Chapter 3. Confusion
"Syaoran, this is kind of freaky." she really regretted not paying attention to Latin and wished she could make out the words being spoken about her better.
"Umm." Syaoran knew what they were saying and it was not very friendly. He wracked his brain trying to asses the situation. He looked at the crowd and saw a couple of Roman soldiers making their way through the crowd.
" Crap. Sakura, I think that right now would be a good time to run.". But it had no effect because she was frozen by fear. ' I really really really wish I weren't so nice and was the type of person that would leave her'. He sighed inwardly and bravely put himself between the soldiers and Sakura.
They advanced on them, and he put up a good fight, but they were roman soldiers and he was a teenage boy yet to finish puberty. No contest. * Poor Syaoran * Eventually they were bound and taken to the ship ports where slaves were being bought. Syaoran and Sakura looked at each other and shared a look that said 'This cannot be good.'
The soldiers approached a very disgusting looking man and talked to him quickly while pointing to the two very scared teenagers. The men argued for a couple of minutes, then the man came and put them in a line that was composed of people from obviously different nationalities.
They both received wooden labels that were placed around their necks. The disgusting man came up to Syaoran and asked him a few questions in Latin. Syaoran silently thanked god that his mother was so strict about his grades. Including Latin. Sakura was nervous and knew she was next.
'Think. Think. Think. Oh yeah!' She subtly pulled out her key and tapped a card with it behind her back out of the range of view. " Language. Go." She whispered silently. She was surrounded by a small glow and she could understand what Syaoran and the man were saying.
" Can you cook or do heavy labor?" he grunted to Syaoran. Syaoran inwardly winced as he caught a whiff of the man's breath. 'Here goes nothing' he thought then responded to the man's question.
" I can do heavy labor. My sister can cook very well though." He said while nodding to Sakura.
'Sister? That could work. I guess.' She was snapped out of her trance by a slap.
"Listen to me when I'm talking to you, you filthy ancilla!" he spat.
Syaoran was about to lunge at him in pure rage but caught the look Sakura had given him. 'Not here, not now.' It seemed like she was saying it out of concern.
"I apologize sir. I was out of place to ignore you." 'Ugh. Did the Romans have breath mints? If they did, this man was in desperate need of one.' "Yes, as my brother said," she shot Syaoran grin, " I can cook very well. If you would like, I could cook anything." 'Hah. Ancilla am I, well I sir could take you down anytime anywhere. Oh yeah. And even though you are a Roman citizen, you're gonna die from led poisoning!'
It was all Sakura could do to suppress the grin that was forming as she saw the laugh that was concealed in Syaoran's eyes. 'Wait, why is he laughing? He couldn't know what I'm thinking. or maybe he can'
She shot him a piercing look at his face fell. 'Ah. So he can tell what I'm thinking. I will have to ask him about that special gift later.'
Syaoran and Sakura were suddenly shoved forward as a man came and examined the two and then spoke to the man and handed him a bag of money. 'Uh oh,' Sakura thought, 'looks like we've been bought. As slaves!' ^*^*^*^* Woo hoo! Another cliff hanger. Oh crap. * cowers from evil glares. * I know I promised a longer chapter, I just have not had ANY time to write and my brain is already thinking of another story to write. Please Please Please review! Flames are welcome!! Just as long as I get reviews. Ja ne. ^*^*^*^*^*^*
Oh and by the way, in Latin, ancilla means slave girl. Just girl, or puella would have been a nicer word to address Sakura with.
"Syaoran, this is kind of freaky." she really regretted not paying attention to Latin and wished she could make out the words being spoken about her better.
"Umm." Syaoran knew what they were saying and it was not very friendly. He wracked his brain trying to asses the situation. He looked at the crowd and saw a couple of Roman soldiers making their way through the crowd.
" Crap. Sakura, I think that right now would be a good time to run.". But it had no effect because she was frozen by fear. ' I really really really wish I weren't so nice and was the type of person that would leave her'. He sighed inwardly and bravely put himself between the soldiers and Sakura.
They advanced on them, and he put up a good fight, but they were roman soldiers and he was a teenage boy yet to finish puberty. No contest. * Poor Syaoran * Eventually they were bound and taken to the ship ports where slaves were being bought. Syaoran and Sakura looked at each other and shared a look that said 'This cannot be good.'
The soldiers approached a very disgusting looking man and talked to him quickly while pointing to the two very scared teenagers. The men argued for a couple of minutes, then the man came and put them in a line that was composed of people from obviously different nationalities.
They both received wooden labels that were placed around their necks. The disgusting man came up to Syaoran and asked him a few questions in Latin. Syaoran silently thanked god that his mother was so strict about his grades. Including Latin. Sakura was nervous and knew she was next.
'Think. Think. Think. Oh yeah!' She subtly pulled out her key and tapped a card with it behind her back out of the range of view. " Language. Go." She whispered silently. She was surrounded by a small glow and she could understand what Syaoran and the man were saying.
" Can you cook or do heavy labor?" he grunted to Syaoran. Syaoran inwardly winced as he caught a whiff of the man's breath. 'Here goes nothing' he thought then responded to the man's question.
" I can do heavy labor. My sister can cook very well though." He said while nodding to Sakura.
'Sister? That could work. I guess.' She was snapped out of her trance by a slap.
"Listen to me when I'm talking to you, you filthy ancilla!" he spat.
Syaoran was about to lunge at him in pure rage but caught the look Sakura had given him. 'Not here, not now.' It seemed like she was saying it out of concern.
"I apologize sir. I was out of place to ignore you." 'Ugh. Did the Romans have breath mints? If they did, this man was in desperate need of one.' "Yes, as my brother said," she shot Syaoran grin, " I can cook very well. If you would like, I could cook anything." 'Hah. Ancilla am I, well I sir could take you down anytime anywhere. Oh yeah. And even though you are a Roman citizen, you're gonna die from led poisoning!'
It was all Sakura could do to suppress the grin that was forming as she saw the laugh that was concealed in Syaoran's eyes. 'Wait, why is he laughing? He couldn't know what I'm thinking. or maybe he can'
She shot him a piercing look at his face fell. 'Ah. So he can tell what I'm thinking. I will have to ask him about that special gift later.'
Syaoran and Sakura were suddenly shoved forward as a man came and examined the two and then spoke to the man and handed him a bag of money. 'Uh oh,' Sakura thought, 'looks like we've been bought. As slaves!' ^*^*^*^* Woo hoo! Another cliff hanger. Oh crap. * cowers from evil glares. * I know I promised a longer chapter, I just have not had ANY time to write and my brain is already thinking of another story to write. Please Please Please review! Flames are welcome!! Just as long as I get reviews. Ja ne. ^*^*^*^*^*^*
Oh and by the way, in Latin, ancilla means slave girl. Just girl, or puella would have been a nicer word to address Sakura with.