Trapped in the arms of a killer | SasuSaku [Completed]

XV.

XV. The Other Side

If only the Uchiha's bruising grip didn't feel a single thing, she would be 50% sure she was just having a nightmare and 50% sure she was dead on the spot and this was just a different type of hell.

Sakura felt her wobbly knees beneath her as she tried to balance herself from the sudden teleportation she wasn't quite used to. She definitely didn't like how transportation works in this place, wherever this is. How it happens? It's still a mystery, a supernatural mystery she wanted to wipe off of her memory, and the sick feeling it gives, and she didn't give a damn if it was futuristic for teleportation to finally exist. It was sickening. She felt like throwing up yet nothing but air came out. On the other side of the story, the pinkette winced at the hardening grip of the Uchiha who looked passively in space, focusing on nothing.

It took a moment for the Uchiha to realize his hand enclosing on the wrist of the cherry blossom was tightening and almost left a mark on the snowy skin of his prey. He immediately released it, admitting to himself he got distracted. He wasn't expecting this woman would be much of value and never expected that they will have to interfere. But she would be worth it. He definitely knows she would be.

It would be troublesome though, but he needs to take action on his plan before it'll be too late.
Both sides are against this, against him now, but it's not like he gives a fuck, it was now or never.

"What do they want from me?" She said in a low whisper, refusing to look at the predator's cold unfeeling eyes, "what do you want from me?.." She added gently. Sakura was far tired of this. She wants to be home, never did she realize that she would be missing her small messy apartment, and how badly she wants to be in it, or even clean it. She was tired, tired of being threatened and weak, being passed on to one and then another, like she was some kind of a toy.

Hearing no answer from the Uchiha, she didn't bother repeating herself, a soul less man wouldn't understand what she felt. The pinkette gently rubbed her wrist where his grip was in a few seconds ago, giving it comfort though it didn't help much.

Night came and she found herself waking in the middle of the full moon, its moonlight rays directly at her half lidded eyes. He, as usual, was on top of the tree and she didn't know if he was awake or not. Snow snuggled sleepily at her lap, taking comfort. Rubbing her eyes, she felt going out for a bit of a walk, carrying the sleepy fox to place him on to the grass, she stood and glanced at the shadowy body at the tree, depicting he wasn't aware of her movement. She oddly had the urge to walk, somewhere...

Letting her feet take her to wherever, few steps away... further away... further and further. Sounds and melodies echoed on her ears, thinking it was probably the reason why she had the urge to walk here. It got louder and louder for every step she makes while her curiousity grew bigger.

"Hime," A low harmonious voice whispered at the back of her ears, sending light shivers throughout her small frame body. Wincing, she looked behind her shoulders hoping to see where the voice came from but failed to see any presence.
"Do not be afraid," the woman's voice calmly said. "You are very powerful, Hime-sama, I felt your presence as strong as those of before," It whispered in the same tone of voice. The pinkette clearly did not want to respond, instead, she listened. Word by word.

"It could be used on greater good if you are to be with the other side, yet I felt another presence of the demon lingering all over you, hoping to take advantage of your power for his selfish desires. Do not let him rot your mind, Hime-sama. You must escape this man while you can, for he alone is much more dangerous than those of the beasts roaming around this dark forest," The voice warned. Sakura refused to trust it, but is tempted to. The Uchiha had always warned her from trusting too much after all. But this time, she felt that it was far more real.