Chaos Neutral

Just posted chapter 11 for my Sasusaku fanfic Forsaken!! 

Sorry I have been a bit behind schedule, but just posted another chapter for my Sasusaku vamp story on Fanfiction.net. Go give it a read!!

https://www.fanfiction.net/~jacrenee12

Back to my amateur writing ways...new fanfic up on my page. Vampire style. Here is a sneak peek as for what is to come:

The first few days Sakura was overjoyed to be back in Applegate, but her nights were haunted with nightmares. As if she could feel red eyes still watching her. Yet, she would wake with a start and find nothing but her blankets, vanity, and books. There were no figures lurking behind her bed’s canopy drapes. Some nights were so fitful that she could not go back to sleep. Not wanting to leave the comfort of her bed, she would turn on her lamp and read.

Sakura enjoyed reading, and she absorbed knowledge eagerly, but she had a hard time concentrating on her typical books. Especially during her late-night insomnia. Medical journals or sweet fictional romances were not appealing to her interests.

She wanted to learn more about him. About the monster on the mountain.

‘I want to forget him.’ She seethed quietly, as she spent yet another night trying to read. But his presence had shocked her to the core. What was he? Modern science said that a creature could not exist, and yet he had stood in front of her. He had touched her with his cold hands. He defied what she believed about mysticism and religion. She did not think demons could be flesh. Was he a demon? Chiyo had used a different name.

What else out there existed that modern society had dismissed?

“It’ll be fine Sakura, no one will notice if your bra peaks out a little.” Temari said reassuringly. Sakura whipped her gaze to her blonde friend.

“But I will. It’ll stick out in every single picture we take, and my own wedding photos will haunt me.” Sakura told her seriously with a straight face.

Temari stared at her. “Damn. We need something stronger than champagne and orange juice.”

Temari rushed out, looking for a stronger alcohol that would keep Sakura from becoming bridezilla. Chances are they wouldn’t find any in the church’s kitchen. Temari had snuck in three bottles of champagne through the guise of a big makeup tote and Ino had cheered and almost got them caught by the usher. Temari, Ino, Naruto. All blonde, loud, and great friends. The three of them alone were enough to give her a headache, but altogether at a wedding? That was migraine territory.

Hinata, Sakura’s gentle friend, patted her back.

“Ah ha!” Ino cheered as she pulled something out of her bag. Then she approached Sakura carefully, which made Sakura automatically suspicious. Flashing a cheesy smile, Ino held up a giant clothespin. “This should help-“

“No. Way.” Sakura replied swiftly.

“What?” Ino asked a little too innocently.

“I’m not gonna let you accidently shank me with that monstrous clothespin.”

 Ino huffed. “You want the bra to stay down or not? Or you could just take the bra off, as intended.”

Sakura stared at the offending object in disgust. “Fine. Do it.”

 Instant regret flowed over Sakura when she saw the excited glint in Ino’s eyes, and it wasn’t from the eyeshadow shimmering on her almond shaped eyelids.

“Oh, I can’t look.” Hinata groaned, covering your eyes.

“You have to look to make sure she doesn’t stab me in the heart!” Sakura commanded hysterically.

“All this because you want your boobs to look bigger in your wedding pictures.” Ino mumbled.