For the first time, Sakura didn't shy away when Akuma pulled her into his arms. Instead, she accepted the embrace because it was the first time she was entirely sure his intentions were pure. The reason he held her so close under the covers was because he yearned for comfort. Without speaking, he seemed to have finally realized he was doomed to be returned to Purgatory while she would soon be dead. A strange sense of comradery overshadowed Sakura's usual bashfulness as she soothingly rubbed his back, under the odd, fleshy wings.

'Sometime in the near future, both of us will cease to exist in this realm. The three of us will be separated until the end of time.'

Sakura was sad. It was bittersweet to admit she wished the prince had been successful in finding an alternative method of removing Akuma.

She'd experienced terrible things since becoming his fiancee, yes, but she'd also experienced kindness and comfort beyond her wildest dreams. It was as though the woman was a child before meeting Sasuke Uchiha. Now, her eyes were open to reality, no matter how brutal. And she preferred this life to the poor excuse for one she'd led back home with the Harunos, pain, trauma, and all.

Inwardly, the woman was in the process of comprehending her impending doom. Before, she agreed to be a sacrifice because she had no will to live. Now, her reasons had changed. No longer would she die for her family's sake. Sakura would die as a show of loyalty and devotion to her fiance, to the man for whom she'd developed unwavering affection.

A tiny sound left her chest when Akuma suddenly pulled away. His red eyes weren't nearly as fiery as usual. He looked over her, hands coming to hold her waist. When he spoke, his voice was almost the same as Sasuke's since he'd given up trying to appear all-powerful, "That Haruno pig will be dead before us. I swear this to you."

The Haruno woman shook her head. She didn't want to think about Hihara now or ever again.

"If possible, I'll lay him at your feet, my flower."

Sakura's face warmed at his new, surprisingly sweet nickname for her, "I don't want that…."

He sighed, eyes drifting to her midsection, where his thumbs were gently brushing against her ribcage, "You may be able to heal from these scars, but I won't allow that rodent to escape with his life. You're much too passive."

"Akuma," she breathed, frowning when he met her gaze again, "Let's spend our remaining days enjoying life rather than focusing on the negative."

'He's spent his entire time on Earth scheming and planning, worrying if he'll be a prisoner stuck in Sasuke's body for eternity. Since I'm the one sending him to a place he obviously wishes to avoid, the least I can do is try to make the best of his last days.'

"What frivolities can I possibly enjoy while the moon is high when all the festivities will occur under the sun?"

"We can spend time together," she murmured, searching his face.

Akuma's mouth closed, as did his eyes before he took a calming breath and nodded once. His voice was less tense, "If it'll please you…."

So, the duo stayed up late. They talked about all kinds of things, mostly what-if scenarios pertaining to the alternate reality where they'd both survive this tragic situation.

By the time Sakura fell asleep, she felt as though she'd finally gotten a glimpse of the demon's true personality, and it wasn't nearly as murderous and scary as one would expect. Akuma wanted to understand humans. He wanted to experience love and happiness because all he'd known until now was pain and loss. The demon wanted the only thing he couldn't have, and Sakura's heart ached for him.

Sakura was awoken by Konan the next morning. She blinked slowly, rubbing her eyes, "...Akuma?"

"You won't see the prince until you meet at the altar this evening."

The woman tried not to pout. It'd been reassuring to spend time alone with both Sasuke and Akuma. Now that they weren't around, she was uneasy.

Ino arrived moments later. She did little to mask her distaste for the blue-haired maid and made an effort to ignore her presence as she assisted Sakura into the bathroom and began preparing a bath, "Today's the big day! I'll make sure you look flawless!"

As excited as Sakura was to marry such a kind and selfless man, she couldn't focus on anything other than the fear that she'd make a mistake at some point during the wedding. Luckily, Ino and Konan filled the silence with light bickering while they bathed, dried, and began preparing her for the big event. The poor Haruno woman was silent all the while. She was in a panic-induced daze, allowing the people coming and going from the room to do as they pleased to her, whether it be applying makeup, styling her hair, delivering the dress, or any of the hundred other things that needed to be done.

Time passed in a whirlwind, and then she found herself in an extravagant waiting room with her father as they awaited the cue to walk down the aisle. Only when the baron spoke did Sakura finally snap out of her half-aware state, "Considering the circumstances, you make for a passable bride."

"..."

She didn't know what to say. It was obvious her father felt as uncomfortable as her. It'd been years since they'd been alone together, after all.

"Remember what I told you about performing marital duties. The prince seems taken by you, for whatever reason, so you'll seduce him during the honeymoon and then you'll convince him to announce the accusations against your brother were falsely made."

A soft knock came at the door as the two stared at one another, the elder of the two with a firm glare and the younger with utter disbelief. A butler opened the door with a calm smile, "It is time."

Kizashi Haruno cleared his throat as though it'd clear the tension between them, faced his daughter, and carefully pulled her veil over her face, "Let us go, child." Sakura's hands shook as he pulled one of them into the crook of his elbow and guided her out of the room to stand at the massive, closed double doors of the chapel.

Right then, she should've been focused on the wedding, but she wasn't. No, she was appalled at having to be so close to her own father. The trembling didn't stop, but she did have to bite back a gasp when she came to a realization, 'After today, I'll be Sasuke's family. I'll be an Uchiha, not a Haruno.'

Taking a deep breath, the woman closed her eyes tightly and whispered where only the baron could hear, "I'll be your puppet no longer, Father. I'm free of the Harunos at last."

Kizashi's eyes widened angrily, and he opened his mouth to retort, only to clamp it closed when the doors slowly opened to reveal what could only be described as a wedding fit for gods and goddesses.

Elegant piano floated through the air as Sakura made her feet move on auto-pilot. Her eyes were wide, straight ahead, and not seeing much. The veil made everything blurry, not to mention the terrified tears welling in her eyes. Hundreds of people watched from either side of the wide aisle. She could feel their gazes burning into her skin. Her fingers tightened around her flawless bouquet of blue and white roses.

'Don't trip. Stand tall. Just keep walking. Please. Please. Please, don't embarrass the royal family in front of all these people!' The panicked thoughts in her head were as loud as bombs, only crescendoing with each step. It felt like they'd never reach the podium with how large the room was, how long the aisle was. Her entire body felt cold as ice, which didn't help with her case of shivers.

Then, like the chaotic calm after a destructive storm, a white-gloved hand appeared before her. Her vision came into focus to see Sasuke's familiar face, and it took her breath away. Kizashi bowed to the prince, then to the king and first prince who sat nearby before taking his seat in one of the frontward pews.

Sakura couldn't tear her eyes from her fiance's as he gently aided her up the steps to the podium, where an extremely old priest stood waiting in magnificent robes of white and silver. When they were stood in their designated place, the ceremony began.

The priest spoke loudly so that the entire chapel could hear, "Lords and Ladies, we've gathered here today to witness a royal marriage blessed by God. As the book says, we shall-" "Sakura." The woman blinked, not realizing she still hadn't looked away from her handsome fiance's face. His whisper is what did it.

He squeezed her shaking hands in his much larger ones, speaking quietly without moving his mouth much so those watching wouldn't suspect anything, "You're safe."

She nodded slowly, taking a calming breath and squeezing back, "I-I'm alright, now. I can do this."

Warmth met her cheeks, breaking through the ice, when he gently rubbed his thumbs over the backs of her hands, the corner of his lips tugging as though he wanted to smirk or smile, but he held it back. As gentlemanly and reserved as he was, it'd become increasingly obvious to Sakura that he was amused by her bashfulness every so often. She blinked in surprise when Sasuke suddenly released her hands to slowly lift the veil, allowing it to fall like soft snow down her back to rest on the train of her wedding gown.

'I didn't realize how far we are into the ceremony already!'

Sasuke's eyes were wide, surprise clear in their dark depths. For a long moment, neither dared to move. 'He looks perfect, like a prince in a fairytale.' Had he always been so handsome? Yes, he had, but it was still hard to look away from such beauty.

Murmurs began to fill the air from the wedding guests, making the Uchiha man clear his throat and blink. The priest repeated what she'd obviously missed, "Your vows, Your Highness."

"Yes, my vows," the prince confirmed. He cleared his throat again before turning his gaze back onto his bride, the tiniest hint of color meeting his cheeks. There was an unbearable moment of hesitation, obviously him being uncomfortable with such public displays, but he eventually sighed and began speaking, "Lady Sakura, I…."

She could only watch in awe as the man swallowed nervously before pulling her hands into his once more and closing his eyes, "I was a ghost. I'd hide away, content to be unseen and unheard if it were for the benefit of those around me."

Tears welled once more in Sakura's eyes as she watched the embarrassment fade from his features. Sasuke met her gaze warmly as though forgetting they weren't alone, "Then, you arrived. You refused to allow me to remain a spectre. You… This quiet, unfamiliar woman made me into a human."

If Sakura didn't know better, she could've sworn his eyes were becoming watery, but the man didn't cry. Instead, he finished his vows with his composure intact, "Of all the professions of affection I could make, I fear I can only manage to say thank you. The rest, I will offer without wordlessly and pray you'll understand."

Sasuke searched Sakura's gaze, his hands squeezing hers as he repeated more quietly, "Thank you."

The woman delicately wiped at a stray tear before reholding the prince's hand and taking a deep breath. 'They told me I'd have to write my own vows, and I did, but they seem far too professional compared to how I feel right now.'

She took the tiniest step closer to him, searching his face earnestly as the words came to her, and she, too, forgot they were being watched by hundreds of people, "You have given me comfort. You've given me care and compassion. You breathed a life into me that I didn't know was possible."

Sasuke's hands tightened around hers, and she sniffled, feeling another tear overflow. She didn't let it stop her and continued, "Never have I met a man with such a kind heart. I am proud of you." She shook her head, leaning into his touch when he gently reached up to wipe at her tears, "Sasuke, I…I cannot wait to see the amazing things you'll do in this life. If I am sure of two things, it is that I-I am in awe of you and that the world is a better place with you in it."

The room became silent before the priest chuckled, "I believe their words are proof enough of their devotion," he gestured to the couple, "Second Prince Sasuke Uchiha, you may now kiss your bride and welcome her into the royal family as First Princess Sakura Uchiha."

'The kiss! I forced myself not to think about it, but there's no more time!'

Sakura couldn't panic for more than a moment before warm lips were pressed to hers. Sasuke's hand cupped her cheek, the other slipping behind her so he could pull her closer and hold her still. Her hands landed against his chest as she stared wide-eyed at his relaxed face. His eyes were closed. In that moment, the woman let herself be selfish. She closed her eyes and melted into her husband's affection.

The crowd erupted with applause, but the new princess only broke out of her love-struck awe when Sasuke ended the kiss. He pulled away, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips as he searched her face. His voice was low and raspy with effort to remain composed, "We're married."

Sakura nodded, breathing heavier than normal with the overwhelming emotions and atmosphere, "I'm…. I'm your wife, Sasuke."

This time, the prince didn't hold back his smirk, "You are my wife."