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Love of War
Chapter Twenty: Meeting Father
Sakura kicked at Doremi, struggling against his grip. "Let me go!"
"I don't think so little cherry." He whispered in her ear, his breath sickening on her neck. "I get to have a little fun with you first."
Sakura looked frantically around her for Eriol or Tomoyo, but they had broken off from her and Doremi a while ago, probably to either be taken to a cell or to be killed.
Sakura hoped they were just tied up somewhere, or had escaped.
She wished that she had her staff with her, but Doremi had taken it from her when he'd captured her and it had un-transformed. He'd put the key in his pocket.
Doremi was leading her through the forest, up ahead Sakura could see a large mansion, shadowed in the moonlight. A cold fear welled up in Sakura's chest as she realized that she was alone and for all that she knew, Syaoran could be dead, Tomoyo and Eriol could be dead.
No one was coming for her.
Doremi pushed her through the doors of the mansion, leading her down a long hallway. The hallways were filled with paintings and pottery, so beautiful that Sakura knew they had been stolen.
"Where are you taking me?" Sakura growled, pulling at her wrist, but Doremi wouldn't let it go.
"To see my master." He answered, a smirk playing across his lips. "But first..."
Before Sakura knew it Doremi had spun around, catching her off guard, and pinned her against the wall.
"Get off me!" Sakura shrieked, punching at his chest.
"I don't think so Sakura," Doremi smiled. "I've been waiting to have you for a while, and now, you can't escape me."
He pressed his body against hers, moving his lips to her neck. Sakura felt him kiss her, small warning fires lighting inside her.
This wasn't good.
"Stop! Please!" Sakura cried, trying desperately to get him off her.
He wouldn't budge.
His hands left her wrist and slid down her waist and under her skirt. Sakura gasped. "Fuck you! Get off!"
She tried to kick him in the groin, but he moved away from her, pressing his body more tightly against hers and moving his lips to hers, kissing her hungrily.
Sakura wanted to gag, or puke, or kill him. She was with Syaoran, not him. She loved Syaoran, not him.
He had no right to touch her.
Just as Doremi was getting serious, moving his hand to undo his pants and the other to the hem of her skirt, a loud, booming voice stopped him.
"What are you doing?" The man said stomping up to Doremi and backhanding him. "You are not supposed to touch her!"
"Hey, she's my captive until we get to-"
"Shut up!" The man growled. He was, obviously, older than Doremi with dusty blonde hair and blazing blue eyes. He reached over and grabbed Sakura's wrist, pulling the auburn-haired girl away from Doremi. "He will want to speak with you too, come on runt."
Doremi glared at the man.
Though Sakura knew that the man was her enemy, she couldn't help but be thankful towards him.
For the rest of the walk through the mansion, Sakura stuck close to the nameless man, knowing that Doremi, with his temper, would surely take her any chance he got.
The man who was holding Sakura's wrist stopped suddenly at a door, knocking three times. "She's here." He said.
There was a reply from inside the room.
The man turned to Sakura and let go of her wrist, sliding the door open and shoving her through. Then he closed the door behind her.
Sakura could hear, from the other side of the door, the man had started to shout at Doremi, who was freaking at the older man.
With a smirk Sakura turned into the room. She pulled, from her pocket, her star key. When Doremi's mind was preoccupied, he wasn't paying attention to where her hands went.
She stepped further into the room. It was huge.
All around her were large tapestries hanging from the walls and ceilings, paintings hung beside the tapestries and underneath them were beautiful vases and tables lined with different ornaments.
There was a large window at the back of the room, beyond it Sakura could see the ocean.
"Wow." She breathed. They had been so close to the enemies hideout…they hadn't even known it.
Suddenly, Sakura heard a muffled sound from the corner of the room, to her left.
She turned, and gasped.
"Touya!"
Sakura rushed over to her brother, falling to her knees beside him. He was sitting, leaning against the stone wall, his wrists in chains that were attached to the stone. His face was badly bruised and a deep cut was scabbing on his forehead. His arms and legs were, also, bruised.
Using her magic, Sakura could see that his wrist was broken, probably from struggling against the chains.
"Touya, are you alright?" She asked, brushing some of his dark hair from his face.
Touya's eyes fluttered open and he stared, shocked, at her. "S-Sakura? What are you doing here?"
Sakura sighed with relief, a smile breaking out across her face. "I'm so happy you're okay! Where's Kero? Yue?"
"Over here." A voice said.
Sakura turned to the familiar, squeaky, voice. Kero was sitting, in his masked form, in a small cage, Yue as Yukito chained to the wall beside him. Kero wasn't badly hurt, only a few cuts and bruises, but Yue was no better than Touya, almost worst.
"Are you two okay?" Sakura asked.
Yukito nodded, his glasses were cracked. "Yeah, we're fine. Are you okay?"
Sakura nodded. "A little flustered but otherwise I'm fine."
Kero sighed. "You shouldn't have come Sakura."
"I had to!" Sakura said. "I got a note…I had no other choice!""
"Still." Touya said softly. "Your life is in danger."
The sixteen-year-old smiled at her brother. "I know that, but still."
"No," Touya said. "You don't understand. Even if you do survive this…you're going to be scarred. Their master…he's-"
"Finally," A voice said from behind Sakura. She recognized it. "You came, Sakura."
Sakura's eyes widened. She feared turning around.
"Impossible." She breathed.
But from the look in her brother's eyes, she knew that what she was thinking was true.
Sakura turned, slowly, to face her father.
"D-Daddy?" She whispered, stumbling backwards.
Fujitaka glared down at his daughter, his lips turned upwards in a wicked smile. "Surprised to see me?"
Sakura didn't say anything, she just stared in horror at her dead father.
But…he was standing right there. He couldn't be dead.
"He betrayed us Sakura," Touya said, venom in his voice as he stared up at his father. "He was never really dead. He got that girl, Meilin, and the others to kill our family and friends. He faked his death."
"Even…Syaoran?" Sakura asked breathlessly.
"Syaoran?" Fujitaka Kinomoto laughed. "Like he'd ever join me. No, Meilin warned me of that boy. Right now she should be killing him."
A coldness ran through Sakura, like a wind on a winter's day. Her father…the man who had raised her, been with her every day…had betrayed her. "How…could you?"
"Easily.." Fujitaka smirked. "When you were born Sakura, I knew that you would gain the Kinomoto powers, and after seeing my sister get them…all I felt was jealousy. Only Kinomoto women can get the power. So, instead of killing you, for Yue and Kero were very protective, I devised a plan of attack, hoping that one day I would be able to get you alone, far away from your guardians."
"You knew that by enabling them to change, it would weaken me." Sakura said, her gaze falling on Yukito and Kero.
Fujitaka nodded. "Yes. I knew. I knew that you had met Syaoran, Meilin's cousin. So I sent her a message and she replayed a fake message to her leader. They came here to Japan and attacked us. I, naturally, went with Doremi as he hid in the shadows, giving Meilin my pendant to show that she had supposedly killed me."
"But…that's horrible." Sakura said.
"So what if it is?" Fujitaka snapped angrily. "I need the power Sakura, you are not fit to use it, control it."
"And you think you can control it?" Sakura hissed, her anger flaring. "Only the chosen one can control the power, without being the chosen one the magic will free itself and wreak havoc, you know that!"
"Do I?" Fujitaka smirked, reaching down and grabbing the girl by her hair, dragging her to her feet. "Well it's too late Sakura, the damage has been done. Your power will be mine."
"You'll be killing your own daughter." Sakura whispered harshly.
Fujitaka shook his head sadly, a smirk playing across his lips. "What makes you think I care?"
With a harsh move, Fujitaka tossed his daughter to the side like an old rag doll. Sakura fell, hitting the ground, hard, her head hitting the tiled floor with a sickening crack.
"Sakura!" Yukito gasped. "Fujitaka you bastard!"
"Shut up!" Fujitaka roared. "You three are next!"
Tears welled up in Sakura's eyes and she lifted her head off the ground, a pool of blood was where her head once lay, a deep cut just above her eyebrow. "S-Syaoran..."
"Don't bother calling for him sweetheart." Fujitaka smiled, crouching down beside Sakura and running his hand along the side of her cheek. "He's not coming for you, no one is."
Sakura glared at him. "You are dead to me father. I will not blink when I kill you."
Fujitaka sighed, looking beyond Sakura and out the large window, into the rising sun. "Oh look, it's morning. The dawn of a new day. Too bad you won't be able to see the sun set Sakura."
Before Sakura knew what was happening, Fujitaka had lashed out and hit her, hard, across the face, tossing her to one side.
Then, she felt his boot sink into her ribs, kicking her with all his might.
He didn't stop.
"No!" Sakura heardYukito cry. His shouts were so far away.
Sakura felt a sharp pain in her side as her ribs cracked. A strangled cry escaped her lips.
She slipped into darkness.
Fujitaka….is an ass. Hope you liked it! Not many chapters left! REVIEW WHILE YOU STILL CAN!