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Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 33

AN: Sorry that the update is a few days late. I was on a trip with my Mom!

Baron Haruno was uncharacteristically silent until the three Uchiha royals led him into Madara’s personal office and presented him with an urn filled with ashes. His face turned red. It was as though all the manners left his body because he barked, peering into the urn, “How can you be sure this is my son when this is all you have?” 

Itachi responded promptly, an air of professionalism intact, “I assure you that the palace mages were very thorough during the identification process. This is Hihara Haruno.” 

Sasuke accidentally shared a look with his uncle, whose eyes burnt with anger. It wasn’t easy to determine the cause of his ire. It was, however, simple to make the deduction that he didn’t wish to be on the receiving end of it. The second prince had never witnessed Madara’s ruthless personality firsthand, but the stories of him during the war when he and his father were in their early twenties were the thing of legend. It was said that the current king killed nearly a thousand people in a single day, all without using magic. The amount of energy, ability, and anger needed to commit such a feat would be immense. 

“Was it not the same crackpot mages who’ve also spent months unsuccessfully searching for the boy?” Baron Haruno bit. 

Madara’s glare hardened, his aura darkening, “Don’t misinterpret this formality as an act of forgiveness for the terrors with which your son plagued Konoha’s only princess. As far as the royal family is concerned, this world is a far better place with that poor excuse for a human dead.” 

Sasuke couldn’t help but add, poison coating his words as he leered at his father-in-law, “Be grateful you’re receiving this much. If it’d been me to discover him alive, nothing would remain but memories.”

It was as though the prince’s lack of faux-kindness reminded the Haruno man of their last meeting and he became awkward while still visibly irritated. He said nothing more about the remains. 

Clearly, the Uchiha men believed their business to be finished, but Kizashi hesitated before sighing defeatedly, “I must admit I haven’t traveled here just to collect my son’s remains.” He avoided Sasuke’s gaze. Instead, he tried to hold Itachi’s, likely since he was the sole member of the royal family who hadn’t shown his distaste openly. “Will you please have your mages inspect my youngest daughter?” 

Everyone stared at him in disbelief. The Baron quickly continued, sensing his plight was unlikely to be thoroughly investigated, “Since shortly after Sakura’s departure, she’s become unrecognizable. She’s always been a kind-hearted girl, but she suddenly became cold and intelligent beyond her years. I’m concerned something is very wrong.” 

‘It’s likely the one humane being in her life disappearing made her realize what a terrible family to which she’s been born,’ Sasuke thought and badly wanted to say. 

Instead, the king bit, “Who are you to ask a favor of us?” 

“Your Highness, please-” “I’ll allow your family to spend the night since it’s already afternoon, but that is the extent of my hospitality. You’re to leave the palace after breakfast tomorrow.” Even Sasuke was intimidated by Madara’s firm tone. 

With no room to argue, the unwelcome guest excused himself from the office. Itachi shared a look with his younger brother, a clear warning not to press the subject, but the prince couldn’t help it. He knew how much the youngest Haruno daughter meant to his wife. Even if the rest of her family was despicable, the girl had personally done nothing wrong. So, he cautiously said, “Uncle, we should at least have the girl inspected by the palace physicians.” 

The king’s gaze remained cold as he stared down his nephew. He took a moment to ponder before shaking his head, “I forbid it. The Haruno family has received more than enough lenience from us. If I treat someone who has disrespected the crown so kindly, our kingdom’s enemies and supporters alike will view the Uchiha name as spineless.” 

Itachi’s teeth gritted. He obviously wanted to say something but didn’t. Sasuke should’ve taken his lead, but he also didn’t. “The princess holds the girl very dear. Please reconsider.” 

“I’ve made my decision, Nephew. I suggest you accept it,” The king’s voice raised. 

The prince opened his mouth to argue, only for Itachi to interrupt, “Brother, I need to speak with Uncle alone. Can you excuse us?” 

Sasuke begrudgingly left, knowing full well that his brother just didn’t want him to butt heads with the king. When he turns the corner down the hall, headed toward the garden where his wife was likely entertaining her sisters, Kizashi Haruno is waiting. His eyes lit up when they landed on the prince, and he fell into step at his side when Sasuke walked right past with the intent to ignore him. 

“Surely you’ll help me, Son-In-Law! Think of how upset Sakura will be if something happens to her beloved sister!” 

Sasuke froze, the man following suit, before facing him with murderous intent boiling his blood. “How casually you speak to me after I explicitly said I’d kill you if you stood in my presence again.” 

Baron Haruno barely looked affected, standing tall and proud while dropping the doting father-in-law act. “Does Sakura know her husband is someone who’d kill a father simply trying to find help for his daughter?”

The prince couldn’t hold back anymore. He hit the man with all his might. Kizashi stumbled, lifting a hand to his bleeding lip and glaring at the prince, who bent forward slightly to hiss, “Sakura is also your daughter! Where was this protective nature when she was being neglected and mistreated within the walls of your own estate?” In the end, that was the biggest issue Sasuke had with the man: that he’d been a bystander and likely even directly responsible for his wife’s tragic upbringing and lack of self-value. 

“That filth is no child of mine!” As soon as the disgusted words left his mouth, the baron closed his lips with an expression that said he was trying to hide the fact that he hadn’t meant to say that. 

‘Does he mean he doesn’t consider her part of his family? That much is obvious, so why would he feel the need to say it? Unless…..’ Sasuke’s glare darkened, “If you’re not her father, then who is?” 

Finally, Kizashi’s face showed unease, fear even. He straightened his spine and gave a poor attempt at covering up his mishap, “I am her father, biologically. I simply meant that, since my late-wife didn’t birth her, she’s not recognized as an official part of my family.” 

How easily it was to determine his words as false was surprising, considering how cunning and collected he’d always been. Sasuke was suspicious of his swift demeanor adjustment and shoved the older man against the wall, “Tell the truth, or I’ll make good on my promise to end your life here and now.” 

Just as quickly as Baron Haruno had become scared did he seem smug once more. His lips curled into a grin, “Any affection you have for her will cease when you find out. Are you certain you wish to know?” The prince was understandably confused but didn’t back down. If it was about Sakura, he had to know. It could be something life-threatening or maybe it could explain some of the unknowns about her, like the strange healing power she possessed. 

“While it’s true her mother was a performer, the man who sired that thing is the same one who gave you the mark on your shoulder, My Lord.” He said the title with disrespect clearly in his tone.

It was as though the world came to a standstill. Sasuke’s heart seemed to stop before starting again at double the pace to make up for lost time. He stepped back, away from the baron, “...The wizard Orochimaru?” 

“Her mother, unbeknownst to me, was already with child upon coming into my possession. It wasn’t until she gave birth that I realized I wasn’t the father,” Kizashi explained, appearing both unhappy with the facts and gleeful that the prince was so obviously disturbed by the news. “To answer the question you’re bound to ask, why I bothered raising a bastard child, her mother claimed to curse my entire family if I didn’t.” Then, his satisfaction faltered, his eyes falling into a glare, “It was shortly after my youngest’s birth that I tested the witch’s promise. I attempted to drown Sakura, which led to my wife’s death.” 

Sasuke could barely wrap his head around all the new information. ‘Does that mean both of her parents had magical abilities? Depending on when Hana was born, Orochimaru could’ve been nearby, or he could’ve been captured by my family already.’ He wasn’t sure of the youngest Haruno daughter’s age, just that she was younger than sixteen since she’d yet to have a debut into society. 

“So, no, I care not for whether that devil-woman lives or dies. I do care for my actual children, so I’m begging for your help despite my pride.” 

The prince couldn’t figure out what to say or how to speak even if he did somehow manage to form a coherent thought. Instead, he turned and left the pathetic man in the hallway. His pace was quicker than before as he searched for his wife. 

He spotted her sitting on a bench in the garden next to her youngest sister. Her body was angled toward the girl, so he couldn’t see her face. As he approached, his steps faltered when a familiar burning met the scar on his shoulder. His hand clapped over the area as he froze. ‘It hasn’t done this since I gained control over The Curse. Is he trying to take over with sheer force?’ Clearly, the demon wanted to arise, but Sasuke gritted his teeth and refused. To be honest, since obtaining control over his body, he wasn’t sure how much easier or difficult it might be to regain it if he should let Akuma feel the sun. 

“Hello, Prince Sasuke,” a dull voice broke his train of thought and he looked up to see the two women looking his way. Hana had been the one to speak, but he could only look at his wife’s face. 

It was evident something was wrong by her pale skin and panicked expression. The thought of somehow bringing up the topic of her biological parents fell away as he approached her side. Instinctually, he held out a hand for her to hold, and she did, albeit softly and while lowering her gaze. 

‘Whatever it is, she doesn’t want to acknowledge it now.’ 

His eyes looked over her to confirm she had no new injuries before noticing someone was missing, “Where is the other girl?” The one that tried to weasel her way between them. 

“Haruka is across the garden. She and Sakura do not get along, so she angrily stepped away.” Hana answered, her tone just as emotionless as before. Sakura nodded slightly, squeezing his hand. 

Taking the hint, Sasuke knelt, “If you’ll excuse us, I believe the princess has become exhausted.” This time, the pink-haired woman didn’t protest when he picked her up and carried her back into the castle and upstairs toward the room they’d shared last night. That alone was enough to convince him her mood was low. 

As soon as the door was closed behind them, he opened his mouth to tell her what he’d learned of her lineage, only for her to cut him off. Her hand held a fist of his shirt as she tearfully said, “That’s not my sister down there! I don’t know who or what it is, but it’s not her!” 

It took a moment for the man to comprehend her words. He sat her down on the edge of the bed. She must’ve taken his silence as doubt because she shook her head, “I know I sound crazy, but I’m telling the truth, Sasuke.” 

“I believe you,” he quickly responded. And he did. “Baron Haruno offered concerns regarding her, as well. He asked my uncle to have the mages look over her.” 

Relief met Sakura’s face, “Oh, thank goodness. Surely they’ll be able to figure out what’s happening.” 

The man nodded but didn’t know why he didn’t tell her the truth, that the king had forbidden investigation of the matter. He also couldn’t bring himself to tell her that everything she knew about herself was a lie. 

As he wordlessly smoothed out her hair and kissed the top of her head so she couldn’t see the unease upon his face, his eyes closed. Until he’d solved all the mysteries surrounding the Haruno family and her birth, he’d let her focus on healing and the child growing in her stomach. 

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Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 32

Gasping for air, Sakura arched her neck so her husband could reach it more easily. He kissed the sensitive area slowly, whispering to not startle her, “Are you in any pain?” 

She ran her hands up and down his bare back. His warmth had become one of her greatest comforts. “I’m alright.” They’d just made love for the first time since being reunited and it was as wonderful as she recalled. Of course it felt great, but it was the intimacy that Sakura adored more than anything, the closeness. 

Sasuke’s torso pressed against hers as he came up to kiss her on the lips, brushing her hair from her face. Her heart fluttered in her chest. The affectionate way he’d been treating her since she’d been rescued was overwhelming at times, but she understood it was her husband’s way of communicating his emotions. Rather than attempt to verbally explain, he was showing her with his actions. She appreciated those efforts. 

A tiny sound left Sakura’s chest as she felt the prince’s sex become hard again. He parted their kiss, “Apologies.” 

She shook her head, blushing while looking upon the sultry appearance of the gorgeous man as he looked over her with lustful eyes, “You’re being too considerate. I don’t mind.”

So, having received permission, the man slid into her once more. Her breath hitched as he adjusted their position, carefully so as to not harm her. Sasuke sat back on his knees and slid a pillow beneath his wife’s lower body before pressing her legs further apart. Dark, deep eyes looked over Sakura as he moved at a controlled tempo. 

‘Is he wanting to go slower this time?’ 

Each time he thrusted fully inside, he’d pause there until the princess couldn’t bear it anymore and would begin to tremble. Rather than come off as torturous or as though he was teasing her, it felt like he was curious and wanted to study her body, so she endured. The sweat they’d worked up slowly cooled. This method, too, was pleasurable, but in a different way. 

Sakura might’ve just been exhausted or delusional, but it seemed as though Sasuke’s touch was warmer than before. She still couldn’t help but feel self-conscious under his studious gaze. He’d gently reprimanded her when she tried to cover up earlier, though, so she didn’t hide. No, she took in her husband’s appearance just like he was hers. The masculinity all but bled from his body as he made love to her. Softly-defined muscles flexed attractively beneath his pale skin. His beautiful face was tense with focus, though his eyes were warm and attentive. 

Sakura tightened around him, a wave of arousal bringing her closer to another climax. The smallest hint of a groan rumbled the prince’s chest as his tempo stuttered before he continued, muttering Sakura’s name where even she could barely hear. Then, he came down on top of her, sliding his arms around her while turning them onto their sides, facing one another. His gaze followed his own hand as it ran down his wife’s side until it met her leg, where he held beneath her knee and bent it before sliding back inside. Then, his eyes locked onto hers once more. 

This was a new position for them both, but Sakura quite liked how close they were and how they could look one another in the eye. She also liked that Sasuke was within reach. She gently cupped his jaw and kissed him once, twice, three times. 

A content sound left the prince, which caused her to pull back and look at his face. Tears welled in Sakura’s eyes as she recognized adoration in his gaze. Even someone as inexperienced as her could tell he was happy. A tiny giggle escaped her. Knowing the man who’d suffered almost all his life was healing, slowly but surely, made her giddy. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer so their bodies couldn’t possibly have more points of contact. 

Her head tucked under his chin as his hand ran up her leg to cup her bottom and hold her more firmly as the pace quickened. The tightness within Sakura’s body coiled and thrashed as she listened to the handsome man’s fast pulse and felt him twitch and grow inside her. Soon, both were finished.

The couple laid side-by-side and listened to the owls calling in the winter night outside the castle. Though Sakura’s healing wounds were still a bit uncomfortable, she couldn’t help but wish every night could be like this one with just her and Sasuke and no drama. 

She flinched in surprise when the prince suddenly spoke, breaking the quiet atmosphere, “Can you feel anything yet?” 

Sakura turned her head to see the man had turned onto his side and was looking over her appearance with his usual guarded expression. She shook her head, “Sorry, no.” Obviously, he was referring to her pregnancy. 

Hesitantly, Sasuke met her gaze for a brief second before running a large hand down her torso to rest atop her stomach, “You’ve done nothing wrong.” 

Not for the first time since discovering she was with child, the princess’s anxiety reared its ugly head. She shyly placed a hand on his forearm and averted her gaze down to his hand, “I…. I’m scared.” The prince said nothing, so she met his eye and realized he was patiently waiting for her to continue. She did, feeling unsure, “I’ve not been educated on the matters of being a mother. What if I accidentally cause harm or trauma?” 

Sasuke still said nothing. He seemed unable to figure out what to say to comfort her. Sakura wiped at her tears as they finally overflowed, “I-I want my baby to have a happy life. I don’t want them to grow up to resent me.” 

A pause took over the room, the woman’s sniffles being the only sound. “...Our baby, not just yours,” Sasuke finally said. 

She frowned, “Huh?” 

The prince was looking at her stomach again, and it seemed to help that he wasn’t meeting her eye. His voice was awkward and quiet, “I also never imagined myself becoming a father.” For a moment, Sakura worried he was having second thoughts about the situation, but then he continued, “But we will learn together. I’m told there are instincts that arise when one becomes a parent. We can research, as well. There is plenty of time before the baby arrives.” 

Stunned by his supportive words, Sakura’s hand slid down her husband’s arm until it laid atop his on her stomach. His dark eyes met hers in mild surprise. She smiled through tears, “That you would do something like that….” Her brow furrowed as her emotions became overwhelming, and her voice cracked as she barely managed to explain her thoughts, “I love you.” The hand beneath hers slid to her hip and gently pulled her into the prince’s embrace. He pressed his lips into her hair. 

It didn’t matter that he didn’t verbally say the words back. Sakura knew how he felt about her. That was enough.

Come morning, Sakura was startled awake by King Madara bursting into the room, “Here you are! You’ve had everyone worried, you two!” 

Sakura sat up, saw the boisterous man standing there with two guards, realized she and Sasuke were still naked from last night’s activities, and squeaked while holding the covers more firmly against her chest. 

Sasuke wrapped an arm around her front, a dark glare on his face as he shielded her from view, “What is the meaning of this, Uncle? There is a lady undressed!” Sakura turned into her husband’s chest, completely humiliated to be caught in such a state. 

Madara laughed heartily, “How was I to know you’d sneak off to do such promiscuous things? You cannot blame me for worrying, given our dear princess’s health!” 

Since the woman in question could hear her husband's heart pumping quickly with rage, she whispered where only he could hear, “Please just ask them to leave. I don’t want to cause any more trouble.” 

Sasuke glanced at her before gritting his teeth, sighing, and turning his glare back onto his uncle, “You’ve located us, so you know we’re alright. Please allow us some privacy so we can get dressed.” 

‘He’s handsome even when he’s angry,’ Sakura couldn’t help but think as she watched the man struggle to keep his behavior princely and polite. 

“Of course. The Haruno family has just arrived. They’ll join us for breakfast. I’ll see you downstairs,” The king remarked before excusing himself, the two knights following closely. 

Once they’re alone again, Sakura looked up to see her husband was still leering at the door. Her chest filled with affectionate warmth as she gently reached up to turn his face her way, kissing him softly on the cheek as a silent thanks for protecting her from being seen indecently. His dark eyes soften as he leans into her palm.

The couple silently freshened up and got dressed. Since her feet were still injured, the princess received a lot of assistance from Sasuke. When it was time to go downstairs for breakfast with the king and her family, Sakura yelped in surprise when she was suddenly picked up. She clutched her husband’s shirt like she had last night, feeling just as embarrassed as then, “You don’t have to carry me. What will everyone think?” 

Unlike yesterday, Sasuke had returned to his quieter state and offered no verbal response. Instead, he gave a short, incredulous look before exiting the room and heading down the extravagant staircase toward the dining hall. Though she wasn’t entirely comfortable being carried, still, when the soft sound of conversation met her ears as they neared their destination, her anxiety focused on the fact that this would be the first time seeing her father since Sasuke threatened him after the wedding.

She gave the prince a pleading look, which he either ignored or pretended not to notice, ‘He said he’d kill Father if he ever saw him again. I hope he doesn’t act on that promise. Things are already so tense.’ Honestly, she knew it was the baron she needed to worry about more. Sasuke wouldn’t act unless provoked, especially within the walls of the royal palace.

The sound of everyone calmly talking silenced the moment they entered the dining hall. The princess awkwardly avoided everyone’s gaze while she was carried to her seat and helped into it. Sasuke sat beside her afterward. The room remained quiet as the kitchen staff served the new arrivals. 

Once they were settled with food and drinks before them, the king broke the ice, “What a relief, Princess. The color has finally returned to your beautiful face.” 

Blushing uncomfortably, Sakura bowed her head, “Thank you for seeing to my treatment, Your Majesty.” By accident, she glanced over to lock gazes with her sister, Haruka, who offered the fakest of smiles that failed to meet her sparkling blue eyes. 

“What did I tell you about being too formal? Call me “Uncle”! You’ll make me sad if you refuse.” 

Automatically, the woman nodded, forcefully tearing her gaze from her sister and down to her plate, “Right, Uncle. I apologize. It seems I’m still recovering.” 

Madara chuckled. His grin was wide and proud so that it was impossible to tell if he was oblivious of the tension in the room or if he was choosing to ignore it because it was his right as King to say and do whatever he pleased. 

Itachi, thankfully, changed the subject, “It’s an honor to finally meet you, Lady Haruno. It’s a shame it’s during such terrible circumstances.” 

“The pleasure is mine, My Lord.” 

Sakura’s mind went completely blank as a much-missed voice met her ears. She froze before slowly turning her neck to see Hana, her youngest sibling, sitting at their father’s side. Tears welled as happiness flowed through her. It felt as though it’d been more than a year since they last met. As the only person who’d shown her any kindness before she was sent off to marry Sasuke, Hana’s presence had been greatly yearned for. Already, Sakura could see subtle differences in her sister’s appearance. Her once chin-length hair was now at her shoulders. She seemed slightly taller, too. Not only that, but the once child-like innocence that softened Hana’s features had faded to the point of nearly disappearing. Sakura couldn’t help but feel guilty for not being there to witness this growth. The girl had turned into a young woman in a matter of months, all without her big sister there to support her from the sidelines. 

Seeing as it would be inappropriate to have a personal conversation with Hana at the dining table, Sakura kept her excitement masked and focused on eating. She’d approach her after the meal, when they could talk without the entire room eavesdropping. 

Sasuke wordlessly handed his wife an additional piece of toast with jam, who accepted with a short glance. The others in the room resumed their polite conversation, while the couple ate in silence. 

Sakura chewed happily, lost in thought, ‘I wonder what books Hana has read while we’ve been apart. I can’t wait to ask her. Perhaps we’ve read a few of the same and can discuss them like we always used to.’ 

After the meal, the king, Baron Haruno, Itachi, and Sasuke excused themselves to Madara’s office to discuss Hihara’s remains amongst other things. Before parting with Sakura, the second prince gave her a look that said not to stray from where the knights and guards could see. While her feet were still injured, she was able to walk short distances without reopening the wounds, so Sakura and her two sisters wandered wordlessly out to the garden, where they sat on the bench across from the blue rose bushes. 

That was when Haruka seemed to lose her patience. She bit with poison dripping from her words, “It’s your fault that Hihara’s dead. You should be in his place.” 

Unlike when they lived together while growing up, Sakura knew she didn’t have to be subservient to this girl, so she responded with how she truly felt rather than some generic words, “Perhaps I should be dead, but our brother did something terrible. If he wasn’t killed while hiding from the palace authorities, he would’ve been executed.” 

Haruka suddenly stood, standing before the pinkette with hate clear on her pretty features. She raised a hand as though to slap Sakura, only to freeze when the princess didn’t flinch. No, Sakura narrowed her eyes and lowered her voice, too exhausted from all that’d happened to be concerned with her bratty sister’s feelings, “If you lay a finger on me, I guarantee the guards will punish you.” 

“You….” the middle Haruno sister growled, looking around to see a few pairs of guards stationed at various places of the garden, all with eyes locked onto the three women. 

“I’m the only princess of Konoha, whether I deserve the title or not. I urge you to reconsider how you act, Little Sister,” Sakura said, guiltily satisfied to see the horror of realization on Haruka’s face. The young woman looked between her and the guards before huffing and stalking away, grumbling under her breath about how unfair her life had become. 

That left Sakura and Hana alone. 

The princess angled her body toward the fifteen-year-old and smiled fondly, “How have you been? I sent letters. Did you receive them?” 

Hana’s usually glittering blue eyes seemed almost dull as they looked over. For some reason, her demeanor seemed foreign to her sister. “No. I did not.” 

When she didn’t offer any other response, Sakura awkwardly tried to change the subject, happy to simply be able to spend time with her favorite sibling, “Oh, well, that’s alright. We’re together now, right?” 

Hana nodded once, still studying Sakura with a nearly blank stare. 

“You, ah….” The pink-haired woman tried again, “I’m sorry for missing your birthday. You’ve grown so much in so little time.” There was a pause, but Hana still didn’t verbally respond. “Your social debut will be next year. Are you nervous at all? How are your lessons going?” 

“Stop.” Finally, the youngest Haruno spoke. Sakura’s mouth clamped shut in shock. Never in her life had the girl spoken to her, or anyone, like that. “Are you really Sakura?” 

Tearing up and feeling a little betrayed, the princess nodded, “...Are you really Hana? You’re acting so differently than before.” 

Again, a long pause occurred. Then, the younger girl tilted her head as though curious, “What would you say if I told you that this is Hana’s body, but I’m not your little sister?” 

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Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 31

“I’m relieved she has an appetite this time,” Madara said once all three Uchiha men were sure Sakura was asleep. 

Sasuke studied his sleeping wife’s face, oblivious that they’d given up talking about the kidnapping. The subject had turned onto her. 

“The doctors…. Did they say whether or not she was assaulted?” 

The prince’s eyes darted up to his brother’s, narrowing, “She didn’t consent to being inspected, but denies it.” 

The king hissed in a quieter voice because he truly didn’t want her to overhear his next words, “She hid the truth last time. Can we trust she isn’t doing so again?” 

Both Uchiha brothers shot annoyed looks at him, the eldest speaking up first, “They are married now, Uncle. I’m sure you can recognize the difference in their relationship.” 

Sasuke’s gaze turned onto his wife again, mulling over Itachi’s words. ‘It really has changed since the wedding. I can’t possibly mask my feelings for her in front of others, whereas before it was relatively easy to remain stiff.’ 

His princess was stronger than anyone he’d ever known. She’d had a terrible upbringing and experienced horrifying traumas since meeting him, too. Not only did she survive being the prisoner of notoriously bloodthirsty mercenaries, but she informed him last night that she’d done so while pregnant. The prince was determined to spend the rest of his life thanking her for enduring such hardships. He didn’t want her to so much as pull a muscle or stub her toe for the remainder of her pregnancy. 

Madara and Itachi shared a look before lowering their voices further, the king speaking first, “There is something else we must tell you.” The prince turned his gaze back onto them, disliking the tension they suddenly exuded. “Remains were discovered not far from a hideout the knights discovered East of the kingdom.” 

Sasuke’s eyes danced between the two before locking firmly on Itachi, who nodded uneasily, “They belong to Hihara Haruno.” A strange mixture of relief and fury boiled the pit of his stomach. He was glad that monster had perished, but he was angry he wasn’t the one to deal the final blow. “That’s not all,” Itachi continued, his frown deepening, “His cause of death was strange. It’s evident magic was involved, but the user left no trace, so we have no way of identifying his murderer.” 

The prince wasn’t sure what to say. His teeth gritted as he once again looked at his wife. She seemed so peaceful compared to the wildfire blazing in his thoughts. ‘How will she react when she finds out?’ 

“I should inform you, certain laws bind even us, so I’ve sent word to the Haruno family to come claim the remains. They will arrive in two days,” Madara said. 

“We’ll leave the palace tomorrow, then.” Sasuke didn’t need to think about a response to that piece of information. He didn’t want that wicked family anywhere near his wife. Now was time for her to heal and know peace, not have old wounds reopened. 

Itachi asked, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to stay until Lady Sakura is able to walk? Moving her in that condition will cause her body distress.” 

Sasuke slid his hand out from between the woman in question’s, instead pulling the blanket up to her chin. 

He spoke, barely a mumble, “The positive memories she has of this castle are few. If it means she’ll be able to return to our home, I’m sure she’ll agree with my decision.” He watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing and added even more softly, “I will ask her when she wakes. If she wishes to stay, then we’ll stay.” 

Soon, the first prince and king left so he, too, could rest. He’d been injured, after all. Honestly, the wounds to his arm and hand didn’t offer much discomfort. The healing potion had done great work. The maids silently took the trays of food and drinks. Once he was completely alone with Sakura, he gently brushed her hair from her face. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he memorized the picture before him. 

‘She ate more than usual. It must be the baby.’ 

An unfamiliar warmth met his chest, something like pride. Sasuke had never imagined having children. He thought it wasn’t even an option. When he realized what Sakura was trying to communicate last night, though, unbelievable happiness flooded his entire being. Instantly, the few memories he had of his late parents came to mind. 

There were times his father would train him and Itachi with wooden swords. They’d be so exhausted by the end of the day that he’d have to carry them home, the older brother on his back and the younger in his arms. He remembered hearing him and his mother whispering amusedly when he’d arrive home with two dirty, sleeping boys. Though it seemed far-fetched, given Sasuke’s introverted personality, he wanted to be an amazing parent like his had been. 

‘Sakura will make a great mother,’ he mused. 

She had similar characteristics as his mother when he imagined it. She’d undoubtedly raise a child with gentle hands, encouraging them with her entire soul. It was likely she’d read them stories before bed and stay with them through the night when they were sick. 

Sighing, the man walked around the bed to slip under covers. Sakura stirred when he did, turning onto her back. He turned onto his side, hesitating momentarily before placing a hand on her stomach. It was impossible to tell she was with child at this point. She’d lost weight while they were apart, and they only spent one night together, so the date of conception was concrete. 

A realization suddenly came to Sasuke. The light-hearted content turned into stone-cold ice. His wide eyes lowered to the blanket covering where his hand rested. ‘....I wasn’t the only one. That was the night that The Curse….’ It wouldn’t matter, right? It was still his body, after all! …Still. His body became capable of inhuman things when the demon was in control, like crying tears, heightened senses, and incredible physical strength. Would his very DNA be affected by that? It’d be impossible to find that information in a book. The only person who might’ve known was Orochimaru, who died a decade ago. 

The prince shook his head, gently pulling Sakura closer and holding her tightly, ‘The child is mine. This is my wife, and it was my seed that took root.’ 

The morning of the next day, Sasuke explained the situation to his wife while they bathed, a few maids tending to them that he ignored and she attempted, and failed, to. “So, I leave the choice to you. Would you like to leave today for the Winterlands, or are you content to remain here until your body has healed?” 

A pretty blush colored her cheeks. It was charming how bashful she was about being tended to, especially now that she was an honest-to-God princess. Her voice had come back, though she kept it softer than usual to not harm it further, “I want to go home.” 

He’d figured correctly. 

“But-” 

Or so he thought. He was truly surprised to see her hesitation. 

She avoided meeting his gaze, “I know this isn’t the time, but do you know which members of my family are coming to collect the remains? My sister, Hana…. I haven’t seen or heard from her since becoming your fiance. She hasn’t responded to letters, either. I’m worried.” 

Ah. Sasuke had forgotten about the youngest Haruno sibling because he’d yet to even meet her. If he correctly recalls, Sakura was close with the mystery girl. ‘Yes. I remember her saying she used to read books to her little sister. It was the day we first met face to face.’

Sighing, he looked over his small wife’s appearance, an uneasy feeling brewing in the pit of his stomach. ‘Is it wrong to want to lock her away so no one can hurt her again?’ 

Yes. It was wrong because it wasn’t what she wanted. Disregarding her desires would make him no better than those mercenaries that’d held her captive. So, he nodded defeatedly with a stern frown, “You mustn’t leave my side.” 

Sakura seemed mildly surprised that he agreed without argument. Then, she smiled bashfully, “I understand.” 

The duo spent most of the day humoring the doctors and palace staff who fretted over them on behalf of the king and first prince. After dinner, though, Sasuke had had enough. He was a man who valued privacy more than most. So, when the doctors bid the couple a good evening after one last vital check, the prince climbed out of bed, walked around it, and knelt beside his confused wife. 

“Sasuke? Is something wrong?” The princess sat up with a red face when he tugged the covers from her. 

Finding her behavior charming, Sasuke bit back a smirk. He cleared his throat before masterfully picking his wife up like the royalty she was, “I’d like to sleep in a room, in a real bed, where none can enter unannounced.” 

Sakura squeaked upon being lifted, naturally grasping a handful of his shirt. She hissed so as to not be overheard by anyone as Sasuke left the room and began carrying her upstairs toward the guest bedrooms, “S-Sasuke! What if someone notices we’re gone and thinks-” “Let them think what they want. We’re married,” the prince cut off his wife, surprised she’d bring up a sexual topic so casually. When no verbal response came, the man looked down to see his wife burying her face in his chest and actually chuckled at her. 

She groaned, evidently embarrassed, “I meant what if they think we’ve been kidnapped, not…that.” 

He waited until they were in a room to respond, and laid her down on the bed with amusement dripping into his tone, “That?” 

“Yes. You’re aware of what I speak,” Sakura averted her gaze and busied herself with pulling back the covers and climbing under them. 

Sasuke didn’t hold back his smirk this time. He shrugged his shirt off over his head and let it fall to the floor while walking across the room to switch the lights off. At the very last moment, he noticed his wife glance his way. It’d have been easy to allow lust to take over, but he didn’t. No, an adoring warmth to which he was becoming more and more accustomed met his chest. 

Sakura had a habit of cuddling up to him for warmth in the night, and he’d grown fond of it without outwardly letting that fact show. When he joined her under the covers, however, she remained laying on her back. While Sasuke had learned to read Sakura’s body language more easily in their time together, he couldn’t determine what was going through her head when he turned onto his side. He thought she might’ve been blushing because of his mild teasing, but she wasn’t. No, she looked almost melancholy. 

‘Have I frightened her by taking her to such an isolated room?’ 

Hesitantly, the prince asked, “Is something wrong?” 

Brilliant green eyes turned onto him before closing tightly. The woman was quiet for a pause before she groaned and shook her head, “I’m realizing how uneducated I still am after having spent so many hours in your library.” Sasuke still wasn’t sure what she meant, so he waited for her to elaborate. When she realized this, she admitted in a barely audible voice, “Is it harmful to the child if…that happens while I’m pregnant?” 

The Uchiha almost laughed. Almost. He tried his best to hold back his grin while shaking his head, gazing lovingly at his wife’s humiliated face, “Do you require my attention?” 

Sakura nodded, her blush brightening, “Do you think I’m well enough to-” Sasuke smoothly moved over her, sliding his body between her legs and cupping her cheek in his hand, “I’ll take care of you. Don’t exert yourself.” 

The look of astonishment and arousal on his shy wife’s face was encouraging as the prince kissed her. He moved the hand on her cheek down to leisurely unlace her gown. He meant those words, both in regards to her sexual urges and whatever else she’d ever need. Sasuke had found his person, and his person had endured so much for his sake. He fully intended to show his appreciation until the woman was able to understand his feelings.

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Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 30

Sakura didn’t want to wake up. In fact, she refused. Mentally, she was aware she was asleep, but did everything she could not to move a muscle or think too hard. If she did, her temporary bliss would be ruined. The princess was dreaming of her husband. She was imagining with all her might that she was warm and comfortable. The delusion was strong enough that she could feel Sasuke’s arms around her and smell his comforting scent. 

‘I’ve missed this more than anything. Please, let me cherish it for just a while longer….’ 

She never thought being separated from another person would physically hurt, but it did. Each minute spent apart from the prince felt torturous. It was like he was the perfect dose of pain medication to manage a chronic ailment. Without him, it was hard to exist. 

Recalling how the last month or so had felt in Sasuke’s absence, the woman couldn’t help but melt into the dream. She buried her face in his shirt, clutching its fabric with trembling hands while tears fell heavily down her face. Even if it was only an illusion, a wonderful dream, Sakura felt safer than she had in a long time. 

The lump in her throat grew to unbearable levels when the prince’s chest moved slower as he took in a deep breath while waking. His arms tightened around her before one of them traveled up to tangle in her hair and hold her closer. She nuzzled in, internally pleading for the affection to never end. It was just as she suspected all those days spent with nothing to do while being held captive. The prince made everything okay with just a simple embrace. It was as though all her problems melted away. All was right within his arms.

“Sakura….” The man’s sweet, raspy voice whispered into her hair. Her tears fell more heavily as she broke into sobs. The good feelings were going away as she began coming to terms with the fact that this wasn’t real. Anytime, she’d be waking up on the cold barn floor, hungry and terrified. 

“I’m sorry,” Sasuke whispered, soothing her hair with slow movements, “I’m so sorry. I’ll never leave you alone like that again.” 

‘...Wait….’ 

The princess slowly opened her eyes. Her breath hitched when she was able to see for the first time in weeks. It was dark, but she could make out the tear stains on her husband’s white shirt. She couldn’t contain her disbelief and struggled to breathe, pushing away so she could properly see. 

Sasuke sat up as well, his dark eyes watery as he searched her face. Sakura wiped fervently at her wet cheeks before cupping his face with shaking hands. There was a dark bruise tarnishing his jaw on the right side, and his left bicep and hand were bandaged, but this was the prince. This was her husband in real life, not a dream. At the moment, it was too much for her. She couldn’t control herself and fumbled to hug him tightly, clinging to him like her life depended on it. 

‘It’s really him. He really came for me.’ 

It took a long time for the woman to calm down enough to release the man and lay back down. When she did, he followed suit while staring as though afraid she’d disappear if he looked away for even a moment. By the glint in his eye, Sakura could tell Sasuke had many things he’d like to say, but words simply weren’t coming. She opened her mouth to attempt speaking for the first time in weeks, only to freeze when she realized it wasn’t Akuma before her. 

It was definitely nighttime, so how…? 

“The demon…. He broke his promise in order to protect you,” Sasuke quietly informed his wife. 

Her mouth closed in surprise, ‘He tried to kill on my behalf? Does that mean Akuma is gone? …I didn’t get to say goodbye….’ A strong sense of sadness washed over Sakura. 

Sasuke seemed able to read her mind because he assured her quickly, “He is still here. I now have control over when he’s able to arise.” 

A moment of silence passed before he spoke again, changing the subject now that they both had better control over their emotions, “Are you alright?” There was a softness to his voice that hinted he was afraid to hear the answer. 

Sakura studied his face for a moment before nodding, leaning into his gentle touch when he slid his hand between the pillow and her cheek. Warmth met his dark eyes before they fell to her neck, his hand following. Goosebumps rose to her skin at the sensation. 

“You haven’t been able to speak?” 

She shook her head, glad he was able to infer that without an explanation. 

He slid his hand beneath her cheek again, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips as his gaze darkened, “I want to know everything you had to endure.” 

It was then that a certain insinuated question made the atmosphere heavy. Sakura’s heartbeat quickened, tears brimming her eyes once more while she shook her head, ‘He’s worried I was harmed by someone like Hihara again.’ 

An unsteady deep breath came and left the prince. He closed his eyes to calm for a moment before nodding reassuringly at Sakura, his expression less hesitant, “I’m relieved. If such a thing had occurred, I’d-" "Sasuke….” Sakura’s voice was hoarse and quiet. It was a little painful to speak after being silent for so long, not to mention the sheer amount of cold air she’d been breathing. 

She hadn’t meant to rudely interrupt his heartfelt communication, but the topic had brought something very important to mind. 

He closed his mouth, searching her face more attentively. 

She couldn’t speak, then. The lump in her throat, this time from nerves, was too big to swallow. Concern quickly met the man’s features. In hopes of quickly reassuring him that nothing was terribly wrong, Sakura panicked. Unsure what else she could do, she grabbed his uninjured hand and guided it down under the covers, between their bodies. Their gazes remained locked as she hesitantly manipulated his hand so that it pressed flat to her stomach, fingers pointing down. Then, she held it there, pressing her own palm to the back of his hand and attempting to wordlessly communicate with him since her ability to speak had failed. 

It took a few seconds for the confused expression to melt into realization. Then, the cautious feel of his touch became firmer. The prince’s eyes lit up with surprise, “You are…!” 

Sakura nodded, a smile meeting her lips as it was clear the man wasn’t unhappy with the news. 

Sasuke’s brow furrowed, his head shaking a few times. He fumbled to slip his hand beneath her nightgown, pressing his palm flat to her stomach with excitement quickening his breath. He kissed her once, pulling back to try asking for unneeded clarification, “I…We…?” He swallowed hard and retried, his nose brushing against hers, “A child?” 

Sakura nodded, kissing him softly. The prince accepted the affection, moving to wrap his arms around her. When she pulled away from the kiss to smile bashfully at him, he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers. Brimming with relief, the princess did the same. Then, they were silent. 

They were content. 

They were reunited, at last. 

The following sleep was the best rest she’d had since their honeymoon. When she stirred, her entire body was sore, especially her feet. It wasn’t nearly as bad as she expected, though. The doctors explained immediately upon her waking that they’d used the strongest healing potion they could find. It wasn’t enough to completely heal a person, but it ensured no infections would meet her wounds and would hasten the recuperation process. 

As soon as the doctor was finished checking her over, Sasuke rose from the chair he’d been sitting in nearby. He refused to let her out of his sight. In the past, Sakura might’ve found it uncomfortable, but that was before spending over a month as a prisoner. His pretty, dark eyes flickered to the entrance of the large room before he sat on the edge of the bed, taking one of his wife’s hands into his own. 

The heightened emotions from last night had, thankfully, simmered, so his composure was intact. His voice was stable in its usual, soft yet strong way. His face was mostly stoic with just the tiniest glimmer of relief and exhaustion shining through. “Until we discover who ordered your kidnapping, do not tell anyone about the pregnancy.” 

Sakura nodded with a warming face. It was foreign, hearing the man speak on their situation so calmly. In her eyes, it seemed as though the prince was happier than he cared to admit, even to her, about becoming a father. She’d been terrified he’d be distraught, so it was a weight off her shoulders. 

The door to the room burst open to reveal King Madara followed by the first prince and a line of palace staff carrying trays of foods and drinks. “Niece! I’m so relieved to see you safe once more!” The king approached as though he wished to take Sasuke’s spot sitting on the bed’s edge, but the second prince didn’t move a muscle and instead fixed his uncle with a firm stare. 

Sakura bowed her head, “Y-Your-” “Don’t try to speak yet. You’re still healing,” Sasuke cut off her hoarse attempt. 

Itachi chimed in after a moment of awkward silence met the room, “Please, Sister, eat and rest well so your body can heal itself more quickly. We can all talk while you do.” 

Blush heated the woman’s face at his calling her his sister, burning even hotter when a maid politely handed Sasuke a tray full of easy to digest breakfast foods. He glanced at his wife, who shook her head to indicate she didn’t want him to feed her. Wordlessly he handed over the tray before turning his gaze back on his family members, “Is there any news from the interrogators?” 

Sakura slowly ate some oatmeal, not wanting to upset her stomach. ‘Did they manage to capture Hidan and Kakuzu, then? Or is it the farmer and his family?’ She wanted to ask but couldn’t for obvious reasons. 

“Since Kisame is still recovering, we haven’t been able to view his memories. He’s not responding to torture, either,” Madara said, his eyes turning onto the princess every so often as though ensuring she remained present and stable. 

Sasuke asked, “How is Kisame? He mentioned sending us here was costly.” 

Itachi frowned, nodding, “He’s comatose. It’s expected he won’t wake for several days.” 

Sakura vaguely recalled meeting someone with that name. Their appearance escaped her, though. 

Her husband’s brow furrowed, but his older brother cut him off before he could speak, “He knew the consequences of using so much energy. It was his choice, so do not blame yourself.” 

The Uchiha trio’s discussion carried on for a while. Once Sakura had eaten her fill, she turned onto her side and curled up under the blankets. It was difficult to understand how she was still so tired after sleeping for so long. Her eyes drooped as the royal family’s voices floated around the room. A soft hum vibrated her chest when she felt Sasuke slide a hand in between hers so she could hold it. Feeling safe enough to even lay there with her eyes willingly closed was something that’d be considered a luxury little more than a day ago. Sakura lulled in and out of consciousness, only picking up pieces of the words said. 

Home was Sasuke, and she was happy to be home. 

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Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 29

For story-telling's sake, this chapter will have two points of view, Sakura's being first.

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Just one day after realizing she was pregnant, Sakura was bound and taken outside of whatever place they'd been keeping her since being captured. Effectively blind with the thick cloth still covering her eyes, the woman was frantic trying to ground herself. All she could do was try to keep pressure off of her stomach as she lay in a tied up heap on the floor of what felt like a carriage.

Being radically unstudied in matters concerning procreation, she was terrified that the smallest thing would harm the baby. Every bump of their traveling caused her to tense up.

The man who'd watched over her all this time was in the carriage with her, as was the person he called "Kakuzu". The latter spoke very little, so she couldn't get a good read on his personality. They traveled for a long time. Given her inability to see and general vertigo, Sakura could only guess that it was between three days and a week.

Then, she woke up in a freezing cold room. No one else was around. At least, that was what it felt like.

Cautiously, the shivering woman felt around the ground to ensure nothing was there that would harm her bare feet. She shakily got to her feet, relieved that her ankles and wrists were no longer bound. It was her intention to feel around the room to get a better idea of her surroundings, but she could only take one step before the sound of a chain dragging stopped her in her tracks. That was when she noticed the cold weight of a shackle around her ankle. Sure, she'd been treated like a prisoner for at least a month now, probably longer, but for some reason, it was at this moment that the pink-haired woman's composure finally cracked.

Pain shot down her throat as she sobbed, tugging fruitlessly at the shackle. 'I want to go home! I want Sasuke to come get me and tell me everything will be okay!' Her breathing became short and ragged. A tremendous pressure built in Sakura's chest as she tried and failed to properly inhale. She fell to her side, curling into a ball.

'Have I not suffered enough? When will I stop being punished for simply being born?' She knew her current state wasn't healthy for the baby, but that thought only made it more difficult to calm down.

At some point, she must've fainted because the next thing she knew, she was coming to. The captors, who were now present, obviously didn't realize. They continued hushedly arguing. "Why do you give a damn what happens to her? Boss said to dispose of her once the prince is dead so there's no witnesses, anyway."

The very blood in Sakura's body ran cold as ice. 'They plan to kill Sasuke? I can't let that happen!' Someone as self-aware as her was unable to deny how useless she'd be in a fight, but that didn't stop her from mentally preparing to do whatever it took to protect the sweet prince. To her, he was her precious family. He was someone to be cherished and loved, no matter the cost.

"If you absolutely must, visit a brothel. I won't allow you to defile a pregnant woman."

"We're going to kill her anyway, Kakuzu!"

"I said no. If you try to disobey me, I'll behead you, Hidan."

Suddenly, an intense wave of nausea washed over the princess, who gagged and began struggling to sit up. While heaving, there was a shuffling sound in the room. Then, something that felt like a bucket was in the woman's hands, and she was emptying the scarce contents of her stomach into it.

The man she now knew to be called "Hidan" cursed in disgust, "Fuck.... You're right. I should just go to town for the night."

By the time Sakura's stomach finally calmed, she was sweating, trembling with chills, and breathing heavily. She fell onto her side on the concrete floor. Hidan had left at some point, likely to visit a brothel like Kakuzu suggested. A tiny part of her wanted to thank the latter for fending the violent man off, but he was also responsible for her kidnapping, so she didn't bother. She'd only be shocked by the enchanted collar anyway.

Kakuzu, who had only directly spoken to her once or twice, gruffly said, "I'll leave the bucket. Use it if you feel sick again." Then, the woman was left alone in what was probably a glorified cell. Eventually, she mustered the strength to feel around her limited space again. There was what felt, and smelled, like straw amidst the floor. A faint winter breeze was also detectable, leading her to believe they weren't in a house like before, but perhaps a barn or stable. 'I feel like cattle.' While the air was much chillier than at the old place, the hay did help her stave off some of it once she blindly gathered all she could and made a bed of sorts.

A day passed. Sakura woke, unaware of what time of day it was since she hadn't been able to view her surroundings in over a month. Clearly, she'd caught a cold or something similar because she was freezing and sweating at the same time. Her head pounded with ache, she felt even weaker than before, and her muscles ached. Faintly, she could hear voices in the distance. She eavesdropped, always trying to gain intel on her captors that she might be able to use in the future to escape.

"-nothing about chaining up a woman! This isn't what my family agreed to!"

'This isn't another hideout, then? We're at someone's family's farm, by the sound of it.'

She continued to listen as Hidan barked back, "Oh, yeah? And what're you gonna do about it? You'll be charged for aiding the kidnappers of the Kingdom's only princess if you try to turn us in. They'll have you and your family's next generation executed."

"That woman is the missing princess?!" The male voice sounded entirely stunned. Obviously, he hadn't been aware of what those mercenaries were going to do on their property. He was verbally defeated, "Gods forgive me...."

Kakuzu spoke with more composure, "Go back inside to your family, Farmer. And mind your behavior. If we suspect you're merely considering contacting the capitol, we'll send you to hell before you can utter a word."

That night, Sakura was woken by someone sneaking into her vicinity. She scampered to her feet, lifting her hands defensively. Though they were mercenaries, the two men who'd been overseeing her confinement always made noise when approaching. Perhaps it was because they wanted to avoid unnecessary panic from the already distressed woman. So, it wasn't one of them coming to her.

"I'm here to help you. Stay quiet."

It was the farmer from earlier, whispering in a shaky voice. First, he tried to remove the blindfold, only for something to cause him to hiss and let it go. Likely, it had some sort of enchantment preventing its removal, just like the silencing collar. That, too, seemed to harm the farmer when he attempted to unbuckle it.

His hands shook as he breathed heavily and began trying to pick the lock of the shackle on her ankle, "Please don't blame me for letting them stay here. I have a wife and two children to protect."

Sakura was trembling with an unhealthy mixture of cold, fear, and adrenaline.

After a few moments, the tight metal released from the princess's ankle, and the farmer hissed, "I've alerted the nearest village that you're here. I'm sorry, but I can't do anything more to help." Cautiously, she allowed him to help her upright and guide her to the exit of what she believed to be a barn. While lifting her arm, he pointed it in a specific direction, "If you run South and just keep going, you might be able to meet the knights halfway."

Sakura squeezed the man's hand, unable to verbally thank him. She knew the chances of this escape plan succeeding were slim, but she had no other choice. Those mercenaries would kill Sasuke if and when he found them. If she could prevent them ever coming face to face, they'd never have a chance to lay a finger on him.

So, the ill, half-starving, and pregnant Sakura took off in a sprint in the direction the farmer had indicated. The ground was covered in snow. Her toes were freezing to the point that it hurt. She didn't let that stop her, though. No, Sakura ran and ran with little regard for her body's protests. One moment she was desperately trekking through a forest, her hands out in front of her to make sure she wouldn't run head-first into a tree. Then, in the next, the ground gave way and she fell. It could've been a large hill or even a cliff. All she knew was that the air was knocked out of her when she landed on her back. Snow fell on top of her as she struggled to inhale. Beneath the blindfold, her eyes were wide and unseeing.

Before she could manage it, footsteps could be heard approaching. 'Please. Please be Sasuke, or at least one of the knights coming to rescue me!'

Just as she was finally able to draw a breath, the person came close enough to address her. Her blood ran colder than the snow surrounding her body when Hidan's voice met her ears. He called out, likely to Kakuzu, "I found her!"

Then, the woman was pulled upright by her hair. She sucked in a breath, unable to make a peep lest the collar shock her again. Sakura could feel Hidan's breath on her face as he leaned in, likely inches away as he hissed, "You're more trouble than you're worth, Wench."

Sakura found herself back in the barn later that same night. Unfortunately, Kakuzu didn't stand up for her this time when Hidan chose to punish her for attempting to escape. So she couldn't run next time, he cut the bottoms of her feet just deep enough that she wouldn't bleed out from the wounds, but wouldn't be able to walk. He'd roughed her up a little, too, though he didn't hit quite as hard as before her pregnancy was realized. She considered herself lucky they were being careful not to harm the baby, though it might've been futile. If she wasn't rescued soon, it was likely being exposed to the elements and underfed would do both her and the unborn child in.

Almost like a taunt, the mercenaries didn't bother chaining her like before. It wasn't like she could handle the pain of walking more than a few steps.

So, with her hopes virtually smothered to death, the princess curled into a ball on her sad little bed of hay and tried to get some sleep. She'd have to begin brainstorming a new escape plan when she next woke.

Sasuke's POV~

Akuma led the small group of knights, plus the magic-user Kisame, through a dark and dead forest. Snow was falling in heavy, large flakes that whipped around the demon as he raced as quickly as possible. Last night, they discovered a hideout that'd been used to hold Sakura. It was drenched in her scent. When they discovered a room that was little more than a prisoner's cell, they found out why. There were drops of blood all over its stone floor. It was clear by their appearance that not all of them had appeared at the same time, either. That meant the princess was being harmed on multiple occasions. Akuma couldn't stop picturing the woman being tortured.

'I'll eat their hearts. They will not survive this, even if it means breaking my promise to obey the idiot prince. Send me to purgatory. Send me to hell. I do not care.'

The group had followed his lead up until dawn, where they came upon a small village. When Sasuke regained control of his body at sunrise, the party decided to rest. Without the demon's heightened sense of smell, it'd be nearly impossible to continue tracking the kidnappers' trail. The weather wasn't helping, either, because any foot or hoof prints were being buried in the snow.

Earlier, at sunset, the traveling group was preparing their horses to leave, when a few of the local law enforcement knights rushed up to them with claims that the princess's location had been offered by a small farmer who owned land seven hours North. This led to the present, with the group hurrying in desperate silence through the dark forest.

Personally, the demon's blood was pumping with adrenaline. This was the closest they'd come to finding Sakura in weeks. He wasn't about to allow the opportunity to pass.

Akuma glanced at where the sun would be rising within the hour. They'd been riding non-stop since receiving the tip. He wanted to find his sacrifice before dawn because he wanted to be the one to rescue her. He also selfishly wanted to unleash his bloodlust on those who dared steal her away.

'I can do more damage than the prince, and I won't hesitate like he will, either.'

All of a sudden, the faint scent he'd been following became stronger, but it veered off the trail. His neck snapped to the side, his horse obediently turning in that direction.

"What is it?" Kisame yelled above the sound of their horses' hoofs.

Akuma ignored him. He was too focused on the sweet scent of the woman he loved. Minutes passed before he noticed something in the distance and tugged on the steed's reins to slow to a stop. With panic and anger quickening his breaths, he dismounted Shadow and rushed over to a small clearing. Here, Sakura's scent was the strongest it'd been since they left that hideout.

"She was here. Maybe hours ago," he said when the others caught up.

The demon's heart sank as he followed a messy set of footprints to a small clearing at the bottom of a small ravine. It was obvious that someone, likely Sakura, had fallen from the ledge above. Judging by the half-filled footprints leading to and away from the area, she'd tried to escape and was recaptured.

"We need to hurry," one of the knights said. It was evident the entire traveling party realized the situation was becoming increasingly dire.

Akuma climbed back onto Shadow and returned to the trail so they could get back on track. 'Closer. Closer. Just a few more minutes,' he pleaded internally as the princess's scent gradually became easier to detect.

Just as a worn down old farm appeared on the horizon through the bare trees, the sun began to rise. Akuma snarled, jumping off of his steed and sprinting with inhuman speed toward the landmark.

The first thing he did upon arriving was kick the small house's door in, "Where is she!?" He bellowed. His voice was terrifying as his red eyes scanned the area.

His head became dizzy with the sheer amount of blood that filled the air. It was a massacre. With gritted teeth, he searched the corpses in the house to verify their identities before growling. A snarl of aggravation left his lungs, filling the air like the call of a predator in search of prey. She wasn't there. None of the blood was hers, either.

Before he could move a muscle to continue searching the farm for clues, the sound of fighting met his sensitive ears. He whipped around, hurrying outdoors to see the small group of knights had encountered a large man who, surprisingly, held his own despite being severely outnumbered.

When Akuma approached, bloodthirsty and eager, Kisame shouted, "We are capable. Search for the princess!"

Momentarily, the demon's rage faltered. He nodded, sharing a moment's glance with the blue-haired knight before hurrying in the direction of the barns. There were two, both small and showing signs of wear. In the first one, there was nothing but a handful of animals.

'Please.... Please be here,' he thought to himself while running toward the second one. It wasn't the time, he knew that, but he took a moment at the barn doors to pause and take a breath.

Then, he slid it open.

All the air in his lungs evaporated as he lay eyes on a bloodied and bruised Sakura. He unintentionally froze, staring in disbelief. She was clear on the opposite end of the building, but his enhanced senses made it easier to see than a human. Only when the demon realized she was severely shivering did he snap out of it.

With an unbearable tightness in his chest, he tore off his cloak and hurried to where she was curled into a ball on the ground. He lay it over her, only to hesitate on attempting to wake her when he noticed a short chain with a pair of loose shackles near her body. He knelt to study it. 'Why would they be here if they're not being used?'

He glanced at Sakura's ankles, only to do a double-take when he realized the reason. They'd sliced her feet to the point that they'd be lucky not to need stitched up to heal. Rage set him in motion again. He bent to try removing the leather-looking cloth from her eyes. A sharp pain zapped his fingers, making his teeth grit.

He cursed under his breath before shaking his head and grabbing the woman's shoulders, "Sakura! Sakura, wake up! Say something!"

She stirred, taking just a moment before cowering.

He made a shushing sound, brushing her dirty hair from her still-blindfolded face, "It's alright, Dove. I'm here. You're safe now."

Sakura's brow furrowed. Her lips moved to mouth his name, though she didn't verbally say it.

He had no time to dwell on her silence and nodded as though she could somehow see it, "That's right. We've been searching for-!" At the last moment, Akuma sensed a presence behind him and moved. He wasn't quick enough to entirely dodge the attack and ended up receiving a deep cut to his arm, but successfully parried the attackers' sword. His red eyes finally lay on the person responsible for the princess's sorry state. The man had silver hair, magenta eyes, and a wild look on his face that hinted he was just as eager to face Akuma as the demon was eager to drain him of his blood.

"Took you long enough, Prince! Your wife was sure you'd forgotten her!"

Akuma's sword met his. They battled for a few moments before jumping apart. He bit, venom coating each word, "Your death shall be slow. I'll have you beg."

Their swords clashed again.

And again.

And again.

The silver-haired man laughed, "Aren't you gonna ask me why we took her?"

"I'll have plenty of time to interrogate you once we're done here. You'll be tortured for as many days as you've held this woman hostage."

The fight lasted too long. Akuma had moments left before the prince would take over the body. With his guilt and frustration fueling his every move, the demon lunged forward. At the very last moment, the mercenary blocked his sword. Colorful curses filled the air in hisses as pain flooded Akuma's body. In his peripheral vision, he noticed the first rays of sunrise coming over the tree-lined horizon. He tried with all his might to hold on, limbs shaking with effort.

Then, it was Sasuke controlling himself. With their drastic differences in strength, the prince's grip slipped. The sword was torn away, clattering on the dirty ground nearby.

"What should I do with you now, Prince? That demon is stronger, and even he couldn't defeat me."

Sasuke narrowly dodged a slash from the man, the shoulder of his shirt being cut. His breath came in puffs as the duo shuffled around one another. 'I want to look at Sakura. Is she okay? She was so pale. How long has she been in this barn with no winter gear?' Pain distracted him as the enemy's sword nicked the same arm wound from earlier, making him growl and refocus. 'I can't think about that right now or I'll get myself killed.'

In the blink of an eye, the sword swung at the prince again. He dodged but was quickly taken to the ground when the silver-haired man tackled him. The blade went through his palm, effectively pinning his dominant arm and rendering it useless.

An unhinged glint met the man's gaze as he grinned victoriously, "Is this all the talent the royal family has to offer? I'm damn disappointed. I thought you'd at least put up more of a fight."

Sasuke barked, fending off his free hand with his own, "I'm not finished yet."

The attacker managed to land a strong hit to his jaw, which made him see stars. "Y'know, we were told we can do whatever we want with your wife once you're dead. I think I might have her keep me company for a while. She'll have to earn her fuckin' keep, though. If she can't satisfy me, I'll have to cut up more of her pretty pale skin, won't I?"

It was as if those taunts snapped something in Sasuke. He saw red. His hand curled around the blade currently penetrating it. He hissed, suddenly having the strength to overcome the cocky villain, "You won't lay a hand on her ever again."

With the fury of an extremely protective husband, Sasuke punched the man, sending him backward and off of him. Then, he was on top of the mercenary, plunging the sword into his chest over and over. A terrifying sound left him with each stab, blood splattering his clothes and body. The man quickly stopped moving.

"Princess!"

Kisame's voice broke Sasuke's bloodlust and focus and caused him to drop the sword. He felt almost drunk with energy as he hurried to his wife's side, ignoring the knights who'd arrived to witness their reunion, "Sakura!"

He fell to his knees at her side, taking in her appearance. It was unclear if she was fully conscious or not because he couldn't see her eyes, but when he touched the side of her face, she leaned into it. Tears welled up as Sasuke tried to breathe. She was skinnier than when he last saw her. She was so pale and cold. Bruises dusted her skin, as did blood, though the only thing that was bleeding that he could tell were her feet.

"She's ill. We should get her to the capitol as quickly as possible," Kisame interrupted his trance.

That was when Sasuke realized Sakura was sweating. Her chest heaved with short, quick breaths. He nodded, carefully bundling the woman up in his cloak before picking her up, "Let's go."

Kisame lifted both hands toward them, like how one would warm their palms near a fire, "I'll teleport you to the first prince's quarters."

Sasuke's grip on his wife tightened, "You're capable of such a feat?" He'd never heard of such a thing.

The knight smiled, though there was no joy or humor to it, "The cost is mighty, so it's reserved for emergencies."

"Wait-" Sasuke couldn't finish his statement before a blinding purple light erupted all around him. The cold winter air was replaced with the scent of incense and warmth.

It took a moment for the prince to realize they were already in the palace. When he did, he sucked in a jagged breath and stumbled toward the door. He was still injured and bleeding, not to mention exhausted, but he didn't dare consider anything other than getting help for Sakura. He managed to exit the room.

A pair of knights on patrol were walking further down the hall with their backs turned, so he called out, "Get the doctors!" They turned and obviously recognized the royal couple because one ran up to them while the other hurried off to get help.

Sasuke pulled away when the knight attempted to take the unconscious woman from his arms, "I have her. Just lead the way." Thankfully, the quiet soldier understood and obeyed without delay.

The Uchiha prince barely managed to glance away from his wife's face enough to watch where he was going. She still had leather covering her eyes and wrapped tightly around her neck. The court disenchanters would have to remove them.

"Brother! Did Kisame send you?" Itachi's familiar voice brought Sasuke the tiniest bit of relief. He nodded, following the knight into the hospital wing of the palace and carefully laying Sakura on the bed.

He felt his elder brother's arm come around his back when he then stumbled. They stepped back and out of the way when the other knight returned with a team of doctors so they could properly work. "What is her condition? Why is she blindfolded?" Itachi asked. He sounded genuinely concerned.

Sasuke felt a wave of nausea and had to be helped to a nearby chair, "I-I don't know."

A handful more doctors arrived, one of them coming over to tend to the prince.

Itachi seemed to understand his little brother was in a state of shock. He could tell now wasn't the time to talk, so he lay a comforting hand atop his head. He offered a small smile when Sasuke looked up at him with the fear and uncertainty poorly hidden in his eyes, "She's alive, Brother."

Sasuke fell asleep shortly after being treated, barely managing to make it back to the hospital wing after bathing and changing clothes. He was told Sakura had a severe cold, that she was extremely lucky to not have developed hypothermia.

When the last doctor was finishing up verifying her bandages weren't needing changing, he offered, "Pardon me if I'm speaking out of turn, but perhaps you should accompany the princess. It may help with her fever."

The prince spared the elderly man a glance. He didn't respond verbally. He didn't even move from his seat at her bedside until they were completely alone.

When they were, he allowed his composed mask to falter. Tears welled in his eyes as he watched the rise and fall of his wife's chest. The blindfold and collar had been removed, but she'd yet to wake. There were claw marks amidst her neck that were obviously caused by futile attempts to remove the enchanted article. The disenchanters hadn't been able to ascertain what their functions were or if they had any at all.

'It's been nearly six weeks,' Sasuke mused, wanting very much for his wife to wake and reassure him she was, indeed, alright. It felt like a year or more had passed since their last encounter.

Being without her was eye-opening in the worst possible way. Before she was taken, he was uncertain of what to do about their predicament. Now he was sure: He would not be able to live without her under any circumstances.

Even if it meant co-existing with The Curse, Sasuke was no longer willing to give up that which he held most precious in this world. 

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Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 28

The icy wind stung Sasuke’s face. In an attempt to avoid his oblivious wife for just a while longer, Shadow was only traveling at a leisurely pace. Last night, Akuma did something unforgivable and that was to lie to Sakura about his identity. The prince’s teeth gritted as he imagined the pinkette’s devastation when she eventually finds out. He couldn’t hide the truth from her. It was wrong enough that he didn’t immediately come clean about it upon waking this morning. 

Sakura had just been so charming with her bashful glances and sweet words of appreciation during breakfast. Sasuke was grateful for an excuse to head to town to buy some clothing and supplies because he needed time alone to prepare himself to ruin the wonderful bond they’d built before Akuma did what he did. 

‘She’ll blame herself for not noticing. That’s just how she is,’ he mused with a frown. ‘It’s always her first instinct to take responsibility for everything bad that happens. That’s just how she was raised.’ It was a trait the prince desperately wished wasn’t fact. How many times had the poor woman been unfairly punished for deeds that weren’t her own over the years? If her spoiled sister and narcissistic brother were any hint, the number was large. 

A deep sadness chilled him more than the winter weather as they neared their honeymoon cabin. The Curse had spoken to himself after Sakura fell asleep last night. He’d expressed words of great regret and pleaded with the prince to allow him to explain to the clueless woman. Such desperation was extremely out of character. 

Sasuke was beyond livid and refused. He had half a mind to begin locking himself up at sunset like before so nothing like this happened again. 

‘She’s my wife. Mine. That beast had no right.’ An odd, territorial anger began warming his chest as he thought about the tense situation. ‘Sakura even made it clear to him that she’s chosen me over him, and he still betrayed her trust.’ 

If Akuma wasn’t literally sharing his body, Sasuke would love to tear him to shreds. 

The seething man attempted to calm himself while dismounting Shadow and guiding him into the stable. It was difficult because yet another person had proven themselves untrustworthy. First, her father sent her to die, then, her brother committed an unspeakable act, now, the demon she’d taken a risk by befriending had lied as well. She’ll be heartbroken when she finds out. 

After slinging the pack of supplies onto his back, Sasuke sighed and began trekking through the snow toward the cabin. He lifted his tired eyes onto the door, only to drop the sack in surprise. Multiple sets of footprints were left in the snow, almost all of them too large to be his wife’s. The door was ajar, too. 

Fearing the worst, Sasuke rushed inside, “Sakura!” No response came. 

He hurried through the den, eyes pausing on the half-chopped vegetables sitting on the cutting board next to a large knife. Praying he was wrong that she’d been taken, the prince threw the bedroom door open only to have his fear confirmed. Her name left his lips again, more breathlessly. Little puffs of breath were visible in the cold air as he helplessly looked around at the abandoned cabin for any sign. None were to be found. 

She was gone. 

Sasuke immediately left for the capital, riding as fast as possible with only a few short breaks so Shadow wouldn’t become exhausted. When he approached the palace gates, a few guards began jogging over, obviously not recognizing his unruly appearance. “Stop there-” “Get Itachi. Now!” He cut them off, the fire of the need to locate and rescue his wife fueling his rage. 

Moments later, the first Uchiha prince appeared. He was visibly confused by his younger brother’s demeanor, “Sasuke? What are you-” “They took her!” He was still panting for breath from riding so hard for many consecutive hours. The man was utterly exhausted but couldn’t bear to rest when so much was unknown. 

Itachi motioned for the guards to tend to the horse before guiding his brother into the castle, “Sakura? Who took her?” 

Sasuke spat angrily, “I don’t know. She was only alone for a few hours. I made sure the area was clear before I left!” 

“Nephew? This is unexpected. I was sure your honeymoon would last longer,” Madara smiled teasingly, oblivious to the situation. 

“Sakura’s been taken, Uncle. We should act immediately,” Itachi’s gaze was fierce with concern. 

Madara’s grin melted, “Of course. Tell me where to send my best and it shall be done.” 

After getting all the information they could from Sasuke, they demanded he bathe, change his clothes, and rest. 

One of the maid’s brought tea to his room, and Itachi joined him for a glass. It was nearing sunset, so the demon was sure to take over soon. “Drink, Brother. It’ll help you sleep.” 

“I don’t need sleep. I need to find Sakura,” the prince bit, but he took a sip anyway. Regardless of his desperation, he knew he’d be useless if he didn’t maintain his health. 

All was silent for a few moments, the elder Uchiha prince studying the younger one. Eventually, he sighed, “To think the princess would be forced to undergo such hardships again.” 

A quiet sound of agreement left Sasuke. He was unbelievably upset with himself. No matter how badly he needed some alone time, he should’ve known better than to leave his wife defenseless. If he’d only brought her along, or packed more supplies for their trip to begin with, she’d be preparing to rest in one of her feminine nightgowns right now. 

“You don’t suppose her family is involved?” 

Sasuke’s frown deepened, if possible. He shook his head, glaring into his teacup, “If they are, they won’t escape with their lives.” 

Surprise met Itachi’s face, only to quickly sink into bittersweet understanding, “Perhaps this is why she was taken.” 

This, too, Sasuke had considered, though he was stunned to hear his brother say something so obviously treacherous to the king. 

‘There’s no proof that Madara has done anything, but the possibility can’t be ruled out. He’ll do anything he deems necessary to protect the family name.’ His hands shook. His emotions were spiraling out of control. He downed the rest of the tea in one big gulp, ‘I can’t let her die. Not now, after everything she’s done for me.’ The thought of somehow co-existing with Akuma wasn’t positive, but it was preferable to losing the one person in this life who was honestly and truly innocent. 

‘It’s for this exact reason that Madara might’ve had her taken. If she’s killed….’ He couldn’t even finish the thought. 

“You’ve little reason to put your faith in me, but I’ll do what I can, Little Brother. I promise you this.” 

It was unspoken between the brothers that Itachi was keeping numerous secrets. Expecting him to confide in the banished prince would be foolish. Sasuke nodded once, not moving from the table as the first prince excused himself for the evening. He’d just have to trust that Itachi was a man of his word.

One day of searching every inch of the kingdom passed, then another, and more. Before Sasuke knew it, a month of sleepless nights and restless days had passed. He could feel his sanity slipping. Sure, small clues of Sakura’s whereabouts had been found, all by the kingdom’s magic users. The fact that he wasn’t sure if the king was lying about the reports was driving him insane, but Itachi’s promise to do all he could helped him barely hold on. 

‘Where is she? Is she scared? Are they treating her well? Is she hungry or cold? Does she think I’ve abandoned her?’ The questions were endless and refused to cease. 

One night, while staying at an inn with a small group of soldiers, Sasuke was interrupted from his worries by a sudden presence behind him. He smoothly brandished his sword, swinging around and onto his feet to point it at whoever’d appeared, “Explain yourself before I behead you.” 

To his surprise, a familiar face was there. The wizard who’d visited his estate with Itachi stood proudly, his overbearing physical presence unable to be entirely ignored. ‘His name is Kisame, right? Itachi seemed to trust him.’ Sasuke still didn’t lower his blade, though, because the muscular man had appeared like a ghost in his personal room. His intentions were unclear. 

“The first prince sends his regards,” Kisame spoke gruffly, with little emotion. 

“Itachi sent you?” 

“Yes. There’s been a discovery.” 

Sasuke put pressure on his blade so that it dug into Kisame’s chest. If he pushed any harder, it’d surely draw blood, “What is it?” 

“It seems one of the men involved in the princess’s disappearance is someone I’ve personally worked with in the past. He’s a mercenary.” 

Sasuke’s blade lowered ever so slightly, “What does this mean?” 

Kisame’s eyes narrowed, but otherwise his expression and tone remained the same, “After our last encounter, I did some research on the man, so I’m familiar with some of his known hideouts. If we’re lucky, he may be keeping her at one.” 

“I’m asking-!” Sasuke paused, having raised his voice. He took a calming breath before trying again with a better grasp on his composure, “I’m asking what this means for my wife.” 

This time, the wizard’s stoicism dropped, if only slightly, “Hidan is bloodthirsty and short-tempered, but he takes his jobs seriously. So long as the princess isn’t defiant and his mission is to keep her alive, I believe he won’t seriously harm her.” 

The prince nodded slowly. The idea that the poor woman might’ve been dead all along crossed his mind the moment he realized she was taken, but he wouldn’t entertain it until he saw proof with his own eyes. If he thought about it too much, it became unbearable to even sit and exist. 

So, early the next morning, the small group headed out in the direction of the closest known hideout of Hidan’s mercenary group. 

Kisame had joined them, claiming to be following the royal family’s orders. Sasuke still wasn’t sure if he could trust him, but what other choice did he have? Aimlessly searching for the past month has yielded almost zero results. 

Each moment he was apart from Sakura and unsure of her safety, the more unstable he felt. His last memories of her were the sweetest of them all, the image of a bashful bride the morning after spending a night together. They’d entrusted one another with their souls. They’d become one, so the Uchiha man felt as though he was only half of a person in her absence. 

The group traveled throughout the day, and Akuma took over once the sun was set. They didn’t stop, though, because they were nearing the first hideout. Using the cover of night, it’d be easier to sneak around unseen if it so happened enemies were present. Akuma was filled to the brim with self-disgust. He was desperate to find Sakura if only to apologize for betraying her trust. Hell, he’d abandon this realm of his own volition so long as she just came back safely. 

‘The last thing I did to her can’t have been that.’ 

The demon hadn’t felt such emotions ever in his life. This month in her absence had been a rollercoaster of adapting to such human sentiments. He wanted to run away from it all, but he was no coward. Whether or not she hated him for what he’d done, Akuma wouldn’t let his flower be taken by anyone else. 

So, he rode with focus and ferocity. Suddenly, a dark building became visible in the distance. It was semi-camouflaged into the forest with thick branches and trees covering most of its appearance. If he wasn’t in control of this body, Sasuke might not have noticed. Akuma had enhanced senses, though, so he easily spotted it. 

Eagerly, he shook the reins of his horse to speed it up. The blue-haired wizard shouted at him to not stray too far ahead of the group, but he ignored it. In fact, as the disguised building came closer, the anticipation was too much to handle. Akuma leapt off the horse and sprinted in that direction, energy stinging his fingertips as he readied himself to disembowel any who opposed him. 

Just before he could reach the small house, Sakura’s faint scent met his nose. He skidded to a stop, neck turning quickly to the south. ‘She was recently here but not anymore.’ The demon’s blood boiled with frustration. ‘So close! I was so close to finding her!’ 

The others in the search party caught up, Kisame asking, “You found something?” 

“They left within the last twenty-four hours. We should follow while I can still detect her scent.” 

The wizard nodded, “Let’s search this place quickly, then.” 

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SasuSaku: Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 27

Sakura was head over heels for her husband in a way she never imagined she’d feel about anyone. She loved him before the wedding, but after their marriage was officially consummated, it was as if their souls had become intertwined. Perhaps it was just her that felt as such. Sasuke spoke about his feelings relatively often, but it was evident each time that it made him incredibly uncomfortable. 

‘That’s just fine,’ the pink-haired princess mused while chopping vegetables in preparation for dinner, ‘He’s more than proven himself a great man. I no longer need words to reassure my anxieties.’ 

The prince in question was not present. He’d taken Shadow to the nearest town, which was a few hours’ ride away, for supplies. They’d only packed enough clothing for a couple of days, after all. Since they discovered just how compatible their bodies were, Sakura assumed he wanted to stay a while longer. 

Blush warmed her face as affection swelled within her chest. ‘To think that someone like me can feel this happy,’ she sighed dreamily, reminiscing about how gentle and loving Sasuke had been last night. 

Then, as all good things must end, the sad truth decided to make itself reappear in her head. 

She mumbled to herself, lips turning downward, “This won’t last. It can’t.” 

Disappointment so strong overwhelmed the young woman to the point that tears welled in her eyes. Life always had a bittersweet way of showing Sakura what she could have before ripping it away. This would be the harshest experience other than the death of her mother. Now she was glad Sasuke was away. Yes, his presence often helps calm her, but not when his happiness was on the line. 

With a resolute huff, the princess steeled her nerves. She’ll do this, no matter what. The prince had rescued her from her pitiful existence and showed her unimaginable kindness and care. Because of this, she’d do anything to ensure his safety. 

The sound of the door opening and closing met Sakura’s ears, so she sniffled and wiped at the few tears that’d risen so her husband wouldn’t notice and worry. 

“Welcome back. How was the trip?” 

Before she could even turn to lay eyes upon him, a sharp pain hit the back of her neck. 

Then, she was unconscious. 

Sakura’s throat was so sore that she couldn’t bear to even groan when she next awoke. It felt like someone had forced her to swallow pins and needles. Groggily, she blinked to clear her vision, but still, she couldn’t see a thing. That was when she realized a thick cloth of sorts was tied over her eyes. Terror iced her veins, waking her the rest of the way. The woman tried to get up. She couldn’t move far because something dug into her neck. When the rattle of a chain reached her ears, she realized some sort of collar was around her neck. It was tight enough that breathing was difficult, too. When she tried to call for help, unbearable pain shot through her throat. Confused, Sakura cried and attempted to remain calm, failing miserably. 

‘It must be an enchanted object, but who would kidnap me that has access to magic users? Where am I? How long have I been unconscious?’ 

As if those holding her captive could sense her wake despite her inability to make even the smallest sound, heavy footsteps were heard approaching somewhere outside the room she was in. Her pulse quickened with each one until the sound of some kind of lock being turned came, then a door opened nearby, and a voice she recognized but couldn’t pinpoint met her ears, “You’re a hard woman to find, y’know that?” 

‘I know this person, but from where…?’ Sakura couldn’t ask even if she wanted to because of the collar. 

She bristled, scampering backwards until her back hit the wall when those heavy footfalls swiftly approached. 

The scent of nicotine and the forest washed over her from the man. Only a millisecond passed that she could comprehend that before a resounding slap stung her face. It was so powerful that she stumbled to the side. Honestly, she would’ve fallen to the ground if the person didn’t grab her hair to yank her upright. Her entire system was fuzzy with shock at the sudden rough handling, so she froze. 

“If you try somethin’ funny like last time, I’ll make you wish you were fuckin’ dead.” 

Sakura’s hands fumbled blindly to the man’s chest, if only to feel more stable. 

His demeanor didn’t seem less angry, but a hint of amusement met his voice, “Be a good girl, and I’ll keep you in one piece until the prince comes looking for you.” The man released the stunned princess so that she fell to the ground, scraping her knees and palms. He snickered, “For the most part, anyway.” 

A long time passed. It might have been days or even weeks. Sakura’s blindfold was never removed, but after behaving favorably, she earned enough trust from her captor to have the chain removed from the collar. There were bathroom facilities in a tiny closet-like room that she had access to, but that was all. The woman wasn’t even given a bed. Just an empty place to rot away in. 

The same man was the only one to ever interact with her. He’d bring her one measly meal a day, often just some cold soup and plain bread, but she considered herself lucky she was being fed at all. As he had the first day, he also had a habit of slapping or shoving the poor pink-haired woman if she didn’t follow orders quickly enough or if he was just annoyed and wanted to take out his frustrations. 

He talked a lot, her captor. Never about anything note-worthy. Sakura listened only because there was a tiny chance he’d let something useful slip, but it didn’t happen until she’d been locked away for so long, she’d given up hope of Sasuke ever finding her. 

The man stood somewhere nearby as Sakura blindly ate while sitting on the floor. He’d been talking about some of his past jobs. She’d at least learned he was a mercenary for hire, and a skilled one if his tales weren’t bravado. 

“I’ve never so much as received a scratch from a target. A few times, one of my partners will backstab me, like when we first met, but none have been successful.” 

The stale bread became caught in Sakura’s throat as she finally pinpointed who’d captured her. It was the magenta-eyed man that’d chased her through the forest when she’d been kidnapped from the royal palace. ‘How’d he survive? I clearly saw him get stabbed through the stomach!’ 

She coughed, covering her face despite not caring whether or not this criminal found her polite. ‘Then again, I should’ve died, too. If I hadn’t been found and my rescuers hadn’t had potions handy, I would’ve.’ 

A heavy hand hit her back, causing her to tense up in a panic. She fumbled to her knees, trying to get away from the violent man. He grabbed her hair and shoved her back to the ground, “Can’t have you choking to death on me, Princess. The boss says your husband should arrive any day now.” 

During the first few days of captivity, Sakura tried to withstand the collar’s punishment for speaking, but that time had long passed. She desperately clawed at the magical device around her neck, wanting more than anything to ask questions like why was she here? What did they want with Sasuke? Who was this crazy person’s boss? 

Luckily, she wasn’t hit or shoved again for the rest of that day. She was left completely alone, though. 

Another few days passed before anything of note occurred. Sakura, feeling helpless and defeated, had begun brainstorming ways to either escape or die trying. Her death would help Sasuke, yet she’d like to at least tell him goodbye. That was the only thing keeping her going. 

On that fateful day, something new happened. The princess’ captor wasn’t alone. He was arguing with whoever’d joined him. She could hear his irritated voice as they approached from down the hall, “-it matter? It’s not like we’re gonna fuckin’ let her go either way!” 

The second person spoke quietly enough that she wasn’t able to get a read on their voice or words, just that they did respond. Then, the door unlocked and opened. The usual man sounded uncomfortable, which was odd, “Have you, uh, y’know….?” Sakura waited for him to continue. After a pause, he did, though he sounded angrier, “You haven’t had a woman’s bleed, have you?” 

Just like that, the world came to a standstill for the poor, captive princess. A choked sound passed her lips when she desperately tried to ask just how long she’d been there. 

‘Oh, God! Oh, no! Sasuke was supposed to have killed me by now! I never even considered the chance of conceiving!’ 

A cold, emotionless voice interrupted her panic attack, “Are you with child?” 

Tears flooded the cloth over her eyes, making it stick to her skin as she nodded, bowing low and holding her head in her hands. 

Sakura didn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t for the more familiar captor to cackle loudly, “We hit the jackpot, Kakuzu! We’ll make more by selling a princess pregnant with a royal brat!” The woman shoved uselessly against him when he grabbed her arm and yanked her upright. “We’ll be set for life!” “Release her, Idiot! We’ll report this and wait for further instruction. The money is guaranteed this way.” 

So, the woman was left alone again. Like always, the tight cloth over her eyes couldn’t be removed, just as the collar around her neck couldn’t. 

As more days passed, Sakura’s spirit weakened further. She spent a lot of time praying to be rescued so that an innocent child wouldn’t be put in danger, especially one belonging to her sweet and gentle husband. There wasn’t a single moment where the princess wondered if Sasuke was searching for her. She knew he was. She just didn’t know if he’d make it in time. Now that her life wasn’t the only one on the line, Sakura wasn’t considering taking her own life. No, she was going to get out of here before giving birth, even if it meant having to do it all by herself. 

Sorry for the shorter chapter. I wanted to get an update out there since you’ve all been patiently waiting.

I just finished my last final on Friday, so I should go back to updating at least once a week going forward. Here’s to another school year completed!

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SasuSaku: Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 26 (Mature Content)

Sakura’s body pressed against Sasuke’s as she cried. The prince was in a state of half-concern and half-shock. Never did he think he’d have a wife, much less one with which he’d become mentally and physically intimate. He’d blocked out most of his memories of the time Akuma had used his body to do the unthinkable to one of his previous fiancees, but he was certain it didn’t feel anything close to as incredible as what they just did together. 

He waited for his trembling wife to calm a bit before carefully sliding out of her. She winced, but said nothing as he lay beside her. Instead, she turned onto her side to face him with a pink face. The prince was in awe. He still couldn’t believe what they’d just done. 

‘It’s like we’re just normal newlyweds on their honeymoon.’ 

Normal. That was something he’d never had the privilege of describing himself as. 

Sasuke wanted to experience it again and again, to share this new discovery with Sakura until they were too tired to continue. He wanted to feel her soft skin and warmth, to see the absolute trust in her eyes. He wanted to show her how much he loves her, though actions alone would never be enough to truly explain. 

‘Is it normal to feel this way?’ 

There was an urge to ask someone who’d know the answer, but there wasn’t a person like that in his life. He felt overwhelmingly protective and obsessed over Sakura. It was like they were now miraculously completely in-tune with one another. 

“I feel like….” the pink-haired woman interrupted his thoughts. She blushed, searching his face with curiosity on her pretty features, “I feel like we were one. We were….together.” 

Warmth met the prince’s ears as affection fluttered in the pit of his stomach. ‘She’s experiencing the exact same thing as me right now.’ Sasuke kissed his wife, absently pushing her hair away from her face. 

Her arm slid around him as their kiss deepened, a tiny moan passing her lips. Sasuke couldn’t help it. His wife was too enchanting. She didn’t seem to mind his affection, either, so he continued. 

‘If she tells me to stop, or even seems uncomfortable, I’ll obey.’ 

His tongue slid into her mouth, brushing gently against hers. The organ between his legs twitched, reawakened by the heat radiating from Sakura’s own sex. Then, he was inside her once more, moving more slowly than during their first encounter. 

It was like hot silk hugging him tightly. It pulled him in and tried to keep him there, and Sasuke didn’t want to ever escape. He wanted to bury himself into Sakura, as territorial and possessive as the urge was. He wanted to leave his mark, to claim his wife permanently. 

He must’ve instinctually adjusted his movements because Sakura tore away from their kiss with a breathy moan, her pink hair messy and damp with sweat on the pillows, “Sasuke!” His name on her lips only heightened his yearning. 

Rather than kiss the woman again, the prince watched her flushed face and attempted to memorize the stunning picture. Almost naturally, he wrapped an arm under Sakura and lifted her before turning so he was lying on his back and she was straddling his lap. 

Their movements slowed substantially as her face turned bright red, “I don’t know how to….” She mumbled bashfully while attempting to hide her nude body. 

“Don’t hide from your husband,” Sasuke said, immediately wondering what’d come over him. 

The word “husband” seemed to erase the hesitance in Sakura, and she nodded, “Am I, um, am I doing this correctly?” 

It was great, the way she moved her hips, but Sasuke couldn’t help but notice her lack of response to the stimulation, “Does it feel good for you?” She didn’t verbally respond, but paused her actions. He gently ran his hands up her thighs to hold her hips, “Do what makes you feel good. I’m here for your pleasure.” 

The blush on her face revamped. She nodded before coming down to gently kiss his lips. Then, Sakura tried moving again. Cautiously, she bucked her hips this way and that, adjusting her positioning and angle until a rhythm developed that Sasuke could tell she enjoyed. He could feel her tighten and clench around him. 

‘She’s beautiful,’ he thought while watching her ride him. 

The view, plus the sensations, made it hard to focus. The prince had to bate his breath and try to keep his wits about him. 

Sakura’s hesitance gradually faded until she was moving with an aura of desperation and confidence. It was all Sasuke could do to restrain himself as he guided her hips. As promised, he’d speak her name in breathy tones anytime his left her mouth. 

Just when he felt her begin to tighten around him, a sure sign that she was nearing her climax, a familiar pain shot through his body. A forced groan left his lips as his back arched. Unconsciously, his grip on Sakura’s hips tightened. 

The pink-haired woman moaned in surprise. A hiccup interrupted their tempo, and she gasped for breath while coming down to caress her husband’s face. Words weren’t needed because he could see the concern on her face. 

He glanced between her face and where their bodies were connected and nodded, “Keep going. Hurry.” 

She nodded and did as instructed. 

‘She hasn’t realized how late it is. If I don’t tell her, she’ll be able to finish before the shift completes.’ 

Sasuke was enamored with the task and idea of giving this slender and shy woman pleasure. He wasn’t thinking straight because the urge to feel her tremble and shake like earlier was entirely too strong. 

His pulse raced as he felt her climax, his, and the shift approaching. Desperate to end things before The Curse could take over, Sasuke pressed up into Sakura each time she came down on him. It was coming, he could tell. 

‘Just…a..little…..more…!’ 

Familiar agony swept through his nervous system. What was once the body of a prince was then the body of a demon. Akuma couldn’t move a muscle before Sakura came down to press herself against him, a helpless and whiny moan passing her lips as she fell into an abyss of pleasure around his cock. 

Now, the demon had come to care for the woman more than he thought he could any other being but himself. Having her naked and riding him was something he couldn’t possibly resist, so he kept his mouth shut to not interrupt her climax. 

He wrapped his arms tightly around her tiny form to hold her in place as he thrusted up into her with all his might. ‘This will likely be my only chance to feel such bliss, so I have to make the most of it.’ 

Akuma kept his eyes closed so she wouldn’t be able to tell the shift had occurred, though she kept her face buried in his chest as she clung to him for dear life. 

It was what he imagined heaven would be like, having sex with the pure little flower that was his sacrifice. She was as sweet as nectar. Even sweaty, her skin was soft and supple. 

Once Sakura had come down from her bliss, the demon carefully maneuvered her onto her stomach and re-entered from behind with his knees on either side of her hips. ‘She won’t be able to see me this way,’ he thought when beginning to thrust into her again. 

Her moans were music to his ears as she squirmed beneath him. He held her waist with one large hand, the other holding his weight as he studied how appealing her bottom looked as she took all of him in. Sexy. Enchanting. Her body was addicting, like the most powerful of drugs. She was- “A-Ah! Sasuke, that hurts!” 

Just like that, Akuma snapped out of his lustful daze and realized he’d lost control of himself. He’d used too much force, not to mention his nails had dug small crescent shapes into her hip. The demon froze completely, red eyes wide. Before Sakura could turn to look at him, he pulled out and disappeared into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He glared at his reflection, recalling the prince’s threat to not take advantage of Sakura. 

“It wasn’t my intention to harm her. I couldn’t stop myself!” he hissed at his reflection, knowing the prince was likely stewing with rage. 

“Sasuke?” A soft knock came at the door. Akuma looked at it in a panic. He didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing. After a period of silence, Sakura’s voice came again, softer this time, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. It’s alright, Sasuke. Come out.” 

He looked out the window to see that the sun had nearly set. ‘Any moment now, she’ll realize the truth if I don’t do something.’ Filled with self-disgust, Akuma faked a pained groan, pretending to be the prince experiencing the shift. 

Sakura must’ve believed the lie because she spoke in an understanding tone, “O-Oh, that’s why you left…. It’s alright. I’ll be in the den whenever you’re ready to come out. Please don’t think I’m upset.”

Akuma didn’t respond, again, and instead waited a few moments before returning his glare to the mirror, eyes falling to the still-erect organ between his legs. His inhuman instincts were screaming to go out there and finish what he’d started. It wasn’t normal for a demon to be concerned for anyone’s comfort but his or her own. Still disgusted with himself for how he’d lost control, he turned away from the mirror and begrudgingly proceeded to take care of the issue on his own.

Later, after calming down, the demon left the bathroom to find Sakura still curled up in the mountain of pillows and blankets in front of the fireplace, though she was wearing a bathrobe and no longer nude. 

A charming blush colored her cheeks as she watched him approach and come to lay at her side, “Hello, Akuma.” 

He desperately tried to act normally so as to not give himself away. With a smirk, he said, “I didn’t think the cowardly prince would ever approach you in earnest.” 

Sakura shook her head before burying her face in a pillow and groaning, her feet kicking a bit, “Don’t tease me…. I’m embarrassed enough.”

The memory of how she’d felt squeezing around him, the blissful expression on her face as she gave the prince her most precious of experiences came to mind. A bitter taste met Akuma’s tongue and he averted his gaze to watch the dancing flames of the fireplace. He wished it was him she longed for. He wished it could’ve been him to introduce her to the arts of passion. The demon was jealous, green with the darkest of envies. 

Though the woman was rather innocent to many of the world’s intricacies, she wasn’t completely numb to the atmosphere. She picked up on his aura and sobered up, “Did you see everything?” 

He nodded, swallowing hard. Sakura followed his lead and turned her gaze to the fire. 

The pair sat in silence for a bit before she broke it, “I… I love him, Akuma. We are married.” 

“I know, Flower,” he unintentionally snapped. Taking a calming breath, he added, “Even a demon like me can see the difference in your affection for him compared to the rest of the world.” 

She surprised him by scooting closer, so her arm brushed his as they continued to watch the flames, “If it turns out that I can choose my path after death, I’ll find you.” 

Akuma looked at her in disbelief. 

The woman offered a bittersweet smile, “That way you won’t be alone again.” 

It was then that the demon realized he wasn’t just fond of this fragile human woman. 

He was in love with her.

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SasuSaku: Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 25-Mature Content Warning!

Sakura couldn’t sleep. Just a few hours ago, she and Sasuke almost took a very important step in their relationship. If Akuma hadn’t begun to take over the prince’s body, they definitely would’ve gone through with it. It was the way the Uchiha man had been more honest because of his slight fever that gave her the courage to face her fear. Now that his curse had successfully gained control, that charming sincerity was easy to forget. As a result, the anxiety had returned. 

Akuma suddenly turned onto his side to cuddle the pinkette, running a hand up her back and into her hair, where he gently massaged her scalp. His deep voice hinted that he was acutely aware of her current state, “Flowers need rest or they’re susceptible to wilting.” 

She closed her eyes and took a calming breath while enjoying the sensation, “Akuma….” 

They were both quiet for a moment before the curse ceased his massage and grunted. He slid his arms around the princess and pulled her close so her back was pressed to his front. His face was buried in her hair as he grumbled almost begrudgingly, “You’re afraid of the prince.” 

“No!” Sakura said quickly. “Sasuke would never hurt me. I know that. It’s just….”  

Another long pause occurred. Eventually, Akuma broke it, “You’re concerned you won’t be able to withstand it.” 

Tears welled in the woman’s eyes as she sniffled, pulling her husband’s hand from her stomach up to her face to study it in the dark room, “I want to make him happy, but I’m worried I won’t be able to overcome my memories.” 

“A scarred goddess you may be, but a goddess you are, nonetheless.” Sakura closed her eyes when his large hand gently cupped her jaw, her lips pressing to his palm. Akuma whispered uncharacteristically comfortingly, his thumb brushing against her cheek, “A great demon such as myself needs no magic to confirm that idiot prince has unending patience for this princess.”

The pinkette allowed his words and gestures to calm her a bit. A bittersweet emotion flooded her heart as she realized the situation they were in. She nuzzled her face into his palm with a frown, earning a sound of approval from the demon. “I-I’m sorry, Akuma. This must be difficult for you.” 

“You insult me, Pet,” he replied half-amusedly, “As if comforting a weeping damsel would burden something of my strength.” 

Sakura had to remind herself then that Sasuke was able to hear and see all that occurred while Akuma was in control. She gritted her teeth and said nothing for a long time. Eventually, her overwhelmed mind had her lips moving again, “Of all the things I’ve attempted in my life, this is one thing I cannot fail. Sasuke deserves better than someone like me.” 

The hand against her lips swiftly moved down to clasp firmly around her neck, not tight enough to cut off air flow but enough to shock her. “You will not utter such nonsense, understood?” She couldn’t respond because she was too surprised. The hand loosened when Akuma appeared to realize that, “The affections, much less the embrace, of something so pure is something of which I consider no being worthy.” 

Warmth met Sakura’s face, her brow furrowing as she bashfully forced herself to be sincere, “A-Akuma…. Please give me advice. I’m scared.” 

Suddenly, she was on her back, the demon glaring down at her with Sasuke’s handsome face, “You dare ask me to instruct you on how to please another man? I may have accepted my fate but don’t mistake that for complete surrender.” Before the woman could even come up with a reply, his expression mysteriously changed to one of realization, then he was changing his response, “Though, who am I to deny an ill-fated princess pleasure in her final days?” 

‘What is going through his mind? Why did he change his mind so quickly?’ 

Confused, Sakura nodded. 

Akuma lifted her chin to claim her gaze firmly, his tone low and sensual as though he was barely controlling himself, “Weaker demons would take advantage of this situation to claim you for themselves.” The blush on Sakura’s face heated further. She was too stunned to react. “If I offer physical instruction, you’ll endanger yourself, so words will have to suffice.” 

“Okay….” 

Awkwardly, the woman waited for him to begin giving her advice, only for him to smile and lay down at her side. She turns to face him, unsure of what was happening. 

“There is no advice that pertains to every man and woman other than doing what feels pleasurable. Tell that idiot prince when you like or dislike something, and he’ll do the rest, I’m sure.” 

‘He keeps getting upset and then calming down so quickly tonight. Is he alright?’ 

The air had obviously tensed, so the princess hesitantly asked, “Are you angry?” 

Akuma’s eyes closed as he placed his hands behind his head, “Does the fact that I’m not the one with the privilege of exploring every inch of your skin leave me unsettled?” He needn’t answer such a question because the truth was evident. 

Feeling guilty, somehow, Sakura turned onto her back, too, and tried to fall asleep once more. She wasn’t sure if she felt more reassured after that conversation or not. All she knew was that she was determined to be brave for her husband’s sake. 

In the morning, Sakura awoke to a surprising sight. Sasuke was still asleep at her side. She was half-cuddled into his side, so she studied his relaxed face while she had the chance. Akuma almost always discarded the prince’s shirt, so his warm skin was bare. The softest hint of morning light slid through the curtains to provide vision enough to admire Sasuke’s beautiful body. The woman had never been comfortable with physical touch with anyone, much less men, but that was a fading fact the closer she became with the prince. He didn’t like it even more than her most of the time, but he’d never once pushed her away, even when it was obvious he wanted to. 

‘He’s so considerate of me,’ she thought, eyes drifting down to his neck and shoulders. 

Warmth and affection fluttered in the pit of her stomach. She appreciated everything he’d done for her since their meeting. Reminiscing in their time together reminded her of why she was willing to lay her life on the line for his happiness. Sasuke Uchiha was a wonderful person. He deserved the freedom he’d unfairly been denied all these years. 

He suddenly groaned, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. His brow furrowed. With the hand not connected to the arm around Sakura, he reached up to rub his eyes. The fingers at the small of her back twitched as the man seemed to notice her presence. Then, he froze, slowly moving his fingers from his eyes to glance at her with tired eyes. 

She nervously averted her gaze, lowering her head and tightening her hold around his waist while waiting for him to say something. ‘Will he be angry at me for asking Akuma for advice, or that I cuddled with him?’ 

Another groan left him moments later, and his hand ran up her back to hold her more firmly, “I’m not upset.” 

Sakura cautiously lifted her head to meet his gaze. He seemed as awkward as usual, but he didn’t appear irritated in any way. His lips remained in a tense frown as he searched her face. “But….” 

“Though it might not always be under my control, this body is still your husband’s. So long as certain lines aren’t crossed, I won’t blame you for needing attention.” 

Sakura blushed, ‘I never thought I’d be someone who required affection, but he’s right. If Akuma wasn’t there to comfort me last night, I wouldn’t have gotten any sleep and might’ve even had a panic attack in my anxiety.’ 

She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she mumbled nervously, “Just as you’ve corrected me, I can’t accept having rights to your body simply because we’re wed. If you’re uncomfortable, please don’t hesitate to tell me. I want to properly respect you.”

As though he responded on autopilot, barely a second could pass before the prince spoke, also sitting up so that the blanket fell to his hips and left his bare torso open to the cold air, “You’re not just my wife but my lover. The Demon’s advice wasn’t incorrect.” He rolled his neck, with a grimace before rubbing his shoulder almost shyly, avoiding Sakura’s wide-eyed gaze, “If there’s something you want or need, if it’s within my abilities, you’ll have it.” 

‘I never expected him to be so direct!’ She also averted her gaze bashfully, “Likewise. If there’s anything I can do for you, please tell me.” 

Things were a bit tense between the couple as they took turns bathing and freshening up before Sakura prepared a late breakfast. Then, after the meal, both appeared unsure of what to say or do. 

The pinkette glanced between her husband’s rigid frame as he stoked the fireplace, the doorway to the bedroom, and the door to the cabin itself while trying to figure out how to ease the situation. She noticed the massive horse eating some hay in the stable outside and an idea popped into her head, “Um, Sasuke?” 

He made an acknowledging sound without turning to look her way. “Shall we go for a ride to get some fresh air?” 

That seemed to garner his full attention because he looked over his shoulder with a guarded expression. After searching her face for a moment, he nodded curtly, “Dress warmly.” 

So, a while later, the duo was out in the stables. Sakura was still wary of the large beast and remained a step behind her husband as they approached it. When it noticed them, it didn’t hesitate to walk up to Sasuke, who smoothly ran a hand up its face to its neck, where he patted it almost affectionately. Sakura watched in awe as the man’s eyes softened while speaking quietly to the horse. 

‘He likes horses, doesn’t he?’ Seeing him being gentle with an animal made her heart flutter. She studied the warmth in his expression, ‘Will he ever look at me like that? I think I’d melt if he did.’ 

“Don’t be afraid. Come here.” 

The woman jumped in surprise, blushing at having been caught staring as she accepted Sasuke’s outreached hand and allowed him to guide her closer. Her fingers trembled as she cautiously touched the animal’s mane. 

“His name is Shadow.” 

A smile tugged at the pinkette’s lips as she gradually became more comfortable since Shadow seemed to enjoy her caresses, “...He seems so powerful.” To Sakura’s surprise, a chuckle met her ears. She looked at Sasuke’s face in confusion, blushing brightly when she saw he had a hand to his mouth to muffle the sound. 

He shook his head moments later and forced his face to become passive again, “He’s essentially a big dog.” She was confused until he picked up some hay and offered it to the beast, who eagerly took it with a chuffing sound. “He’ll obey just about anyone who feeds him something tasty.” 

The pair accidentally met gazes before looking away. 

“Let’s get going, then,” the prince said without delay. 

Sakura nodded, watching him expertly mount the horse. He then reached down to offer her a hand, caution evident in his dark eyes. Recalling how he’d kept her safe during their travels on the way to this cabin, she gave him her trust and allowed him to pull her up with stunning ease. The air left her lungs when her back brushed against his front. She tensed as the horse began walking out of the stable and into the snow-covered path leading into the woods surrounding the cabin. 

At first, she struggled to remember how to relax her hips into the horse’s movements. That changed when a snow rabbit suddenly darted across the path they were galloping along on, causing Shadow to suddenly rear up onto his hind legs, neighing in surprise. 

Sakura yelped, only for a strong arm to wrap around her middle, holding her firmly to her husband so that she wouldn’t fall off while the beast came back down and began trotting along again. Little puffs of clouds left both her and Sasuke’s mouths as they breathed heavily. The heat from his body was bleeding into her skin from between their clothes because of how close they were. 

‘...He hasn’t let go.’ Indeed, his arm was around her middle, his hand gripping her opposite waist tightly as though he was concerned she’d faint if he moved an inch. 

The only sound other than Shadow’s hoofs hitting the ground was their breathing. She prayed she wouldn’t make a fool of herself or panic as she recalled Akuma’s advice. ‘I’m scared, but it’s not the fear I’m used to. Do I…? Yes, I think I might like it when he holds me like this.’ Shivering with anxiety and cold, Sakura bravely forced her body to relax against Sasuke’s, a hand cupping his on her waist. His breath noticeably hitched, but neither said a word as the ride continued. 

Sakura’s heart was pounding so loudly she was sure her husband could hear it. She felt small against his larger frame. It was as though she was a child compared to his muscular body. The fact was intimidating, but it also stirred something inside her she’d never felt. It was an almost anxious feeling but not so uncomfortable. She didn’t know how to identify it, but her body sure wanted her to do something about it. She just wasn’t sure what that was. A shiver ran down her spine as she realized she could feel every breath Sasuke made against her. 

He evidently took that as her becoming too cold because he guided Shadow to turn around, “Let’s go back.” 

A tiny sound of confirmation left her lips, but she couldn’t possibly form words in her bewildered state. 

The entire ride back to the stables was silent. By the time they arrived, Sakura was nearly sweating. Sasuke climbed off the horse first, then turned to offer her a hand. She took it, unable to meet his gaze. Something, she didn’t know what, would happen if she did. 

‘I should excuse myself to freshen up once we’re inside so I can calm down and catch my breath.’ 

That was the woman’s plan, but her legs nearly gave out when she tried to take a step toward the stable’s exit. An increasingly familiar, strong arm wrapped around her waist, turning her naturally toward its owner so her hands pressed against Sasuke’s chest. Their eyes met and the duo froze. The heat in Sakura’s entire body rose, only to flush down into the pit of her stomach. Without realizing what she was doing, the woman gently tugged on her husband’s shirt so he’d come closer. Then, the newlyweds were kissing. 

It was soft, cautious, at first. Her eyes had closed on instinct, but they crept open when Sasuke pulled away a bit. The man searched her face with a serious expression as though waiting for her to reject him. When it didn’t happen, his eyes danced down to her lips and back up before he kissed her again, more deeply this time. Sasuke’s lips were soft and warm until Sakura felt a wet heat slip past her teeth. 

‘Is that….Is that his tongue?!’ 

It was her first time kissing someone so deeply, but she didn’t outwardly panic and hesitantly allowed him to take the lead. A tiny squeak escaped from between them as the woman’s back hit the stable wall, Sasuke’s hand coming to cup her cheek as he angled his head to deepen the kiss even further. Her fingers clutched his shirt like her life depended on it as she did her best to reciprocate what he was doing. It was…hot, his tongue. The sensation of it swirling intimately with her own, not to mention the taste of his saliva, made Sakura’s knees weak once more. 

Sasuke pulled back after a few moments, his lips moving against hers as they stared at one another through half-lidded eyes, “Are you alright?” 

She kissed him with a flushed face, unable to get enough of his affection, “Mhm.” 

A strange expression she didn’t recognize met his handsome features, and then he was picking her up like a princess and carrying her toward the cabin. She was startled, looking between his focused face and the nearing doorway. Her blood was rushing with anticipation. 

Before she knew it, she was laying on her back amidst pillows and blankets spread out in front of the burning fireplace, Sasuke kissing her just as eagerly as he had outside. Her fingers trembled as she nervously released his shirt to flatten her palms to his chest. Sasuke was everywhere, everything. His heat chased away every bit of the cold along with the warmth of the fireplace. If it wasn’t his lips and tongue possessively moving amidst hers, it was the way his calloused fingers would brush against her cheek, her neck, her hands. 

Never, not once, did he move swiftly or become too rough. Though it was only in the back of Sakura’s mind in her extremely preoccupied mind, she didn’t take for granted how concerned he was with scaring her. The prince was going at an extremely slow pace for her sake. He was giving her the constant ability to stop him. 

Minutes of passionate kissing passed before the woman had to come up for air. Sasuke picked up on it and naturally dipped down to press slow, sensual kisses into her neck. He spoke between presses of his lips to her damp skin, “Go ahead.” 

‘Is he able to read my mind or has he come to understand me so easily after all the time we’ve spent together?’ 

Sakura wasn’t sure about that, but she deemed it a question for later. Instead, she unbuttoned her husband’s shirt with fumbling fingers. Once it was entirely undone, he made short work of sliding it off his arms and tossing it aside before coming back down to reclaim her lips. 

The heat in the pit of the woman’s stomach was gradually moving even lower, and she was clueless on what to do about that. Her legs squeezed together instinctually, a soft moan becoming lost between their mouths. Sasuke was usually a bit awkward, having to often ask for clarity on matters others might deem simple. Today, though, he seemed more confident than usual. The hand on her cheek left to grab hers and press it to his bare chest. He carefully slowed their kiss. Sakura’s eyes opened again as he slid his tongue from hers. 

Both were breathing more heavily than usual. They said nothing as he put his weight on his knees so he could free his other hand. With the movement, the princess’s hand slid to his abdomen, her pulse skyrocketing further as she felt the muscles beneath his pale skin. 

“I’ll undress you.” 

Her eyes heatedly met his and she nodded, watching silently as Sasuke took his time unbuttoning her dress’s front. Though her confidence faltered, Sakura didn’t stop him and even aided him in slipping the garment off over her head. His eyes didn’t leave hers when he then unzipped her skirts and slid them down her legs. The unbearable heat in the woman’s loins faltered. 

‘My scars! I forgot he’ll see them! Will he find me ugly because of them?’ 

To her confusion, the man didn’t even look at her body as he dipped down to give her a chaste kiss. He held himself up with one hand and used the other to guide her back into an arch so he could unhook her brassiere. 

She bashfully averted her gaze with her hands on his shoulder. ‘I don’t want to see the disappointment on his face when he realizes how plain and unsightly my body is. It might just break my heart.’ 

The prince said nothing, but dipped down to press gentle kisses to her neck, her shoulder, down her chest, to her stomach where he reached up to cup one of her breasts. Sakura’s breath hitched and she looked down to see the prince’s heated gaze studying her slim figure. Now, the inexperienced woman had never willingly been in such a situation, but somehow she just knew what that expression meant. She blushed, bashfully reaching down to run her fingers through his hair. She shivered excitedly when his calloused hand gently squeezed her breast. 

Soon, Sasuke sat back on his knees again, this time studying his wife’s face as he removed the remainder of her undergarments, parted her legs, and angled them around his hips. When he unbuttoned his own pants, the woman covered her face, “I-I’m afraid….” 

The man stopped what he was doing. After a brief pause, he ran a hand up her hip to hold her waist. His voice was gentle in a way she’d only heard a few times before, “You’re safe. I promise.” 

Tears welled in her eyes as she squeezed them closed. Her voice wavered, “Can I… Can I keep my eyes open? If I can’t see you, I can’t help but remember-” “Look at me.” 

Sakura peeked between her fingers, to see him watching her patiently. He was entirely unclothed, but she didn’t dare look below his torso. She was much too intimidated by the situation. When she couldn’t bring herself to move, Sasuke carefully took her hands in his and moved them from her face before coming down to kiss her. He spoke between presses of his lips to hers, “Keep your eyes on me.” 

Sakura’s terror melted with her husband’s kisses and small, reassuring remarks until he felt it was time to try continuing where they’d left off. While the Uchiha prince’s tongue flirted with the idea of slipping into her mouth again, he slid his hand from her waist downward, between her legs. A great shiver ran down her spine when she felt him hesitantly massage her most sensitive area. Dark eyes remained locked on hers the entire time. 

He spoke against her lips as he began feeling about for a sweet spot, “This is also my first time willingly, so we’ll learn together, alright?” 

The woman hadn’t known that. She nodded quickly, her back arching as a strange sensation arose from where he was touching. He pulled back a bit, glancing between them. Gently, he repeated what he’d done, making Sakura’s breath hitch and drawing his attention back to her reddening face. 

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. Some of the tension in his shoulders appeared to ease as his fingers moved more confidently, “Does that feel good?” 

“I-I think so, yes,” Sakura mumbled, too scared to move or look away from his face. 

“You’re wet,” he whispered into her skin, dipping down to kiss her chest. 

The pinkette bit back some kind of sound that tried to escape her as the prince began focusing all his motions on that one spot that sent odd, exciting sensations up her body, “Is that bad?” She was embarrassed. 

Sasuke made a negative sound, glancing up warmly, “It means that your body likes my body.” He continued what he was doing while gradually decreasing his hesitance. His low voice rumbled against Sakura’s skin as he explained, “If you aren’t wet, it hurts when you have sex.” 

Without thinking, the woman began to ask, “Is that why it-!” She clamped her mouth shut, and the man ceased his actions. Her brow furrowed as she immediately began apologizing, “I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” “It’s fine.” 

He kissed her with a serious frown, “As much as I wish this was your first experience, I can’t change history.” He kissed her again, “I’ll replace those memories with new ones, alright?”

Sakura nodded, cupping his cheek with watery eyes. He returned to what he was doing before until the mood had returned to how it was before her slip-up. Soon, he was pressed against her with studious eyes searching for any sign of trouble. 

“I’ll try putting it in,” the prince said. One of his hands was on his wife’s lower abdomen while the other was between her legs so he could guide himself. 

She still couldn’t bring herself to look away from his face and became tense with fear when she felt a terrifyingly familiar pressure against her entrance. Tears flooded her vision immediately, her teeth gritting. The prince stopped, causing her pulse to quicken in panic. She shook her head while blinking to clear her vision, “N-No, don’t stop.” 

It took a moment for Sasuke to respond. When he did, he pressed inside only slightly more before coming down to wipe at his wife’s falling tears, “You don’t have to if you’re not ready.” Sakura leaned into one of his hands’ touch, “I want you to have my body. Please keep going.” 

A warm sound rumbled from Sasuke’s chest. He took a deep breath, “Then open your eyes.” When he began pressing further into Sakura, his voice became forced, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he made the woman’s heart flutter by saying, “When you feel scared, say my name to remind yourself that it’s me, not him. As many times as you need.” 

Feeling unsure, Sakura shakily asked, “Will you say my name back?” 

‘When he talks, I feel a little calmer.’ 

The man kissed her with an affirming sound. 

So, after taking a moment to gather themselves, Sasuke pulled back to slide himself the rest of the way inside. Sakura winced when she felt him press against her walls, ‘He’s bigger than Hihara was. It stings a little….’ 

The prince’s name left her lips as she reached for his shoulders again. Like an echo, Sasuke whispered hers right back. He intertwined their fingers on one hand, kissed the tip of her nose, and then began moving. His jaw flexed as he did. 

For a bit, neither made much noise as they figured out how things worked and what felt good. It surprised Sakura, but the small ache faded rather quickly. What she thought she’d never enjoy after her terrible first encounter soon began to feel not-uncomfortable. 

Her breath hitched when a cramped feeling met the small of her back. Sasuke released her hand to run his fingers down her chest to her waist, where he gripped. His gaze was warm and lustful, as was his voice as he breathed the words, “Relax you hips. Like when we’re riding Shadow.” 

“Okay…!” She gasped while following his advice.

Then she lost control of her eyes. They traveled down her husband’s torso to his lower abdomen. Her stomach flipped as she watched his muscles flex as his hips ground into hers at a steady pace. She could feel him watching her and shyly met his gaze again. 

‘I’m okay. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to do this, but I can, so long as it’s Sasuke.’ 

His jaw flexed, a small, attractive sound rumbling his chest. A rasp met his tone that was new, “Don’t squeeze like that if you want me to last.” Sakura gasped as she felt him twitch inside her, his tempo stuttering.

She blushed, “Sorry.” 

He shook his head with a tiny smirk, coming down to kiss her over and over. 

It wasn’t long before something unfamiliar began to happen to Sakura’s body. A tight, electric feeling began to coil in her lower regions. It’d flare with each thrust of Sasuke’s hips. By this point, both had a thin sheen of sweat coating their hot skin. Though her body clearly wanted to continue toward this new sensation, Sakura became unsure because it was something she’d never experienced before. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what it was. Her sexual knowledge was still very much lacking. 

A tiny moan escaped her when Sasuke hit something inside her for the first time. Her back arched and her hands fumbled to grab onto whatever part of him she could, “S-Sasuke, that-!” 

Sasuke allowed her to cling to him, looking between them with his forehead against her shoulder, “Stay relaxed, Sakura. Don’t tense up.” He breathed heavily when the woman naturally squeezed him again, “God, you’re close. I can feel it.” 

The tightness heightened at the sound of his breathy voice, causing a louder moan to leave the woman. She released him, instead reaching up to hold handfuls of pillows. The Uchiha man’s eyes widened as he watched her back arch and her head fall back in pleasure. She whined in an unexpectedly sexual voice, her brow furrowed and eyes heavy-lidded, “Close? Close to what?” 

‘He knows what’s about to happen? That means it’s okay, right? He wouldn’t keep going if it was a bad thing.’ 

A low moan left the prince’s lips. He held Sakura’s waist with both hands, pressed his hips more firmly against hers so her legs would part further, and settled into a better tempo with a face that said he was in for the long haul if need be. 

Sakura had no idea what had come over her. Her body wasn’t obeying her, and sounds she’d never made were leaving her lips. One moment, she realized whatever was going to happen was seconds away, and then she was enveloped entirely with a heavenly pleasure she never imagined she’d feel. Hell, she wasn’t sure how the body could comprehend such a thing. 

Sasuke let out a relieved sound, pressing into her fully and breathing heavily while bending over to study her face, “There you go. It feels good, doesn’t it?” He twitched and pulsed within her, but he didn’t stop trying to comfort her, “You’re okay. We did it.” 

An odd, heated sensation pooled within her on the tail end of whatever brilliant thing was happening to her body. Finally, she was able to breathe again and panted for air, tears slowly rolling down the sides of her face to drip into her hair, “Sasu…ke….” 

The tiniest hint of a smile met the prince’s lips and then he was kissing her again.

 ‘We actually did it.’ 

The reality of the situation suddenly hit Sakura and a sob got caught in her throat. Sasuke acted unsurprised and freed her lips to kiss her forehead, brushing sweaty strands of pink hair from his wife’s face. All she could do was hug him and repeat the words “Thank you,” over and over. 

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Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 24

‘Why did I kiss her? She’s probably confused,’ Sasuke splashed cold water onto his face before glaring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. 

His body had moved on his own out there. It was because Sakura was being her usual supportive self as though her life wasn’t quite literally in the balance. He knew his actions were baffling her. One minute he’d be enjoying their time together, and then he’d be struck with the realization that their days are numbered, and his mood falls through the floor. Then, repeat. 

‘I can’t help myself. Not now that there’s no reason to hide,’ he looked at the closed door and imagined Sakura out there. He frowned, ‘It’s not fair to force these feelings onto her. She’s already sacrificing so much for me.’ 

Though The Curse had behaved surprisingly well these past days, Sasuke still sent an intimidating sneer at his reflection, knowing he’d be able to see it. He whispered so only he could hear, “She’s not to be taken advantage of. There are still ways to punish you if you hurt her.” 

For the rest of the day, Sakura noticeably attempted to stay out of his way. It was clear she thought she’d done something to offend him, but Sasuke couldn’t find the right words to reassure her that wasn’t the case. In fact, the quiet young woman had been more than perfect. She cooked, cleaned, and read the books she’d brought along for the trip. 

The next morning, Sasuke groaned. He turned onto his side and curled further into a ball. ‘I have such a headache…. What is this?’ Time passed in a dizzy blur, but then he snapped out of it when something cold touched his forehead. His eyes shot open to see Sakura’s concerned face. 

She held his hair out of his face while dabbing it with a wet towel, “You have a fever.” 

Just like yesterday, Sasuke’s body moved on its own. Words he wanted to say that he normally would bite back left his lips without hindrance, “I don’t get sick.” His hand softly landed at her waist, bunching a loose handful of her dress there. Something was wrong with him today, that was for sure. He didn’t have the ability to hold back his true thoughts and feelings like usual. 

Sakura didn’t seem to mind his hand and ignored it. Her frown deepened as she leaned further over to focus on her task, “The body doesn’t lie, Sasuke. Please stay in bed today.” 

The woman helped him drink some water and eat some thin soup, and then she turned to leave the room, but he stopped her, “Stay.” 

She faced him with a look of evident surprise, cautiously reapproaching his bedside, “You need to rest. I’ll just keep you awake.” 

“Read to me, like you said you would,” he mumbled childishly. The pale skin of her cheeks turned a pretty red hue. She visually trembled with nervousness as she retrieved the book she was currently reading before sitting on the edge of the bed and opening it. 

‘No…. She’s too far away. I want to….’ 

He made an unhappy sound, “Sit beside me. It’ll help my fever.” 

“Sasuke….” The new princess whined under her breath as her blush tripled in brightness, but she didn’t argue further. No, she climbed into bed beside him, sitting up with a pillow behind her back. 

“What is the genre of this one?” 

“...It’s also a romance novel,” Sakura says while opening the book to the page where she left off. 

Sasuke pauses before making an observation, “You read a lot of those. I suppose our engagement hasn’t been romantic. My apologies.” 

“N-No, that’s not it!” The woman appeared to forget her bashfulness as she came to his defense, laying a hand on his head with a firm expression, “I just…I like it, is all. It has nothing to do with your actions.” 

The prince unconsciously leaned into her touch, closing his eyes and turning onto his side. Either Sakura picked up on his fevered wish for affection or forgot they were so tense around one another all day yesterday. She gently ran her fingers through his hair before returning her gaze to the book, not pulling her hand away. Her voice wasn’t all that confident as she shyly began to read aloud, “Fudo didn’t know what to do. His king had ordered him to assassinate the father of the woman he loves, but if he does that, he’ll surely lose her affections….” 

Sasuke lulled in and out of sleep, listening to his wife’s soft voice and relishing in the mild caresses she was still giving his head. Then, suddenly, he was reminded of a long-forgotten memory. It was from his childhood. He was bedridden with fever, and in Sakura’s place was Queen Mikoto Uchiha, his mother. 

He vaguely recalled the beautiful sound of her voice as she’d sing and hum to him until he fell asleep. She’d stay by his side until the fever broke, even going as far as sleeping in his childish room rather than in the extravagant room she shared with the king. The prince tried to remember how she smelled, but couldn’t and became frustrated. Suddenly, a flash of the wizard Orochimaru’s yellow eyes and wicked grin interrupted the fond memories and Sasuke woke up with a start. 

“It’s alright. It was just a fever dream,” Sakura’s voice came. His breath caught in his throat as he realized he’d hugged an arm across her lap in his sleep. Rather than push him away, Sakura had managed to scoot slightly lower to ensure his comfort without waking him. He squeezed his eyes closed, his fingers tightening around a handful of the cloth of her skirt near her hip. 

For some reason, the man felt like crying. Sure, the dream had shaken him, but to wake up being comforted by his warm and welcoming wife, the one he’d fallen for and will have to kill sometime soon, was worse. 

There was a long pause before the hand atop his head slid down into his hair, near the nape of his neck, “It’ll be alright, Sasuke. Your nightmare will be over soon, and you’ll be able to live the rest of your life happily.” 

Obviously, her words were meant to comfort him, but they did the opposite. Still somewhat feverish, the prince didn’t manage to bite back his natural response, “That is untrue.” 

The woman tensed, “Are you doubting The Curse will be able to be removed?” 

Sasuke’s eyes opened again. If he weren’t sick, he’d find a way to escape this conversation, but he was mentally and physically weakened by weeks of stress and effort. In the next blink, Sakura was lying beneath him on the mattress, hair wild amongst the pillows as she stared up at him with wide eyes. He frowned at her, hesitantly cupping her cheek, “I’m a selfish man.” 

The woman’s mouth clamped closed. It was clear she wasn’t sure what was going on. 

“I don’t want to choose between you and ridding of The Curse.” His thumb brushed against the corner of her lips, his voice becoming quieter, “I want both.” 

Tears welled in her gorgeous emerald eyes as Sakura appeared to begin comprehending what’d been plaguing the prince’s mind these past hours. She laid a hand atop his, the one cupping her cheek. Her brow furrowed, “I’m sorry, but that’s simply not possible.” 

A tear overflowed, and Sasuke frowned while watching it elegantly roll down her pale skin. When he moved his hand to wipe it, his bride sniffled and blinked as though attempting to stop crying. Suddenly, she was visually nervous. Her hands shook as she ran them up to rest against his chest. 

‘Oh,’ he looked down to see how close their bodies were to touching, how close he was to pressing directly against her. His eyes darted back up to his wife’s and he swallowed hard, ‘I didn’t realize what position we’re in. She must be uncomfortable.’ 

When he moved to get off of her, the woman’s hands shot up to his shoulders to stop him in his tracks. Electric shock froze his body as he searched Sakura’s shy expression. She searched his face in a way that took him off guard. 

Moments passed when he realized what she was trying to work up the courage to say. He brought a hand to one of hers on his chest while shaking his head. Self-disgust burnt the pit of his stomach, “I can’t ask that of you, Sakura.” Her fingers held loose handfuls of his shirt. Obviously, she wasn’t convinced. He didn’t know what else to do. He kissed her, long and firm. When he pulled back, her cheeks were an attractive pink. “You’re already sacrificing your life. I can’t put you through something like that, too.” 

Sasuke went to move away again, but stopped once more when the woman suddenly said, “What you’d do…. It wouldn’t be the same as what happened with Hihara, right?” She seemed genuinely scared yet still curious. 

Anger flooded the prince’s blood and his hesitance temporarily dissipated, “Absolutely not!” He knew she wasn’t asking if he was capable of such destruction, but it still felt like it and he had to make her understand he’d never harm her like that. He held her waist, then, running his hand up her body to cup her cheek again, where he stared deep into her eyes as though trying to communicate both with words and touch, “What I’d do and what he did are incomparable, Sakura.” 

Tears welled in her eyes once again. Her voice cracked, “Show me.” Sasuke snapped out of his angry trance and opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off, “I don’t want to die with that being my only experience.” 

She paused again, and they searched one anothers’ faces before she breathed, “I’m scared, but I trust you.” 

Sasuke’s lips moved independently, “I love you.” 

The woman’s eyes widened, her blush returning tenfold, “I-I love you, too.” His pulse quickened when she cautiously pulled him down into a kiss. Just by the way she was moving, he could tell she desperately wanted him to take the lead. He couldn’t blame her, given their history and all she’d gone through. It didn’t bother him to be the dominant one because then he could be sure things proceeded gently. The nervous woman would likely fumble with anxiety, which might lead to accidentally painful moments. 

With his resolve strengthened to make this a positive experience for the both of them, Sasuke slid a hand to the blouse of her dress, unbuttoning one button, then two, and then an all-too-familiar pain shot up his spine. 

Sakura squeaked in surprise when he suddenly pulled away, cursing under his breath. He sat back on his knees, turning his neck to look at the window and confirm the sun was nearly set. Sighing, he looked down at the heavily-breathing woman, a familiar feeling buzzing in his lower regions at the borderline sensual expression on her pretty face. 

She realized what was happening and bashfully brought a hand to her chest to block the sliver of pale skin that’d shown with the undone buttons, “Perhaps tomorrow?” 

He sighed, dipping down to kiss her once more, “Tomorrow.” 

That damn curse ruined it.

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Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 23

The couple traveled for nearly two full days via carriage before it finally came to a stop. Sakura groaned softly once her feet were on solid ground, stretching her arms above her head, only to freeze when Sasuke walked around her. They were in front of a high-end-looking stable. In fact, a middle-aged man in a suit was leading a gorgeous stallion toward them. It was the biggest animal the girl had ever seen in person.

The pinkette’s arms dropped to her sides as Sasuke approached to shake the stranger’s hand, speaking to him quietly for a moment. ‘Don’t tell me…. Are we traveling even further?’ 

Neither had spoken about the destination of their honeymoon, but the pinkette inferred from her husband’s silence on the matter that he intended for it to remain a surprise. Either that, or he was misunderstanding her lack of questions as the absence of curiosity. She turned when the carriage suddenly pulled away behind her, watching as it traveled further up the road. 

“Ready?” 

Sakura faced forward again. The man who delivered the horse was almost back to the massive stable already, and Sasuke was standing before her. She swallowed a groan and nodded. A mild blush met her face when he lifted her as gently as possible onto the horse’s back, climbing on behind her and taking the reins without delay. 

A tiny yelp passed her lips when the horse began moving, her hands darting to the beast’s mane only to freeze before touching its long, dark hair. ‘Will it respond poorly if I touch it? I’ve never been on a horse’s back before!’ 

One of the large hands holding the reins moved to her midsection. The woman looked down in surprise as Sasuke easily adjusted her position so her back was pressed against him. His voice was barely audible amidst the stallion’s galloping steps, but it still sent a shiver down her spine, “Relax your hips.” 

Sakura was so taken off guard by the situation that she found herself following his advice. Her entire being burnt with bashful heat. 

He grunted affirmatively, “It’ll come more naturally with time; just keep doing it like that.” 

She finally found her voice while attempting and failing to ignore the firm feeling of his body against her back, “This feels…indecent….” Surely the man was uncomfortable with having to be so close for an extended period. She kept having to fix her skirt so nothing above her knees would show, given that she wasn’t sitting side-saddle, too. She felt guilty that he had to cater to her lack of knowledge like this.

It was as if her words stung the man because his hand swiftly returned to the reins. A tense moment passed before he replied curtly, “Please bear with it until we arrive.” 

For some reason, Sakura felt sick then, as though she’d done something wrong. She wanted to apologize but couldn’t gather the courage. So, she gritted her teeth and did her best not to be a hindrance to the now-silent man guiding the horse. 

Time passed. It had been a few hours when the pinkette fell asleep, the previously jarring motion of the steed instead lulling her. 

Her eyes shot open in realization the moment she woke and took notice of the fact that they were no longer outside, much less on horseback. It was dark. The sheets were silky and cool beneath her already-cold skin. 

Unbelievable terror tore a strangled cry from her lips when a warm hand suddenly brushed her hair from her face. On instinct, her hands shot out to fight who her body was screaming would harm her. In the unfamiliar, dark room, the half-awake woman could only imagine the hand belonged to the person she feared most: Hihara. 

“Sakura, it’s me! It’s Akuma, stop!” 

A ragged breath left her, tears running down the sides of her face to drip onto her hair and the pillows. Emerald-colored eyes blinked rapidly, searching the dark for the familiar face that voice belonged to, “...A-Akuma…?” This time, when she felt a hand brush against her cheek, she frowned and tried to cease the tears. 

The demon’s voice was soft as he obviously tried not to further upset her. He brushed his thumb across her cheekbone soothingly, “Shh, now. Do you not recognize this warmth?” 

Sakura closed her eyes, focusing on his words. With a shaking hand, she grasped his wrist and leaned cautiously into his touch, ‘Hihara is not here.’ 

Akuma sensed her understanding of the situation and sighed, finally coming close enough that she could see Sasuke’s handsome features in the dark, if only just barely. His hand slid down to her neck before slipping back into her hair. 

His too-sharp canines almost glistened as he spoke, “Who would dare pluck a flower belonging to a demon lest they come prepared to sacrifice their soul?” 

Those words would scare Sakura if they’d come from anyone else. Instead, they put an end to her tears. She turned onto her side, as did Akuma. They stared at one another in silence for a moment before he suddenly breathed out, “You were a bride most captivating.” 

She bravely bent her arm between them to hold his hand, averting her gaze to his long fingers. 

He seemed to pick up on the fact that she wasn’t feeling talkative and sighed, his lips turning into an understanding grin, “Come closer. Your skin is chilled, Dove. The prince has established he doesn’t dislike being near his betrothed.” 

Sakura felt like a child being teased by a doting parent as she was guided nearer to Akuma, burying her face in his shirt with a pout. 

He chuckled, “Rest. I fear enduring the idiot prince’s lack of romantic prowess will prove tiring indeed.” 

As she’d grown accustomed back at the manor, Sakura was alone when she woke in the morning. The weight of the covers was more than during the night, so she deduced that Sasuke had doubled them upon waking so she wouldn’t stir in the absence of his body heat. 

When she sat up, she realized he wasn’t even in the room. Now that the sun was in the sky, she was free to study her surroundings. The bed they’d slept on was the biggest she’d seen. Judging by the wooden floors and walls, she suspected they were in some sort of cabin. Other than the bed, a dresser was the only other furniture in the room. There were two doors, one leading to the bathing room and one leading to the rest of the building. Furs and antlers decorated the walls. 

While climbing out of bed, Sakura wandered into the bathroom to freshen up, ‘I wonder if this is a hunter’s cabin. I’ve never seen one before, but they’ve been described in many of the books Hana and I would read.’ She was also curious as to why Sasuke chose such a destination for their honeymoon. 

When the woman was finished freshening up, she was surprised to see Sasuke was also not in the den or the kitchen, both of which were similar to the bedroom in aesthetic. Upon peeking outside, her jaw nearly dropped when she laid eyes on the prince. Not only was he chopping firewood with an axe, but he was doing so without a shirt despite the deep snow blanketing the ground. 

Without thinking twice, Sakura rushed to throw open the front door and hurried outside, “Sasuke, you’ll catch a cold!” 

Dark eyes turned onto her, and that was when she recalled their last conversation because he quickly looked away. His lips were in a stoic frown as he said, “I’ve not had a cold in my entire life.” 

Sakura’s toes were freezing in the snow, but she couldn’t focus on that as she went to his side, eyeing the axe wearily, “Please, come inside.” 

He paused before seeming to give in. He let the axe fall into the snow, bundled up the wood he’d chopped, and carried it into the cabin with his petite wife in tow. She fretted in the kitchen as he tended to the fireplace, “I’ll make some tea to warm us up.” Inwardly, she wanted to mention that they didn’t even need to use the fireplace. This place, much like a majority of livable buildings in the kingdom, was heated using both the crude electrical units that’d so far been invented and magic. The fireplace was more for show than anything. 

Sakura’s mood worsened as she prepared the hot drink, stealing glances at her new husband, ‘He’s so uncomfortable that he’d rather be out in the cold than inside with me. What I said yesterday upset him greatly.’ She still hadn’t figured out why that was, but her gut told her that her words were the cause of their current tension. 

Her instincts took over when she served the tea. Before she could even take a sip of her own, she noticed the goosebumps on Sasuke’s pale skin. Her body moved independently. Without speaking, the woman fetched one of the covers from the bed and draped it over the man’s broad shoulders. Sasuke froze, his dark eyes locking onto hers as she pulled the blanket further over him. 

‘What am I doing? He doesn’t want me close like this!’ The duo didn’t move or even blink for a moment, but then Sakura snapped out of it and looked down at the teacup he was holding, “My apologies.” 

When the prince didn’t respond, the remainder of her courage dissipated and she did her best to keep her composure as she sat on the sofa. Her gaze glazed over on her own steaming cup on tea, but she didn’t touch it as it sat on the coffee table. ‘Things were going well until I said those words. Will this ruin our agreement? Has he lost the ability to care for me now that I’ve offended him?’ 

The sound of the man in question setting down his teacup broke Sakura’s focus. 

He didn’t look her way as he quietly spoke, “I’m concerned with frightening you again. Please don’t interpret my behavior as anything else.” The couple sat there, side by side but not touching on the sofa. 

“Frighten me?” Sakura wasn’t brave enough to face him yet, so they both stared at the table. 

“Your hesitance toward physicality is not something for which I can blame you.” 

That was when Sakura realized what’d happened yesterday. Her face warmed as her voice wavered, “Y-You thought that I meant….” 

Finally, the two angled their bodies toward one another, eyes locking cautiously. Sasuke needed to say nothing to confirm her insinuated question. His mutedly confused expression was enough. Sakura’s eyes watered up as she smiled bashfully, reaching to hold his hand between hers, “I only meant that I felt like a burden to you and nothing more. You’ve done nothing untoward, especially now that we’re married.” 

The prince searched her face, “Our being wed shouldn’t matter in such a situation.” 

And the pinkette was once again baffled. She tilted her head before shaking it, “The law states that a husband has rights to his wife’s body as her legal provider and protector. Even if you had frightened me, it’d be selfish of me to deny you.” 

The hand in hers disappeared. Sasuke’s eyes were darker as they narrowed. She winced at the edge of his tone. “As someone who understands well what it’s like to not have a choice when it comes to one’s own body, surely you don’t expect me to agree with such a sentiment.” 

Sakura’s face paled in realization, and she lifted her hands to wave them dismissively, “It wasn’t my intention to insult you, Sasuke! That’s not what I meant.” 

His glare remained for a moment before he sighed, the tension in his brow softening. He picked his teacup back up and spoke more calmly while looking into it, “No, I know that. I’m simply inexperienced when it comes to romance and the duties of a husband. The demon wasn’t wrong to warn you of my ignorance.” 

A tiny giggle escaped Sakura before she could stop it, and she brought a hand to her lips in surprise, blushing when Sasuke looked at her again. She grinned sheepishly, feeling more relaxed now that he’d attempted to properly explain his state of mind, “Is this what’s been bothering you?” 

If she didn’t know any better, she could’ve sworn the tiniest hint of color met the prince’s cheeks. His frown deepened, and his jaw flexed, but he said nothing. 

Affection warmed Sakura’s chest as she, too, picked up her teacup, “There is no need for you to feel ashamed. I, also, am nervous.” She could feel his eyes on her but simply took a sip of the now-only-warm tea before grinning again, “It’s only us here, so there’s no need for facades or pride, don’t you agree?” 

This time, Sasuke took his time responding. Eventually, he did. It was clear by his new tone of voice that the conversation had eased his mind, if only a little, “It would be unfair of me to ask even more of you than I already am.” 

“I’m asking something far more selfish of you, seeing as you’ll have to settle matters once your curse and I are gone. Please rely on me as much as needed while I’m still capable of offering support.” 

Just like that, the ease of communication faded. 

A tiny squeak left her mouth when Sasuke grabbed her wrist and made her face him. By his firm grip, she expected him to be angry, but sadness was all that bled from his eyes. They said nothing. Sakura searched his face in awe because the prince was doing nothing to hide his emotions. 

Bittersweet happiness made her stomach flip as she realized what he was trying to tell her. ‘He’s afraid. I’m sure after a decade of living like he has, he never expected the approaching day of my death and his cure to arrive.’ 

Some kind of instinct, maybe maternal or maybe something else, washed over Sakura. She whispered because that was all she could manage in her emotional state, “Whenever you’re ready, whether it’s today, tomorrow, a week, or even a month frome now. I only ask that you don’t blame yourself for my fate. Remember that I chose to be your sacrifice of my own free will.” 

The grip around her wrist loosened. Sasuke’s eyes widened slightly. Sakura opened her mouth to give a second attempt at comfort the obviously upset man, only to be cut off when his lips met hers. Her green eyes widened, but the prince closed his, so she followed his lead soon after. Warmth met her chest and face as she responded to his kiss. It was sweet and much too short. 

Sakura’s mouth clamped shut when the Uchiha man pulled away just as quickly as he’d leaned in, his lips slightly parted as though words were on the tip of his tongue that just wouldn’t come out. It was completely silent for a very long moment as the couple stared at one another in mutual surprise at his actions, but then Sasuke got up and excused himself into the bedroom and then to the bathing room, “I shouldn’t have done that.” 

Sakura watched him retreat in a state of complete bewilderment. It didn’t seem that he disliked the kiss, which left her unsure of why he said those exact words. She sat her teacup back on the table before bringing her fingers to delicately touch her lips. She swallowed hard. More than her husband’s uncharacteristic actions, her own emotions took her off guard. 

‘Why did he pull away…?’ 

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Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 22

I’ve had some serious computer issues this past week! The chapters I’ve pre-written were somehow deleted, and I’m trying to rewrite them from memory! I apologize for the late and short update, but I wanted to get a chapter out for you guys. For the time being, I’ll return to just one update a week. Sorry for the wait, and I hope you enjoy it!

Beauty couldn’t begin to describe Sakura’s appearance. Sasuke couldn’t tear his gaze from his bride’s as they danced their very first dance as a married couple. No longer did her hands shake. While watching her walk down the aisle earlier, the prince was concerned she’d be too overwhelmed to spend much time amidst the guests after the ceremony. 

The corner of his lips tugged into something resembling a hint of a smile as he twirled the gorgeous woman, ‘Ever since we kissed, she’s been more relaxed.’ 

Sakura broke his train of thought by smiling, a vision of purity and grace, “His Majesty planned a beautiful wedding.” 

Sasuke nodded, noticing the many other couples joining them on the dance floor, but said nothing because he wasn’t sure what to say. 

‘We’re married now. Any time, we’ll be leaving this castle to spend a week alone for the honeymoon,’ his hands unconsciously held his wife’s more firmly, ‘I’m supposed to kill this woman soon.’ Disgust brewed in the pit of his stomach. 

She seemed to sense his mood change and allowed herself to be pulled closer so only he’d hear her whisper, “If you’re concerned, we can excuse ourselves soon.” 

The pinkette had misunderstood. In her eyes, he was worried about the time, given that the sun would set within the next hour. He didn’t correct her, instead nodding without another word. While enjoying the last few minutes of their wedding dancing, the prince tried to memorize the image before him and the way it felt to hold the fragile woman so shamelessly. Regardless of what happened in the future, he knew that he’d never want to forget this day. 

Just as the song ended, the king gently struck the edge of his wine glass with a silver spoon, effectively silencing the room. As though he could read his nephew’s mind, he lifted the glass with a seemingly proud grin and announced, “A toast to the happy couple as they embark on their honeymoon! Let us wish them safe travels!” 

Goosebumps rose to Sasuke’s skin as he felt the hundreds of pairs of eyes on them. He didn’t let it show and bowed with his composure fully intact before guiding Sakura out of the massive ballroom. She sighed once they were in the nearby hallway, walking more leisurely, “What a relief….” He made a soft sound of agreement. Given how their life together had gone thus far, it wouldn’t be surprising for something unwanted to interrupt the wedding. 

Just when that thought crossed his mind, the couple stopped in their tracks as a familiar voice called out, “A moment, please.” 

Turning, the prince’s already souring mood dropped yet another level. Baron Haruno approached with poorly masked irritation. Once close enough, he asked without taking his eyes off his daughter, “May I speak to Sakura alone for a moment?” 

Sasuke looked at the woman in question, not missing the sudden tension in her demeanor. She glanced at him with a curt nod, though, so he bowed politely before excusing himself further down the hall and around the corner, where he froze because the man’s hushed voice carried far enough for him to mistakenly eavesdrop. 

“If you think my allowing you to live under my roof all these years comes free of cost, you’re sadly mistaken.” 

Sasuke’s brow furrowed angrily. He turned, ready to head back around the corner to confront the man who dared speak to Sakura that way, only to stop himself when he continued. “Either you seduce the prince like I asked, or I’ll inform the king of your illegitimacy and have your marriage annulled. You’ll have nowhere to go.” 

His blood ran cold as the air became silent. ‘She’s been trying to seduce me all this time?’ He thought back to all she’d done and endured for his sake and shook his head, ‘No. She’s not that type of girl.’ 

As if confirming his thoughts, Sakura’s voice came, though shaky and quiet, “Do as you please. Even when I’m dead, your son’s reputation will never recover.” She paused before adding more strongly, “That is, if he isn’t caught and put to death before you can rescue him.” 

Then, an unmistakable sound met Sasuke’s ears, and this time, he didn’t hold himself back. He turned the corner to see Sakura holding her cheek, Baron Haruno’s hand still raised from having slapped her. One moment he was staring at his wife’s tear-filled eyes, and in the next, he had her father pressed against the wall with a fistful of his shirt and rage burning his blood, “Do you know what the punishment is for harming a princess?” Even to himself, his voice was chilling. 

Sakura gasped, “...Sasuke…?” 

The prince was too angry to notice her unease, instead pressing harder still so that Baron Haruno’s face paled, “So much as laying a finger on her would would cost you a hand, and you’ve gone as far as committing an act of violence. Should I feed your to the royal family’s hounds?” 

Bloodlust with which he was unfamiliar flamed his actions, and he nearly lost control of it when a soft hand touched his back. His eyes widened, blood cooling in realization when Sakura’s voice met his ears, “Can we go now?” He turned his head, meeting her emerald-colored gaze in disbelief. She said softly, almost pleading, “Please. I want to leave.”

‘What am I doing? What was I thinking, acting so violently in front of her? I must be losing my mind…’ Sasuke turned his glare back onto the Baron, holding his terrified gaze one moment more before releasing him and stepping back to speak more calmly, “Be grateful your daughter knows mercy, for I do not, and I will not should you dare stand before either of us in the future.” 

Sakura seemed to naturally understand that he was livid and held onto his arm with trembling hands, guiding the way toward the back exit. Their carriage was waiting. Neither spoke until they were safely inside it and on the road. 

After a while, the prince stole a glance at his wife. She was looking out the small window as she sat by his side with a small space between them so they weren’t touching. Still in her wedding gown, he admired her elegant and foreign beauty while trying to figure out what to say to ease the tension. To say he was ashamed of his behavior would be putting it lightly. Of all the things he was, a violent man was never one of them. That adjective was saved for The Curse. 

‘Will she hate me now? I’ve acted no better than a demon, even if it was a result of her mistreatment.’ Sasuke never wanted her to fear him. He wanted her to see him as someone to be trusted, someone of comfort. 

“It was never my intention to seduce you. I simply-” “I know,” he cut Sakura off. 

He averted his gaze when she looked his way. His glare met the carpeted floor of the carriage. “I…. Allow me to apologize for losing my composure. I never wanted you to see that side of me.” Being vulnerable with anyone, much less the person he cares about the most, wasn’t easy. Sasuke had never opened up to anyone in his life. It was a foreign idea to the banished prince, but in his heart of hearts, he knew it was the proper thing to do, even if it was uncomfortable. 

Sakura didn’t respond for a long time. He couldn’t bring himself to look her way, afraid of what expression she might make. 

Eventually, a soft weight met his shoulder, and he nearly jumped in surprise, turning his head to see his wife had fallen asleep. Her head rested against him. For a moment, Sasuke didn’t do anything, but then his anxiety faded, and he sighed warmly. 

He gently pulled her closest hand into his and closed his eyes to attempt to get some rest, as well, ‘I know her well enough by now that I shouldn’t doubt her loyalty.’ For the first time in over a decade, the prince felt he was where he was meant to be. 

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SasuSaku: Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 21

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.” 

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SasuSaku: Sacrificed To The Banished Prince Ch. 20

Sasuke had to do it. He couldn’t hide it from Sakura anymore. Tonight, when Akuma took over, she’d finally witness the demon’s true form. ‘And she’ll be terrified, disgusted, or both after that.’ More than anything, the prince didn’t want his fiancee to experience any more negativity on his behalf. He already felt guilty for what hadn’t happened yet. That was why he found it hard to act normally around the pink-haired woman when they were alone and even at dinner. Thankfully, his uncle put in most of the work to keep the conversation flowing. 

“I’m told there isn’t a single vacant room at the capitol’s inns tonight!” 

Sakura made a subtle sound of intrigue to show she was paying attention but said nothing. 

‘She’s not eating much. Is she nervous about tomorrow?’ 

Who was he kidding? Of course, she was. The truth was hanging over them both like an anvil. At some point in the near future, denying his feelings for her would be impossible, and a decision on how to proceed with her sacrifice would need to be made. 

“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding gown, Niece. You’ll surely take everyone’s breath away,” the king tried again, oblivious to his dining partners’ wishes to eat in peace. 

The pinkette cleared her throat before bowing her head low, “May I be excused, Uncle? I fear I’m much too anxious to eat.” 

Sasuke watched with a concerned face as she stood, rising to his feet to escort her without saying a word, only for Madara to lift a hand, “I’ll have guards stationed outside her room, Nephew. I’d like a word before you retire for the night.” 

Only when the pinkette offered him a look of reassurance did the prince sink back into his seat. The Uchihas watched three guards follow her out. When they were gone, and the door was closed, Madara’s hyper-friendly persona relaxed. 

‘He was trying to make her feel comfortable. At least he’s not entirely bad,’ Sasuke studied his uncle’s face and waited for him to speak. It didn’t matter that he was being friendly now. He still didn’t trust him in regard to his or his fiancee’s well-being. 

“It seems a group of mercenaries are responsible for kidnapping Lady Sakura. Rest assured, we’ve captured, interrogated, and dealt with the criminals.” 

Sasuke’s mouth moved before he could stop it, “When did this happen? And why am I only now being notified?” He glanced at his elder brother, who dropped his gaze to the table as though ashamed. 

“You’ve had enough on your plate preparing for the wedding and dealing with your fiancee. I hardly think-” “What do you mean by “dealing with”? With all due respect, Your Highness, do not speak as though she’s done something worthy of blame.” The prince wanted to bite his tongue, but it was too late. 

Madara’s eyes narrowed. He tilted his head with a frown, “Everything I’ve done has been for your benefit. The least you could do is show some gratitude. Your parents raised you better than this.” 

For some reason, that statement, which normally would make Sasuke shut his mouth in shame, angered him further. He rose to his feet with fire in his veins but couldn’t find the correct words to say. Madara got up, too, seeming to match the younger Uchiha’s ire, only for Itachi to suddenly interrupt, “It’s a full-moon tonight. What will you do?” 

‘Ah, that’s right. What are we doing? There are more important things to focus on right now than generational discourse regarding the royal family.’ Swallowing his rage, Sasuke looked across the room to the long windows to see the sun would soon begin setting, “If she’s to die for my sake, she deserves to witness the truth.” 

“Are you in your right mind?” Madara shook his head, obviously disagreeing with the choice, “That girl is damaged enough. Why knowingly put her through another trauma?” 

“You don’t-!” Sasuke’s mouth clamped closed as he bit off his outburst. His brother and uncle watched as he took a calming breath. After a moment, he restarted, this time with more composure, “You don’t understand. Sakura is not like others. Hiding would do more damage than showing her the true form of a demon.” 

Without another word, the prince excused himself from the dining hall. ‘And she’s not damaged, not permanently. If only I weren’t cursed and she wasn’t so keen on dying for me, I’m sure I’d be able to help heal her pain completely. We could be-’ He cut off his own thoughts, frowning at the ground while ascending the stairs. 

Upon arriving at their room, he waved off the guards and paused outside the door. ‘Once I go inside, there will be no turning back. She’ll see everything. She’ll know the truth.’ 

Honestly, the Uchiha man knew why he’d waited so long to show her this hideous sight. It was because she’d find it horrifying and be that much more inspired to die, and he could barely take her lack of self-preservation already. The first woman he genuinely took comfort in, and she was eager to disappear forever. His luck had always been awful. 

Sasuke entered the bedroom, eyes darting to the closed bathroom door when he realized Sakura wasn’t in bed, at the desk, or at the tea table. Panic sent electricity through his body, and he hurried across the room to wrench the door open. He fully expected to find her bloody and broken on the floor like the last time he saw her in such a room, but instead, he was met with a surprised pink-haired woman in a towel. 

She fumbled to hold it more firmly around her and blushed, “S-Sasuke!” 

Heat met the man’s ears, and he closed his eyes, shut the door, and grumbled loudly enough that she could hear through it, “I’m sorry. I thought….” 

‘Her hair was wet and stuck to her damp skin. Her green eyes seemed brighter. Has she always had such a milky complexion?’ 

Sakura’s bashful voice met his ears from the other side of the closed door, “It’s alright. I’ll be out in a moment.” 

Sasuke groaned. He took off his shoes and changed into a pair of sleeping clothes while trying not to picture what was happening in the bathroom. The Uchiha prince himself had never been with a woman, but Akuma had caught one of the previous fiancees, and he was forced to witness a horrible crime. So, Sasuke wasn’t exactly a virgin, by the definition, but he personally didn’t consider what’d transpired sex. 

A wave of pain shot up his back, first his spine and then either side. The air in his lungs disappeared as he gripped the edge of the footboard to keep himself upright. Naturally, the bathroom door opened right then, and Sakura barely paused before realizing what was happening and coming to his side. 

His gaze flickered to her pretty white nightgown before he squeezed his eyes closed. He gave her no time to speak, “There’s something I must tell you.” 

The woman cautiously lay a hand on his arm, “Don’t speak if it hurts too much.” 

“No, I-!” The man’s teeth gritted as another wave of agony washed over him, this time a dozen times worse. 

She gasped, lurching forward to catch him when he fell forward, “Oh, gosh!” 

Shaking with effort, Sasuke hissed breathlessly into her neck, “Tonight, it’ll be-! I-It’ll be different. I’ll change.” He finally managed to gather the strength to push her away. 

For a moment, Sakura seemed confused and ready to argue, but when he felt the familiar burn of his skin darkening, she went pale. Tears welled in her eyes as he shoved her with as little strength as possible, stumbling away in case the demon unintentionally lashed out amidst the shift, “Stay back!” 

Sasuke tried with all his might not to let the torture pull sounds from him but simply couldn’t manage it. He fell to his knees with his hands on either side of his head, eyes squeezed closed in agony. It felt like lava was being injected into his bloodstream. At that moment, he forgot all about his fiancee because it was all he could do to remain sane in such a state. 

Akuma rasped, obviously angry, “Fool! She cannot be permitted to-!” 

Something warm and firm met his middle as he began falling forward. Only when he heard her quick heartbeat and terrified voice did he realize Sakura’d caught him, falling to her knees under his weight, “It’s alright. You’re not alone anymore.” 

‘What is she….What is she doing? She could get hurt!’ 

The prince thought that and wanted to say so, but his body disobeyed. His arms wrapped tightly around her, fingers tightening into fists of the gown on her back as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. She was crying, but she didn’t move. No, she held him there, whispering short sentiments of comfort as his body transformed into something no longer human. 

Finally, Akuma was in control. 

His eyes stared at Sakura’s pink hair as he panted for breath, ‘She’ll be terrified when she sees my face. I’ve lost. The prince knows that.’ 

The soft-spoken woman’s sniffles slowed. They sat wordlessly there on the floor for a long time. Eventually, her shaking hands snaked around his torso to his back, feeling the bases of the massive, hand-shaped, fleshy wings there. That was when she tried to pull back, obviously to see what she was touching, but Akuma tightened his hold, “Do not move.” 

She sucked in a breath at his intense voice. Moments passed as she waited for him to say something else, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know any words that’d remedy this situation, so he just stayed still. 

‘It’s over.’ 

He tensed when her hands slid between their torsos, running up to cup his cheeks and then running back into his long with her thumbs on his face and fingers behind his ears. She whispered, “It’s okay.” 

The demon shook his head, burying his face more deeply into her embrace, “Your master told you not to move.” 

“Akuma, let me see.” 

Usually, uncontrollable rage would overcome him at blatant disobedience, but it didn’t happen. No. In fact, the opposite occurred, and he found himself allowing the woman to push him back. He held his breath when she finally opened her eyes to look into his red ones. They widened as she searched his features. Something wild, akin to shame, had the demon pulling away, only for Sakura’s grip on him to tighten. When he stilled, she gently moved her hands back to his cheeks. 

She ran trembling fingers over his skin with a look of intrigue, “It’s nice to finally know your real face.” 

“...You aren’t afraid?” 

The pinkette shook her head, brushing his long, messy hair out of his face before tilting her head with a sad expression, “You’re still Akuma. What matters to me is your character.” 

Bitterness met the demon’s tongue as he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes, “Humans find my character abhorrent.” 

A tiny giggle left the woman, “It can be intimidating, yes, but you’re not completely inhuman.” 

Akuma’s eyes shot open, “I am a demon, Sakura. Look at me.” 

“Yes, I can see that, but you’re not the same demon I met that day, are you?” 

She said the words, and then he knew them to be true. He had changed since their first meeting. That day, he spared her life because it was amusing. Now, he only thought of protecting her, even if that meant being civil with humans. 

‘When did I stop acting like this because of my deal with the prince and instead because it was my true desire?’

Tears met Sakura’s eyes as she brought her gaze back to his face, having been inspecting his body, “If only you’d been born a human, or there was a spell that could-” “And if I was human, would you choose me?” Akuma gritted his teeth. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. 

The woman’s chin quivered as she searched his face. She took a long time thinking up a response, only to shake her head, the tears overflowing to slide gracefully down her cheeks. She tried to say something, but her voice cracked, and she closed her mouth again. 

Again, the demon expected the familiar rage to flood his entire being, but it didn’t. Instead, a cold sensation brought goosebumps to his skin. Hurt. He was sad at her rejection. ‘Somehow, it’s worse that I know she’s not choosing him because of my appearance or past mistakes. She’s forgiven me, but she still can’t walk away from that goddamned prince.’ 

In the most human moment of his existence, Akuma simply nodded, wiping at the girl’s tears without saying a word. Before, the demon’s only goal was to gain control of this body and live his days as a human. Now, he was willing to give that up if it was what Sakura wanted. Somehow, she’d become more important to him than himself. 

Selfishly, he pulled her into a strong embrace and held her close, memorizing the scent of her hair. ‘At least I know she won’t be going to Hell when she dies. She won’t suffer because of me ever again.’