When a Heart goes Bump Bump Bump
p>Sakura:
Blearily, unfocused eyes gazed upwards. The scent of honeyed leaves from a spring morning waft up my noise. Feeling the warmth of someone, unknown and unmet against my back. Two barriers of clothing separating our skin yet the heat is prominent enough to be felt. Blinking and shaking my head simply was impossible with all the fuzz surrounding my brain.
Words filter in one ear and out the other, unable to focus out side the rippling pain raging through every cell in my body. Too prominent all I can do is moan and whine, freely heard now the blood has stoped clogging my lungs. A hand, soft and comforting presses a wet cloth to my lips, clearing away the blood there. Shadows come and go, nor here or there as they move in and out of my blearily slight. Another noise of agony leaves my lips, closing my eyes as the pain continues to mount to higher and higher levels. The insanity leaving no room for recovery but rather remains simply overwhelming. Causing me not the first time to remember how cruel life can be, how malicious alphas truely were.
A hand cups my checks as emerald eyes begin to fathom what’s going on around me, aided by the pricks of syringes and the pressing of cool hands to my skin. A vibrating presence feels…comforting…soothing… Complex concepts I had not felt in some many years, only memories were able to identify what it truely was. Purring mixing healvly with croons from an alpha. Who was making this sound? For what reason? What the story behind it? Then as soon as it arrived, it stoped. Replaced with threatening snarls.
If that person meant me harm I’d wish they just get it done and over with. I had nothing to offer the Senju. Not information nor barging power. There was no importance placed on my soul. If one was to shove me in front of them as a sheild the Uchiha would only lauph, highly amused and would remain so as they plunged a sword to my gut. Mercy would only be known if they stabbed me in the heart. The cruelest red eyes lighting up with amusement as they watched me die. Final moments a form of sick entertainment. Why help an enemy? Why heal them? Hands alight with that green force against my belly. Another dabbing at the sweat on my brow. Eyes better able to grasp what was going on, to me, around me. Laying in the damn hostpital bed. Staring up a white slate of canvas, an unhealthy and certainly never asked for friend. Yuri is back, doing this and that not that I really care. “You with us malady?” She questions, “hurts” is what I mean to say but it comes out as a desperate groan as my sore throat protests every second of use. Feeling like sand that’s baked in the sun, long since seperated from any form of soothing liquid. Lips just as dry. Full of burning heat. “Here.”
“Allow me” a glass of water is pressed to my lips as an arm raises me to sit semi upright, the aftermath of a short conversation between a man and a women. “Slowly now. Don’t worry there is more” the voice reaches my ear. My body’s need for liquid slightly dropping as the life giving liquid enters my body with quick gulps. A second glass is finished, and only then do I fill full filled and sated. I hadn’t even realized I had opened my eyes until now. Opening them only to be greeted with chocolaty orbs from above. The prettiest shade of brown ever seen. The handsomest man alive with high cheek bones, soft skin void of blemishes and ache, a kind smile leaving behind smile lines and happy eyes sits close, cradling me against his chest. He is the one with the cup, he is the one keeping me warm. Karma repays all that is owed, showing me that in my meager life I had done at least one thing right to deserve this sight. “Are you alright?” The voice perfectly matches the man, the smooth baretone gentle and kind like the facial features on the alphas face. I swallow, if I had been in my right mind I would’ve realized I was blushing, unable to look away. “Hurts?”
“Make her pain stop” he addresses the only other women in the room. Causing me to whine when he looks away, even if it’s just a moment. “Right now” the order is given, making no mistake the worry behind every syllabul, the threat unhidden. “My lord, I am doing all I can, same for all the staff. Please understand, we do not want to see her suffer. ”
“Hashirama you are not helping. You need to calm down” A small tilt of the head reveled the last speaker. The Senju clan head is standing close to Yuri attempting to be the voice of reason in this confusing situation. Her eyes are lowered. Demure when during our one and only single time together had given off an atmosphere of calm collectiveness blended well with respectful authority. “Your anger is unfounded and will not help anyone” are the next words to leave his lips. When no reply comes from the man’s holding me tight he finally addresses the pink haired women in the room. “Hello Sakura-San, how are you?”
“Hello” I say couphing after having not used my vocal cords for a while. “I hurt” I repeat like a broken record. “I’m sorry to hear that” he sits besides the bed, earning a growl and a harsh stare down by the alpha he called Hashirama, still holding me tight against his upper body. “Relax boy, Jeeze.” was the exasperated reply. A roll of the eyes and he goes from acknowledging Hashirama to fixating on me. “We’re doing everything we can rest assured, we only want your health to return. No harm will come to you Sakura-San.”
“Why?” I had to know what they wanted. Why the Senju were going so far a complete stranger? It hurt my head and made me confused. A simple but politely kind smile is given by the clan leader as he answers my inquiry, “we Senju protect omegas. You are the giver of life, the other half’s of all alphas. Your precious and should be treated as such.” That was unexpected answer yet zero deceit was detected, looking me straight in the eye, speaking clearly with no hesitation. “I have nothing to offer you.”
“Fear not, we do not intend to interrogate you, the opposite frankly. Although we are curious as to why you are all the way out here by your self.” The words were carefully choosen I could tell even through the pain. Leaning my head back my eyes closed as the memories resurfaced from twenty years ago. The first day of false promises, lead by carriage to the prison site. Left alone as soon as I turned my back to take in my new “home.” The empty promises held in high regard, leading me to false hope. Waiting day after day for the men promised by fate to arrive. Letters never responded to. The ultimate stab to the back when the guards delivered the final blow. Unintentional as it might have been I had died that day at the hands of the Uchiha. Pressing a single hand to my face I could only lauph but the hysteria was far from amused, rather unhinged and tinged with emotional trajecty. “It doesn’t matter” I say, answering with only three words, that to me carry the weight of all my suffering. Tear strained eyes finally face the room but unable to meet anyone’s gaze. “Maybe you value my kind. But the Uchiha do not.”
“That is obvious” the clan head stated arms folded over his chest, “its no wonder their clan is dying” the older man scuffed, leaning back in his chair, the little movements coming within the edge of my line of sight. Reflected by the shadows in the room. “The Uchiha treat the gifts from above like trash, physically and verbally abusing them into misery…The first person whoever tried that would be would find themselves castrated and bleeding to death” the statement was said with matter of factness, unremorseful. How could one not admire his resolve and confidence. “Tajima allows it, stands by and doesn’t help” I reply. “Madara doesn’t tolerate it. Neither does Inzu. They did before their aunt was killed” the words were matter of factness but not defensive. At one point of my life I would've defended them bluntly but I stopped thinking the word of the two alphas long ago. “An omega can’t speak in public nor can be out without written consent of the beta whose thumbs they’re under. They have no right to their bodies or the children they give birth to. Your property and because the betas see you as such it’s a liberty for them to beat you when they see fit. I was told it was a even exchange for their protection. For their common sense and leadership.” The room went dead silent, matching the noise density of a grave yard but only for a second. A snarl left the lungs of the medic, Hashirama clutched me tighter, growling himself. But the clan leader knocked his chair over, beginning to prowl in anger in the meager space. “What the fuck” he shouted, catching my attention, head coming up to watch him pace. The motion of keeping in sight draining what little strength I had“Those poor people…. Disgusting!” Hands ran through the older man’s dark locks showcasing his agitation for all to see. “How do they sleep at night?” The medic murmured. “Like a baby” I replied, taking no satisfaction in either their reactions or my revel.
”I’m sorry you have suffered at their hands” the man behind me murmured, barely able to be heard above the swearing manonity of his fathers words. A hand rubs my forehead a couple times before his chin rests on the top of my head. Showing an unfamilar level of familiarity. But why? The words, maybe I was hearing a bigger meaning behind them, but did help lessen the blow. Even if it was a minor amount. I could only nod in thanks, not wanting to focus too much on the topic. “Wait” the medic having picked up on something and seeking clarification, “you said betas.”
A sigh leaves my lips, a nod following close behind. “Tajima might be clan head but the betas run the show. He fights on the battlefield and they rule with an iron fist behind the scenes. They show cruelty to all but their own secondary gender. They’re the ones who put those stipulations in place. Alphas either get behind it or they are forced to watch. Sometimes punished themselves.” Thinking from the perspective of one born outside the Uchiha clan like my self this was truly weird and hard to grasp. Most of the nightmarish stories concern abusive alphas beating omegas. The Uchiha clan challenged that rhetoric ever day. “What do you mean when you say alphas can be punished?” The medic asked, furthering the conversation on the saddening topic. Clearly interested as her head titled to the side. “If you are born a beta you are pretty much seen as royally. You have complete and udder rights. Alphas and omegas alike have to listen to you. Tajima was shamed for being an alpha and not a beta and contuining the beta main line. If you anger a beta any one of any age can punish you how they see fit. I remember one alpha who defended their omega mate being whipped after he stood up for her. She was heavily pregnant and couldn’t work as a servant for the beta she served. She had been slapped and he had gotten protective. Ended up nearly beaten to death.”
The information, I could tell there was skepticism in believing all that I had verbally offered. But whether they wanted to believe it or not all I had said was the truth. There was many more stories that I could share, gruesome and violent.
“What happens now?” I murmor, retaining the attention of Hashirama. “Father” the single word catches the attention of the still fuming male. A sigh, another running of the hands through his hair and he retakes his seat. “I would like to hear more about this…Later. But for now rest and recover.”
Tiredness was seeping back in rapidly, leaving me to struggle to stay awake. Any sane person would be wide wake with adrenaline pumping through their veins worried to near death about their fate. “We have a difficult conversation ahead” the head honcho told me, catching my attention. “About what?”
“What do you know about fated mates?” What interesting question. And a random one at that. “For what reasons do you ask” my eyes narrow, an understandable reaction. The two men share a look. “When your better we’ll speak more about it. For now rest and recover” Hashirama’s words are vague and disleading. Putting me further on edge. If they were telling the truth, sticking by their word that no physical harm would come my way then some trust would be gained. But Shinobi were tricky, manipulative. Anything could happen. He pulled the covers tighter around me after helping me lay down. “You’ve had a lot of excitement for one day. Your heart is pounding and it’s not good to get so worked up” he finished. “The medics will take excellent care of you. If you require anything tell them and I shall make sure you have all you need.” His smile lite up the room. “I have something for you before I let you rest” I blinked at him in response to his rushed words. Tha man was like a tornado, fast speaking and moving wildly with unpredictable movements. My eyes watch as the heir drew some items from his clothings, my hand carved figures, books, my sole vase. Hands shaking I reached out for my prized treasures. “Please, its all I have.”
Missing the sadness in the alphas eyes he was carful when transferring them into my care. Each item was handled with two hands as if he was doing everything in his power not to drop them. No object was grabbed by a fragile part, not a tail or the handle of the vase. I didn’t even realize that I was crying until he dabbed at my face. My soul was truly touched my his kindness. “Thank you.”
“Your welcome.”
The following days were spent in bed, hidden away in my own little corner of the medical tent. Voices reached my ears, verbalize of people not yet met. Some coming and some going but always bringing with them a sharp blast of cold air. Winter had truly arrived and if any of the words were to have truth behind them then an early winter storm had imprisoned the Senju in their new found territory, thwarting any attempts at rejoining the rest of the compound and clan back in their territory. For the first winter in I didn’t know how long I didn’t starve or freeze. The Senju had kept their word, everyday on the dot medicine was delivered, pills to help mediate the pain, coal and a stove had been delivered to keep my warm as well as extra blankets, food came three times a day. The medics tended to me with great attention. I was often checked on, helped to bath with a warm sponge and soap, to redress and get back in bed, when caught with blood exsisitng my lungs they came to comfort and help me expel the liquid. When pain racked my entire being my hand was held, comforting words provided. Hashirama became an everyday constant. For what ever reason he enjoyed spending time with me, a sappy smile always on his face, voice giddy with rapid speech as he talked about everything and anything. Stories about his childhood with his brothers and parents. Tobirmam’s prank wars with their cousin Toka. A drawn out battle still raging strong. His garden back at the compound. I didn’t have much to share in exchange, rather content to hear about him and his clan. He obviously loved them to death and back. Sometimes his father would come and pull him away litterly kicking and screaming. More often then not he escaped to my bedside a little while later, laughing along side me.
How long had it been since amusement graced my heart? When was the last time I was truely happy? That I laughed? Having someone to talk to, another person to spend time with, how long had it been?
Any reasonsable person would be sad for the victim, after all life was supposed to be about the ups and the downs. The highs and the lows. The happyness and agony. But how could anyone expect me to feel the former when secluded miles from civilization accompied by an empty building, deer, rabbits, snakes and fish, wind grazed grassy fields, babbling brooks and standing tall trees. All these years bitterness, hatred and pain had staked claims in my beating heart leading to distrust and self reliance. A break down of confidence until it was no longer present. Imprisoned physically but also mentally as my head replayed every heart break. A heart had no way to heal.
Time and time again I had to internally remind my self that no matter what, I had only me, my self and I. That was it. If I could call the Uchiha gaurds friends was still a question that remained to be answered. Unable to tell if their dedication to me was out of duty or pity. A secret part of me, tiny, mere fragments held out hope that at least one living person valued me for me. Wanted to be around me because they liked me. Wanting to be friends. A childish craving steeming from years of seclusion. An internal desire never outworldly expressed least something destroy everything that I could have ever wanted. But the more time I spent with the invading clans heir, I found my self having to have internal talks more and more. Maybe I was just starved for attention? Maybe I just wanted someone to talk to, a person who responds and engages? A wall could offer no words. An animal can’t speak. Yet the man just had a feel about him. Endless hope and positivity. He made me want to…try. Maybe just maybe…?
Giggles escaped my lips as he told me of another tale of his brothers antics against the yet to be met cousin Toka. The heir may not know how the war began but he benefited from the lasting amusement. “So he-“ the curtains were thrown to the side. Hashirama jumped to his feet, taking a protective stance in front of me only for his shoulders to drop and body relax. “Hey Tobi” as I was sitting up with the aid of stacked pillows behind me, I could better see the figure in the doorway. A tall, handsome fellow with sharp white hair sticking up in random directions. His blue upper body clothing perfectly complimented his navy blue armour. Arms folded across his chest he was the physical manifestation of masculinity. High cheek bones, red eyes like burning fire, muscles under clothing that could barely keep them contained. Tobirama Senju was tall and imposing. His appearance demanding the entirety of the room. At the first a harsh glare, filled to the brim with scolding and anger had been directed at Hashirama who winced at the look. That was until his eyes landed on me. After all the time passing since the Senju’s successful intrusion into Uchiha land before this moment I had yet to met the heir to be. A man said to be nearly as powerful as Madara and Hashirama. He certainly radiated power. As soon as he saw me his eyes went wide, a blush on his face as he stared intently. Then as if the ball had dropped, he looked away, eyes readdressing Hashirama. The latter who had a rain cloud over his head. The man for all his status and battlefield abilities was mopey. “Anji, father requires your presence.”
“But Tobi” pouting like a little brat Hashirama whined, “I don’t want to do more paperwork.” The younger man’s eyes narrowed, as if his patience was being tested. “Now.” Hashirama folded his arms over his chest. Turning his back to his brother like a child would a parent who they didn’t want to listen to, “no.” Lip jutting out a perfect complement.
An eye twitch, clenching of the teeth. As soon as he appeared the once warm room chilled to the bone. If Hashirama brought happyness and warmth his brother was the complete opposite. If Hashirama was the summer, Tobirama-Senju was winter. If the former was nature he would manifest as bright, colorful flowers. Tobirama would be the killing, chilly frost. Senju-Tobirama grabbed his brother, effectively dragging him away and off to his duties. The older sibling had yelped at the first touch but could be heard protesting from outside. But his voice was getting farther and farther away. I was never so confused.
I was kept away from the chilly exterior by medical professionals. After being snowed in after two weeks, the Senju warriors relished the ability to be out and about even if the dirt path back home was blocked by feet of snow. Me, I was just happy to be let out of bed regardless if it was just a moment or two. The first steps were shaky as I nearly collapsed on my first try. Luckily two medics were supervising and caught me before the ground and I could become reacquainted. Tiny steps, a couple here and there turned into small walks in the main part of the tent. I suspected it was mostly allowed because I was the only patient at this point. Dispite the uplifting progress my body was at odds with its self. Physical growth was often stomped down by weakness.
My whole world narrowed down to the medical tent and a limited list of visitors. The pattern was reflected day in and day out but didn’t bother me. Unable to hold myself back I told me self to enjoy the time because there would come a time when the Senju left and I would be on my own again. Engage and soak up the attention. Enjoy the warmth and full stomach. Good times never lasted.
Each time Tobirama and I crossed paths the scene became more and more confusing and awkward. The alpha only stayed around long enough to do what needed to be done, carolling Hashirama who never went quietly, speaking to the medics, or sometimes just staring. Buddy red eyes apparaising before fleeing. Happening sooner rather than later when our eyes met across the room or when he caught me staring at him. Yuir’s eyes only saddened when asked about it, saying little.
It was as if it occurred in real time. The burning pain in my back, my bones giving way under the heavy burden of the whip against my peeled flesh. The blood pouring down, over legs and feet, painting the group spookily. My own cries echoed in my ears. Unable to flee the torment when my limbs tied down with heavy chains. Words, inappropriate and cruel littered the air around me. Not letting up for a moment, offering no mercy to the young child. When the monsters grew tired of the man made torture device they moved on to the oh so original fists and feet. The fatal position wasn’t safe. They just wouldn’t stop.
Hashirama:
Daisuke, one of my beta cousins though rather distant didn’t hesitate to call me to medical tent. Understanding the severity, the male entered my private quarters where my second brother and I were pouring over paperwork with quick strides . The younger sibling staying late to bail out from under mounds of paperwork after lecturing me non to kindly about duty and hardwork. Fooey. I knew as soon as he called out for permission to enter that something was admiss. As if I could feel it in my bones, even Tobi lifted his head. Probably noticing somthing was up with his sensing abilities, ones compared to no other. With efficient steps born from knowing that time was always precious, the doctor in training came around to speak quietly yet swiftly into my ear reporting Sakura’s terrible nightmare. The doctors having called for me to come and quiet her down lest her mental and emotional nightmarish torment hinder her recovery. “Where do you think your going?” I glanced back only a moment at Tobi who had yet to move from his spot opposite of my former place at the desk. “I am needed elsewhere.”
A single sigh leaves his lips, “she is of no worth.” That downright pisses me off. How dare he say that about OUR mate? The women gifted us from the creators above. The one destined to make us happy and bear us children. How could the brother I raised care so little for an innocent women esspically an omega one? Where had father, mother and I gone wrong? “You waste too much time on her.You have more important things. You have a duty to your clan, they come first.” He was making my anger boil hotter and hotter with each word. Much was needed for me to become angry as I was always known for being the easy going, happy go lucky brother. But here and now he had crossed the line, my protective instincts rising up. I had already fallen in love. Sakura made me happy and just the other day I had made her laugh. It all came to the forefront and I took it all out on him. Throughly giving the white haired man a piece of my mind I snapped at him, “don’t lecture me about duty when you have no sense of the word.” Storming out of my tent, I didn’t wait for a reply verbal or facial.
The damn snow was pilling up again. The meager shovels we had brought with us, normally reserved for grave digging for dead enemies was put to use to redirect the snow elsewhere. Reglardless of their best efforts, we were once again buried up to our noises in the remains of another winter storm. The cold doing little to cool my pissed off soul. If only my anger could be reflected to my feet the all the snow would melt to mere drops of water. My mind was simply unable to grasp why he behaved the way he did. Making her out to be villain from a childish fairy tail. Long brown hair flowed this way and that as my head shook left to right, snow crunching under my leather covered toes. Taking a small pause I breathed deeply, in and out. Overwhelmed and confused, hurting and stressed I contuined forward. Daisuke at my heels.
The tent was lined with seals to ensure privacy. Nothing could be heard from the outside lest cries of agony upset those near by. But upon entering the cries of alarm and internal pain were clear as day to my ears. Needing no instructions I rushed to her bedside. Finding two of the medics already present, attempting to calm a awake and clearly freaking out Sakura. The women found to be huddled in the corner, shivering and crying. “Oh thank god” one beta said, the medical staff moving away to allow me to approach. “We managed to awake her but she panicked. Her lady ship keeps screaming not to touch her. Begging us not to hurt her further. We don’t understand and she won’t respond to us.”
Trying to keep my emotions in check, worry, fright, and with my anger far from gone I bent at Sakuras level. Hoping that by making my self less threatening she would respond better. There was little time to baby her, she needed to get back in bed, it was for her own good. She needed the extra warmth of the bedding and to be looked at. Her body to physically weak to be up and about. “Sakura?”Green pain riddled eyes flashed to me. Fear taking hold of any and every movement and all words leaving her mouth. “Please- please don’t, haven’t I suffered enough?” My hand paused not daring to reach out further. I may not understand but I knew she was hurting and I had an obligation to help her. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
“No! No! No!” She struggled in the corner disregarding that no one was touching her. “Please don’t, I don’t want to.”
“Sakura!” She was scratching her self violently, blunt nails leaving behind trails of torn flesh and fresh blood. She faught weakly as both of my calised hands grabbed one of hers in each of my own, preventing her from tearing into the skin of her limbs further. Both the medics grabbed a leg each and together we managed to get her into bed. The two making quick movements to tie her frailing body down. Screams contuined to break past her lips even as she chocked on blood. Tears streaming down her face, leaving behind visuals streams of salt and water.
The deep gashes she left on her arms and legs were quickly bandaged. A sedative issued via syringe.
None of this made sense. Why all of a sudden did she react so violently? It was expected that she would have nightmares. To have some emotional baggage but none of tonight’s events were understandable. And no reports had been made to me about previous occurrences.
Father found me the following morning still besides a sleeping Sakura. I had not slept the night nor did I look up to greet him too concerned to take my eyes off her. My omegan father understanding my plight came to sit besides me, a comforting palm resting on my shoulder. “I was just informed, what happened Hashirama?”
“I don’t know.” My father remained silent for quiet some time after my answer. The silence both a blessing and curse, allowing me to both focus on Sakura and tumble over my thoughts about last night, unable to get it out of my head. Replaying over and over again how she begged for her life, scared of her own mate. My life would be laid down before a finger was laid against her skin. Would kill my self without hesitation if I’d ever accidentally hurt her, and even then it wouldn’t be good enough. Not even if I was to die one hundred times or more. “I’ve talked to the medics, they’ve said she’s had two other episodes like this.” My frayed nerves couldn’t take it. Jumping to my feet I hollered uncharacteristically for the medical staff. Yuri rushed into the room panic lacing her facial features, three others, the rest of the staff on rotation following close on her heels. All showing similar levels of panic and worry. Seeing no threat to their patient confusion began to form. It didn’t take them more than a few seconds after arrival to realize how upset they had made me. The four kneeled, awaiting what I had to say.
“What the hell is going on?” I thundered, fury evident in every word, a small part of me pleased that they all jumped. Out of the four siblings of the main branch, Tobirmama for all his control had the worse mouth. Usually when I heared a swear word it brought back fond memories of me scolding him for his bad behavior even if I did find secret amusement when the three year repeated what our father said when he figured the youngest at the time wasn’t listening. His falsely comforting notion quickly dispaiting when the white haired boy repeated it at dinner one night. Mother dropped her chop sticks and father paused in raising his cups to his lips. The latter eyes widening. Both too shocked to outright scold the boy. Then it was a whorling windy room of voices, mother torn between scolding father harshly and gently correcting her youngest at the time, attempting to explain to the child why certain words were not appropriate. It was obvious Tobi didn’t understand what he had done wrong. Dad questioned his son where he heard such things, only for the three year old to report honestly. Our old man paling further at the remark. Me, I just sat there, outright laughing until I too got scolded. Sure blame the eight year old. Dinner was throughly disrupted for mother kept scolding or shooting deathly glares at dad and he wouldn’t meet any one in the eye. His verbal defenses falling to our mothers deaf ears. The memories may come to mind but here and now I was to pissed off to surround my self in the past and enjoy all we once had. Before the two of us were old enough to understand the concept of war, let alone make an apparence on the battlefield. “Answer me” I roared. “I asked you to care for her, to help her heal and she was screaming as if she’s being tortured! Then I find out though have been keeping this from me! How it’s happened more than once! How the fuck can I trust you to do your jobs?”
Four winces were witnessed by my eyes. Either they were smart and let me finish my rant or stupid because not one person spoke up in their own defense. “If this were to happen at home” I empathized the last word of the phrase, advancing on them with clenched fists, “I’d have you stripped of your titles and forbidden from serving in the medial corps!”
“Heal her and do it now” I threw a pointed finger at Sakura’s sleeping form. “Now” I roared, the alpha in me rising to the surface, unwilling to let things go one the way they had. The small space vibrating with the force of my rage. My chakra responding. Teeth grinding tighter together I advanced on them crew, tearing my arm out of my fathers warning grasp, “calm down son.”
“Hashirama?” A feminine voice reached me through the mist of emotions, instantly leading me out and back to reality, calming the beast within. Even if I hadn’t known her long, I’d regonize that voice no matter how far away or how burried deep in the darkest depths. “Sakura!” Whipping around on my heels I was greeted with the sight of her weakly awake mate, making a pitiful attempt at sitting up. Smiling wide I rushed to her sides, “Sakura, are you alright? No don’t sit up.” Gentle, reverent palms pushed her back against the bed only to feel her shaking under my hands skin. My eyes discovered her to be looking up at me in fright. “Hashirama-?”
What was going on? Why was she looking at me like I was a monster in a frightened child’s closet? “Sakura?” Big green eyes kept staring up at me from her laying down position on the bed. “Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you.”
Whether she believed me or not quickly became apparent. “Please” the tears began to fall. Instead of being a prisoner of my anger I was overcome by regret and sadness. What kind of alpha was I if my own mate was afraid of me? I had to look away unable to take the blow dealt by her reaction. Seeing the near frightened responses of my clan mates still kneeling at my feet slapped me in the face. Taking a deep breath I turned the medics, “I’m sorry I shouted, I hope you can understand that I was only worried for her. Yes you are at fault for not reporting everything but I shouldn’t ever yell at you.” Reassurances from them were freely given after looking at each other on their left and right. “My lord there is no need to apologize. We understand our mistake. I hope you will forgive us for our transgression, she had not had nearly as bad a nightmare as she did last night. Certainly before there had been no self harm. Otherwise rest assured, you two would’ve been notified asap.” With my head facing them I missed her she curling in on her self. Here I was, backtracking, trying to make things right and she still couldn’t look at me. “My lord, we will continue to care for her to the best of our abilities” another medical team member spoke up, “I might suggest to allieve your concerns that you are updated at a regular basis.”
“Seeing as we are in standstill I will allow it. But this must not interfere with what needs to be done” I wasn’t stupid enough to know he was speaking to all, Sakura excluded. “Yes sir” we all responded. Thumbs twirling in my lap I turned to look at her. “I‘m not scary” I tried, looking to my father for help when she failed to acknowledge my presence, keeping her back to me. “Sakura dear” he attempted, her sniffles reaching my ears causing me to wince. My own sounds of saddness reached the ears of those in the room. Father gently touches her shoulder to get her attention causing her to jump. Sakura’s frightened whimpers broke me. “Hashirama’s a big teddy bear,” father tried to lighten the mood, “he was just concerned for your wellbeing and ended up yelling. He won’t hurt you. No Senju will hurt you. Remember I told you that? And no ones hurt you right?” Green eyes peeked out from under her layered blankets, still laying on her side in the fatal position she shakes her head right to left and back again. “Come on, lay back down. That does’t look comfortable.” I dove for the floor, sitting on my knees besides her form. Giving her plenty of room to settle on her back. Disregarding that my height did little to make me small and meek looking. “There you go” he patted her leg.
“Check her, make sure she hasn’t accidently hurt herself ” he ordered, the both of us watching closely as Sakura was checked from head to toe by the medical staff on hand. Unable to miss the way her eyes watched all movements or how she pulled away from all direct touches. “I’d like her to be relaxed as possiple” Yuri began, pulling back her glowing green hands. Bowing the beta female contuined, “its best for her mental, emotional, physical well-being that she does. It will help her recover better is she is calm.”
“Understood” green eyes looked at me, meeting my brown ones. Taking a chance my hand shaking on my own reached for hers. Green eyes blinked once then twice. Nibbling on her lip for a moment before taking a chance, reaching out for me, letting our fingers interlink. Happy purrs left my chest as I lifted on my knees to get close enough to rest my head on her cot next to hers. Soaking up our time together.
One step forward and three steps back. The following days were rough. Instead of walking on solid ground it was as if the whole medial crew, father and I were walking on thin ice, creaking and cracking under every step, threatening to break with every movement. She was semi ok with holding hands, often times pulling back after a few moments, having taken to laying on her side to watch the entry way of her small closed off space. Most times when one walked in the room, you could find her hiding under the blankets, shivering in fright. Startled by every living noise. Touching Sakura for even the most basic of medial procedures was out of the question. She screamed, bit, clawed. Sakura stopped eating.
Sakura didn’t speak much. Refusing to talk about what happened that night. What she had seen or heard. What memories had replayed in her head. Yet she was easy to read, coming across like a small, scared to die prey animal. We went from trying to build trust to nothing at all, not even small crumbles.
It was one of those times now, sitting besides her bed, being watched by big, green, owlish eyes. Weak eyes that were now a days always watchful. As if they were waiting for the bomb to drop and the pain to start. Still curled in on her self under the four stacked blankets her orbs wavered from me to one of the medic on staff, Ano, I think her name was. The brunet was carrying a tray of food meant to enter Sakura’s tummy. But I was not under the impression that it was going to go down peaceful. Four days without food. We had tried to coxed her into multiple meals, but still she refused to partake. As if was we had to hold her down to administer medication and force pills down her throat. Traumatizing her further. Although the force actions might only be administered for her own good, it was still not the most favorable of opinions. And personally my lest favorite. “Here you go.” The brunette’s voice was light and airy, making an affordable attempt not to alert her to the unfortunate outcome, it having been decided that if today she didn’t eat of her own free will she would be force fed for her own good. As it was she had lost any weight she had put on in the weeks with us. The weakness becoming more prominent as each days sun rose and fell.
Sakura sniffed showing a little interest offered by the medical personnel. But my hope was quickly dashed when she hid again, the sounds of her sniffles reaching my ears. How my heart broke everytime she expressed her sorrow verbally, when she took shelter underneath cotten and thread, how far we had backtracked.
“Sakura-San?” Ano asked, bending down at the side of her bed. The tray pressed to her chest, knees hitting her elbows she tried to make her self look small and unthreatening. “I brought you some delicious stew outfitted with venison, carrots, potatoes and cabbage. There’s a small bowl of rice next to it” she pointed out, catching the attention of the eyes peeking out from under the covers. “I also wanted to send you a nice glass of milk, you know to help you with the heat. Let us know if you need anything else” and with those compassionate words she turned on her heels and left.
One word used to describe me was optimistic. Everyday since the incidence I held out hope for her to get better, to eat and return to normal. We didn’t have to do anything special, just chat about nothing at all and her to heal. I missed her smiles and giggles. But each evening my hopes went unmet.
Stepping out into the privacy of the larger portion of the canvas healer tent I tried to prepare my self for the conversation ahead, finding father and Yuri waiting. Dispite the lateness of the night all the medical staff was on hand, ready to help make a decision with Sakura’s best interest at heart. As much as it pained me to agree to the readily made choice I respected that it had to be done. The medics were willing to sacrifice her “trust” and emotional discomfort to force fed her. Until hope could shine a light on the predicament when Sakura began eating on her own. Then trust could be regained, until then it was inpervious that she eat willing or not. This tactic was to be implemented instantly for the betterment of her physical health. But as soon as they entered her quarters they appeared again. Motioning near silently for father and I to come and take a look, but when neither of us did right away, one of the medical ninja spoke up “Tobirama-Sama.” That was all it took to get us to hurry over. Father and I we walked a few feet to stand in the entry way with Yuri and her assistant, eyes landing on Sakura and Tobi’s formerly private moment.
Tobirama was kneeling at the side of her bed, knees lifting his body up to appear unthreatening yet still able to provide her with is full attention. And that he did. A small wooden table, her bedside table to be exact had been pulled up closer, a warm meal placed on top. The same food from earlier, the very one they were planning to make her eat against her will. Yet he managed to not only get her to come out from under the numerous throws tasked with keeping the cold at bay but also got her to sit up against the pillows and eat. All three things that we failed at for the last four days. Another person might be mad but me… I was elated. They were not only spending time together and but he was caring for her. The women he saught to leave behind. Neither of them seemed to notice our presence. Four sets of optic orbs watched in amazement as he with great care got a fresh spoonful of food to feed her. Yet she pulls back. Disappointed I bite my lip, hoping he can convince her to eat. Tobi takes this in stride as if he’s done this dozen of times, lifting the metal spoon to his lips he eats that serving. Out of his mouth and back into the bowl. This was uncommon and unexpected, my brother refusing to share any utensils or eat anything shared with another person. Not even his own brothers. But here in this moment that self imposed rule was caste aside. This next time Sakura took the offering, chewing and swallowing whole.
She would take a few mouthfuls hungrily. Then he would have to take a bite himself. Whatever the reason it worked. A sigh left my lips, thank the heavens she was eating. The pattern followed until the bowl of stew was empty, the rice quickly following. Without warning once the meal was done, he left using his telaportation Justu, leaving the rest of us confused and relieved. Sakura on the other hand was sound asleep , tucked in under the comforters keeping the cold at bay.
Quiet resumed. The days became monotonous. I’d awake, dress and eat. Then came either training or meetings. Lunch then more of the same. Before I finally returned to Sakura’s side. Then dinner and off to bed. With energy to spare I was the rambunctious brother. Tobi was calm, collective like inflowing water. Itma was the goofy third brother. And Karawami was the quiet, shy brother, expect when he had was mad, then his secret temper came out to play. The latter two seemed more quite then normal. Almost reserved. But neither seemed overly welcoming to the thought of talking it out. Leaving me no option but to let them be. Tobi continued to be his old self. But him being standofish about her was throwing me for a loop, the first time when I brought up what happened that night he didn’t believe me, not comprehending what I was saying. In fact just yesterday the generals and I arrived early to a meeting in fathers tent only to accidently walk-in on a verbal brawl regarding Sakura between father and him. I couldn’t be more confused. For the first time in my life he walked away from his clan duties, absent from the evenings meeting.
Over a month and a half into our temporary stay in the former Uchiha territory Sakura seemed to revert partly back to her old self. A little more confident and slightly happier with smiles and chuckles. It warmed my heart to see her emotional state of mind improve. But she was none the less wary of touches and refused help bathing or when sitting up. Many a times I would find my self reaching out to help only to remind my self to respect her boundaries. When Sakura catches me doing so she smiles slightly. Yet still refuses to tell me what caused her such distress, keeping her mouth zipped up tight. Then there was some times where she would be caught reaching out to me, to the medics, to father. Sakura might choose to pull away abruptly but everyone can see she was desperate for closeness, acting as if she never been given such a thing in her whole life. Yet many a times her fear won out.
Sakura still struggled to adapt a regular, healthy eating habit. Two more times I had caught Tobis odd behavior. After his tension inducing denial, as strange as his behavior may be it was decided universaly without speaking to not bring it up again. Live and let live, it worked right?
As soon as the third storm of the season passed, Tobirama was dragging the younger siblings off to the woods to hunt, seeing as our military rations and former hunting stores were getting low again. Being in the woods, doing what the Hataka had done for years was one of the few happy spots of my white haired brother. Several hunters went out leaving the rest of us to divide the rest of the camp duties. Some went searching for dry wood to replace the depleted coal supplies. As it was Sakura was receiving mine and our younger brothers. The latter two having willing given it up for her. Some of the men were bunking together more than assigned to keep warm. But being a shinobi came down to the rules, sacrifice for others and endure in the face of duty. While two groups had been sent out on patrols the remaining few Senju warriors, my self included began working to clear the snowy path back home. Having the ability to make a near needless supply of clones and wooden shovels was a useful power. The men may mutter and complain when they thought I was listening, about how I neglected my duty for not helping prior when trying to clear the way. But Sakura came first. And did it really matter considering the snow just filled in what we plowed? Whatever let them talk.
Dispite the cold weather surrounding us in the wintery wonderland I was sweating. Not having realized before that I had cleared around four miles of road. Not a formal road but a make shift one leading back to Senju territory. So I paused for a moment to wipe the sweat off my forehead. Shedding heavy armour and sweatshirt I was left in northing more than a shinobi wire shirt and my pants. Walking back to headquarters for a fresh drink of water I once again caught the snide remarks of clan mates. Whispering about how I flaunted my prowless by walking around shirtless. What bullshit, I got sick, hot and cold just like every other human. And although I may never show it, the comments did in fact hurt.
Paperwork was slow, good. If I sat any longer I’d go stur crazy. Falling on my back, I yelped as the cold dirt floor meet my shirt covered back. Father only lifted an eye brow from his seat on t he other side of the traditional low table desk. “Well done Hashirama” I sat up to give him a lifted eye brow kinda look. “I think this is the first time your brother hasn’t had to drag you kicking and screaming to do paperwork.” I humph is response, folding my arms over my chest, pouting. A grey rain cloud over my head. My response earning a heartfelt chuckle my parental figure. “I always said if only Tobi had been born a few years sooner.” Father lost all amusement with this statement, eyes darkening and a frown taking residence on his face. Responding the same now as he did the previous times I had made the same statement, “Hashirama shut up.” He never did appreciate my serious yet humorous statement. It was true, the second runner for heirship was far better suited to be the next clan head than me. He was focused and dedicated to his paperwork and could sit hours at a desk. He was innovative and intelligent. Yet on the other side of the spectrum he was anti social and incapable of understanding others emotions. Heck, the poor man could barely interpret his own.
What once appeared to be the timeless story of monanty quickly faded when I stumbled upon Sakura, Kawamara and Itama conversing in her “room.” The two were. Leaning far to close for my liking earning a snarl. The aggressive noise startled them out of their conversation. Itama went as far as to knock over his chair, earning me a silent moment of private satisfaction. “Back off” their faces, if the situation was anything but would have been priceless, backing up with heads titled in submission. “Sorry brother” Kawarama muttered, “we just wanted to meet her.”
“Hashirama?” Being wedged between the two parties afforded me the oppertunity to turn my back to the younger heirs and provide her with my full attention. “Yes?” Giddy, I dove to sit closest to her, Sakura giggled. “Hi Hashirama.”
If I had a tail it would be wacking something fierce, my happyness smoothering those in the immediate area, “hi!” A couple snickers could be heard at my back, thinking on the spot to mess with the youngsters, I whipped around in my chair and gave them my most menacing face. The two shared a look before breaking down lauphing on the spot. Itama nearly keeling over, clutching at his stomach. When they didn’t stop I gave Sakura the same treatment. The small enclosure erupting in chuckles and giggles. “Whats that face supposed to be?”
“That Sakura-San is Nii-SAN’s I’m angry face. Well more like I’m acting mad face” Kawamara answered, retaking his seats, a smile still plastered on his face, laughs beginning to petter off. “All he manages to do is make us lauph though” his twin said, taking back his chair. “What are you two doing here?”
“We wanted to meet our newest guest” Itma answered, sitting backwards on his chair so he could rest his arms and head on the backrest. “You meanie” he finished, “keeping Sakura hidden away.”
“Well treasure isn’t supposed to be found” I snark before I can think about what my mouth is saying. As the saying goes, can’t take back what you say once its said…My face is beat red, no mirror needed. The room is silent…for a couple moments before Kawamara plain out says, “you are a smitten sucker.”
“Shut” up I shout, head coming back as my hands cover my eyes. Going back so far my limbs frail so that I don’t fall backwards out of my chair. “You are so mean” my lower lip juts out in a mock pout. “Oh please you big teddy hear” he sasses, punching me in the upper arm near the shoulder, “its only fair. You know, alls fair in love and war. You harass us, we get to harass you back.”
“Brother power” Itma cheers. Sakura’s hand is covering her sounds of amusement, eyes lighting up at our playful banter. “Well then I will be returning the kind favor” I threaten, “just you wait.”
“Oh were so scared” the youngest instigates, mocking me outright. “You won’t be so tough when I recruite Tobirama for help.” Kawamara calls my bluff as his hand goes to his chest in fake offense, “our dearest brother against us. Never.” And it was true, there were times in my life that I felt that Tobi would choose them over me, even if I was over it now as an adult. “Whatever” Itma takes a different route, nonchalance, “he and Toka have a truce right now. No antics while on champaign or somthing or another.”
“Whose turn is it now?” As the conversation changes, I notice that not for the first time Sakura just sits and watches from the sidelines, content to listen and say very little. He heard swivels as the speaker changes. Smiling in content all the while. “Tobi-nii” the other brother answers. “Forgive me Sakura, you haven’t been formally introduced to my siblings. Or cousin for that matter. I’ll bring her around later as long as the medics give the all clear.”
“Hashirama-Aniki please we introduced ourselves earlier. Seeing as you were running around shirtless and not present.” For a moment I sputtered, like I said before Kawamara had no filter. “Watch your mouth.”
“Oh please no Senju is body shy” the younger man returned, “but your in the presence of a lady” I remind the man. “I apologize.” Sakura waves her hand dismissively, “don’t mind me.” There is little doubt in my head that one of the two, likely Kawamara were planning to retort with a witty remark but as much as he might mess with me he also knew to respect me esspically in front of my mate. So with a single look I sent him into momentarily silence. “How are you feeling? I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner.”
Sakura gives me a kind smile, “that’s alright Hashirama, I know you must be very busy with all your heir duties. Surely you must be bored sitting with me all the time with nothing to do. My health hasn’t changed all that much since you ate with my early this morning.” Theres no hesitation in telling her that I’m not bored when spending time with her.
“Hashirama, I have a question” she says out of no where. “Sure, I’ll do my best to answer.”
“Where are the Uchiha guards?” How to respond to her inquiry esspically when it came from out of no where? Why was she asking? What was her intentions? Why did she care? “They are under our care” I reply carefully, feeling the eyes of my brothers boring into my back, watching and waiting while they observe and copy me to know how to act themselves. After all the topic was a tense one, she had been under their car for quiet some time. But what exactly was her relationship with the alpha males? “Why do you ask?”
“I-“ she looks away for a time, fingers wringing in her lap. “They took care of me after they found me sick- I haven’t seen them nor hear anything of how they are” when she finally speaks she looks at my directly. Although I may not sense any deceit my misgivings still remain. “I ruined the mood, sorry” her head swings so she’s no longer looking at us. Instead staring off into space. As she said the mood of the room is infact changing for the worse. And although she may comment from time to time she keeps up with this invisible wall of reservation around herself.
The body goes ridged. Falling to the ground in a heap of pain riddled flesh and bone. Blood flowing freely from the mouth, tears a constant stream out of the eyes. Brown orbs watch as the world falls apart, as if I’m nothing more than a onlooker of a play . But the final blow to one’s heart is knowing that hope for us is lost.
Sakura:
Its mid December, right before Christmas when I am strong enough to leave the medical tent, even if it is for the first time and only temporary. The clan heir, a fellow omega, the only omega in camp other than my self is by far the one that I feel at ease with. All my life betas and alphas had abused me, physically, mentally, emotionally. Omegas had comradely, suffering together, healing together. Helping each other to stand and move forward. Figuratively and litterly. The tall man leaned down to my level as much as he could to help me walk outside, leaving behind the concerned gazes of the medical tent staff. With his arm around my waist, he lead me through as virtually quiet camp seeing as it was early in the morning. The few Senju that stumbled upon us stopped to stare at me, eyes raking me head to toe in an uncomfortable manner until the clan head sensing my changing mood sent them on their way with brisk words.
The walk was both long and short. Located at the other end of camp, the makeshift jail seemed almost out of reach for one suffering so much physically. Yet not nearly enough time for metro come up with what to say. How could I even look the men that had cared for me, put their lives on the line for me when I was warm, comfortable in the medical tent when they were cuffed and suffering. Just another painful reminder of how cruel the human race could truly be, how two faced. Even when the entrance came into sight, standing out against the other tents by its distance from others and the gaurds out front, I had no idea what to say. Just knew that my heart was weighed down and saddened. War was heartless.
All four gaurds part way to allow us through, bowing politely at the clan head but giving me curious looks. The early morning did little to help the prisoners rest as we found them all awake, able to see clearly in the dark due to the three lite candles in the cramped space. At first its as if they’re anger takes them over opening their mouths to begin insulting Butsuma-Sama, only to freeze in their tracks when all black eyes land on me, still behind helped to stand by the Senju clan leader. At first they look at with me with shock before becoming defensive of me. “Let her go” Moka ordered dispite being stripped of his leadership status, “ she’s a poor defenseless omega. Don’t hurt her” Yoka his brother begs, both leaning forward from their sitting postions on the cold, hard ground. The two other gaurds, Ouloa and Ed lips were peeled back in snarls, growling out threats of their own but there was doubt in my mind that none of it was directed at me. I whispered the men’s names, diverging their attention for the man besides. “Are you ok?” The whispered words leave my lips in a rush, afraid to speak but not daring not to. “What have they done to you?” And sure enough the four were covered in various shades of bruises ranging from yellow to black, cuts littered their flesh and they were obviously manurished even more so than me. All four men’s clothing was tattered and ripped in some manner doing little to keep the cold at bay let alone be comfortable. How these proud men had suffered, how heartbreaking it was to see. Tears welled up in my eyes. But this wasn’t about me or my mental state. It was about them.
The Senju had not asked me to speak to them, if anything the enemy clan was doing my a enormous favor by letting me speak to them. With one hand still pressed to my lips, Butsuma-Sama helped me sit on a provided chair. Wrapping me up tight in a fur coat before affording us privacy to speak. I waste no time in leaving my chair and coat behind, coming to crouch in front of the four. Reaching out hesitantly only for them to back away. “It’s alright my lady. We’re alright, but how are you?” Moka urged, putting on a brave face. “My lady are you alright?” Ouloa asked, rising to his knees to get closer. “Have they hurt you?” Their questions were rapid fire showing deep concern for my own well being rather than focus on their own. Tears falling I told them I was unharmed and ok. Sniffles breaking up my words. “They treat me well” I finished, try to allievate their selfishless worry. Ones true character was always dictated by their actions, and for them to think of me first before themselves were actions of true heroes. “How could they have done this to you”
A pitiful smile by Ed was given as he answered, “war is never fair.” My head could only be shaken as sadness encased my heart, leading me to clutch at it. “Why must it be this way, full of pain? Please, I wasn’t the fighting to end.”
“Our battle ends here” Yoka says, my eyes widening with the intentions behind the sentence. My whimpers increasing in volume even when my fists was shoved in my mouth by my own intention. “But the war, I’m not sure it will ever end. Please don’t let it bother you. Shinobi die with the tide of battle and we lost this one. Death comes for all of us eventually, we knew we signed up for this profession.” I lunged for us, wrapping him in a tight embrace, “no” I cry “I don’t want you to go. Any of you.” With their hands tied behind their backs, the four Uchiha alphas tried to quiet my grief, reassuring me with little effect that they were accepting of their fate. “My lady” Moka began, looking at me seriously, sitting directly next to his twin brother who I still clung to desperately. With he slight turn of my head I looked his dead in the eye. “From now on” his serious tone sets me off further, “you must look out for your self. Protect your self at all costs, the clan will not come to help you, nor will your mates. We have done all we can, and all though our efforts have failed we ask for forgiveness before we must part paths here.”
“No” I shake my head, “I can beg, maybe-“
“My lady” Ouloa begins, “they have all ready killed the others during battle, it is only a matter of time before we lose our lives as well.” If the scene was different, if the stakes were not so high, the widening of my. Eye brows might’ve been interpreted as comedic. But not now, not here. “Yukto?” I whispered, “Akimitsu? Juno?” Ouloa’s head shakes, “Yukto we assumed died in the mansion, a valent attempt to buy the others enough time to get away. Juno was the third line of defense. But he’s gone. And Akimitsu-“ he didn’t need to say anymore, the message loud and clear in makeshift jail. I feel back on my but, but not even the hard, damn ground managed to permeate the reality hitting me. “They died protecting me” I summed after a few moments of silence. It was one thing to come to the conclusion in my own head but another to speak the truth out loud. The latter hitting even harder than even assumed possiple. “Dry your tears my lady” Ed spoke gently, yet quietly so much like his normal day to day personality, “its alright. They died for duty.”
“No” with the tears never ending I stared endlessly at the ceiling of the tan canvas tent, as if the fabric would provide me the answers I so desperately needed. “It is ok” Yoka murmors, nearly silent in the space. All four faces are painted with resolution, unafraid of the fate that awaits them. One that would be dished out sooner rather than later. “Remember what we said” Moka orders for the first time of his life, “protect your self above all else and don’t let them get to you.”
“The Senju clan, although may be the ancestral enemy of the Uchiha will not hurt an omega. They are known to take in omegan stragglers and orphans. We have already asked the clan head and he has assured us you will be welcomed and safe among them. We may fight and kill one another but he has honor and so does his children” Captain Moka began, “you must trust them. But be wary. Watch out for your self and stay safe.”
“My lady” Ed says, catching my attention to be taken off the brothers, “when they execute us do not watch.”
“Everything will be ok” Ouloa says, “just know that we are sorry. Our deepest regrets are that we didn’t get to protect you or say goodby to our families. But if you happen to see them, tell them we love them.” What was there to say, how could I respond other than to nod. “I will.”
“Forgive us Sakura-Sama” Ed nearly begs through his facial expressions and voice. “There is nothing to forgive. Thank you for everything you’ve done.” My head hangs low, too many emotions running through my veins to distinguish what is what. Fear of the unknown, fear for them, resolution for the inevitable, grief for I was bound to lose the men that cared for me, who had been my friends for years. At the very hands of the people who had treated me so well. With hands pressed against my eyes, the water leaving them wouldn’t stop.
The first indicator of a intruder was the cold burst of air into the room, then came the harsh grip to the shoulder. Unceremoniously I was dragged from the tent, nearly thrown onto the cold winter ground, finding myself at the feet of the second child of Butsuma-Senju, Tobirama. Above me, his red eyes bored deep into my skin, threatening to set me aflame with his obvious hatred. Arms folded over his chest the man began a barrage of words, thrown in anger “what the hell you think you’re doing? Helping them escape? And here we thought you could barely walk due to medical issues.”
“Tobirama-Sama-“ nothing else go passed my lips, before he rained down the sentence only an alpha could inflict onto an omega. “How cruel is fate to give me an omega dedicated to my lifelong enemy. A shame as it is unfair” a sigh leaves his lips, “I hear by reject you as my mate.”
Agony, more sinful then anything imaginable invaded every drop of blood my in my veins, piecing every nerve and breaking every bone. Nothing could describe the cruel pain rushing through my body. Blood erupted from my mouth, overwhelming my throat as my body fell sideways onto the natural group. My screams blending perfectly with the agony.