... damn, that's almost the whole story right there. XD
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Of course she misses you, but she doesn't want to see you, had said the pirate, all easy apologetic grins and firmly held pistols. What the hell did that even mean?
(inside he feared he knew, that she had been defiled, tortured out of true, made dirty by the touch of ... he didn't want to think about that, but his parents did, he knew; when the ransom talks failed they were the ones who urged him to give up on her, that she was too dirty for him now. He would never agree with that; no matter what she would be the little girl who never gave up on him when he tried his best to force her away. It was his turn to return the favor.)
The pirate was good at being sneaky as he escaped back to his ship, but Sasuke was in great shape and still young enough to remember where all the good climbing trees and shortcuts were in the town, so it wasn't difficult to trail him. He was going to find Sakura, and he was going to take her back from those monsters, and he didn't care if his parents or Sakura themselves said she was too broken for him now; they'd leave town, go on a cruise, anywhere but here.
But when he saw her standing on the bowsprit, one hand barely bothering to trail on the nearest rope for balance, bare feet planted wide apart on the narrow wood beam, she didn't look like anyone who needed rescue for anything at all, her and her cocked hips in men's breeches and the cutlass at her belt and her glorious hair hacked off at the neck, flying in the sea wind.
And then of course while he was distracted the blond man slipped behind him and knocked him out.
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Of course she misses you, but she doesn't want to see you, had said the pirate, all easy apologetic grins and firmly held pistols. What the hell did that even mean?
(inside he feared he knew, that she had been defiled, tortured out of true, made dirty by the touch of ... he didn't want to think about that, but his parents did, he knew; when the ransom talks failed they were the ones who urged him to give up on her, that she was too dirty for him now. He would never agree with that; no matter what she would be the little girl who never gave up on him when he tried his best to force her away. It was his turn to return the favor.)
The pirate was good at being sneaky as he escaped back to his ship, but Sasuke was in great shape and still young enough to remember where all the good climbing trees and shortcuts were in the town, so it wasn't difficult to trail him. He was going to find Sakura, and he was going to take her back from those monsters, and he didn't care if his parents or Sakura themselves said she was too broken for him now; they'd leave town, go on a cruise, anywhere but here.
But when he saw her standing on the bowsprit, one hand barely bothering to trail on the nearest rope for balance, bare feet planted wide apart on the narrow wood beam, she didn't look like anyone who needed rescue for anything at all, her and her cocked hips in men's breeches and the cutlass at her belt and her glorious hair hacked off at the neck, flying in the sea wind.
And then of course while he was distracted the blond man slipped behind him and knocked him out.