunt, Sakura thought wryly. She could feel the rising tension of the human chiefs, with the exception of Chief Jiro who watched the proceedings with his sharp, old eyes.
"They trash. We care not if they die. They were weak. We do favor for help against ogre tribe. Did they feast upon the blood of your children dragon before you kill them?" at this the surrounding giants cackled with mirth.
"No. They fell to the sword before they were able to do such a thing. But that is beside the point. Do you think that you can escape the wrath of the dragon kin with such actions?" the prince replied, his voice emotionless and cold.
"We not afraid of puny dragons," the Chief responded waving him away.
Sakura interrupted before things got out of hand feeling the growing rage of her mate, "King of the Giants! I want to know who is this man in a black cloak who offers great power?"
The warrior felt the piercing gaze of his yellow eyes at her interference, "You speak out of place woman!"
"It was my sword they fell to Giant! This dragon is my master. Your people attacked a Grasslander. Do you think to break treaty with the people of my lands?" Sakura's voice was frigid and brook no argument. She could hear the murmurs of the chiefs behind her, "You would be wise not to draw the anger of the Grasslands and the Dragons. If we fight as one, your lands will burn, and the blood of your kin will run on the fangs of dragons, and our swords! We will feed your flesh to the ogres...!"
"Pink devil woman," the King of the Giants turned to face her, "We not break blood contract with Grassland. I tell you, I know not the faces of those in black cloaks... I have not your answer."
Plural? Her mind immediately began to turn with the new information. She then bit out, "If you needed help against the ogres... Why did you not come to the Chiefs of the Grasslands..."
"We need not help of our human cousins," he waved his meaty palm dismissively in her direction.
"Oh but you still made a deal so you can have 'big power'!" she yelled irritably.
The Giant King turned his face away and looked down at the dragon once more, "But those in black cloaks wish to speak with you. Speak your anger with them."
At this, two figures in ebony cloaks, with cowls concealing their faces stepped out from beneath the pine canopy and around the heels of the giants. The one on the left spoke. A male voice, "Forgive us for our underhanded methods... dragon prince... but we needed to draw you out and speak with you..."
"I have nothing to say to those that would use children for such a reason," Neji replied icily, his entire body rigid, "And the blood of good soldiers were spilt..."
Sakura stiffened when she thought she glimpsed a scale forming on the epidermis of his cheek. She blinked and when she opened her eyes it was gone. She wondered absently if it had been a trick of the morning sun.
"A small sacrifice for the much bigger picture dragon," was the unemotional reply.
The pinkette dismounted and went to stand next to the prince. The two hood covered heads turned in her direction. She was certain she was being sized up. Sakura waited in silence, ready within a moment's notice to draw her swords, though her posture betrayed none of this. She stiffened when the second figure spoke, a haughty woman's voice, "Are you dragon's so weak that you plan on sending this little girl to fight Lord Lucied? He will stain the arena with her blood within seconds..."
Neji was about to open his mouth to reply but Sakura interrupted. Her features became hawkish and distant, "If you came out here just to insult us then we will leave you to deal with whatever problem it is on your own and take our chances. Do not waste our time with your petty mind games... If you are too ashamed to reveal yourselves... I also agree with my master. Your actions to gain audience dictate that you lack honor. There is never a reason to spill the blood of the innocent..."
Sakura heard the murmurs of agreement of the Grassland elders behind her.
The prince spoke up from beside her, "She is correct in what she says. We will not pander to your whims..."
The two cowled individuals looked at each other a moment, and after several seconds passed they nodded and slowly removed their hoods. It was no one that Sakura knew, a young yokai male and female. The male had spiky brown hair and eyes. The female had blonde hair, which she had sectioned off into four ponytails and dark jade eyes. Her mate's gesture of sucking his breath, immediately led her to believe that he knew them.
"It's been a long time," the blonde smirked at him.
"You do understand that I can take your actions as treachery and break that pathetic excuse of a peace treaty," Prince Neji crossed his arms, eyeing the two of them with distaste.
"You know them?" Sakura couldn't help but ask.
"Haruno, meet Prince Kankuro and Princess Temari, the Emperor of Suna's siblings," the prince gestured towards the pair.
"Pfft. You don't have to sound so peeved you know," Temari rolled her eyes at Neji.
"You've got two minutes to explain yourselves before I turn my back and go home to declare war against Suna," the male at Sakura's side was quickly losing what little patience he had left.
"Uh... if you hadn't noticed..." Prince Kankuro waved a hand with a glance sent back at the giants behind him, "We have brought allies with us to insure that you will pay attention.... urgh..."
Sakura moved quicker then any of them had expected, including her mate. A flash of pink and glinting blades. Before the two yokai could even think to react, the two of them had sword points against their throats, "Do not threaten my liege. You are fortunate I don't slit your throats right now... if one of you moves the other dies... you will do as my liege requests...."
The siblings paled when they realized the small human female was dead serious. Neither of them had known a human could move so quickly or react so mercilessly. They glanced over at the Grassland Chiefs and they could see the condemning looks in their eyes. The one, Kankuro swallowed and then said, "Perhaps you disagree with our methods. We can agree to disagree but we feel that what we have to say to will be beneficial to all the countries... Would you not like to know who was behind the assassination attempt?"
At this Kankuro gasped because the tip of the woman's sword pressed against his throat, drawing a small line of blood. He looked into her hard green eyes, and he realized that if they didn't get her off of them, one of them might end up with a blade through the throat.
"Haruno..." the prince spoke softly. Even though there was no command, Sakura understood the order. She may disagree with it but in front of these yokai she would have to act out the part of a personal servant. Straightening she removed her swords, making certain they glimpsed the threat in her eyes. They merely smirked at her as she backed away but her piercing gaze never leaving them.
"I will listen," Neji dipped his head. His mate's quick action had made him nervous. The giants were watching all of them curiously, their eyes were on his pink haired mate, and it made him want to bristle protectively, but he kept his face emotionless.
Kankuro began quickly, "We would like to request that you make certain that Lord Lucied dies in the arena during. Not to question your decisions but... should not a champion be the one to participate in such a challenge..."
"We were not given a choice," Neji responded coolly, "Lord Lucied and the Emperor both targeted my servant and under clear terms announced that they would not consider a peace treaty unless she participated..."
The siblings exchanged looks and their shoulders drooped. Temari interjected, "We were not aware of this issue... so I suppose we will have to explain it all..."
Neji was merely silent at this. His eyes were still hard and unrelenting on the two raccoon yokai.
Prince Kankuro explained, "Whether you believe us or not is important. It is only the result we care about however... this basically the gist of it... Lord Lucied is the one behind the attempt on your life. He is as I'm certain you know, a snake yokai... My brother was not aware of the attempt on your life until later. Lord Lucied even used his poison from his own fangs on the dagger the assassin was supposed to use..."
"It nearly killed me," Sakura murmured, "according to the doctor..."
At this mention their eyes widened and Temari said, "Do you think that's why?"
Kankuro nodded and then continued, "So this is the truth of it all. He must feel threatened by your presence in Konoha because it seems you have out maneuvered him... and so he cornered you into this arena battle to kill you in retaliation..."
"Is he not the champion of your brother?" Neji inquired thoughtfully.
"Yes... but only through treachery and trickery," Temari shook her head, "He means to kill your servant which as smart as you seem to be little girl, you probably have realized this on your own... the good news is... because you were poisoned and survived it, its affects should be diminished..."
"We believe that Lord Lucied is working to make a puppet out of my brother for King Orochimaru of the southern kingdoms..." Kankuro folded his arms and he continued, "My brother... was always an aloof individual but... over a slow period of time my brother seemed to gradually go mad. His temper would get out of proportion... and he would slaughter people mercilessly in court if they seemed to even look at him cross-eyed. He was not like this... I think King Orochimaru means to gain control of the other kingdoms through subterfuge... first Suna, then the Grasslands... we've even been investigating the sudden uprising of the ogres... which they are just attacking the giant's encampments randomly... it's... bizarre... honestly..."
Sakura felt the burden on her shoulders grow heavier. She interrupted, "And how is this Lord Lucied doing such a thing? How did he come into such power...?"
"He just showed up in court one day and challenged the previous champion for the position... and as law dictates, he had to accept the challenge to his honor. Lord Lucied... defeated him... but even when the yokai had fallen and conceded defeat... he... hacked him to pieces..." Temari took up the explanation again, her eyes narrowed on Sakura as she continued, "After he took the position my brother began to change. It was barely noticeable at first and when we did realize something was wrong, it was too late for us to intervene. Kankuro and I did an investigation secretly on Lord Lucied after his battle with the champion and thought nothing of it. We found out that he is originally from the southern kingdoms... at first we ignored him... but then we noticed the change in Gaara... and the suddenly ruthless decisions he was making... Our general resigned from active duty because he couldn't handle it anymore... Kankuro had to get him and his kin out of the kingdom because Gaara put out an order to eradicate him... and his entire family... that's where Zabuza came in... someone that Lord Lucied had 'introduced' to Gaara. It was also at Lord Lucied's behest that the Grasslands was marched on... and if you are the same human woman the soldiers spoke of who caused his failure at the border... then you crossed him twice..."
"And you just expect us to believe you?" Neji sneered at them.
Sakura lifted her hand to speak her piece, "I see. It all makes sense at least... I think it does... I can believe you on this matter. I do recall Lord Lucied's behavior being odd... he even mentioned that he wanted to taste my blood on his blade even though we'd never met before... and then of course... I did wonder about how all this tied together. I had a feeling that everything was linked... and his killing intent was unmistakable. You'd have to be an idiot not to notice it. You'd think a snake would be more subtle..."
"So now do you see why we are concerned about the outcome? It could be disastrous not only for Suna but for all the lands... if you are able to kill Lord Lucied... then his hold should break on the Emperor... and in turn, so should King Orochimaru's," Kankuro tilted his head as he studied the slender human.
"If this was such a pressing issue, then why did you not meet with my uncle under the veil of secrecy?" Neji asked, his eyes pinning the siblings beneath a glare.
"We have reason to believe that Lord Lucied or even King Orochimaru himself has spies positioned within your court. We could not take that chance. As it is, we have been sent here under the orders of my brother to the land of the giants... to gain their trust and await his orders... we are in fact trying to quell the outbreaks but it has been impossible... so we did what we could in order to speak with you," was the truthful response from Temari.
The pinkette lifted her head regally and then nodded, "I understand. I still disagree with the methods you chose but because this affects my liege and his kingdom... I will contemplate all that you have said this morning under the witness of my kinsman and the giants..."
They paused but then dipped their heads in acknoledgement, "That is all that we can ask I suppose considering the circumstances... We will meet again at the arena..." Kankuro nodded his head respectfully at the Konoha prince. They replaced their cowls over their heads and turned before heading back into the covers of the forest.
The giants looked at the gathered people before them, but said nothing before turning around and leaving them all standing watching their retreat back into their territory. Once the ground shaking faded Sakura turned her head to study the prince, whose fist was curled tightly, "It's bad enough... that you even have to participate in this twisted thing. I should just call the whole damn thing off and have my legion march in there and take care of the issue..."
Chief Jiro approached the two of them, "We will see if we cannot quell the problems with the giants and ogres. Do I have your permission to assemble troops to do this?"
The prince met the old human's watery gray eyes and slowly he dipped his head, "I will speak with Lord Shikamaru about this matter before we leave for Konoha. He is an excellent strategist. I suggest you utilize him if you wish to deal with this insurgence quickly."
"If those yokai were being honest, which in my gut I feel that they were mostly being so, then King Orochimaru has wronged my people," was all that the old man said tersely before hobbling away. The other chiefs nodded at the two of them politely before mounting back up on their horses and leaving the two of them standing there alone.
The pinkette said looking up at the prince, "Starting another war would not be wise. The people are tired of all this constant battle," her eyes narrowed, "I will personally deliver Lord Lucied's head to King Orochimaru myself to make a point if I have to... this has gone too far... Go speak with Lord Shikamaru... I will go back to the house and make certain we bring everything with us. I will wait for you at the border, where you caught up to me on the way over..."
He hesitated a moment, obviously not wanting to send her alone but then he agreed, "Alright. It will be a quick meeting. You should have not to wait long."
Sakura quickly made her way back to the house and packed their things. She ran hand over her father's chair absorbing the scent of his favorite pipe tobacco so embedded in the fabric after smoking on it in the evening for so many years. And then went to his room, and put the bow they had used for hunting back in its rightful with the quiver and remaining arrows, "Please watch over me father..." and then even softer, a breathy sound, "I miss you..." as the door clicked shut behind her. She wrote a quick note thanking the villagers for maintaining the home. Her face grew hard as she went outside. Sakura cursed her weakness as her throat seemed to constrict. Leaving this time was harder for her than the first time she had to do it.
The black gelding lifted his head from his grazing as she approached. She removed his bit and tossed it aside, but left the halter and lead rope she'd purchased in village yesterday, "I have a sable mare back in Konoha. I think you two will get along..."
His ears swiveled as he seemed to contemplate her. His neck craned and he nibbled at her sleeves. Laughing softly Sakura mounted him and headed for the border. She had a little more than a month to prepare herself for what could possibly be the biggest and most important battle of her life. It was a daunting train of thought. The prince was true to his word and met her in less then an hour. He arched a brow at her horse, "It seems that you have decided you rather like riding like a savage..."
She replied in a soft, sullen voice, "I suppose..."
The prince could see the pinched look about her face and he reached over and brushed her cheek with his fingers, "We will back..." The promise was gently spoken.
Her voice was tight when she finally replied, "I... know..." And then she handed him the sword she'd given him just a few days earlier, "It's best you be armed, just in case we do run into bandits..."
He watched as she led her horse into the canopy of the forest, her back ramrod straight. It was obvious she refused to look back. He trailed behind her awhile and this time though there was urgency in their pace, they did not push it like the time on the way over. Neji drew his mount up beside hers when the path allowed it, and as the days passed as they made their way home, her face grew more and more pinched and into the hawkish, strict visage she always maintained in the castle unless they were alone. He could sense her emotions through their bond and he began to feel guilty for even taking her back to Konoha. It was almost as if he had let her soar and taste freedom, then caught her, clipped her wings and stuffed her back into a cage.
Little was said between them and he knew it was because she was contemplating the past few previous days. They had stopped in one of the villages and when he went to trade her mount for a fresh mount she adamantly refused. He had to admit, he'd gotten attached to the black gelding. Although when they left the town, he'd almost bet half the coffers in the royal account the horse had looked back at him with triumph in his smart brown eyes.
When they were able to see Konoha's walls in the distance Sakura said, "I don't know why you've been feeling guilty but... do not... I know that my mood has been sour... but it has been about other things... and not necessarily because I had to return... I was sad about leaving... but I promise you I did not dwell on it long..."
"Hn," he responded.
Sakura tossed him a look and then her brows drew together, "Oh... I've been meaning to ask you. Did you have the half giant executed yet?"
"No... I held off until we had gotten the information from him. I actually had forgotten about him after you had ran off," he replied sourly at the memory.
Her lips thinned, "Would you be overly upset at me if I asked you to spare his life?"
"He committed crimes against my kingdom... I cannot just let him go," Neji responded immediately.
"I was not suggesting any such thing. It's obvious from the words spoken from the King of the Giants that he wasn't highly thought of and he and his brothers were used just for fodder, you lost two soldiers but he also lost his two siblings. I think that... maybe he should be released but under a bond of servitude to serve in the Grasslands. Enough blood has been spilt over this issue... the ones responsible for this mess are the ones who should pay," Sakura responded, her voice growing cold at the end her speech.
Neji seemed to mull over her words, "You have a point. I will see what I can do about it. I cannot promise you anything because it is in my uncle's hands. But I can speak with him on your behalf."
"Thank you," Sakura replied, knowing there was nothing more she could say.
When the city gates opened her eyes widened with surprise as a blond haired, blue eyed dragon and a couple Uchiha's were there waiting for them. Naruto waved and bounded forward, "Finally you guys got back! We had heard that someone spotted you two on your way home!"
"Hello Captain Uzumaki," Sakura greeted the energetic male with a smile.
Sasuke just nodded at the pinkette before turning his back and walking away. She met Itachi's cold eyes and she said, "Training grounds. Dawn?"
"Yes," she could see his eyes flicker at her abruptness but he accepted it and dipped his head, "Do not be late..."
"Oiy Sakura you just got back. You should take a break!" the blond inserted frowning up at her.
"You will come in the afternoon tomorrow to spar with me?" Sakura queried ignoring his words.
"Of course," He replied, and then waved before running off into the crowds of the populace.
"They didn't even..." Prince Neji's eyes narrowed, "bother to greet me..."
"Well maybe if you'd skip one of those worthless meetings and come down to the training grounds and spar with them a couple times..." Sakura half-heartedly teased the disgruntled male, a small wan smile forming on her lips.
"Hmph," the prince growled as they made their way back to the castle, "Once back inside the castle. I will need to seek out my uncle. I suppose we will have to continue with our plans... thankfully it will only be a little more than a month..."
May the spirits of the ancestors watch over us, Sakura half thought half prayed as her horses hooves clomped with finality against the cobblestone of the castle yard.
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A/N: Well there you have it everyone. This chapter comes to a close and a lot happened throughout. Thanks for reading. I look forward to your reviews as always.