Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura, or any of their characters.
A/N: This is just something which came to mind. Anyway, I hope you like it. Thankyou!
Ghost
The cell was dark, damp and cold. The stone walls were brush here and there with whispers of blood from previous prisoners, and the stench of something foul was in the air. Death surrounded the underground passageways and cell rooms. Each cell faced each other, with only bars seperating the rooms from the corridors. Most of the cells were empty, but two were occupied.
A chained woman lay on her side facing the opposite cell, as she tried to stay awake. Footsteps echoed through the hallway, as a door on the far side opened, and two men in drab clothing dragged a second woman by her upper arms throught the entrance. Dispositing the woman in a cell two 'doors' down from the first woman, one of the men gave a final kick to the tortured girl, before locking the cell behind him, and the two left.
Trying to catch her breath, green eyes opened and the woman tried to sit up. She was covered in brusies, and slashes covered her legs, arms and torso. Pain was becoming a more perminant factor to her.
The first woman dragged herself to the bars so that she could try to see the green eyed girl not far from her.
"Sakura? Are you alright?" She asked, her voice gentle, yet exausted.
"Yes... I'll... be... fine... soon... Tomoyo," she coughed out in reply.
The two of them had been here for almost a month now, and no one had told them why they were here, exactly. The captors seemed to only want information - the information, however, was not something that they knew. Wiping at her mouth, she moved towards the cells bars, and smiled as a pair of bright, sad amber eyes met her sight.
"I'm fine. You don't have to worry. I haven't told them anything - not that I know what their asking anyway," she tried to laugh, but this only resulted in another coughing fit.
"Don't worry, Sakura. I'll get you out soon," Syaoran murmered, reaching out a had to caress her cheek. His had moved to the back of her head, and he began to stroke through her damp, dirty brown locks. She smiled at the contact, glad that her fiance was with her, even under such conditions.
"Everything will be fine, Sakura," Tomoyo said. Sakura focused some of her attention on her friend - her eyes never leaving those pretty amber ones. "They'll realise that we don't know anything soon."
"I know." Sakura sighed, closing her eyes, and letting herself fall against the bars, as Syaoran wrapped his arms around her from around the bars. His touch was very gentle - almost non-existant in fact - but she loved it, and him, all the more for it.
"I can't wait to leave," the emerald eyed girl murmered.
"I think we can all count for that one, Sakura," Tomoyo giggled. Syaoran smiled lightly.
"She's right. But I'm not sure how long it'll be untill we can leave," Syaoran spoke, anger wriggling into his voice.
"It can't be too long, though. I want to marry you soon, you know," she answered, smiling.
"What?" Tomoyo asked, slightly shocked. "Marry?" She was trying to look around at Sakura, but all she could see was the corridor and the bars and the other cells.
"We're going to be married, and then we'll have no more troubles. We'll be safe, and have lots of children. Just you and me Syaoran," she smiled as she envisioned the scene. Her mind began to drift into sleep, as she felt the warm presance behind her, wrapping her up in a safe place.
Tears began to stream down the amethyst eyed girl, as she realistion dawned onto her. She listened as her best friend fell into a deep sleep. Sakura had been talking to Syaoran.
Who had died three weeks before hand.
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A/N: Sad, I know. But I felt like writing it.