Well, here comes the second chapter!
I think I'm going to update this story once every few days since the chapters are longer than my usual ones. After all, I dun wanna get typer's elbow! ^-^
Sorry for taking so long to update the second chappie, but I was working on my other ficcie that a lot more people read.
Disclaimer: Let's so this a more creative way.
You: Do you- Me: NO You: Then do you- Me: NO
There. In a creative way, I showed that I don't own CCS or Da Han Tian Zi.
Okay, I guess that's all!
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Tokyo was home to many servants, mainly because it housed the Emperor, who alone needed thousands of attendants. Among this throng of waiting women and message carriers, cooks and servers, there lived a young servant girl. This servant was very beautiful and obedient.
She had endured years of loneliness and cruelty, having been sold by a slave trader to the palace. She was accepted and trained as a maidservant mainly because of her beauty and quietness.
Having been trained several, long years to become a loyal servant, she felt like sometimes her real self was stolen away from her, replaced by the formalities and duties of a servant.
All the other servants loved her well because no matter what she was always cheerful, probably why she survived the long years of torment.
This poor, forsaken girl was named Kinomoto Sakura.
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"All slaves forward!"
Sakura stepped forward as she was told, holding her head down modestly as she was told, and keeping silent as she was told. This was her everyday way of life, doing what others told her to, nothing else. She didn't have any decisions to make, didn't have any choices to ponder. She might as well have been a robot, who followed everyone's command.
However, she did have a personality that made her the most popular of all the slaves in the caravan; she was optimistic and caring, and when she didn't have any orders to obey, she took her time telling stories to the littlest ones, only a few years younger than herself, or caring for the elderly, some practically too old to work.
Today, the caravan was stopping in Tokyo, the capital of Japan. If it weren't for the reason why they were actually here, the slaves would've felt like any normal family (for that was what they were like), traveling to the glorious capital on vacation.
At the market, the slave traders bade a few slaves go onto the temporary platform they brought with them for showing off slaves. They had hand- picked several pretty ones especially because they were in Tokyo's rich district, and many noblemen would assuredly like to buy some beautiful female slaves for their personal enjoyment.
Sakura thought this was disgusting; it was bad enough the slave traders didn't treat them like people, but instead like machines. How could anyone live through so many years of slave training and then be sold off to please the sick desires of some old men? She forced the bile back down her throat; if she had vomited, the slave traders would leave her no food or drink and lock her up in the dark room for days.
She was barely aware of the people being bought, nervously waiting for her turn. I really hope I get lucky and get sold to a nice person who wants me as a nurse for their child or something...instead of... Sakura's thoughts trailed off, not even wanting to think of her possible destiny as a sex slave.
Sakura waved a small goodbye, trying hard not to attract the attention of the traders, to some of her friends, sold off to the rich aristocrats, no better than pigs. She couldn't bear slave markets, seeing so many of her friends headed off to a, most likely, drear and isolated world where they would be servants forever.
Soon, it was her the slave traders led up to the front, her arms being gripped by a rough man, preventing her from running. As if she had enough energy to, she thought bitterly. She kept her eyes down, not wanting to see the people bidding for her as they would an animal.
Blocking out all sound, she only heard a high, sweet voice calling out a bid. Her spirits lifted a little. Perhaps this female would win the bid! Then she wouldn't be used for bedding...She waited anxiously to hear who she had been sold to.
"Sold!" Hearing the slave trader yell out the dreaded word, she glanced up for a second, just as the guard pushed her to an elegant noblewoman, who sat in a beautiful palanquin with dragons engraved on the side. Sakura was so relieved she was not sold to a sick old man.
Sakura, trying to keep up with the palanquin, looked one last time at the caravan where all of her friends sat, and couldn't help shedding a few tears, though her new mistress may get mad at her. This was the end of her life as she knew it, and she would be in a totally new world by tomorrow.
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Tokyo was the glorious capital of the glorious kingdom of Japan, the Emperor's City, where the current Emperor was housed. The new Emperor, having just ascended the throne, was still new at governing a kingdom.
As his father died when he was very young, he had dozens of attendants, teachers, and nurses. He was given anything he desired, and whenever he refused to do something, his royal mother would bribe him into it by promising him new gifts.
It was no wonder he was such a spoiled child; being the Prince of Japan as well as the heir to the throne, people all over the island paid him tribute. On his birthday, he would be given the best silks and most priceless artifacts to play with. When he was brought out of the city, which was rarely, every peasant stood on the streets to watch him go by, and to throw candy and treats at him.
At the same time, when he was being spoiled so badly, he was trained just as hard. If he didn't train, his teachers threatened, he would not ascend the throne. Being a young child then, the Emperor still slacked off, until his advisors promised him lots of goodies if he obeyed and trained as hard as he could.
Eventually, the Emperor became very proud of his technique, and thought he was the best martial artist around. Anyone who dared say he was better than the Emperor at fighting was immediately taken into the dungeons.
Yes, the Emperor of Japan was a selfish, spoiled, arrogant man, named Li Syaoran.
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"It is our coronation today," Syaoran intoned, using the plural form to signify his position as emperor, though he was only a prince currently. A smirk broke over his face. What power he had now!
His father had died when Syaoran was very young, so his uncle had ruled for Syaoran in his stead, until today. Today, Syaoran would take the power that was rightfully his. Thoughts of his new superiority danced around his head as a servant placed his royal robes on, the color of spun gold, silky soft.
Another servant placed the royal headdress on his head, the traditional cap with elongated front and back, and beads hanging down. After shaking his head to make sure it was on tightly, Syaoran gave a satisfied nod.
Today was his special day, and it was going to be perfect. Syaoran smiled, and practiced looking kingly and proud, as his father once did.
Though he would never admit it to anyone, Syaoran wished his father hadn't died so young; he would've preferred his father teach him the ways of the court as opposed to his advisors.
A servant bowed low in front of him, requesting permission to bring in the dragon slippers.
"May the royal prince live for a thousand years!"
Syaoran twirled around, furious. "What did you call us?" His face was red with anger, and the servant, once so calm and collected, gasped and started shaking.
"May your Majesty please forgive this worthless one's crude mouth! May your Majesty live a hundred thousand years!" The terrified servant bowed three times to Syaoran, still trembling.
"Take him away," Syaoran thundered, inwardly delighted at his power. Several guards came in and dragged away the poor servant, and Syaoran resumed to being fitted for his new imperial clothes.
After being fitted perfectly, Syaoran smiled, pleased, and took a deep breath, forgetting all about the poor servant. When he was ready, he stepped into the royal coach outside, as thoughts of his power drifted inside his head.
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I know, I know, Syaoran's story was boring and pointless, but I couldn't think of anything so I tried to emphasize his selfishness and pride.
I dunno what else to write, so toodles for now, and please review. I'll continue with...er...five reviews!
Pink_hime_sakura
I think I'm going to update this story once every few days since the chapters are longer than my usual ones. After all, I dun wanna get typer's elbow! ^-^
Sorry for taking so long to update the second chappie, but I was working on my other ficcie that a lot more people read.
Disclaimer: Let's so this a more creative way.
You: Do you- Me: NO You: Then do you- Me: NO
There. In a creative way, I showed that I don't own CCS or Da Han Tian Zi.
Okay, I guess that's all!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tokyo was home to many servants, mainly because it housed the Emperor, who alone needed thousands of attendants. Among this throng of waiting women and message carriers, cooks and servers, there lived a young servant girl. This servant was very beautiful and obedient.
She had endured years of loneliness and cruelty, having been sold by a slave trader to the palace. She was accepted and trained as a maidservant mainly because of her beauty and quietness.
Having been trained several, long years to become a loyal servant, she felt like sometimes her real self was stolen away from her, replaced by the formalities and duties of a servant.
All the other servants loved her well because no matter what she was always cheerful, probably why she survived the long years of torment.
This poor, forsaken girl was named Kinomoto Sakura.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"All slaves forward!"
Sakura stepped forward as she was told, holding her head down modestly as she was told, and keeping silent as she was told. This was her everyday way of life, doing what others told her to, nothing else. She didn't have any decisions to make, didn't have any choices to ponder. She might as well have been a robot, who followed everyone's command.
However, she did have a personality that made her the most popular of all the slaves in the caravan; she was optimistic and caring, and when she didn't have any orders to obey, she took her time telling stories to the littlest ones, only a few years younger than herself, or caring for the elderly, some practically too old to work.
Today, the caravan was stopping in Tokyo, the capital of Japan. If it weren't for the reason why they were actually here, the slaves would've felt like any normal family (for that was what they were like), traveling to the glorious capital on vacation.
At the market, the slave traders bade a few slaves go onto the temporary platform they brought with them for showing off slaves. They had hand- picked several pretty ones especially because they were in Tokyo's rich district, and many noblemen would assuredly like to buy some beautiful female slaves for their personal enjoyment.
Sakura thought this was disgusting; it was bad enough the slave traders didn't treat them like people, but instead like machines. How could anyone live through so many years of slave training and then be sold off to please the sick desires of some old men? She forced the bile back down her throat; if she had vomited, the slave traders would leave her no food or drink and lock her up in the dark room for days.
She was barely aware of the people being bought, nervously waiting for her turn. I really hope I get lucky and get sold to a nice person who wants me as a nurse for their child or something...instead of... Sakura's thoughts trailed off, not even wanting to think of her possible destiny as a sex slave.
Sakura waved a small goodbye, trying hard not to attract the attention of the traders, to some of her friends, sold off to the rich aristocrats, no better than pigs. She couldn't bear slave markets, seeing so many of her friends headed off to a, most likely, drear and isolated world where they would be servants forever.
Soon, it was her the slave traders led up to the front, her arms being gripped by a rough man, preventing her from running. As if she had enough energy to, she thought bitterly. She kept her eyes down, not wanting to see the people bidding for her as they would an animal.
Blocking out all sound, she only heard a high, sweet voice calling out a bid. Her spirits lifted a little. Perhaps this female would win the bid! Then she wouldn't be used for bedding...She waited anxiously to hear who she had been sold to.
"Sold!" Hearing the slave trader yell out the dreaded word, she glanced up for a second, just as the guard pushed her to an elegant noblewoman, who sat in a beautiful palanquin with dragons engraved on the side. Sakura was so relieved she was not sold to a sick old man.
Sakura, trying to keep up with the palanquin, looked one last time at the caravan where all of her friends sat, and couldn't help shedding a few tears, though her new mistress may get mad at her. This was the end of her life as she knew it, and she would be in a totally new world by tomorrow.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tokyo was the glorious capital of the glorious kingdom of Japan, the Emperor's City, where the current Emperor was housed. The new Emperor, having just ascended the throne, was still new at governing a kingdom.
As his father died when he was very young, he had dozens of attendants, teachers, and nurses. He was given anything he desired, and whenever he refused to do something, his royal mother would bribe him into it by promising him new gifts.
It was no wonder he was such a spoiled child; being the Prince of Japan as well as the heir to the throne, people all over the island paid him tribute. On his birthday, he would be given the best silks and most priceless artifacts to play with. When he was brought out of the city, which was rarely, every peasant stood on the streets to watch him go by, and to throw candy and treats at him.
At the same time, when he was being spoiled so badly, he was trained just as hard. If he didn't train, his teachers threatened, he would not ascend the throne. Being a young child then, the Emperor still slacked off, until his advisors promised him lots of goodies if he obeyed and trained as hard as he could.
Eventually, the Emperor became very proud of his technique, and thought he was the best martial artist around. Anyone who dared say he was better than the Emperor at fighting was immediately taken into the dungeons.
Yes, the Emperor of Japan was a selfish, spoiled, arrogant man, named Li Syaoran.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"It is our coronation today," Syaoran intoned, using the plural form to signify his position as emperor, though he was only a prince currently. A smirk broke over his face. What power he had now!
His father had died when Syaoran was very young, so his uncle had ruled for Syaoran in his stead, until today. Today, Syaoran would take the power that was rightfully his. Thoughts of his new superiority danced around his head as a servant placed his royal robes on, the color of spun gold, silky soft.
Another servant placed the royal headdress on his head, the traditional cap with elongated front and back, and beads hanging down. After shaking his head to make sure it was on tightly, Syaoran gave a satisfied nod.
Today was his special day, and it was going to be perfect. Syaoran smiled, and practiced looking kingly and proud, as his father once did.
Though he would never admit it to anyone, Syaoran wished his father hadn't died so young; he would've preferred his father teach him the ways of the court as opposed to his advisors.
A servant bowed low in front of him, requesting permission to bring in the dragon slippers.
"May the royal prince live for a thousand years!"
Syaoran twirled around, furious. "What did you call us?" His face was red with anger, and the servant, once so calm and collected, gasped and started shaking.
"May your Majesty please forgive this worthless one's crude mouth! May your Majesty live a hundred thousand years!" The terrified servant bowed three times to Syaoran, still trembling.
"Take him away," Syaoran thundered, inwardly delighted at his power. Several guards came in and dragged away the poor servant, and Syaoran resumed to being fitted for his new imperial clothes.
After being fitted perfectly, Syaoran smiled, pleased, and took a deep breath, forgetting all about the poor servant. When he was ready, he stepped into the royal coach outside, as thoughts of his power drifted inside his head.
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I know, I know, Syaoran's story was boring and pointless, but I couldn't think of anything so I tried to emphasize his selfishness and pride.
I dunno what else to write, so toodles for now, and please review. I'll continue with...er...five reviews!
Pink_hime_sakura
