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daraanna · 5 years ago

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“Arranged Love”- Part Two „Red ribbon”

She sat at her mother's bed. She slowly soaked the sponge with water and then washed the skin of the sleeping woman with it. She shouldn’t have deal with this, but when she saw how maids treated the sick woman, she chased them away. It didn’t change the fact that now she should serve her husband not mom. Once again she felt disgust. She did not dream about such a life. Although she has long ago abandoned naive plans to follow her father's footsteps, she hoped that she will be able to become Miko. She definitely preferred to serve gods and people, rather than just one self-loving man. However, in the current situation, that wasn’t the main thing she was thinking about. The pain after his father's death was still fresh. Although two months have passed since his funeral, she still could not believe it. She often caught herself on that she expected him to return. It did not seem real that he would never see him again. After the information about her husband's death, her mother's health deteriorated sharply. Her mother was sick for many years, but now she barely found the strength to get up from the bed. Looking at her, she could not stop the growing fear at the thought that she would leave her soon too.

“I think that this hand can’t be any cleaner... “ she heard a melodic voice. She looked up at the smiling face of pink-haired woman .

"Good morning" she replied and smile back, "How are you?”

"Uh ... It used to be better ... Although I'm more interested in how you feel ?" In spite of her pain, her mother was still worried about her more than she was about herself. Involuntarily, she sighed. "Everything is okay? Sarada did he ...

"No... We did not even do it," she replied. “He preferred to talk ...”

“I knew that Naruto's son must be kind ...”

"Or prefer servants," replied the black-haired woman under her breath.

“What?” Sakura asked.

“Nothing important...”

“Sarada. I know you did not dream about it ... I and Dad would do anything to make you happy ...”

“Mom, you do not have to ... It's the only way to defend Naka from plundering. Nobody dares to attack the emperor's land, especially now ... “she stopped when felt touch on her hand. Her mother gently pulled her to hug her tight.

You know perfectly well that it isn’t what I mean. I will not ... I do not know how long I can be with you. Naruto was a friend of your father from an early age. I know that you will be safe here ...” Black-haired girl instinctively snuggled into her

“You should not call the Emperor by name” - she reminded to which the older woman reacted with laughter. “You know, your father called him a dope... I think we know each other too long to follow the court's etiquette”

Sarada nodded in pity. How many stories she heard about the times when father and mother grew up in the royal court. Sasuke as a son of Shogun was sent to the palace for study with sensei Kakashi Hakate. Her mother was the daughter of the castle servants, but because of her extraordinary beauty, she was taken to learn in order to become an imperator’s concubine... However, the friendship that was born between her parents and the young emperor thwarted many adult plans. Everything changed when the army of Danzo attacked Naka. In one night all members of the Uchiha clan were murdered. The only survivor was her father who was then in the capital. It took him 7 years to regain his hometown and defeat the forces of the Shimura. However, she did not know the details of what happen then. Her parents didn’t want to talk about it. When she finished thinking the door to the room opened. Empress stood in them carrying a pot of tea. Sarada quickly stood up to bow to the arrived, which she replied with a smile.

"Good morning Sakura, Sarada, nice to see you," queen welcomed them, putting tea at the nightstand

“Sakura, how are you feeling? “ moments later, the emperor appeared in the room, putting the youngest girl in a consternation - I see that my beautiful daughter-in-law is also here!” he shouted patting her on the head “My son is lucky, amazing that Sasuke bastard became the father of such beauty. You probably have all the genes after mom ...

-Naruto! - the menacing tone of the pink-haired woman stopped the emperor.

Hinata-sama did not look happy about his words either.

“I'm sorry, I know, I should not speak ill of the dead, but it's hard to believe that teme is dead ...”- the blond sighed. Everyone in the room became sad. Seeing this empress, she decided to change the subject.

“Um .. Sarada, have you met Himawari?

The girl looked at her questioningly, not knowing what that sunflower is ...

“Uh ... Younger sister of Boruto, Himawari. You know ... She was very happy that now she would have an older sister ... She is 8 years old, so she does not understand everything yet, but she really wanted to meet you, "she said smiling.

"True, why do not you go and visit her, and we will talk to Sakura-chan?" said blond.

Black-haired girl felt like she was 10 years old again. It was hard to tell her how she felt about that the royal couple treated her like a child. On the one hand, she felt anger, in the end, it was them who married her with their son, making her an adult. On the other ... It made her feel safe . However, no matter what she think about this situation, every request of the emperor should be treated as an order. She got up and, bowing to the elders, left the room.

...................... Finding the rooms of her sister-in-law was not easy. Although the Uchiha residence in Naka was not small, the imperial palace was enormous. She had already lost hope of finding herself in these intricate labyrinths, when something furred had grazed her feet. She froze. Moments later, another animal ran out from the next door, followed by a little girl dressed in a multi-colored kimono.

“Kurama no! “ she shouted after the fox.

If it was not shocking enough, moments after that she felt the weight on her shoulder. When she turned her head, she saw the frightened Tanuki suspended on her hand. “You should be friends with Shukaku and not chase him! Oh! Sarada-nee !?

The confused girl only nodded.

-Wooow, sister is so pretty... Let's have play! - shouted a 8-year-old girl and before she could protest, she was dragged into the chamber. The room was a mess. Scattered ribbons, paint stains, two buried beds for animals, and after that a bed and a huge wardrobe with scattered clothes. In the middle of it all, a frightened babysitter stood.

“Princess, you can not ... Oh! “ she started, but she quickly bowed when she saw Sarada. Black-haired returned the gesture.

“Nana, you can go ... Sister will take care of me” a small Uzumaki smiled. The governess opened her mouth for a moment as if she wanted to resist but when she saw the fox returning to the room she apparently found that it was better to evacuate because a moment later she was gone.

"Will you help me comb Kuraama?" Asked the blue-eyed girl, trying to catch the unfortunate animal.

“Comb?”

"I must put a ribbon on his tail to make him look kawaii ..." she replied

"Um ... Are you sure he likes it?" She asked, looking at the frightened animal. Himawari looked at her pet and then at the ribbons in her hands.

“D-does not look like ... But the ribbons are so pretty” she sighed .

“You know ... What is nice for people does not have to be nice for animals “ Uchiha crouch next to her - Look at Kurama, the gods gave him beautiful fur, he don’t need additional decorations ...

The girl looked at her with understanding. Then, without any warning, she hugged her.

“Nee-chan is sooo smart!”

Black-haired had no idea how to react. She was not used to such close contacts with strangers, but on the other hand, it was hard not to like the little princess. She gently stroked her head. "Don’t you think you should clean up here?" She replied, looking around the room.

“Huh? There's no need , maids will do it ...”

“But it's your room and I do not think your pets are feeling well in this mess.”

Himawari looked at the fox and tanuki animals were stressed by frequent entanglement in different clothes and ribbons.

"I think you're right," she replied sadly.

Sarada smiled.

"I can help you and then we'll play, okay?" She asked. The younger returned her smile.

“Hai”

.................................... It did not take long for them to clean this room. It is true that more work was done by the older, this little Uzumaki didn’t hesitate. Finally, the beds of animals were also tidy and this time they set them on opposite sides of the room to give Kurama and Shukaku time to get used to each other. The eight-year-old seemed to be proud of the new decor she received.

"And now she wants to brush sister’s hair!", She grinned, holding a brush and a bunch of ribbons in her hand. For some reason, this sight caused Sarada to have shivers . However, the promise is a promise, so she obediently sat down on the floor.

"Can I use all the ribbons?" Asked the girl innocently, but it did not make her feel better.

“Um ... Or maybe it's better to start from one? “

"Okay but the longest," replied the blue-eyed girl, pulling a red ribbon from the cabinet.

She agreed. At that moment, she did not see anything strange about it. The problem appeared when it turned out that the ribbon is 20 meters long. So after finishing combing, she continued to follow her like a veil.

“What do you think?”

“Hn... It’s pretty - it's not that she lied. Indeed, the hairstyle was not ugly, as to the practicability you could argue, but she did not have the heart to deprive smile of this little girl.

“What are we going to play now " she heard her voice, but the colors of red and orange spreading through the room clearly suggested that the night was approaching.

"I think that soon enough you should go to sleep soon, right?" The young princess's smile was soon gone. Sarada felt strange. As if a strong instinct told her to do something to comfort her. So she did what she knew the most. Before she could think her fingers: the index and middle were on the girl's forehead.

"Next time," she said, smiling, seeing surprise of blue-eyed girl. Then she realized what she had just done. She felt strong pressure in the chest and growing panic.

“I have to go” she said before she left the room. Her step was accelerated just like her breath. Emotions from the previous 2 months have been flowing her again. Shock and pain when her father's body was brought to their estate in Naka. She missed her breath and felt dark in front of her eyes. She felt that she was all shaking, but she could not control herself. She missed her father, she missed her home, she was afraid for her mother, she felt far too much. She did not know how much time had passed till she regained contact with reality. She was in her husband's room. She was not sure how she got here, but she was grateful she was alone. She hate to cry in the presence of others. Still slightly shaky, she tried to get up from the floor. As she leaned against the chests of drawers, her eyes fell on the katana lying on it in a decorative package. She took a closer look at the blade, which was really well done. Despite of the richness of decoration, they did not interfere with holding the handles, nor did they change the fluidity of the movements with the sword. Curious, she took it in her hand. It was heavy, far heavier and longer than her katana, but well balanced. The steel from which it was made also seemed to be the highest, but the blade was dull and dirty. Involuntarily she winced, even the most beautiful work of art not preserved will become a trash. Instinctively she looked into the dresser in search of tools to clean the blade and quickly found them. Cleansing and sharpening took her much longer than normal. Applying the last layers of maintenance oil she felt that she was calm. For some reason, even such a prosaic act was able to bring her at least a substitute of home. Carefully, she put the katana back in place and was about to move into the bathroom when she almost get heart attack with the impetus of the open door. Her husband ran into the room and did not notice the red ribbon stretched across the ground. A moment later she felt a heavy burden on her and then she was lying on the floor. When she opened her eyes she had two blue irises in front of her. She felt that she was breathless. Why had not she noticed that they looked like this ... As if someone had cut them out of a piece of sky.

"Ugh ..." her thoughts were interrupted by the voice and movement of the future emperor, who tried to get up, but the red ribbon entangled them like some spider web "What the hell is that?" He asked. However, she had no idea what to answer.

“I-I’m sorry” she answered after a moment.

She felt his surprised eyes on her and then heard his sigh. he stood up and goes to the chests of drawers.

"No problem," he replied, taking Katana and leaving room. He probably did not even notice that something changed with the blade. She slowly got up from the floor. Her husband was not bad... He was not cruel, he was no older than she was for 20 or 30 years. He did not treat her like an object, he did not look at her with superiority like most of the candidates for her fiancés whom her father dismissed. He did not have any of the features she feared so much, yet she had no idea how to get along with him. They were too different at the same time, both were still children, no matter what the letter of the law claimed. Probably none of them was delighted with the situation in which there were either. Resigned, she headed for the bathroom. She was tired of that day, a quick bath should relax her a bit... Or maybe not ... A good fifteen minutes took her to persuade the servants that she really can wash herself without their help. They really think that she will undress herself in the presence of 5 strangers?

................................... The following weeks in the imperial palace passed in a similar manner. She looked after her mother every morning, then went to visit her sister-in-law. In the afternoon, she cleaned up her husband's katana, which was actually the only thing connecting her with him outside the bed they shared. They have hardly ever talked since the wedding. The exception was the official ceremony on which they had to put together as the future royal couple. Every day looked the same until one day when she get up and find the materials and sewing thread on the table. Everything looked very expensive. After the first shock she remembered the first and only conversation with blond. Instinctively, she made her way towards his sleeping form. After all, it was nice of him. She did not think she would remember something like that ... There was only one problem ... The girl had no idea about embroidering...

.............................. Sarada felt herself blushing when her mother's laughter filled practically the entire chamber.

"You hate embroidering ... W-why did you tell him that you like it?" pink-haired said trying to stop laughing.

“Tsh ... I do not know. I was thinking ... Uh ... I thought it was something that a good wife should be interested in ... - she replied even more embarrassed - Y-you will teach me this or not?

“Sarada, when you were 4 years old, you almost give the governess a heart attack by escaping through the window from the embroidery lessons ...”

“I know it! “ Oh Kami, why her mother have to teasing her like that ...

“Do not you think that such lies are a bad way to build a relationship?”

In spite of the fact that she knew that her mother wants to help her at that moment she was too angry.

“Do not lie? My job is to look nice, curtsey, smile like a fool and give birth to sons! How can I be real in something like that? "She screamed as she rose from her chair. At first she wanted to run out of the room, but she stopped and sighed.

"I'm sorry, I should not have ..." she stuttered.

"It’s okay... I understand ... If you want to I will teach you this," Sakura replied.

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Soooooooo... there is another part and it is a little bit longer, but If I had to be honest I have the feeling that first chapter was better written... this time I am even less sure about that I translate it correctly.... so heh.. I hope It is readable...

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