I just wanted to thank Curlyhairrocks17 (by the way you ae right curly hair DO rock^^ and Sasuke is not going to be in the story until a few chapters and sorry but at first Sakura won't be happy to see him, I am sure you understand why XD! As for Naruto, well…I don't know yet ;)) and Emiliakyuchi for taking some time to review, thanks guy you rock hehe!
Disclaimer: Yeah yeah I don't own Naruto
She glared at the walls with all the hatred she could muster
"Like that will help me get out of here…" a heartbreaking sigh escaped her lips.
"I need to find a way out of here…but how can I when the transformation has weakened me so? And when the Devil deem me strong enough he won't hesitate to have his disgusting way with me, and I won't be able to fight back!"
The image that flashed through he rmind made her nauseous, but he had already taken her purity from her, the only thing apart from her love that she had saved for her beloved only.
"Izuna…" At the thought of her beloved, a treacherous tear slipped through her shining emeralds. He had been such a marvelous man and fiance, and she allowed herself to drown in her memories of a life that had been shattered.
Sweet, chivalrous, and handsome, she had first notice him at one of the numerous ball her Mother enjoyed throwing. He was one of the most sought after gentlemen and knights of the land, with his gentle manners and quiet charm. Contrary to what a majority of nobles (and her she ironically remembered), tended to think at the time, Izuna was not one to play with women, unlike most handsome knights.
But his good looks and heavenly features were not the reason why Sakura has been attracted to him. At first she HAD noticed him of course, but it was due to the amazing number of women who had been busy shamelessly throwing their body at him during the ball, trying to catch his attention. She had watched indifferentl but with a hint of disgust (for those creatures were of the same sex as she was, and it was quite infuriating to watch them digrade the female kind in such a way).
Sakura, in spite of her innocent and seemingly fragile appearance, was a firm believer that woman should fend for herself, and not watch as a man saved the day while the female would play the damsel in distress and wait for Prince Charming to come and end the dragon's life. She, to her Mother's great distress, had prefer to learn the art of swords rather than those of sewing and music. She would enjoy spending ("wasting!" her Mother had once said) her day gallivanting in the forest on her favorite horse, instead of staring at her reflection trying to make herself desirable for one of her suitors/possible husband to be. She was a true warrior, inside and out, and it has been the bane of herMother's existence, and the cause of their numerous disputes. Which is why Sakura had always been closer to her Father.
She had loved both her parents deeply, but it was imposible to deny that Sakura and her Father had been as close as they could be. King Hashirama had been loved by all, from peasants to knights, from nobles to merchants, there wasn't one person on the Land that would have wished to harm the man.
"Or so I naively thought" the pink haired captive said bitterly.
Fair and generous, the King has edicated his life to his people and Kingdom, making Alliances in order to avoid fighting wars which would break families, kill Fathers, sons and brothers. For him War had always been a plague, a disease which needed to be eradicated, in his mind a good King was not someone who imposed respect by creating fear, but someone who made sure his people were wanting for nothing, and did not have to be taken waya from their loved ones.
Sakura had admired her Father, more than anyone, he was her model, an example to follow, and she had promised herself that once she became Queen she would do her best to become a Fair Ruler just like him. He was the one who taught her how to fight with a sword, how to act in a political meeting, how to be someone the Kingdom would trust and look up to. He had always accepted her as she was and she had adored him even more for that, because she knew no other would do so.
It was also this belief that made her think she would probably remain alone for the rest of her life, because no man in this era would love her for what she was. To her they were all the same, her suitors, all trying to change her, blinded by her beauty and telling themselves that her boyish attiude could be tamed with time, and that once it was she would make a perfect submissive,obedient wife.
At that thought she scoffed, it was the basicall what Madara expected of her too, such arrogance!
Anyway, she had disappointed them all, because they, in spite of their charms and gifts, did not manage to sway her in any way. She had rejected so many of them that she had ended being called the "the Fury of the Land". She allowed herself to laugh through her tears, it had been so much fun to watch their face fall at her rebuttal.
She had always been bewildered at the number of pompous jerks who would still try even after one them had been thrown out of her door…
So Sakura's reputation had been quite impressive when it came to men, and there was not one in the Land who was not aware of that. They all saw her as a challenge, a price to be won over, and that's why she was not swayed by good looks in general. Because no matter how handsome and charming they seemed, to her it was just a cover to win her affection and make her a perfect, trophy Queen beraly allowed to speak when not asked to.
Izuna had appeared to the paragon of everything she despised, and she had been quick to dismiss him even as he had smiled at her amidst the crowd of rabbid women surrounding him.
Therefore she had coldly raised her perfectly shaped pink eyebrow at him, turned on her heels, and left, leaving him to dela with her cold rejection.
She had thought it was a clear message to leave her alone.
She had been wrong for once.
She had barely reached the balcony before he had reappeared right in front of her, his trademark gentle smile in place. He had asked her to dance but she, one again coldly dismissed him and went her own way…only to discover he was still following her.
"What's with him?" she had thought. "Doesn't he understand I am not one of those harlots down there, kissing his feet?"
And then he had taked to her, about everything and nothing, going on and on even if she did not answer, until he had to leave and even then he bid her a warm goodbye.
To say she had been flabbergastered would have been an understatement. But then she had told herself a night of talking alone like an idiot would have been as annoying to him as it had been to hr, so she did not count on seeing him anytime soon.
Once again she had been wrong.
He had come back the day after, this time claiming he wished to see her train, she had just scoffed and let him, aftreall it was his time he was wasting, and she had learnt that trying to make him leave did not work.
What she, in fact, did not know was that his calm and soothing presence, would become something she sought after, wanted to have beside her. She did not plan to fall in love with this insufferable man, who was not dettered by any of her cold rebuttal, or by her frigid attitude.
Their first kiss had been something she did not expect either, even if their daily training together had become a habit, and their attraction to eachother an underlying tension.
And when they had finally found the strenght to let go of eachother and he had told her, with a shy blush tainting his alabaster skin, that he had loved her for a long time, in fact, since he had first saw her training with her Father on a warm spring morning, she had thought him to be corny, and had told him so, but could not be any happier that she had finally found someone to love her for who she was, and considered her his equal.
He had asked her to marry him, adding he did not wish to talk to her Father until she had given him her answer. And she had jumped into his arms, crying in joy (she would later berate herself for it, as he teased her to no end, saying she "finally seemed to show hints of feminity", she had then proceded to chase him all other the Castle while they both laughed like children).
Her Parents had been euphoric, especially her Mother who had almost hugged her future son by marriage, in a moment of relief (Sakura had loudly snorted at that, saying her darling Mother seemed almost too happy about her wedding).
Her happiness was complete and her future seemed wonderful. She would marry Izuna, and together as equal, they would govern the Land, and keep it as prosperous as it has been always been under her Father's reign. Her Mother would finally stop nagging at her about marriage and grandchildren, too preoccupied with taking care of eventual grandsons, and grandaughters.
Every loose ends seemed to fall into place, and her unconvetional fairy tale seemed to have a happy ending.
And then, all Hell broke loose, and her dream shattered.