Chapter 9: Wolf Lures the Blossom
Sakura Narration
What could be taking him so long? (Sakura looks around at all the ready soldiers) Syaoran said he would be here, where is he now? Did something happen to him? He's a very strong person; I can't imagine him getting into a situation that he couldn't handle. Father believes that something is fishy about this. Is he right? No he can't be, Syaoran is all right, don't keep on thinking he's hurt.
"Hey Sakura! Where is the brat?" I wish Touya would stop calling him that. "He should be here. Knowing him, he's never late." I sure hope he's late though, hope nothing happened to him. Maybe I worry too much. Wait, Syaoran is here. (Sakura sees Syaoran's head on the top of the mountain) "Wait Syaoran!" (Sakura runs up the mountain) "Wait Sakura! There is something fishy about him today." What could father be talking about?
"Syaoran is not moving much, and if anything, he's moving backwards." Father is right what is wrong with Syaoran today? "All of us, let's follow him slowly, so we can see what's on the other side."
End Sakura Narration
Sakura was the first, she ran up the mountain trying to reach Syaoran before he could go any further. The rebels closely hugged Sakura behind and slowly advanced with her. "Syaoran, please be alright," Sakura begged, "You never looked like that before, you looked so tired." Sakura after seeing Syaoran perched on the top saw his face, and she couldn't get it out of her head that something was wrong. She remembered Syaoran's hair was all dirty and fussed around with, his face also looked a little bruised, and it did look like he had his eyes half open, what could've been wrong. Sakura quickly started to run with panic to the top to see the other side. Just then she reached the top and she finally saw Syaoran.
Sakura shot open her eyes when her eyes rested on Syaoran in the middle of an entire monstrous army. He was tied to a pole on a horse, his armor was tattered and stuck to some parts of his upper body, but most of his clothes has been ripped off revealing his beaten in chest and scratched arms. With half open eyes, he picked his head up and saw a beautiful cute girl in front of him. "Sakura," he muttered, "Run away!"
Sakura saw the horror that couldn't be true. "Syaoran," Sakura choked in disbelief, "What have they done to you?" Syaoran hung his head down again, tired and beaten. "Listen Japanese rebels, I know he is one of you, if you wish for him to live, then surrender." The rebels stood at the top of the hill looking helplessly at Syaoran. Sakura dropped on her knees and begged her brother to give up, the most difficult thing she had ever had to do. Touya looked around him, he saw 13,000 men ready, he saw a bloody beaten Syaoran, and he saw a crying sister. He was unsure, fight for peace, or fight to death?
"Sakura," Touya whispered, "I'll get the soldiers, you get Syaoran." Touya jumped into the middle of the army and led his people in, yelling "AWOOOOO!" Sakura worriedly looked at her brother bravely fight, but she knew what had to be done. "Syaoran I'm coming!" There were only 5 guards protecting Syaoran, but Sakura bravely not fearing them, pulled out her Chinese papers. "Wind, blow them away!" Magically, a whirlwind coming from the paper scattered the 5 guards to 5 different locations and made them fall hard on the ground, knocking them out. "Syaoran!" Sakura called, Syaoran picked his head up and looked at Sakura. "No…" he whispered weakly, "It's a trap Sakura!" Sakura only heard slight mumbles, but she was going to rescue Syaoran first and hear what he had to say later.
"Water, shoot an-" Suddenly, Sakura was clubbed in the back of the head by a large fist. Sakura was still conscious, just dazed. "Who did that?" she weakly asked, then suddenly, two strong arms picked her up. One arm choked her neck, Sakura grabbed the arm around her neck and tried to break the hold, but he was too strong. "So you must be Sakura," Wuji whispered in her ear, "Don't worry I'll be gentle." Wuji took his free hand and ripped off the rag which covered Sakura's undergarment. "What are you doing?" Syaoran weakly shouted, "Stop it now! Don't touch her!" Syaoran tried to yell for dear life, but he was out of breath, out of energy, he couldn't yell.
"Enjoy, relax, you're boyfriend is watching me do this to you." Suddenly, Wuji put his hand inside Sakura's undergarment, Sakura screamed before he touched anything. AT the last second, right before he started to touch her, he was whacked in the face with the staff, making his let go of Sakura and got his hand out of her underwear. Sakura, not caring about her self, ran to Syaoran and put her hand on his chest. "Are you alright!" Sakura said crying.
"Who hit me?" Wuji demanded to know. Wuji looked around, he saw nobody, all he saw was his own soldiers attacking one thing, but that thing happened to knock them back with his staff. Then, the man with the staff cleared all the soldiers obscuring Wuji's view at looking who hit him. Then Wuji saw him, it was him, the one who would one day promised to kill him. He had not changed one bit, all that changed was the sewing threads on his eyes. "I said one day, I would kill you didn't I Wuji?" Fujitaka stood before Wuji, face to face, "And since you nearly tried to rape my daughter, I will kill you for that!" Wuji pulled out his axe, "If you believe you can kill me, then please, proceed and die for your cause you have started."
Fujitaka breathed in for a sharp deep breath. "HAAAAAA!!!" he screamed with his staff out ready to hit Wuji with it. Wuji put his foot on top of the staff, pinning it to the ground, and used his axe to try to slash Fujitaka in the arm. Fujitaka quickly bent the staff and let go, then he sidestepped the axe slash and the recoil of the staff being bent wound up hitting Wuji in the stomach. Wuji stumbled off the staff and clutched his stomach. He felt his mouth, full of blood. "Did he make me bleed?" Fujitaka picked up the staff and twirled it around, then finally stopped at a pointing staff position, having the staff pointing at Wuji and carefully held behind his back with his elbow joints. "You're on!" Wuji rushed into Fujitaka, axe over his head.
"Syaoran!" Sakura said as Syaoran began to snap out of it, "Don't scare me like that!" Sakura hugged the injured Syaoran. "Let me untie you!" Sakura was working on slowly undoing the ropes, but suddenly, a soldier flew right into the horse. Frightening it and running off with Syaoran. "Syaoran!" Sakura cried trying to follow the horse. "Sakura!" Syaoran cried back.
Fujitaka whacked Wuji to his side with his staff as he had his axe overhead; Wuji clutched the injured area with the hand with the axe. Since his head was unprotected, Fujitaka hit the top of his head with the staff end. Wuji was knocked senseless on the ground, defenseless. "Now you die!" Fujitaka lifted the staff up and pushed with all his force down on the staff, right about to snap Wuji's body in two. Wuji closed his eyes and prayed to god that nothing would happen to him.
"Ugh!" Fujitaka gasped. "Otou-san!" Sakura yelled seeing her father. Min opened his eyes, and he saw five of his soldiers, sticking up their spears into his armpits, neck, and back at the same time while he had his staff up. "Everything's under control general, we killed the leader." All five men took their spears out of Fujitaka. Touya saw this, and in a rage, he rushed in and took out all five soldiers. "Retreat!" Wuji yelled, "We've killed their leader, they are useless." Wuji got right back on his horse. Touya could do nothing but look at Sakura sprawled over Fujitaka's body weeping. Touya saw the army and the general leaving; he could do nothing but feel guilty that he let this happen. In glory, the general laughed at Fujitaka and rode off mocking the Rebel Wolves. "AWWWOOOOOO!!!!" they yelled across the mountain, "We have killed Fujitaka, AWOOOOOO!!!!"
Sakura and Touya both kneeled down to their dead father. "Otou-san!" they both sadly wept. Touya grabbed Sakura's hand and squeezed it tightly. "Father!" Touya choked back, "Father, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Touya got on all fours and cried his tears out. "Father!" he screamed. The rest of the Rebel Wolves gathered around their leader, only 5 rebel wolves were left, the rest bravely died before facing the wrath of 13,000 men.
"What is our purpose now father? What is our purpose?" Touya cried, "It's all a lost cause, the Rebel Wolves cannot fight without you!" Sakura took out a piece of white cloth out of her robe and placed it over her father's face. The white cloth quickly saturated the blood. "Otou-san," she whispered holding her hand over her mouth, trying to cover her cries, "I'm sorry!"
The villagers sadly sulked out with a stretcher, the slowly put Fujitaka on it. "No don't take him!" Touya cried out. Touya hugged his dead father one more time as the Rebel Wolves, Sakura, Touya, and the villagers together carried his stretcher all the way out to be buried.
The Dungeon:
Drip…
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"Wake up Syaoran!" a voice called out.
Drip……
"Wake up!" the voice called again, hitting his target in the face. "Syaoran now's not the time to go to sleep." Syaoran slowly opened his eyes. Darkness became even more darkness as he saw who was calling him. "Hmmm…" Wuji playfully looked at him cock-eyed. "What's the matter?" Syaoran weakly looked at his arms, he was shackled to the wall, being restrained, he looked at his feet, they too were shackled. His bare body, once very muscular, now was a sack of bones from malnutrition.
"What do you want!?" Syaoran asked with a weak voice, "I'm good as dead now, why don't you just kill me?" Wuji punched him in the chest, hurt like crazy get hit there. "You're right; you are as good as dead." Wuji agreed, "You made a crappy bait, we killed the leader of the rebels, you didn't even get to see me rape your little Japanese whore. For this, you should die a fast death." Syaoran closed his eyes, waiting for him to kill him in a fast easy way. "But I'd rather satisfy our beloved emperor, we may be able to use you for one more act of entertainment." Syaoran saw his sickly smile as he walked out the dungeon.
"It doesn't matter anymore," Syaoran mumbled, "What they do to me, it doesn't matter, as long as Sakura's safe, it's all that matters." Two guards from the dungeon unlocked Syaoran's cell and unlocked the chains and shackles. "Come traitor, the emperor is carrying out your death sentence." Syaoran felt relieved, "Finally, took him long enough." He said as they dragged him out the dungeon.
Syaoran was being carried to somewhere, he did not know or feel the ground, because his head was covered, but his gut instinct made him believe that perhaps, he was getting the guillotine, which he would've wanted now. All of the sudden, Syaoran heard a barrage of cheering and whistling, he thought maybe a crowd was brought to watch his execution. "Here you go!" Syaoran felt the sanded ring beneath his feet; he heard the cheers of crowds and roars of a man. Finally, they removed his mask and he saw what was happening, around him, in spectators' seats, Syaoran saw he was in the middle of the ring, facing a huge, built, man with a ponytail. The man roared with ferocity.
Syaoran trying to meditate in order to keep his composure felt the man's breath on his neck when the man faced him and laughed. "Emperor," the man said, "I am not going to give you much excitement from this little runt." The emperor, sitting in a large chair, got up and pointed his finger at Syaoran, "I don't care Huang," emperor snickered, "Just beat the shit outta him, make him suffer, then crack his bones one by one and use those bones to pick your teeth which will be stained with his flesh." Huang, the huge Manchurian man nodded.
"You little piece of dung, I will eat you alive." Huang roared ferociously. "Then bring it!" Syaoran yelled. Huang ran forward with anger and hunger in his eyes, his arms were out, ready to catch Syaoran and rip him apart, until Syaoran jumped over his two arms and stepped on his head, kicking him in the back of the head too. Huang was pissed, "Stop that you coward!" Huang rushed towards him again with arms out. Syaoran simply tripped him when he came by. Now Huang was pissed, Syaoran kept his cool however, and did not get too cocky or too reckless; he kicked him in the face while he was down, picked up the huge man by his arm, and simply tossed him in the center of the ring. Syaoran, though malnourished and tired, fought on to the very end. "I'll teach you, nobody throws me like a pancake."
A sweet girl with purple hair walked by the gathering crowd looking at the fight, carrying a basket and turning her attention to the large commotion. "What's going on?" she wondered as she tried to peek through the crowd, suddenly, she saw a small struggling man on his knees, "That's Syaoran!" she exclaimed, "What's he doing here? I better get Clow Reed!" Tomoyo ran of struggling getting past the crowd.
Syaoran was on one knee struggling to stand up, "Too tired," he said, "But must fight on!" Huang rushed in yet again with his arms out and rage in his eyes. Syaoran once again jumped, and tried to step on him in the face, but that's what Huang wanted him to do. When Syaoran tried that, Huang grabbed his foot, and twirled him around and snapped him to the ground. The huge impact made dust fly in the air. Syaoran was now too tired to fight, he wanted to get up, but he couldn't, he was too weak. "I got him emperor, I got him!" Huang said excitedly. Huang as one last finishing blow, picked up Syaoran over his head, and dropped his back on Huang's knee, giving him a back breaker.
Huang threw Syaoran off of his knee and raised his arms in the air. "I am victor!" he cried out, "I am victor!" Everyone cheered for Huang, giving his glorious praise, "No!" the emperor shouted, "This is not over yet!" The emperor pointed at Li Syaoran again and gave a smirk. "Make him suffer, make him embarrassed, show that he's a traitor." Huang approached Syaoran's already beaten up body and made him stand up. "You stupid traitor!" Huang gave Syaoran a kick to his face. Huang proceeded to get on top of Syaoran's back and strangle him. "Say you're a traitor!" Huang roared, "Tell all these people you are a traitor."
Syaoran, in a total sick display, was being tortured to say things he didn't want to. "I'm a traitor…" Syaoran said as loud as he could. Syaoran with a broken heart, broken spirit, and broken pride, could no longer care what was going to happen to him now. "You piece of trash!" Huang got off his back and picked him up again, making him stand on his feet again, then he clothes lined him right across the collar, making Syaoran flip over once. Syaoran was now laid flat out, helpless, defenseless, and powerless. Huang with a sick beastly look on his face touched Syaoran's chest, where all the blood was, and wiped it all over his face. Then, he tasted Syaoran's blood, with complete satisfaction. "Eat him, eat him, eat him!" the crowd shouted. Huang looked around seeing his adoring fans support him all the way. Huang opened his mouth, with his two dominant canines showing, and was just about to sink his teeth into Syaoran's gut.
"MOVE!" a noble voice called, then, the crowd all moved in unison, making a perfect walkway path for a man dressed in a dark black robe and spectacles on him. "Don't touch him Huang!" Clow commanded, "If you sink his teeth into him and eat him like the cannibalistic beast you are, I will surely punish you." Huang backed away from Syaoran's body slowly. "Tomoyo go!" Clow Reed jerked his head as Tomoyo came out from behind him with a cloth. She ran towards Syaoran's body and kneeled down and carried him for support. "Are you still alive Syaoran?" Syaoran nodded.
"How dare you defy me?" the emperor yelled, "You are nothing Clow, how dare you go against your emperor?" Clow looked at the emperor and gave him a mean look. "Because," Clow said, "We need the rebels, they are the ones who will fight against your tyranny, and your anti foreignism." Clow grabbed a dagger from his back. "He's gonna kill you emperor!" Wuji gave away. Wuji quickly grabbed his axe and threw it on the back of Clow Reed. Clow collapsed on the floor. "Clow!" Tomoyo cried supported Syaoran, "This can't be!" Clow held his arm up in the air, "Tomoyo, take those cards to Sakura, now!" Tomoyo nodded and got on Clow Reed's horse and rode away as fast as she could. "Darnit Wuji," emperor shouted, "She's getting away!" Wuji smiled, "It doesn't matter! Let her, the rebels are as good as done now!"
Sakura Narration
Oh father, though I may not have known you too long, you are still my father. (Sakura kneeled down on her father's grave) Forgive me for letting you die before him, forgive me! (Sakura starts to cry) I only thought Syaoran was there, that's all I thought, now I lost all of you father, papa, Syaoran…
End Sakura Narration
Sakura began to cry at her father's gravesite until she herd light galloping hoof steps. "A horse," she thought, "That can't be Syaoran's horse." "Sakura!" Tomoyo yelled, "Sakura!!!" Sakura turned around with happiness, "Tomoyo!" Sakura ran to Tomoyo, she saw something hauled on her back. "Tomoyo, I'm so glad you're-" All of the sudden, Syaoran fell off the horse. "SYAORAN!" she shouted, running towards Syaoran's bloody body. "Syaoran is he, is he…?" "No!" Tomoyo shook her head, "He's still alive, but just barely." Sakura called over her brother, "Brat!!!" Touya looked surprised, "Take him to the clinic tent quickly, he needs medical attention now." Sakura cried on Tomoyo's shoulders, wondering if Syaoran still had a chance to live.
Character Bio
Wuji
Birthday: June 6
Age: 40
Zodiac: Rat
Occupation: Commander
Favorite Hobby: Womanizing
Least favorite Hobby: Praying
Favorite Foods: sweet and sour chicken, duck
Least favorite Food: foreign foods
Favorite Colors: black, green
Favorite flowers: none
Something he can cook: duck and rabbit
Special Talent: a tyrannical attitude that makes those love him
Wish List: To become emperor
Profile: The one person who is hated by everyone, Wuji, once the commander of the imperial army. Commanding and shouting orders at the army, but never in control of it. From early childhood, his father womanized numerous women and stole their wealth, which got him where he was today. Those who oppose his ways of commanding are those who are pure of heart, and those who agree with him, are those who are corrupt with him. The commander may appear nice on the outside, but he has a black heart on the inside.