::LOve LIke Poison
::Ch 1 Lost in You
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It felt like a millennium when I was last open to the elements of …sunlight. In actual truth, it was a week without sunlight. I was a captive among foreigners journeying across the country to be – what else? – a slave. I was to be Prince Haku's love slave.
Despite my current status taking role as a demeaning slave, I too had as much royal blood in me as Haku's. I could feel it pulsing through my veins.
I became a slave because I was a banished princess of the Kinomoto kingdom. Being banished forbade me to ever return and reclaim my position as hime.
Ever since my uncle Natsume took control of our kingdom, our stronghold began to collapse and our laws began to deteriorate. Then our people started to die from plague. My uncle basked in the wealth and power, and cared little for other things. My brother Touya was eager to throw Natsume-ojisan off the throne, but was banished before he could.
Because of what Touya tried to do, my uncle was rather suspicious of the rest of us – the true bloods to the throne – and had us all exiled. We were cast out far away, separated from each other, never to meet ever again. This wasn't because we committed treason or offense, but more that Ojisan refused to give up dictatorship.
I hadn't eaten nor drank for two days. I was dehydrated.
When I heard the lock on the door unlatch, I quickly jumped back to the farthest wall and shielded myself from the scorching daylight. It hurt my eyes. The pain made me aware of the aches coursing through my weary limbs – due to the many unsuccessful escapes this week.
A guard was by the door. "Come on, let's go slave. You must serve your purpose here while you can."
I tried to stand, but I was feeling a bit woozy. "I-I'm coming." I said faintly. I made it halfway until my world began to blur to pitch black.
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Hands roamed all over my body as cloth after cloth was peeled away. I shivered. I couldn't open my eyes to see what was going on. When I was finally standing nude, I was immediately submerged into lukewarm water. I gasped as the scent of sweet flowers filled my nostrils. It was intoxicating.
Though as pleasant as it was, I felt as if I was being violated. Whoever was bathing me obviously had a good look at me. Something like that was just something I wouldn't allow. I moaned, trying to string words together, but couldn't. I could barely lift a hand to prevent anymore contact. It was useless and proved to be futile, as I only got more tired.
I decided to be submissive just this once. It wasn't as if they were doing any serious harm to me.
I allowed my hair to be rinsed and laden with shampoo, and I allowed my body to be scrubbed diligently until I was raw all over.
During the whole bath session, I kept slipping in and out of consciousness. By the time I opened my eyes, I was already dressed in a nightgown resting comfortably in bed. It was dark. Everything that happened today now seemed to me like a blur. The aches and pain I had previously were gone, and the dirt and grime that clung to my hair and skin were also gone. I was …relieved.
Just as I began to sit up, the door opened. My eyes widened as a young man walked in. He was looking at me with blazing red eyes. He seemed to acknowledge my presence, looking directly at me, not a single trace of emotion expressed in his pale complexion.
Not in any way anxious nor excited, he approached me calmly. I, on the other hand, expressed my nervousness by tensing up. The closer he came, the more I pulled the satin covers over me. The man wrinkled his nose in disapproval and simply grasped the sheets and swiped it across the room. I watched as the sheets floated to the ground.
When I turned back to him I noticed how a look of disgust twisted on his face. "You're underdeveloped." He hissed. "And you're not very pretty."
My heart ripped from my chest. Nobody had ever said that to me, I even began to feel a bit self conscious. I looked away from his livid eyes, the tears collecting in my eyes.
The man growled at me. "You're not meant for this!" He grabbed my arm and hoisted me up. "You should work in the kitchen or something." He spited.
He dragged me to the door and threw me out.
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It was a long workout for Syaoran. Never had he worked so hard in his life, but he sure felt as if he accomplished something. In no time, he would be better than Haku, the brother he admired yet envied. He was retreating back into his dorm. Noticing something, he paused to observe. A mesmerizing look replaced that of drowsiness.
Sitting outside his brother's door was a girl with long, silky honey-brown hair. Her exposed arms and legs were of porcelain color. He had never seen anyone this beautiful. Yet, she was crouching on the floor in tears. She was trembling from her sobs, and looked completely fragile Syaoran swore she'd break.
"A-Ano!" Syaoran said aloud.
The girl quickly composed herself. She picked up her head, spotting a messy hair youth down the hall. Judging by his royal apparels, he was a noble. She stood up and bowed.
Syaoran saw how green her eyes were, like the clearest green of all jadestones. He only knew one person to possess such eyes.
"Sakura-san." He rolled off his tongue with little as to no effort. He swiftly crossed the distance between them and clutched the maiden's hands. "Is that you? Hime…" He smiled dazedly. "I haven't seen you in so long. How is everything? Are you visiting?"
Sakura, too, recognized him. "Iie. I-I'm not visiting, Syaoran-sama." She looked away in embarrassment.
"Oh." He mustered. He pulled out a handkerchief from one of his pockets, and gently dabbed it at her eyes. "Then why are you here?"
"Didn't you hear? My kingdom collapsed long ago. I was banished, never to return." Tears trickled down her face. "I'm a slave, Syaoran-sama."
Syaoran flinched. "A… A slave?" He swallowed. "Ne, Sakura-san… What kind of slave are you?"
"A sex slave."
Syaoran eyed her carefully. "To whom?"
"Haku-sama." She whispered.
Resentment flashed in Syaoran's eyes. He clenched his fists. "That's not fair." He hissed. His eyes narrowed. "He doesn't deserve you. He gets enough women as it is." Syaoran glanced at her. "He didn't hurt you, did he? …Please tell me he didn't touch you."
"…"
"He did?!"
"No, he didn't want me. I'm not developed enough …or pretty."
An unreadable expression fell upon his charismatic features. "You're not…?" He pondered on that.
Sakura grew faint under his perplex look, fearing what he may be thinking of. Perhaps he was one of those perverted types.
Syaoran cleared his throat. "Do you want to stay in my room tonight?" He asked. "I think it's much safer in my room than the hallway, right? Who knows what a guard will do when he comes across a young virgin?" Syaoran looked at her uneasily. "You are a virgin, right?"
Sakura nodded, flushing. Satisfied with her response, Syaoran grasped her hand and guided her through a series of hallways and stairs. They took a left twice, then a right, went up a spiraling staircase and then continued onto a straight path. They paused before a door, and Syaoran unlocked it, and let Sakura be the first to enter.
Syaoran relocked the door. He smiled at Sakura's timid nature. "Go on, you can take the bed."
"Thank you." She replied quietly. She walked towards the bed and climbed right in. She could hear Syaoran changing in the background, and tried to block out the images that simultaneously formed in her mind. It was normal for most boys to sleep in their boxers. Trying to close her eyes and get some sleep, she rolled onto her side.
She squeaked when the bed moved and the sheets rustled. With a blanched face, she peeked over and saw that Syaoran had taken place next to her. She merely stared at him for a few moments. At ease to see that he was falling fast asleep, she turned onto her back and tried to sleep again.
She became increasingly aware of how close Syaoran has gotten in a span of three hours. She noticed because she hadn't been able to fall asleep.
Sakura closed her eyes tightly.
"…"
"I can't sleep …Sakura."
Sakura immediately whipped her head to the side, eyes widening, cheeks burning, as she realized that Syaoran's face was centimeters from hers.
His intense eyes glinted. Lust was quite evident in those pools of ambers. "You were once my childhood friend, almost like a sister to me…" Syaoran said through labored breathing "But now that we're together for the second time, I'm having these mixed feelings. I think that, maybe… well…"
Sakura gulped. "S-Syaoran-sama…"
Syaoran dipped his head forward and placed a chaste kiss neatly on the corner of her lips. Sakura froze and stared at him. He pulled away shortly, eyebrows furrowing. "G-Gomen!" He moved away and jumped off the bed. He was gone before Sakura could react.
Sakura placed a hand over her chest – her heart was pounding incredibly fast.
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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
Notes: Woah, I haven't written in forever. Doi! Well now, that's the first taste of chapter one. I've been hasty with my revision, so if you see any errors, gomen! Anyways, I'm sure there's no plot like this one. I'm trying to make it less predictable as possible, and I haven't quite molded Syaoran's character the way I like him to be. But eventually, everything will play out just fine. I hope you likey, right? Right. Okay… drop a review if you want to see more. Remember a review is what keeps a writer motivated. When he/she receives a review, he/she realizes how much they're work is being appreciated, and would feel more than obligated to keep writing. Y'see. Yessir. Okie… Gah!