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Royal Blood 4

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Sasuke pulled away from the now-dead pig he was feeding off of.  Taking the wet cloth Sakura had tossed to him, he wiped the blood from around his mouth and what had drizzled down his neck and off of his small fangs.  Sakura had earlier told him that his fangs would only appear if he was feeding, felt threatened, or if he really wanted them to show—like to scare off something or someone.  There were times when she would be telling him things about being a vampire that he felt like she was comparing him to some kind of animal.  Over the past few months, he’s noticed that Sakura most defiantly wasn’t like any other girl he’s ever met.  She hasn’t ogled over him at all; she is very serious; the girl almost never talks.  Plus, there was something odd about her—like there was something “more than meets the eye”, as the lovely over-used phrase would perfectly describe it.  He knew there was something, no matter how he looked at it, but still, the whole thing intrigued him to the point where he wanted to know everything about her.  He decided to start up a conversation with her.

“So how long have you been a vampire?” he asked.  ‘Probably twenty-some years,’ he thought during her hesitation.

“Well, by the end of this coming august, it should be about…1100 years?  Yeah, that seems about right…” she answered calmly.  Sasuke went saucer-eyed.  That long?!  Then how old were the Sanin?!?  “Shocked much?” she said, making it sound more like a statement than a question.  Quickly shaking himself out of the state of shock, he came up with another question.

“How long did it take for you to get used to the new life?”

“Well, actually—”  She was then interrupted by her cell phone ringing.  (Sasuke quickly noted that it was Take You Down by Chris Brown) and she answered it with a, “Talk to me…yeah…well, how long do we have?.....okay, and how much—oh, alright, thanks!”  she said cheerfully before she hung up and slipped it into her side pocket.  Sakura glanced over and saw Sasuke eyeing her with curiosity.   “Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough!” she said, giving him a smile.  He could see so much excitement in her smile.  

When they got back to Sasuke’s house, Sakura turned to him.  “Go upstairs and pack up all of you cloths, bathroom needs, ect; don’t ask any questions, just do it.”  Sasuke, annoyed, did as he was told.  He packed up all of his things: cloths, bathroom stuff, laptop, passport (he just had this feeling), and everything else that came to mind.  

When he was trying to force his cloths into one big bag, Sakura walked into his room.  “Okay, I’m going to ask:  what’s going on?”  he asked bluntly.  He never did like to beat around the bush—that was Naruto's thing.
“Simple:  I’m going to be taking you to France for a little while.  There’s been some problems going on there and Tsunade needs me to help her out.”
“Why am I going?”  Not that he didn’t want to go; he just needed to know these things.  

“Because A) there are still some things that I need to teach you, B) Tsunade would like to speak with you in person about something, and C) it would be a good experience for you; you don’t seem like the type to get much.”  Ignoring the comment, Sasuke asked her another question.

“What does Tsunade want to talk with me about?”  

“I’ll have to explain later.  Our plane leaves tonight.”  After a pause, he spoke again.

“So…is it just us that’s going?” he asked casually.

“No, Naruto is coming along, and he wanted to bring Hinata with him.  He feels that taking her to France will make up for all the time he hasn’t been able to spend with her lately.  We’ll be meeting with them at the airport.”

“When are we leaving?”  Sakura glanced at the clock and her eyes almost bulged out of her head.

“Be completely ready in five minutes!” she yelled, rushing out of the room.


“Last call for flight 6A, last call for flight 6A.”

Calls for flights were heard everywhere as Naruto, Hinata, Sasuke, and Sakura made their way to their assigned gate.  They walked up to the desk in front of the large gate door and Sakura handed the lady at the desk four passports.  They were seated in first class.  As they sat down, Hinata turned towards Sakura.

“Hey, Sakura, you’re not paying for all of this, are you?” the girl asked timidly.  Sakura shook her head.

“Shizune, a friend of Tsunade’s, is paying for the flight.  I had offered to pay for it all, but she insisted on it,” she answered.


HALF WAY THROUGH THE FLIGHT…

Sasuke leaned his forehead against the cold, glass window, peering out at the blue Atlantic waters below.  Behind him, Naruto and Hinata had fallen asleep, with her head resting on his shoulder, his head leaning towards her own.

How Sasuke wished he could sleep again.  Over the years, he found it was one of the only ways for him to relieve himself of any stress from school and fangirls.  

Now that that privilege was taken away from him, he would have to find another activity to go for.

Beside him, Sakura was engaged in an IM session.  It was all typed out in French, so he couldn’t follow it too well.  Sure, he had taken three years of it in high school, but that didn’t mean he could hold up a fluent conversation in the language, especially one that’s using the ‘slang’ of the language.

What was becoming of his life?  Would thing have turned out differently if he had refused to go to that Hyuga’s party?  He should be preparing for college—not going of to some European contr wit some girl he only recently met.  

He should be human—not some blood-sucking creature.

He began to wonder if he could stay in Konoha; then he wondered if he would one day have to leave.  He started to think about his parents and brother.  Sure, his parents died a long time ago, but he still thought about them every once in a while.  What would they think about him becoming a vampire?  Would they still love him or would they shun him out of their lives.

His thought then turned to his brother, Itachi.  

What was he doing right now?

Did he miss his little brother?

Probably not, considering the fact that he practically avoided Sasuke for the last few months that they lived under the same roof.

Sasuke sighed silently and lied back; he could always pretend to be sleeping.



“Everyone, welcome to Toulon, France!” Sakura exclaimed happily.  They got their luggage and proceeded outside the airport.

“Are we going to rent a car?” Naruto asked.

“Don’t need to,” Sakura answered.  As if on cue, a pick-up truck came along with two motorcycles in the back.  The driver got out and lifted both bikes out and set them on the curb of the road.  Sakura payed and thanked him then watched as he drove away.

“Okay, Naruto and Hinata, you guys take the red one and Sasuke and I will take the black one.  Just follow me and you’ll be fine!” she said while getting on the bike.  

“You ride?” Sasuke asked, a little skeptically—she didn’t really fit the biking type.  

Then again, she really didn’t fit any kind of ‘type’.   Sakura sighed exasperatedly.

“Yes; no get on!”  Reluctantly, Sasuke got on the back of the bike behind Sakura and wrapped her arms loosely around her petite waist.  Though the moment she sped off, Sasuke quickly tightened his grip, having almost fallen off.

The group sped down the European streets, Sasuke and Sakura in the front and
Naruto and Hinata trailing behind them.   

Sasuke looked at everything they passed.  There were so many buildings made up of ancient stone; the roads an unplanned mosaic.  The city was filled with so much culture and life that it made Sasuke feel like he was in a whole different world.  His parents had never taken him and Itachi out of the country, so this was a whole new experience for him.  Although he was a jock at school, he was always interested in the European culture.

He was slightly distracted by Sakura’s hair so close to his face, though—it smelled like lilacs—and then there was the fact that he was holding on to her waist.  Ever so slightly, he ran his thumb over her stomach, trying not to make a whole lot of movement with it.  He could tell that she had some decent abs.  

What he didn’t know was that Sakura could feel the movements of his thumb over his midsection.  She was curious of his strange actions, but didn’t bother questioning it.

They pulled up to a large, extravagant building.  It had the feel of both a modern and ancient style to it.  In a way, it almost reminded Sasuke of the Hagia Sofia, but much smaller, and it didn’t have religious symbols around it.  Sakura led them around the side of the building to the back, where a large gate being held by two towers greeted them, surrounding a large parking lot.  A man poked his head out of one of the guard towers and gave Sakura an all-too-kind smile.

“Well, if it isn’t the ugly hag!” he shouted in greeting from above.  Sakura scowled at the black-haired man.

“Very funny, Sai, now let us in or I’ll beat you up so bad you’ll be in rehab for months!” she yelled back at him with a demanding tone.  Sai gave her another one of those smiles and opened the gates.

“Make sure to introduce me to the guy latched onto you sometime!” he called in a friendly manner.  Sakura quickly and accurately chucked a rock at him for it, getting him on the side of the head.  The bikes were parked and the four of them headed up to the large cedar double doors.  They opened automatically, showing them the inside of the castle-like building.  The ceiling was designed so that the dome would look bigger than it really was, and it was painted as the constellations of the stars and planets, the stars being transparent so that they looked like they were really shinning because of the sunlight coming through them.  The walls were made up of black marble.  Hinata walked up to one of the walls and studied the stone.

“Why did they choose to make the walls out of marble instead of regular material?” she asked, turning back to Sakura.

“It lasts longer then the last kind of stuff they used.  The building was redone about five years ago.”  Hinata nodded, understanding.  

“Ah!  Sakura, welcome back!” a woman called.  She had short, choppy black hair that almost reached her shoulders and chocolate-brown eyes that gave off a hint of intelligence.

“Thank you Shizune; do you know where Lady Tsunade is?”  The woman thought for a moment.

“She is in her office, dear,” she answered.  Shizune quickly led the group up three flights of stairs to another set of double doors, these being made of wood.  Shizune knocked on the door.

“Enter.”  They opened the doors, revealing them to an oval-like room with paintings of the wall.  In front of there was a long, lone desk stacked high with a mountain of papers.  Behind the desk was a large, tinted window over-looking the better part of the city.  From behind all of the papers, a tall woman stepped out.  
She appeared to be very young, most likely in her late twenties.  She also had a large bust (that sounds so perverted!).  She had long, blonde hair that was tied back into two pigtails at the base of her neck.  The woman’s eyes were a light brown.  The moment her eyes landed on Sakura, she ran over and pulled the girl into a tight embrace.  Sasuke could see the mother/daughter relationship between the two.

“It’s so good to see you again, Sakura!”

“It’s good to see you, too, Tsunade!” Sakura said while pulling away.  Naruto's jaw dropped.
“YOU?!  YOU’RE THE LEGENDARY SANIN?!” he exclaimed.  The woman walked over and towered over the sun-kissed blonde, hands on her hips.
“You must be Naruto Uzamaki.”  Naruto backed away, looking sheepish.  Tsunade then turned to Sasuke.
“And you are…?”
“Sasuke Uchiha,” he answered levelly.  The woman’s eyes narrowed at him, then turned to Sakura.
“Did he just say—”f
“I-I’ll explain later, Tsunade,” Sakura interrupted, looking a little nervous.  “And yes, he’s a vampire; a newborn actually,” she told her.  Tsunade ran a hand through her bangs.
“Well, that makes things a little difficult,” she mumbled.  She suddenly walked over to her desk and rummaged through a drawer, pulling out a pair of keys and tossed them to Sakura.  “I do want an explanation for things, Sakura,” she said to the pink-haired  girl.  Sakura gave her a brief nod and led the others out of the building.  They walked outside and got back on the bikes and left (Sakura giving Sai the finger when he called her an ugly hag).  They then came to an open field where a small jet was waiting for them.  They loaded the bikes and got onto the jet, the four of the in the back seats, away from the pilot.
“Where are we going, Sakura?” Hinata asked timidly.
“My place, in Paris,” she answered.
“Oh great, the capitol of fashion-crazed woman,” Sasuke mumbled.
“I heard that!”
Yes! another chapter!! I think I did a pretty good job with this considering I'm not in a writing mood right now.

Okay, for thos of you who don't know...
SOMEONE SAID THAT MY FIRST CHAPTER OF KONOHA'S CHERRY BLOSSOM WAS ART THEIFT!!!!!!!!!!!! They reported the one with the picture, and it got deleted!!!!!!! PEOPLE, I WRITE THESE!!!! I DON'T STEAL THEM!!!!!!!!!
Honestly, if you think I would steal art, then you drank something funny. If you have any idea who might have done this, please tell me!!!

Also!!! If you don't go to my fanfiction page, you might not be aware tat i am beginning to write another story! Yeah, i know it may be too early, but I am hocked with the idea of it. I'll post a journal about it soon.
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I can't believe I am just discovering this fanfic it is awesome ^_^
LOL Chris brown