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

Sakura Takesho The amount of time had slipped from Sakura's mind. She didn't know let alone care much on how long she had just spent running. The yelling and screaming which had been following behind her seemed to die down then finally vanish altogether. A sigh of relief mingled in with the fast gasps that had been passing her lips. Sakura could be fast that had just been proving with being able to outrun the others. But it came with a toll and her legs were shaking, her body exhausted. Once she found the nearest tree, the young girl allowed herself to slump against it, groaning weakly as her back connected with the tree. Her head fell against her knees, helping muffle her panting and breathing slightly. Just because she couldn't hear anything didn't mean she was alone. That being said, it encouraged her right hand to slowly move, revealing the gun as she held it close to her. It definitely wasn't much, especially with the very limited bullets in the chamber and no additional ammunition on her. But as long as no more than three others had followed her, she could be fine. And fuck if push came to shove, she could fight with her fists. Not perfectly but it was better than not having a back-up plan. Sons ... of ... bitches ... She panted, lifting her head to glance around, keeping her sounds and volume to a minimum. The next loudest thing aside from her breathing was her heart which was beating wildly within her chest. The adrenaline rush she'd had while fleeing was beginning to die down, helping with calming her body out. After looking around for a few more minutes while simultaneously allowing her composure to return, Sakura pushed herself up to her feet. Compared to other women - especially Asian ones - she was tall, standing at a full height of five feet seven inches. She didn't look it, but she was light as hell, weighing barely over a hundred pounds. It was partly from her heritage, yes. But she also put a lot of the blame on her parents. Even when Sakura had lived with them, they didn't ever allow for her to eat much. And there was never an issue of lack of food. No, she'd seen that for herself. Her father had just been that much of a bastard to her and her mom. Her right hand shook slightly as the grip upon the gun tightened, keeping it at her side. Her other hand brushed her rear off, getting any dirt or grass off of her own blue jeans. The sounds of her sneakers impacting the ground would easily catch Phillippe's ears despite the shoes usually being smaller and thus lighter in volume. From his vantage point, he'd see just a long-sleeved black t-shirt adorning her upper body. The rest of her clothes would be a guess. Despite all the advantages he had as a vampire, there was nothing that gave him the ability to see through things unfortunately or otherwise. It would depend on his point of view. ... So ... now where? Her left index and middle finger tapped gently against her pocket as Sakura tried to answer her own rhetorical question. While it had been a blessing to have escaped the not-so-sane town of Rouen, that had been her home for quite a while. Now ... she genuinely wasn't certain on where to head. If other cities in France had become this paranoid, the best idea almost seemed to head to somewhere else Germany or maybe even England. But walking to either nations was foolish. However .. it wasn't impossible by any means. In fact ... England wasn't too far away if she was remembering correctly. Nodding slightly to herself, she turned herself around until she was facing northwest. Should be the right way .. She murmured, beginning to walk toward her destination. The goal gave Sakura a newly found sense of resolve and determination. She had somewhere to go to. It hadn't been her preference, but it should suffice. And as long as she kept moving, she should be fine. Or so her mind continued to insist with that logic.