Author's Notes: Hey hey! This is my newest ficcy! It takes place during Medieval times. Tomoyo, Eriol, His guardians, and Yue DO NOT exist! Sorry! This is an S+S story. Starts off when characters are 7 years old. Please, do not forget to R+R! And remember to come back to earth after you read this! Or else you might get lost in cyber space!!! Hehe...just kiddin. The TWILIGHT ZONE! DUH DUH DUNNN!!! Hehe... Well, read on!

Emotionless Love

By: Sakura1301

Chapter 1 Remembering

A young 7 year old girl ran through the streets, panting as she went. She took a glance behind her. The soldiers were closing in. She was afraid. Almost to the point of passing out. First it was her parents, now her. What she didn't understand was why they were after her. She didn't do anything!

Flashback

Sakura stared in horror as her mother, once a great queen fell to the floor, lifeless. She looked a little further from her mother. There her father lay. The previous King. Then, as she looked up, she saw her brother. He was about to be slaughtered. The last thing she heard from him was, "RUN SAKURA! RUN!" She didn't want to leave him. If she did, she wouldn't have anybody left. She shook her head. "I SAID GO! RUN! NOW! BEFORE IT'S..." He was cut off as a long, silver blade struck his body, through the stomach. Then, his body fell limp in the soldiers grip. As the soldiers turned to her, she turned and broke into a run. Trying to escape. To get away.

As she escaped from the palace, she rode on a chestnut horse. Hoping to get away from the war, the deaths, the memories, and the Li family soldiers.

End Flashback

She had been on the run for days now. She didn't know where she was. It was only a matter of time before they caught her.

She kept on running. Hoping that this nightmare would soon end and she could live in peace. But she knew that wasn't going to happen. She had the feeling of dread wash over her. She knew something bad was going to happen.

As she slowly ran out of breath and energy, she bumped into something, more like someone in front of her. She fell over with a loud thump onto the hard cobble stone beneath her. Suddenly, she was lifted up and off of the ground, her feet dangling in the air. "You brat. We finally caught you." It was a soldier of the King. She kicked her feet and squirmed in his grasp, trying to break free. His grip tightened. "Your not getting away this time." Just then, the rest of the guards came up to them. All huffing for breath. "You made this whole week a living hell for us. Now it's your turn. Your gonna wish you never ran in the first place." He said. As soon as he finished his sentence, his knee came up and hit her right in the gut.

She felt the wind get knocked out of her and blood come out of her mouth, dripping down her face from the edge of her mouth. "Hey boys, what should we do with this kid? Should we kill her now, torture her then kill her, or, torture her then take her to the king to be used as a slave?" There was a silence. Then, in the back, one person yelled, "Let's torture her then kill her!" Then another shouted, "No! Lets just kill her now!" Then, "Let's torture her THEN hand her over to the king!" They all then started to bicker. Then, the soldier that was holding the girl yelled, getting all of their attention. They all quieted. "We'll have a vote. How many of you want to just kill her now?" A few raised their hands. "Torture then kill?" There were more hands than the first. "What about torture, then turned into a slave?" Most of the hands shot up. "Well, then, it's settled." As the men got ready for a little 'fun', the people around stared in horror.

After being tossed around, beaten up, bruised, cut up, and bloody, they decided that they had their fun and was now off to the palace.

At the palace, two men carried the small girl by her arms, dragging her to the king. The king looked down at the girl and two men. "What have we got here?" The king asked as he leaned forward in his throne. "This girl was from the Kinomoto kingdom. We finally caught her after a week of searching. She was hard to catch. We thought that she might be useful to you as a servant." The king pondered this as he stared at the beaten up girl. "Well, I could use an extra servant." The two men smirked at eachother, thinking that this deed would bring them on the king's good side.

The king stared at the small, unmoving form. He knew she was alive an conscious, even though her head hung. She wore a light pink dress. Her hair was a mess. It used to be adorned by a solid gold crown of a princess, but on the run, she had lost it.

The didn't realize she was a princess and only thought of her a villager in the Kinomoto kingdom.

The king sat up and cleared his throat. "Take her to the dungeon till I figure out what to do with her. In the meanwhile, do not disturb me." The soldiers bowed and jerked at the girls arms, then, left.

Syaoran was strolling down the hall, towards the kitchen when he suddenly stopped as he heard foot steps coming his way. He looked around and saw a massive pillar next to the wall. He quickly and quietly stepped behind it. Slowly, the footsteps grew louder and louder. Soon, two soldiers holding something between them walked past him. As his gaze followed them, he noticed they were holding a person. It looked like a girl. But, why would they be carrying a girl around? It looked like they were heading towards the dungeon. That was one place that Syaoran hated going to. But this time, something nagged at him to follow. His curiosity clicked. As silently as a wolf, he followed.

As the soldiers stopped at a cell and fumbled with the keys, she moaned. One of them looked down at her, then suddenly kicked her in the gut. "Be quiet." He said as he gritted his teeth. As soon as the cell was open, they threw her in. She hit the wall hard and fell to the ground on her stomach. Her delicate face and body cut and her elegant dress covered in blood. Her throat was dry. The only thing that she could taste was her own blood. She slowly opened her eyes. Everything was blurry and hazy. She couldn't move. Her body ached all over. Especially her arm. It was limp and pain just surged through it.

Syaoran watched the two guards leave and as soon as they left, he came out of his hiding place and quietly entered the dungeon.

Inside, his nose twitched at the awful smell of rat infestation. He cautiously walked down the stairs, making sure not to make a noise. The last time he had been down here was a few months ago, when he had been searching for something.

As he scanned the cells, he didn't see the girl. All he saw were rats, hay, and a few men in cells.

He stopped at the last cell, and looked in. His eyes searching for the girl. Then, his gaze stopped at the girl on the ground. She looked to be around his age. She wore a silk pink dress stained in blood. He looked at her face, arms, and legs. They were cut up, bruised, and bloodied. It was sick how the soldiers treated prisoners. Especially to a girl! He looked at the rack behind him for the keys. As soon as he saw them, he grabbed them. He quickly flipped through the keys. Looking for key number 26. It was near the end of the keys. He quickly stuck it in the key hole and opened the door. He didn't know why he was doing this. 'Maybe I pity her. That's why im doing this.' He thought.

He stepped in and kneeled down next to her. What he didn't notice was her aura. It was so low and faint, it was barely noticeable. He stared into her eyes. They were a deep emerald. He noticed a small flame that still existed in her eyes. The flame had almost died out. She was hurt, badly. But, she still had a little fight in her.

Sakura stared at the wall. She couldn't see anything correctly. Everything was still blurry. She suddenly felt someone touch her arm and tried to move her. She moaned in pain. She felt the person pull their hands away from her. She just wanted to be left alone. Alone to die her miserable death.

Syaoran stared at the girl as she closed her eyes and moaned at his touch. He retracted his hand from her arm. As he looked carefully, he could tell her arm was broken. 'She seems familiar...I just can't place my finger on it.' He thought. His heart wrenched at the sight. "How can they treat someone like this? It's so inhuman." He grumbled to himself. He looked at the girl laying before him. She didn't look like no ordinary villager, that was for sure. "You don't look like you did anything to deserve this." He said out loud.

Sakura could hear a male voice. She could tell he was around her age. She heard him say, "You don't look like you did anything to deserve this." And the truth was, she didn't. She wanted to answer him. Tell him that she didn't deserve this. She opened her mouth to say something.

Syaoran watched the girl open her mouth and struggled to say something. He had to strain his hearing to hear her whisper, "I didn't." Unseen to her, he nodded in response.

He looked around, making sure no guard was around. Good. None in sight. He lifted her fragile form onto his back, only to hear her moan in more pain. It was sorta hard to carry her because he was only seven years old. He slowly started to stand with the girl on his back and slowly took each step toward the entrance of the dungeon.

As he passed each cell, he heard the prisoners start to whisper. He couldn't make out what they were saying, the only words he caught was princess and Kinomoto. Unaware what they were saying, he paid them no heed and continued to drag the girl out of the dungeon.

After about a minute, he was out of the dungeon, and trying to run down the hall. He stumbled every once in a while. He knew perfectly well that if he was caught, he would be in deep trouble.

After a few minutes, he came to a large door and opened it and entered. This was his room. He closed the door behind him quietly and walked over to his bed. He gently set her down on the green covers, not caring if she got blood on them. As he pulled her feet over and onto the bed, he could hear her say water. He shook his head. "Not yet. First, I have to get you healed." He walked over to a small book shelf and scanned the books. He stopped at the last book and pulled it out. There were several healing spells. He scanned them one by one until he found the correct spell. The spell required some herbs. He searched around his room for the herbs. He had some of the required herbs, but the rest were in his parents room. That was one place he rarely went into. If he got caught, this he would surely get the girl in trouble too. He set the required herbs on the table next to his bed and headed to the door. He stopped before he left. "I'll be back." And then he left.

Sakura lay there, almost unconscious. Her mind was racing with thoughts that would never come true. They were only wishes. 'This is just a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. I'll wake up soon. I just have to. But, it feels so real. So painful.' She thought. Slowly, tears ran down the side of her face. "Okaa-san. Tou-san. Onii-chan.... where are you?" Just then, the door opened and closed.

Syaoran was panting for breath. He had ran the whole way there and back. Not only that, he was caught, by his own mother. He gulped. Hopefully she didn't follow him.

He ran to her side and started to try to heal the girl. He grabbed the herbs and tossed them into a bowl and started to crush them with a crusher. (A/N: Sorry, I don't know what those crushing things are.) As soon as he was finished, he grabbed the book and started to scan the spell. Then, his door swung open. He paled. It was his mother.

"Li Syaoran. What are you doing? I called out to you but you kept running away! And why did..." She trailed off as her eyes landed on the small girl on the bed. She walked over to the girl and kneeled down, so that way she was at her sons height. She looked at the bowl in his hand and smiled at him. She gently took it from him and set it down on the ground. "Syaoran, is this why you were in my room? Because you needed the herbs?" He nodded, waiting to be scolded, but it never came. "Syaoran. Im glad your trying to do something good for someone. But, your doing it wrong. Here, let me do this, just go get a bowl of warm water and a towel." He nodded and rushed toward the bathroom.

Yelan, queen of the Li kingdom. She was one of the strongest women leaders of their time. If she had an idea that would help keep peace between kingdoms, or something to help their kingdom, she would speak her mind, loud and proud and hold her head high, showing that she wasn't afraid of anything.

As soon as she saw the girl, she knew who she was. But she dare not say who the girl really was. It would only get the girl killed. She knew the girl was Princess Sakura of the Kinomoto royal family. She pitied the girl. Such royalty being turned into a servant. The only reason she knew it was the princess because she had gone to the east, toward the Kinomoto kingdom to invite them to her sons 6th birthday. She would of sent a letter, but she wanted to pay a visit. She knew that the Kinomoto's were a peaceful family that didn't like violence. But that was their weakness.

Soon, Syaoran returned with a bowl of water and a towel and handed it to his mother. She thanked him and took the towel and slowly dipped it into the water.

"First, before you can do the healing spell, you have to clean the wounds of your patient." She watched Syaoran nod in understanding. Then, she slowly and carefully started to wash the blood and dirt off of the girl's face. Then, her arms and legs. Before she could get the wounds under her dress, she shooed Syaoran away and continued.

Soon, she was done cleaning up the blood and dirt and now was chanting a spell and taking the herb powder, and was sprinkling the herbs over her wounds. Before long, the girl's cuts had disappeared and the only wounds left were the more serious injuries, which would take time to heal.

Sakura's head was slowly starting to clear. She could see a woman in front of her attending to her wounds. "Queen Yelan?" Sakura choked out. "Shh. You need to rest Princess." Yelan said in a gentle tone.

Since then, Sakura had felt like she owed Yelan a great dept. And had thanked her many times. She had always wondered who the young boy was. The boy that had tried to help her. Since then, she had been searching for the young boy ever since.

So now, our story begins....