Thanks so much for all of your reviews. Motives won't be revlied for a few, but if your really beyond confused, pay attention to her dreams.
Disclaimer: ...nope. I still live in a Sasuke-less world. -sigh-
Sakura was standing in front of a window. It was a huge window rising maybe 30ft into the air looking out onto a black landscape and gray, stormy sky. But the oddest thing about the widow was that there were no walls surrounding it. It was just standing there on top of a stone building.
A cool night breeze swirled around Sakura. She hugged herself for warmth and thunder crashed from far away. Suddenly, lightning from the far off storm illuminated the hills below her, and for a brief moment Sakura saw what looked like a battle. She step forward quickly up to the glass and pressed her forehead against it trying to see. Another bolt of lightning caught fire and there it was again. Not a 100 yards before her were soldiers fighting, from what she could tell, beasts, possibly three times their size.
Sakura realized their was something very strange going on. All she could hear was the faint clap of thunder and her breath, jagged in the cold, despite the fact that there was a massacre taking place right in front of her. What was going on?
Out of nowhere something hit the window right in front of her. She stumble with a yelp and tripped backwards landing hard on her butt. A splash of gore on the glass was enough proof that something was happening down there. As the larger chunks of the slaughtered remains started to slowly slide down the glass, a slow but steady wail came from Sakura.
Sakura was shaken awake. "Your yelling. Some quiet would be nice," a voice stated.
Still lost in the haze of sleep, she looked up dreamily and saw Kidnapper #1's disapproving face. "We're here." He stalked off to the back of the plane and hit the button to open the ramp.
"What? We're where? What time is it?"
"We have just arrived in beautiful San Francisco!" Sakura looked over to see the smiling and overly cheerful face of Kidnapper #2 emerging from the cockpit. "Sorry but we won't have any time for sight seeing. We still have a long way to go."
"Here. Put this on." A black, heavy trench coat was tossed her way. She grabbed it, seeing that it was rather stylish, and looked out the small window to her left. Airport lights greeted her. It was evening and the sun was close to setting. Sakura felt the panic start to take hold of her stomach like a giant fist. 'I'm so far away. This is beyond bad.'
"Well don't just sit there. Put it on already!" Kidnapper #1 said impatiently. Sakura turned back form the window to see both of the boys staring at her, waiting.
"Um..." Sakura stood shakily, and slipped it on. It hid her banged up knees and rumpled clothes beneath.
"Alright lets go!" yelled Kidnapper #2 enthusiastically. They both stared down the ramp, pushing Sakura forward.
"Yea, so, what's going on? Is this like a ransom or something. I mean, like, what exactly do you guys want?" Sakura asked apprehensively. "I just really don't get the point of this," she said, starting to blabble.
"HA! We don't want money, Sakura!" Kidnapper #2 scratched his head sheepishly as they walked to the entrence to the airport. It was a small glass door and Sakura could see people with luggage milling about.
"...How did you know my name?"
"Do you really think we would kidnapp someone who we knew nothing about. We aren't morons," Kidnapper #1 stated in a 'well-duh' voice. As they approched the doors he said, "The situation is already tense." Sakura glanced at him trying to comprehend in her skittish state. "Just don't freak out in the middle of the airport."
His tone was threatening enough.
They entered the doors, and both Kidappers took up residence on either side of her. She had to give them props for looking perfectly normal. But as much as Sakura admired that, it's not what she was hoping for. She needed someone to notice her situation. She didn't have a choice, she had to get out. Which should have been very easy considering the ridiculously suspisous attitudes that accompanied traveling these days.
She was scaning faces, trying to get anyone to glance her way, but no one took notice. No one even looked. 'I know I'm plain but I expected at little more than invisible,' she though frustratedly.
Kidnapper #2 glanced at her noticing her shifty movements. "Calm down," he soothed giving her a small smile.
"Calm?" she hissed. "I'm supposed to calm down?! Don't even speak to me you...you...STRANGER! I just got kidn-"
A hand over her mouth silenced her immediently. "Your making a scene," Kidnapper #1 said. He stepped inbetween them and continued walking with his arm wrapped around Sakura's shoulders. 'Well there goes my running option.'
And so Sakura settled in for the long haul, and decided to figure out where they were headed.
While walking in a crowded airport such as this one, it's is only normal to bump into people, or at least come in close proximity with people, and as said people came close, Sakura noticed that both of her Kidnappers would tense up. They were on edge for sure. But why? 'Well they did just steal a very vauble peron's daughter. Serves them right. I hope they get cramps,' inner-Sakura thought mercilessly.
Sakura saw a giant C looming in front of them and Kidnapper #2 walked up to a desk and presented the woman behind it with airline tickets. Sakura stepped away from Kidapper #1's grasp and turned to him. "Would you at least tell me what is going on, or is it standard, stranger procedure to keep me in the dark," she hissed sharply.
"Look can we not talk about this right here. It's not good publicity. All you need to know is that your safe for the moment. But if you try and get away there is no telling what could happen." He got right up in her face. "So just play along."
She glared. Fine.
"You wont be able to board for another 20 minutes," said the woman cheerfully, handing the tickets back to Kidnapper #2.
"Alright thanks a heap!" he replied, turning back to Sakura and his partner in crime. "Lets go sit you guys." They procided to sit as far away from everyone else as they possibly could meaning that there was only really like three seats separating them from the screaming children and sweaty vacationers. Sakura was stuck sitting in between the two of them. They had made themselves comfortable in the very uncomfortable chairs immediately, but their eyes were still on the prowl.
It was then that Sakura noticed that she was still completely clueless as to the names of her kidnappers. (Her having completely forgotten the incident on the plane where both of their names had been shouted quite clearly.) But that never occured to her. What also never occured to her was how simple it would be to just ask, because it was garenteed that Kidnapper #2 would gladly yell out both of their names for her. But these things would, of course, be way to easy.
So Sakura chose to observe and plan. She looked to her right first, 'observing' Kidnapper #1. And this time she looked. Really looked. And boy, did she stare. He was so familiar, she could have sworn she had seen him before somewhere. And he was so hot! Almost god-like...wait!
'Okay Sakura you have officaially embarassed yourself stop it! Now get back to planning your daring escape. ...Maybe I can send a telopathic massage to pop...'
Kidnapper #1 was entertaining himself by watching the look of pure concentration on Sakura's face. It was positively priceless.
"5 minutes till flight 546 will be boarding," an announer called out on the ridiculously loud speaker system. Sakura cringed.
"Oh thats us. Perfect! I hate waiting," Kidnapper #2 declared.
'Shit! 5 minutes! Think think think!!'
"Patience is a virtue," Kidnapper #1 said cooly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
Sakura was begining to protray a caged rabbit. She was glancing from side to side nervously searching for an excuse to get away. She couldn't let them take her anywhere else, she'd probably end up face down in a gutter.
'Oh God!'-inner-Sakura screamed.
'Well I guess I'll just have to rely on the backup. They aren't called classics for nothing.'
She was coming up short on time so a rash decision was made. "I have to pee!" Sakura all but yelled, standing up suddenly.
"Flight 546 to Tokyo, Japan will now be boarding first class." The announcement shook Sakura's eardrums and sent her brain reeling. 'Japan?'
"Too late," Kidmapper #1 responded, swiftly linking their arms and guiding her to the line that was forming.
"Japan?" she asked, escape completely, well, escaping her mind. "Your taking me to a different country? I really don't get this. Why don't you just rans-"
She was cut off by a warning growl, "Not now."
"Tickets please?" asked a robust lady, with a horrid hairdoo. Kidnapper #2 handed her all three of their tickets. She examined Sakura and her entourage, and Sakura prayed for her to pick up on something. The desparate look in her eyes, the tiny glimmer of guilt in theirs. Anything please! But the woman just gave them a friendly smile and handed the tickets back, locking eyes with Sakura. "What handsome boys. Your a lucky girl." She winked.
Sakura's smile was strained and filled with malice. "They treat me so well." They then proceeded to board the plane, Sakura brooding in her humongous first class chair.
God, people were so blind to strangers.
Well thats it for adventure #2. YAY! R&R (:
-rubberducky-
