Held In Captivity
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Chapter Twelve
Disguised Madness
Sakura stared at the woman's green eyes, similar to her's but they were filled with a knowing that she didn't hold when people looked into her own emerald eyes. The mad woman who had looked older earlier now appeared to look younger, her hair was still grey but her face held a youthful look that hadn't been there when she had last looked at her.
"Who are you?" Sakura questioned the woman sourly, she was in no mood for happy chit chat. But this woman who she had thought to be a nut case had just spoken concise words. So she couldn't be all that mad then, could she?
The woman let out a light laugh and her green eyes twinkled with mystery. "That's a good question. I don't really know who I am anymore. I am someone you know, yet you do not know me. I have been imprisoned here for a while, perhaps I have grown mad from the constant torture or from the longing for my family. I do not know, maybe you can tell me."
Sakura sighed in annoyance, 'great another riddle person'. Sakura forced a small smile onto her swollen puffy red lips and spoke in an exasperated tone. "I have had to deal with riddles since I got here and I have to be honest, I'm not in the best frame of mind to attempt another one. So will you just tell me who you are. No puzzles and no playing around."
The woman remained unfazed by the sound of her voice and continued to exhibit that aggravating knowing grin on her face. "Sakura pink, you shall figure it out in time. Think it shall come to you in the end."
The woman said nothing else but returned to her corner and started wailing like a new born baby. Sakura stared at the woman, angry and a little afraid. For only one person had ever called her 'Sakura Pink'. And that person was now dead, so how could this woman know? This woman had the most eloquent eyes she had ever set eyes on and in a way they reminded her of her mother's eyes.
Sakura sat on the stone floor, chilled by the thoughts jumbled in her head and the iciness of the cell. Her heart ached for Syaoran, but he seemed to have forgotten all about her and the likeness that he once held for her. They hurt more than anything else, they his love for her had been killed by Master Manor, his father.
"Bastard" Sakura muttered into her hands as hot florid tears squeezed out of her emerald startling dull eyes.
Syaoran lay on his bed staring up at the empty dank ceiling of his bedroom. His wounds had been cleaned up but his face still ached like it was on fire. He was thinking about a lot of things, his father was now on his side, which was his aim. They had a police inspection tomorrow morning. "This will be most interesting", he mumbled to himself.
"I have to see Sakura somehow and get her some place safe." He had it all worked out, he was going to set his father up. He would tell him that the police had changed their time to 10 am giving them a little extra time to prepare. His father would no doubt take the girls downstairs into the cell and torture areas again. He had something different up his sleeve. But he needed Sakura's help to pull it off.
He needed to ask her a very important question. He loved her so much, he loved her more than any other girl he had ever met. She did things to him that were unexplainable, her touch was in his blood. He had to have her, but everything would depend on her answer. If she said yes to being with him, he would give her a choice. They could be together but it would have to be away from everything and everyone.
If she said no then he would give himself up the police. He would spend the rest of his life in a damp prison cell with only the radio and incoherent mumblings of fellow prisoners as company. He would not carry on with imprisoning girls for the fun of it, he would let the current ones he had go and return them to their families.
"How can I see her without being seen?" he asked himself "I need to see her, I need an answer by tonight so I can start preparing things for tomorrow." he concluded solemnly to himself.
Eriol and Tomoyo were both asleep in the car, the music on the radio was soft and alluring. It let out an intoxicating scent into the car. Eriol was in the driver's seat and Tomoyo was in the front passenger seat, they were both holding hands. They looked so serene and peaceful, it was worth a portrait of two forbidden lovers running away from a life of captivity. The strain showed on both of their faces.
Eriol's phone rang, he snapped awake and stared at the number on his phone and dropped it in baffled fright. The name Syaoran flashed clearly on his phone screen. Slowly he gathered the courage to press the green button and answered in a steady voice. Amazing considering his heart was pounding wildly. "Hello?"
"Eriol this is Syaoran, I need your help with something. Don't worry I'm not calling you to lure you back under false pretences. I want you to get Sakura to somewhere safe. Something big is happening tomorrow and I want her out of harms way. Could you do that for me? I love her." Syaoran stated casually, his voice quaking with hidden emotion.
Eriol's eyes landed on Tomoyo's sleeping body, her soft breathing hissing from her mouth. He couldn't believe that fearless, unlawful abiding Li Syaoran was asking for his help for the sake of a girl. "You sure you aren't going to imprison me if I come back there to help you?"
"I give you my word. You're my friend, I've seen my father for what he truly is. Ok listen up, here's the plan. You need to sneak back in here and get Sakura from her cell and take her somewhere safe. Give me a call when you have done that. The police are coming for a visit tomorrow and I plan on delivering my father to them and perhaps myself. Thank you Eriol, I appreciate this." Syaoran replied an angry growl in his voice.
Eriol chuckled sweetly, "No problem Syaoran. See you soon." Eriol chirped into his phone. He heard Syaoran let out a low growl before hanging up, he followed suit running his friends through his black hair.
"Tomoyo" he whispered into her ear, his warm languid breathe causing her to sigh in deep contentment. "TOMOYO!" he said at the top of his voice. "Wake up!" added a with a little less volume.
"What?" Tomoyo yelled back. Her electric blue eyes were half open and had little bits of sleep in them. There was a mark on her right cheek where the contours of the seat had dug into her skin.
"Calm down my sweet, I have just had a call from Syaoran. Sakura needs our help. I'm going to take you to a hotel and you are to stay there until I return with Sakura. Do I make myself clear?" he explained firmly.
Tomoyo's mouth had frozen into an O-shape. She was utterly shocked. Syaoran was helping Sakura, why though? Why couldn't she help her friend as well. "I'm going with you." she told Eriol stubbornly. "If you don't let me then I'll follow you or I'll run away and never come back." she added a sly smile creeping onto her face.
Eriol let out a frustrated sigh, "no for your own safety and my piece of mind you will stay at the hotel or I will tie you up. I'm serious Tomoyo, something big is going to happen at the mansion that's why I'm getting Sakura out of there tonight. It's not safe. I won't be long, I promise you. I'm doing this for Syaoran…he loves her." he finished his long speech with a soft smile of his face, surprising Tomoyo.
"He loves her? Wow…now that is something. Fine I'll be a good girl and sit this adventure out." She answered somewhat reluctantly. She crossed her arms like a little girl who had just been told off.
"That's my final word Tomoyo, you are not going to change my mind", Eriol stated tenaciously. A smirk was on his face. "Now let's get you to a hotel, then I can go and rescue Syaoran's future wife."
He buckled his seat belt, urged Tomoyo to do the same then zoomed to the nearest town.
Sakura got a shock when a cleaned up Syaoran walked into her cell, an innocuous look determinedly placed on his face. His mouth was set into a thin and placid line. His amber eyes held a look of secrecy and his strides thumped with dignity as he made he way over to her.
"I have been waiting for such a chance encounter" the mad woman said from her corner. She stood up, threw off her cloak, exposing her petite and curvy frame. Her grey hair had now become a brownish colour. Her green eyes sparkled with youthful wisdom. She no longer looked in her fifties but in her thirties.
Syaoran let out a strangled noise of shock, "You're supposed to be dead!" he exclaimed in astonishment. This was the very woman who he had killed. How had she come back to life. He glanced at Sakura who's eyes were fixed on the woman's face.
"Mother?!" she rasped desperately. Her whole body couldn't move she was paralyzed with shock. The green eyes were the same, the brownish hair, with a hint of grey was long unkempt but cascaded down her mother's back in beautiful flowing curls. Her smile matched Sakura's perfectly.
"Yes Sakura Pink, it is I." Her mother answered simply. "Before I explain I believe this young man was about to tell you something. Isn't that why you came?" she gestured gently. She threw her arms around Sakura in a warm much anticipated hug.
Syaoran regained his composure, he got down on one knee took a box from his pocket and looked Sakura directly in the face. "Sakura I love you and have since I first laid eyes on you. Will you marry me? Will you become my wife and make me the happiest man in the universe. I promise to look after you and treat you well. You brought love into my life. If you marry me though, you can't have any contact with your family. We will go away somewhere else. If you say no I will give myself up to the police."
Sakura stared at Syaoran, a blank look on her face. What would she do now. Be with the man she loved, yearned for in so many ways or see him go to prison for the rest of his life. If she married him, she would never see her family again.
"Will you marry me?" Syaoran asked again, his voice shaking with the intense heat surrounding him.
End of chapter Twelve
Will she or won't she? What about her mother? Please review.
Demere
