It was a particularly loud crashing noise that awoke Touya that morning, and he wasn't too appreciative of it. He stumbled out of his warm bed to the hallway, only to see Sakura slam the bathroom door and storm down the hallway to her own room in tears.

Let Me Blow Ya Mind

Chapter 8- Nightmare

"Sakura?" He asked timidly. He wasn't sure if she was angry or sad. She turned slowly, and stared at him. Her tears poured down her cheeks and her hair was slightly mussed from sleeping and morning sickness.

"Touya." She replied. He took a step towards her.

"What's going on?"

"Usual morning sickness."

"Yah, usual morning sickness. You're crying." It was an accusation.

"OK, so maybe I'm feeling a little down about Syaoran. But what does it matter?" She snapped. She stalked back to her room and slammed the door.

"Ouch…"

***

"Give it up." Said Nakuru, handing him a pill. He swallowed it, and looked at her. "Syaoran's going to come back. She's not in love with you anymore."

"Why do you always have to be right?" He asked bitterly. Nakuru sat down next to him and patted his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, but you saw what a wreck she was. If you love her, you'll let her go."

"I do love her. I guess… this is it. I can't take it anymore. I'm a fool to fall in love with her, and I always was." He said finally. She patted him again.

"Good job, Hiragizawa. Now, if you don't mind, I owe Sakura another letter."

***

The white rose wavered slightly in the wind, but only slightly because a larger red rose was entwined around it in a strangely intimate manner. The wind blew hard, but these two roses had survived through so much; they weren't giving up any time soon. Suddenly, a strong gust flew by like a train, and it almost completely uprooted the two roses.

Sakura shot up, sweating. That was a strange dream… She had been the white rose, and… the red rose smelled like Syaoran… salty like the ocean. She breathed heavily, and went to her mirror. She looked at herself. She was wearing her usual white nightgown. Her hair was sweaty, and went to her shoulders because she hadn't gone to the hairdresser in a long time. Her stomach was pushed outward a bit, but since she wasn't wearing something very tight, it wasn't as conspicuous. There were dark circles under her eyes. Her doctor had said that she had to eat more, and drink more. She was far too skinny for the number of weeks that she was pregnant.

She counted on her fingers the weeks. 1,2,3,4,5,6,Starting 7th week.

She sighed miserably, and went back and flopped down on her bed. It was still dark outside, and the rain splattered against the windows. It only brought down her feelings. She sat up, remembering that it was a Saturday.

"Thank god…" She moaned, and walked out the door to get a snack.

***

"You can't keep me here much longer. They'll find you out." Syaoran gasped through the pain. She shrugged.

"Let me see you get out of those ropes and knots, then I'll believe you." She turned, closed the big door, and once again Syaoran was left in silence and darkness.

A strange dream that he had had was bothering him. It was about two roses, one white, the other red. He was the red rose, which was wrapped around the white one. They both were a bit uprooted, and a harsh wind was blowing. Suddenly, his stem bent over to see a small pink rose begin to bud.

The white rose's petals were soft, like Sakura's hair, voice, skin, and smile.

Did this dream represent something? And what about that pink rose? Did it all mean something, or was he just cracking up from being held in the same place for a month in the same clothes, only being fed when it was absolutely necessary?

And there was the reason he lived anymore. If she wasn't in his life, than maybe he could just accept the fact that he was going to die here. Then again, if it weren't for her, then he wouldn't be here.

He could almost see her now, but she was surrounded by white roses. He shuddered, and closed his eyes. Maybe… he'd have another dream that he'd be bothered by, but it wouldn't be about Sakura.

***

Sakura sat at the kitchen table reading a newspaper, eating some cereal. The light was on in the neighbor's house. A car went by, and slowed to a stop in front of the house. A man with a dark coat stepped out, and helped a young woman out of the car. She was a large woman, and she looked very sweaty. In her arms, she was carrying a small white bundle, and she was smiling at it. Sakura watched as the man with the dark coat, and presumably, his wife, kissed under the street lamp. Hot tears poured down Sakura's cheeks, and she rested her head on the cold tabletop. The tears gathered in a small puddle right under her mouth. She lifted her head up. The couple was gone, and the car door was closed. The street was empty. The phone rang.

Sakura checked the caller id.

Hiragizawa Eriol

She glanced at the clock. Six o'clock.

"Hello, Kinomoto residence."

"Hey it's Nakuru." Came a dull tired voice.

"Hey Nakuru."

"Eriol found out something else about Syaoran's whereabouts."

"Where is he?! Tell me!" Sakura demanded, all signs of fatigue gone.

"We still don't know where he is, and, as said before, we know he's not in this country."

"Well? What's the new info?"

"We have found out that the reason he's gone isn't because of some old gang predicament."

"…What are you getting at?"

"Syaoran is being held hostage."

"…"

"I'm sorry Sakura chan."

"Do you guys know what continent even?"

"Well, we know he's in Asia. The two places he could be are China, and Hong Kong."

"Aren't China and Hong Kong practically the same?"

"… You aren't a straight A student, are you? Hong Kong is an island."

"Oh! Right! But Eriol said that Hong Kong is his homeland."

"Exactly. That's why. Apparently he's got a few family members in China, too."

"Has Eriol talked to all of them?"

"Well, he's only ever talked to one of them, and it wasn't about Syaoran. In fact, you know her too."

"Who?"

"Meiling Li."

Sakura gasped.

"But, are you saying that Meiling could be the one?"

"Of course not, you ditz! She's dead, Kaho murdered her!"

"Oh yeah! So then, maybe Kaho somehow took him there?"

"It could be anyone, Sakura. Syaoran used to do drugs, so maybe it was some drug dealer that he didn't pay back. Whoever it is, is probably female."

"Why?"

"A girl could've easily threatened Syaoran into pretending that she was his fiancé." Nakuru replied. Sakura dropped down on the couch.

"But how would she threaten him?"

"Threatening to harm you or a member of his family."

"…He'd just beat them up then, right?"

"Even Syaoran doesn't beat up girls."

"Wouldn't he do it for his family?"

"Maybe not for them, but definitely for you. I shudder to think what torture he'd go through if anyone found out you were pregnant."

"But Eriol, Tomoyo, Naoko, Touya, Fujitaka, Rika, Terada, Chiharu, Takashi… they all know!"

"… This could be messy."

"I hope it doesn't get out. I couldn't bear the thought of Syaoran having any more pain because of my stupidity."

"You might as well get used to the idea; Naoko's the gossip queen." Nakuru stared at Eriol's sleeping figure.

"Are you saying that Naoko would turn against me?"

"She might, how well do you know these people?"

Sakura hung up. She couldn't take it anymore! A minute and a half later, the phone rang. Sakura sighed and picked it up.

"Sakura." Came Eriol's voice, clear as a bell, his beautiful English accent flowing through the words like a song.

"What happened to Nakuru? I'm awful sorry, I-"

"Bad case of temper tantrum-itis." Eriol cut her off. Sakura laughed.

"I really am sorry. Is there any way I can make it up to her?"

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be fine." He laughed, and Sakura could picture him leaning against his tattered couch, in his perfect clothes, a hand behind his head. "Anyway, I was just thinking, it might be smart to keep on your toes. You never know when Syaoran's captor could try to hurt you."

"Good point."

"Do you want to come over today? I'll pick you up if you want. I thought you might like some company other than your father and brother."

"I'd love to." She replied. Great, she was going to be able to get around!

"Wonderful. How about… two o'clock?"

"I'm free any time you are."

"Excellent."

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Another short chapter… sadly. At least I updated! Woo hoo! AWOOGA!