SoulServant

                                                         ~*~        Scion was now shrouded in the shadows of the dense forest on the edge of the river's bank, unseen by the horse, or it's rider. His tail twitched like a cougar's, watching the woman in the river cleanse herself. She'd been silent for a long while, seeming to be deep in thought. She fascinated him, beautiful and mysterious as she bobbed her head in and out of the water to cleanse it of the pungent vanilla scented soaps she was using, humming all the while a familiar tune. Sandy red hair splayed across her bare shoulders, slim curves outlined with thick chorded muscle that he'

            Dirt, grime, sweat, dust... And entrails of a Yenta, if that was indeed what the mutilated beast across from Fathiya was. All of this and more was a reminder of her rather difficult and finished mission. All at once, a swarm of pleased villagers swarmed her, carrying all sorts of gifts. A woman shoved a chicken towards her, a few others offering baked bread or even fresh vegetables. "Yes, your welcome." She said hesitantly, backing away. She yelled for Al Borak, her trusty steed as she snatched a few of the gifts for her supplies. She ran for the horse and nudged him. He gave an inquiring snort as he took off. She paused before

                               Chapter Four: Translation Please?                                                            X         They arrived later that evening, coming into the Sand quietly without disturbing even the smallest grain of sand. Gaara insisted, rather tonelessly that they stay in his tower. The team reluctantly agreed (considering Sakura's begging for a clean room and shower) and were shown their rooms a few hours later. Sakura was imminently happy with the unmoldy tiles, the nice fresh sheets that they didn't need to sleep ontop of, and of course the unstained carpet. She was currently towling off with a nice clean ter

                            Chapter Eight: Itsa LOOONG night.                                                        X        Sokka rubbed his eyes sleepily as Appa flew through the night, and continued his incessant snoring. Aang flopped Appa's reigns tiredly. "Yip yawp!" Aang yawned tiredly. Katara took a seat next to Aang and laced her arm through his. If he weren't so tired, Aang was sure he would have danced with glee. "Thank's Aang. If you need to, you can sit back and sleep. I'll be fine for a few hours." Aang, though not wanting Katara to let go, happily took up her offer and dropped just behind the driver's seat. "You complete

                              Chapter Seven: The Makings of Cinderella                                                           X     The Admiral looked over the open ocean, knowing he was backed by another two enormous Fire Navy ships. His chest puffed with pride. A messenger came up beside him with a hawk on his shoulder. "Tell me, has it spotted anything." he asked, not turning. "Yes. To the north west." he answered. He showed the Admiral a light blonde hair tangled with a short jet black hair. Admiral Zhao raised his eyebrow with amusement. Interesting. he thought to himself, snatching the hairs from the messengers hand. He made a

               Chapter Six: "Grandchildren, Zuko. Grandchildren!"                                                         X          When Amber had finally gotten the courage to come out of her room, she was greeting by an overjoyed Uncle Iroh. She suspected he knew something she didn't, and prompted him to tell her. He simply grinned wide and began humming to himself. She lowered her eyes and tried desperately not to blush when The Prince walked up to her. He shoved the enormous umbrella in her hands and turned away. Uncle noted that there wasn't a spark between them, much less a fizzle and he made his frustration know as he walked besid

              Amber twisted the knob of The Prince's shower and felt the temperature. It was a surprisingly comfortable temperature. She glanced around and made sure Zuko was not in the room before she undressed. The warm water caressed her skin, washing away all the sweat from the workout and the oil and greases from her hair. She hoped he wouldn't mind when she used some of his perfumed soap, knowing it was particularly expensive in the Avatar world. She wondered if Uncle Iroh still had some of the perfume bottles he had stolen in the episode where Zuko tracked Katara with her necklace.            She laughed. The fact that she fit in qu

Chapter Three: The Beggining Journey          Two on-time shinobi were waiting for their third member, not just to leave but to give him a double dose of woman-power. Each had their own visions of torturing the Copy-Ninja beyond recognition and teaching him a lesson he'd never forget. "He would never be late again if he got Gaara's interrogation squad." Temari groaned, watching the sun begin to set. Hatake was a record late for her. Sakura was just hoping he didn't pull another one like the mission in the Mist. He made them wait four days. Four. Days. Before he even showed up to help with the mission, and by that time Naruto and Sakura had

Chapter 2: Extracurricular Recon           Night was her thought process' most active time, when torturing her seemed to be the best oppurtunity. Hope. There was still hope that whoever this Sayuri was wasn't for him and that he'd come to his senses. Just like Sasuke would one day come to his senses and love her. Oh yes, it was just the funniest thing ever, when the same thing happened to you over and over again. It was like being drowned in a whirlpool, coming up for your first breath of real air to be sucked right back down into the swirling waters. Her dreams were sweet at first. 'Sakura, please have me.' Ren said, cupping one cheek te

Chapter One: She Hurts Sakura turned her thoughtful gaze out the window as she tapped a ballpoint pen to her slightly parted lips, her eyebrows bunched into a knot of worry and tension. She glanced over at her patient, pretending to write down a few things before looking up and smiling brilliantly. "Well, Unagi-san, I don't think you're sick. You're sore throat is most likely due to the fact you were singing last night." She rummaged through her purse and handed him a packet of peach tea. "That should help quiet a bit. Until then, take it easy on your vocal chords, kay?" The man eyed her wearily before accepting the packet. "Thank you, S