Post by Sakura Shizuka on Feb 10, 2010 16:17:18 GMT -5
The familiar rush of adrenaline pulsated through Sakura’s veins, keeping the half grin plastered on her face. Alright, while she would have preferred to be sitting down somewhere quiet with a cup of tea, this wasn’t so bad either. Eyes darting left to right as guards approached from either side, Sakura muttered a quiet “baka” under her breath, before charging at both, fists saying hello to the solar plexus. A hand touched her shoulder, and Sakura was quick to grab it firmly, twisting it in a not-too-pleasant way. “Don’t touch me.” Her words came out more as a snarl rather than a simple sentence.
Delivering a swift kick to the stomach, Sakura let go of the man’s hand as he slumped to the ground. As more guards approached, Sakura, for a brief moment, wondered why the hell were there so many of them. Sure the first prince was here and all, but wasn’t this a little bit extreme? A dry look crossed her face for a brief second as she flipped (yet another) guard over her shoulder. Obnoxious as always, weren’t they? Those royals.
Sparing a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure he was alright, Sakura made a mental note to berate the First Captain later on. While she did have a pretty good idea of what happened, he ruined her perfect/too true to be good day (lets ignore the fact that it was Sakura own choice to go to Clovisland, shall we?). Plus it was in the job description. She had to be the bitch who yelled at everyone. Head tilting to the side as a soldier tried to deliver a punch, the young Commander let her eyes fall on the first prince again. Euric. She knew him. Well, obviously she ‘knew’ him-he was the First Prince. But as a person, Sakura knew him. Not as well as she knew, say, Izumi, but she knew him well enough to know that he was one of the rare birds in the Royal Flock. Not a complete asshole. An idiot, just by default, but not one she would like to see guillotined.
Sakura mentally scoffed at herself. As much as she tried, she couldn’t deny the fact that she was still somewhat attached to the Royal Family. It disgusted her. “What? It’s not fair if you have all the fun, you know.”
“Hah?!” Sakura called over the crowd, growling when someone tried to grab hold of her. “Will you kindly bugger off?!” she snarled as she spun on her heel, choosing to simply sock the man in the face. Huffing slightly, Sakura’s eyes glared at opposing guards. This was becoming ridiculous. She had wanted to make a clean break. None of this ‘lets tango ‘round the park’ crap. Deciding that someone would have to take the first step to stop all this, she began to move away from the stage, flipping off the guards as she easily blended in, a smirk gracing her face.
“By the way… did I hear you apologize to those first two guards?”
“Hmm?” Sakura turned her head to Vierre, a slightly surprised look on her face. He heard her? Impressive. Punching a solider who was approaching from behind with her fist without turning around, Sakura raised a challenging eyebrow at the First Captain. “And if I did?” she retorted. “Contrary to poplar belief, DeMara, I am not a complete sword-waving-hot headed-rampaging lunatic. I do know how to be civil.” Her eyes glanced behind her. “Besides…they were just doing their job. Which reminds me…” Emerald eyes snapped back to Vierre, the familiar ‘I am not pleased’ look back in them.
“You better have one hell of a report ready for me when we get back.”
[EXIT]
