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

Sakura Takesho Within the past ten years, rumors had come and gone. Of course, many weren't vital enough to arouse any real concerns and what few did were quickly dismissed. The primary bit of 'news' that many citizens throughout the world had been hearing about was the possibility of vampires mingling in and daring to coexist with humans. Many scoffed at the thought while others turned their heads away, refusing to acknowledge this was possible. For most of her life, Sakura had been neutral on the idea, not caring if it was true or otherwise. That soon changed once people began to become scared. No, that was too kind of a word. Paranoid? It seemed as much, given that some had taken it upon themselves to perform a 'witch hunt' of sorts. Instead of witches, however, some of the citizens tried to determine who among them was a vampire. Needless to say, the natural red eyes belonging to the nineteen year old woman Sakura Takesho had made many eyes narrow. But what perhaps made it worse was no one would even attempt to step up and help vouch for her. Not even her parents. In fact, she'd moved away from them long before these rumors spread around. Her father had been abusive - verbally and physically. Her mother? Well ... she never did anything for herself, let alone her only child. So for a good portion of her life, it meant Sakura had been a loner which was, in itself, a blessing and a curse. Now, however, it seemed to fall under the latter. She'd moved from Kyoto, Japan, in hopes to reside in Rouen, France, and begin a much better life. It had started out decently enough. But then, superstitions seemed to get the better of people. Her head shook as long, raven locks tossed from side to side. None of that fucking matters anymore. She hissed lowly to herself panting in between words. Tonight, on this chilly September night, most of the other civilians had made up their mind. No risks were to be taken and thus, anyone deemed to possibly be a vampire was to be killed ... tonight. Of course, Sakura didn't intend on allowing herself to perish, especially when she wasn't a damn vampire! Fuck and no! The recollections and memories made her grip her lower lip as a new sense of frustration and wrath began to take over her. So what if she had crimson eyes? It didn't mean anything! But she'd already tried explaining and that hadn't gone well. So now, she was running. Where to? Fuck if she knew. But at this rate, anywhere was better than here. Fucking idiots ... She murmured, wishing that she had been given more time. In the midst of being forced to flee, Sakura had only managed to grab a few essentials her wallet which had some money, cell phone, and perhaps the most powerful item, a pistol. Granted, it didn't have anything made of pure silver. But not because she hadn't thought of the idea, more like no one would even try give her any silver ammunition. That flashback further angered her, making her fists clench tightly. Damnit! If only you'd had more time ... Her head shook again as she reminded herself of the harsh truth. None of that mattered, not anymore. More swift pants continued to pass the still-barely teenager's lips as she continued to run. Crimson eyes gazed frantically around, her ears trying to listen for the slightest hints of any possible sounds. It didn't seem like anyone was still following. But then again, it was like the old saying went much better safe than sorry. And that definitely applied now more than ever.