A Trapped Sakura
By: Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
Author's Note: Howdy y'all! Please RR and I really hope you love it! Oh yeas and- REVIEW, OR MY FLYING MONKEYS OF DOOM WILL GET YOU!!!!! Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue, lawyers smell.
-Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
"Sakura! Come on!" a timid Tomoyo Daidojii (Kno that's NOT spelled right) poked her raven-haired head through the door of the temple. An eighteen-year old Sakura Kinomoto of the Kinomoto Kingdom swiveled to meet her friend's anxious eyes. "I'm sorry! Were you meditating?" Tomoyo sounded terrified at having disturbed her friends' concentration. Sakura sighed. "It's okay. I wasn't really getting anything anyways." Sakura shrugged her slim shoulders and stood, the pain from kneeling on the hard, wooden floor shooting up through her legs. They wobbled momentarily, but she easily re-caught herself. She gave Tomoyo a smile that could warm any heart. "Why do you need to see me?" she asked, thin lips forming each word perfectly. "Oh um... That sakuras' are in bloom, and I figured you might like to see them." Tomoyo's slim fingers clung to the wooden side of the door tightly.
She desperately hoped her friend would say yes. "Of course! Let's go!" Sakura was excited to be able to skip out on her meditation. After all, she never got future visions in this temple. As she strolled to the door, she peeled off one layer of her ceremonial kimono and shook her hair out slightly. The warm, honey colored, shoulder-length hair fell on her shoulders with grace. Tomoyo had coal-black hair that was slick and shining, and it tumbled down her waist with abandon. It curled slightly at the ends giving it a touchable look, whereas Sakura's hair merely bordered her face. Tomoyo had deep; glittering, violet eyes were crinkled in a smile at the humor of her best friend shirking her priestess duties. Sakura, in turn, had smooth, deep emeralds for eyes that resembled more of the jewel than actual orbs that they were. Both girls were tall and slim, with dreamy curves and full breasts.
Sakura was slightly taller and more muscular than Tomoyo due to her extensive training in martial arts. She was the Head Priestess of the shrine in the Kinomoto Kingdom, and her visions of the future made her very powerful. Tomoyo always watched her younger friend's back and was vowed to always protect her. Sakura wrapped an arm around her friend. As they exited the shrine Sakura mentally told herself not to trip over her robes, and thankfully, she didn't. Both girls walked into the fluttering cherry-blossoms and the bright sunshine laughing.
"Syaoran! Come!" Syaoran Li flinched at the power in his father's voice. He approached his armor-clad and sword-clad father reproachfully. He bowed to the King of the Li Kingdom respectively as was accustomed. "Yes Father?" he asked, playing ignorance, his eyes still closed, still bowing. "Syaoran look me in the eyes. I don't trust anyone who won't." his father boomed indignantly. "Sorry Father." Syaoran apologized. He raised his head to meet his father's fiery eyes. The gaze that was rumored to shrivel the soul of any warrior.
This had no effect on Li. He merely stood taller. "What am I hearing? You will not go and fight for your country, your people, into battle?!" his voice held all the authority it should for the ultimate ruler of China. Li, the crown prince, had never accepted his role. "Li! Why is this? It is the last resistant force from the Barbarians!" his father seemed truly shocked. "Father, war is for warriors. Those who revel in land-snatching and blood. I therefore consider myself not to be a warrior that cause. I rightly cheer for China, and my people, if this is what they desire, but my current concern is the chores around the castle. I have many things to do, and such a lost cause is not for me." The king looked down to this boy before him with amber eyes of burning gold, and passion for his choice just as strong of a blaze.
Solders around them were turning to stare at their normally terrifying king being told off by a twenty-year old boy, his son. The king, noticing this, drew his sword, long and glittering, from its' sheath. Holding its heavy length in front of Li's face. Li's eyes remained calm, his fury still bubbling. His features remained their usual, hardened, cold unemotional, calm that he'd possessed all his life. It was rumored whoever could make him laugh was an angel. His chestnut-colored messy, unkempt, bangs feel into his eyes, but he made no move to clear his face. "Li, I love this sword as much as my country. Many men have died upon this blade." Li remained clam. The king held in his pride at having a son (it was almost scary) that could be so…. unfeeling towards everything. That poker face would never crack. "My son." The king's voice held as little emotion as his son's. In a swift, terrifying movement that made many soldier's gasp, he had the sword above his head, and was raining onto Li's head.
The prince was doomed! But- CLANG! In a feat of almost super-human speed, Li had drawn his two daggers in his belt (one on each side) and used them to block the blow. His strength was a brick wall. The king smiled sneakily and withdrew his sword. He plunged it into the ground, and the hilt was practically glowing in the lantern light on the bleak battlefield. "You can fight. You are a far better warrior than I. why do you not fight this battle?" he'd caught him. He knew it. The soldiers waited, breath baited. "Because I do not believe in the cause." The answer left much to be desired. The king attacked again.
"The cause is protecting China. Do as I say!" the voice was crippling in its' power. Li looked around him. He never went back on what he believed in. but perhaps….. He grabbed the hilt of the sword, and ripped it from the ground, in a spectacular display of strength. His father smiled; glad he'd beaten this insolent boy. Li gave him a dirty look, one to frighten a man to a puddle from behind the hilt. "You will pay Father. Mark my words." His eyes were as dangerous as his re-sheathed daggers. The king merely smirked. Only he could hear the threat, over the cheering of the thousands of soldiers. 'Mark my words Father... you insolent pig of a king. Japan is not your enemy. I am.' Li's thoughts were dark, like the rest of him.