Fated Circle: Four Sacred Treasures of Earth
n/a: I do not own and will never own Card Captor Sakura (though I whish I did)
it is owned by CLAMP. This author is merely borrowing so please don't sue me!!!^_^;
~Part 1
Byakko: The Sacred Sword of the White Tiger
Chapter 2
I felt warm and comfortable.
It felt like I slept on a cloud.
Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw shocked me.
Angels.
"So this is Heaven..." I told myself. Though I found it odd that the angels
who were playing the lyre in front of me did not move so gracefully, instead,
they were frozen - like statues.
"oh? but you are not dead yet." a woman's voice said from beside me.
Looking to my left, a saw a lady, about the same age as me, standing there.
She had a long black hair wich was braided and her brown eyes stared at me
with unmasked hate. She was wearing a simple red dress with golden linings
at the ends. That's when I realized that what I saw were just paintings.
"where am I?"
"why, you're in your bedchamber!" she said. It was like telling me how
stupid I was not to know.
"MY bedchamber? but I'm only a slave!" I told her, immediately jumping out
of the soft bed. I felt the carpeted floors upon my feet.
"how I wish." she said openly, "but you WERE... now, you are the prince's
fiance and you two are engaged and to be married four days from now." she
explained, hurt in her voice was evident when she said the things about
marriage.
I was shocked.
engaged?
"but how?" I said, voicing my thoughts.
She smirked at me and turned her back. "REALLY! the prince made you feel and
see only an illusion of a knife stabbing your heart. After that, all others
were dismissed."
Recalling my thoughts, I remembered how it felt to die.
So that was only a illusion...
I was pulled away from my thoughts when I heard the footsteps of the lady,
walking towards the door.
"wait!" I said, standing up, "what's your name?"
Not even looking at me, she said, "Meiling."
"I'm pleased to meet you. I'm Sakura." I said, smiling though I knew she wasn't
looking.
She just ignored me and before she turned the knob, she said, "please take
care of Syaoran..." there was sadness in her voice.
As she left, my heat was filled with sadness.
She loved him.
I guess he didn't love her back... what about me? what's to happen to me?
After two days, I still wasn't used to the life of being the master. Everything
was done for me. They dressed me, got me food or drink and anything I wanted.
The maids even bathed me. The conditions I still haven't got used to.
The place I haven't got used to either. This was big, roomy and filled with
exotic treasures from different lands. The walls were extravagantly decorated
while the celings, which were very high, had elaborate and big chandeliers
hanging from them. There were many rooms and the bathroom was so spacious.
It was a very different life from the one I used to have.
Even from the life when I served princess Chiharu. Her castle was simple, yet
elegant but this one, though the same castle, was decorated beyond description.
Walking down one of the castle's corridor, my thoughts ran though all these
things when a certain painting caught my attention. It was big and the last
time I remembered, princess Chiharu's picture hung here. Now, it was a picture
....a picture of Prince Syaoran.
Where was he?
During the past few days of my stay, I haven't seen him nor the dark lord,
whom I'm quite glad I didn't see. I was his bride-to-be and yet he didn't
bother doing the things other men used to do. Like offer expensive gifts or
giving boquets of flowers in order to please the one they adore.
But, did he really like me?.....or even love me?
Just as I was getting deeper into my thoughts when I noticed an open balcony.
Deciding to go out to breathe the fresh air, I did as I thought.
The night sky was lovely and filled with stars. The air was crisp and cool.
"beautiful night, isn't it?" someone said from behind me.
The prince!
I was speechless at his unexpected assault. Mustering all the courage in me,
I answered, "y-yes...b-beautiful..."
"you shouldn't be nervous," he said, his amber eyes gazing deep into mine,
"you're my bride to be."
"bride?" I said, and suddenly, I remembered how I was 'chosen' "you call
throwing a knife at me to be the proper way to choose a wife?!? you
should win the love of a lady and let the lady decide if she wants you
or not!" I said, my anger getting the best of me.
He chuckled and looked at me. "we have different ways of doing things...
I'm sooo sorry if it wasn't what you had expected." he said in an
exaggerated tone.
I felt my face burn with anger and I looked defiantly into his eyes.
He smiled. "you look so beautiful when you're angry."
My temper suddenly froze and my vanity got the best of me. I blushed
a little bit then, realizing what he just did, flared up again. "Then
maybe I should stay that way!!" I shouted at him, stopming away from
him.
As I was entering the castle again, I felt his gentle yet vice-like grip
upon my wrist. "you better not roam around the castle so much. If
father sees you, we won't know what will happen next."
I looked at him with the utmost surprise at his warning. Looking deep
into his eyes, I saw genuine concern for my safety. It surprised me,
really. In his eyes, emotions were clearly seen. His beautiful amber
eyes...
"sakura?" he suddenly said.
Instinctively, I looked down and bowed. "I'm sorry, my prince..." I
said, still bowed with my eyes closed.
"please open your eyes." he said.
I did just that but what I saw made me stand erect. He was infront
of me, kneeling!..........a prince kneeling to me!
"you're not a slave now" he said, his hands now holding mine, "you
are my fiance. Though we may not be married as of yet, you are already
a princess. Because of that, you don't have to bow to me or even call
me like that. Call me by my name..." he then stood up and walked
closer to me, his eyes looking deep into mine as if he was digging
though my whole personality. "do you understand?"
"y-yes...my- i mean - Syaoran..." I nervously said.
He let me go and walked towards the hall again, but he stopped. "you
should get used to be being so close to you too..." he finally said,
then left.
The wedding was a very simple one. It was held in the afternoon and there
were no other people in the chamber we were in except for me, Syaoran, Lord
Orochi and the priest. I wore a simple blue gown with long, and big, sleeves.
Syaoran wore a white shirt with loose seeves, loose pants, black boots which
reached up to his knees and a deep blue tunic which was held by a black belt,
where a long sword hung.
After the wedding, we ate and I discovered that the slaves were being
fed really good food today because of the said occation. I then remembered
Touya and the others.
I missed them.
"Sakura, how do you feel now that you're a royalty?" the Lord Orochi
suddenly asked me.
how do I feel?
HOW DO I feel?
"I feel extrodinary!" I lied. In truth, I felt no difference from before.
I WAS still a slave... to the Lord, though now, I can voice my thoughts.
"FOOL!" he suddenly shouted, his hands slapping the table. I shrunk in
my seat because of fear. "DO NOT LIE TO ME!!!"
"FATHER!!" another voice shouted. It was Syaoran. He suddenly pulled me
from my chair and placed me behind him. He faced his father, sword drawn.
I saw fear etched for a moment on the dark lord's face. Fear. It was so
surprising to see that the dark lord himself was afraid of his son. "DO
NOT, EVER, DO THAT AGAIN!" with that, we left the dining room.
Our walked slowed as we walked farther away from the said room. Then we
abruptly stopped. I looked at him and he was breathing heavily.
"are you alright?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
His grip on my right wrist suddenly tightened and it became painful.
He faced me and fear rooted me in place. His eyes were glowing white and
anger showed in his face. Suddenly, his sword was upon my neck.
"S-syaoran! wh-what are y-you doing?!?" I shouted, trying vainly to
remove my hand from his grip.
He just stared at me and chills came running through my spine. "yOu.."
he started to say in the same voice as when he hit me with the dagger.
The sword closed in on my neck, creating a small wound. I felt my blood
trickle down my neck. And suddenly, I felt as if I had just been hit
by lightning. My legs faltered and my vision blurred.
"Sakura!" I heard his voice, his normal voice, shout at me. The pain
on my wrist lessened and I heard the clatter of metal as it hit the
marble floor.
"w...why?" I asked him.
My vision blacked out again.
...
END
n/a: I do not own and will never own Card Captor Sakura (though I whish I did)
it is owned by CLAMP. This author is merely borrowing so please don't sue me!!!^_^;
~Part 1
Byakko: The Sacred Sword of the White Tiger
Chapter 2
I felt warm and comfortable.
It felt like I slept on a cloud.
Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw shocked me.
Angels.
"So this is Heaven..." I told myself. Though I found it odd that the angels
who were playing the lyre in front of me did not move so gracefully, instead,
they were frozen - like statues.
"oh? but you are not dead yet." a woman's voice said from beside me.
Looking to my left, a saw a lady, about the same age as me, standing there.
She had a long black hair wich was braided and her brown eyes stared at me
with unmasked hate. She was wearing a simple red dress with golden linings
at the ends. That's when I realized that what I saw were just paintings.
"where am I?"
"why, you're in your bedchamber!" she said. It was like telling me how
stupid I was not to know.
"MY bedchamber? but I'm only a slave!" I told her, immediately jumping out
of the soft bed. I felt the carpeted floors upon my feet.
"how I wish." she said openly, "but you WERE... now, you are the prince's
fiance and you two are engaged and to be married four days from now." she
explained, hurt in her voice was evident when she said the things about
marriage.
I was shocked.
engaged?
"but how?" I said, voicing my thoughts.
She smirked at me and turned her back. "REALLY! the prince made you feel and
see only an illusion of a knife stabbing your heart. After that, all others
were dismissed."
Recalling my thoughts, I remembered how it felt to die.
So that was only a illusion...
I was pulled away from my thoughts when I heard the footsteps of the lady,
walking towards the door.
"wait!" I said, standing up, "what's your name?"
Not even looking at me, she said, "Meiling."
"I'm pleased to meet you. I'm Sakura." I said, smiling though I knew she wasn't
looking.
She just ignored me and before she turned the knob, she said, "please take
care of Syaoran..." there was sadness in her voice.
As she left, my heat was filled with sadness.
She loved him.
I guess he didn't love her back... what about me? what's to happen to me?
After two days, I still wasn't used to the life of being the master. Everything
was done for me. They dressed me, got me food or drink and anything I wanted.
The maids even bathed me. The conditions I still haven't got used to.
The place I haven't got used to either. This was big, roomy and filled with
exotic treasures from different lands. The walls were extravagantly decorated
while the celings, which were very high, had elaborate and big chandeliers
hanging from them. There were many rooms and the bathroom was so spacious.
It was a very different life from the one I used to have.
Even from the life when I served princess Chiharu. Her castle was simple, yet
elegant but this one, though the same castle, was decorated beyond description.
Walking down one of the castle's corridor, my thoughts ran though all these
things when a certain painting caught my attention. It was big and the last
time I remembered, princess Chiharu's picture hung here. Now, it was a picture
....a picture of Prince Syaoran.
Where was he?
During the past few days of my stay, I haven't seen him nor the dark lord,
whom I'm quite glad I didn't see. I was his bride-to-be and yet he didn't
bother doing the things other men used to do. Like offer expensive gifts or
giving boquets of flowers in order to please the one they adore.
But, did he really like me?.....or even love me?
Just as I was getting deeper into my thoughts when I noticed an open balcony.
Deciding to go out to breathe the fresh air, I did as I thought.
The night sky was lovely and filled with stars. The air was crisp and cool.
"beautiful night, isn't it?" someone said from behind me.
The prince!
I was speechless at his unexpected assault. Mustering all the courage in me,
I answered, "y-yes...b-beautiful..."
"you shouldn't be nervous," he said, his amber eyes gazing deep into mine,
"you're my bride to be."
"bride?" I said, and suddenly, I remembered how I was 'chosen' "you call
throwing a knife at me to be the proper way to choose a wife?!? you
should win the love of a lady and let the lady decide if she wants you
or not!" I said, my anger getting the best of me.
He chuckled and looked at me. "we have different ways of doing things...
I'm sooo sorry if it wasn't what you had expected." he said in an
exaggerated tone.
I felt my face burn with anger and I looked defiantly into his eyes.
He smiled. "you look so beautiful when you're angry."
My temper suddenly froze and my vanity got the best of me. I blushed
a little bit then, realizing what he just did, flared up again. "Then
maybe I should stay that way!!" I shouted at him, stopming away from
him.
As I was entering the castle again, I felt his gentle yet vice-like grip
upon my wrist. "you better not roam around the castle so much. If
father sees you, we won't know what will happen next."
I looked at him with the utmost surprise at his warning. Looking deep
into his eyes, I saw genuine concern for my safety. It surprised me,
really. In his eyes, emotions were clearly seen. His beautiful amber
eyes...
"sakura?" he suddenly said.
Instinctively, I looked down and bowed. "I'm sorry, my prince..." I
said, still bowed with my eyes closed.
"please open your eyes." he said.
I did just that but what I saw made me stand erect. He was infront
of me, kneeling!..........a prince kneeling to me!
"you're not a slave now" he said, his hands now holding mine, "you
are my fiance. Though we may not be married as of yet, you are already
a princess. Because of that, you don't have to bow to me or even call
me like that. Call me by my name..." he then stood up and walked
closer to me, his eyes looking deep into mine as if he was digging
though my whole personality. "do you understand?"
"y-yes...my- i mean - Syaoran..." I nervously said.
He let me go and walked towards the hall again, but he stopped. "you
should get used to be being so close to you too..." he finally said,
then left.
The wedding was a very simple one. It was held in the afternoon and there
were no other people in the chamber we were in except for me, Syaoran, Lord
Orochi and the priest. I wore a simple blue gown with long, and big, sleeves.
Syaoran wore a white shirt with loose seeves, loose pants, black boots which
reached up to his knees and a deep blue tunic which was held by a black belt,
where a long sword hung.
After the wedding, we ate and I discovered that the slaves were being
fed really good food today because of the said occation. I then remembered
Touya and the others.
I missed them.
"Sakura, how do you feel now that you're a royalty?" the Lord Orochi
suddenly asked me.
how do I feel?
HOW DO I feel?
"I feel extrodinary!" I lied. In truth, I felt no difference from before.
I WAS still a slave... to the Lord, though now, I can voice my thoughts.
"FOOL!" he suddenly shouted, his hands slapping the table. I shrunk in
my seat because of fear. "DO NOT LIE TO ME!!!"
"FATHER!!" another voice shouted. It was Syaoran. He suddenly pulled me
from my chair and placed me behind him. He faced his father, sword drawn.
I saw fear etched for a moment on the dark lord's face. Fear. It was so
surprising to see that the dark lord himself was afraid of his son. "DO
NOT, EVER, DO THAT AGAIN!" with that, we left the dining room.
Our walked slowed as we walked farther away from the said room. Then we
abruptly stopped. I looked at him and he was breathing heavily.
"are you alright?" I asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
His grip on my right wrist suddenly tightened and it became painful.
He faced me and fear rooted me in place. His eyes were glowing white and
anger showed in his face. Suddenly, his sword was upon my neck.
"S-syaoran! wh-what are y-you doing?!?" I shouted, trying vainly to
remove my hand from his grip.
He just stared at me and chills came running through my spine. "yOu.."
he started to say in the same voice as when he hit me with the dagger.
The sword closed in on my neck, creating a small wound. I felt my blood
trickle down my neck. And suddenly, I felt as if I had just been hit
by lightning. My legs faltered and my vision blurred.
"Sakura!" I heard his voice, his normal voice, shout at me. The pain
on my wrist lessened and I heard the clatter of metal as it hit the
marble floor.
"w...why?" I asked him.
My vision blacked out again.
...
END