Thread: Behind Red Eyes (Yuna & Akaichou's 1x1)

Sakura Takesho Sakura wasn't sure what was more odd to her being able to talk with the vampire or realizing he had tons of valid points. Even with his heavy accent, she could still understand him well enough. She would no doubt have had her own if her parents hadn't insisted she learn English at a young age. Thus, any and all Japanese accents had vanished over the years. Her body finally began to relax in the vampire's arms, her head gently falling against his chest. The gesture was still a foreign one that Sakura was definitely not used to. But now wasn't the time to protest or be overly stubborn. He was right this needed to be done. So she'd swallowed her pride and allowed him to go through with the physical contact. In truth, that was perhaps one reason she had been iffy on letting someone lay hands on her. There had been tons of idiots who tried to get fresh with her, both in Japan and France. Most wound up with a broken nose, jaw, or some location in their body. At the same time, a few lucky bastards had been equally as fortunate to hurt Sakura in the process. But not nearly as bad as she would do to them. Now that she thought more on it, it was slightly odd. Weren't women supposed to be the fairer gender? So how was she that strong anyway? She never worked out much if at all. And most of the men were taller and - at least they looked - stronger than her. So how had she been on par with so many? Suddenly, Sakura felt as if she were missing a very, very important detail. And she wanted to know what it was. But as things were, that could wait for later. Her focus went to her new surroundings as Phillippe spoke to the other vampires, signaling to her they had arrived at the destination. The slightest hint of a smile crossed her face. The interior of the place honestly didn't look half-bad. She'd expected black to be a dominant color. But there were definitely times she loved to be proven wrong now was one of them. And slowly, that was continuing to happen more and more often. Most people would be annoyed if not worse. But not Sakura. It was a blessing to her. She felt a bit more .. normal, human even. Not bad. she replied, activating the safety on her pistol before slipping it away. Her head fell upon the pillow as she looked into the other pair of crimson eyes. It was odd, albeit somewhat reassuring, to finally be looking at another pair of red eyes. They'd caused her so much trouble and while it was over for now, something in the pit of her stomach hinted it was far from being completely over. ... I wasn't trying to sound ungrateful earlier. But it was .... intriguing in it's own ways. I'm Sakura Takesho. she added, realizing introductions had been skipped during all the chaos. There were tons of other questions going through her mind. The main thing keeping her quiet was the feeling that now may not be the best time to bring any of them up. She wanted to be certain that for now, the danger would be gone. Until then, there were a lot of things that could wait. And as much as Sakura wanted to offer to help Phillippe with his wound, two things kept her from doing so. Her fatigue and the belief that it'd regenerate on it's own. Even if it didn't, there were probably supplies or methods that would allow for him to manually heal the wound up.