My Snippets: Part 2

Death Song: Part 4

"Take me to them. Now."

"You are mine, little siren."

Pirate Sasuke & Siren Sakura AU snippet.

(Part 3 was told in both POV's. Part 4 will be told in Sasuke's.)

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Five years have passed.

Four different crews have come and gone.

Three loyal companions have stayed.

Two different ships have sunk.

And one disgruntled Captain remains.

Sasuke Uchiha was a hard man (nay, a pirate) to get along with even on a normal basis...thus the reason for his many changes in crewman and only a few, select handful of loyal followers remaining by his side (which he was thankful for, secretly but of course would never voice this feeling aloud) and even with this common knowledge, the young captain still found himself perplexed and even more curious as to the fact that yet another change had occurred in his crew.

'Disloyal, scabrous dogs... the whole lot of them.'

One stupidly brave soul told him blatantly that he had gone positively insane, to which Sasuke retaliated by slitting the poor sap's throat...which killed him instantly, causing other less courageous sailors to swiftly abandoned the ship; and he could honestly say that he regretted nothing, absolutely none of their deaths affected him; the only exception being the cook. He would truly miss the bastard's hearty stew on those cold winter nights as they drifted further out to sea.

'Oh well. Good riddance I say.'

And if he was in his right mind, he would probably have to agree that he had gone a little bit crazy... only slightly mad though in his desire to capture those disgusting...repulsive creatures who had slaughtered his entire family. Mainly the pink-haired siren who had somehow captured his attention fully... even years later after their one, brief encounter. His war wounds had healed quickly (magically) and not even a scar remained of the battle trauma, and yet he still seemed to feel the warmth now contained within him on occasion— as if it had somehow only happened just yesterday.

The pain had lasted only briefly, though he still remembers it when he has the sporadic night terror; but even if he can forget about the war or the lacerations he had sustained at its pinnacle, he still couldn't seem to forget about her. The siren seemed to be trapped in his memories for all eternity; toying with him as he became plagued with visions of her soft pink hair and vibrant green eyes visiting him when he felt most vulnerable. Putting an end to his looting ways as he focused all of his energy on finding her again.

'It's maddening. The little siren surely hexed me. Why else would I be feeling this way.'

His jaw tightened at the thought.

He had sailed the seas for years, searching (wondering), but never finding a thing... not even a hint or sliver of the creature that he was searching for.

Until—

His first-hand man ran up to him completely out of breath, where he sat with a glass of rum in hand, paying little to no attention to the young trollop... currently vying for all of his attention by attempting to woo his baser-needs...using her own body to try and sway him...by straddling his narrowed hips with her spread thighs as she leaned forward to place gentle kisses to the side of his throat. His dark eyes slowly lifted above the glasses rim to meet the bright blues of his best friends, and he raised a single brow in curiosity... the unspoken question left hanging between them.