Summary: Sakura was a poor peasant, living the poor life, it was okay and she did have fun. But that changed when the prince of the Li kingdom changed her life forever, cuz his father wanted everything to be perfect. Causing pain. Yet chaos to happen.
Disclaimer: Duh, this is Fan fiction!
Author and ©: silent moments
Chapter Five
Started: January 12, 2004.
Ended: July 13, 2004
The king of the Li kingdom watched from afar, the young princes and princesses gathering towards in groups. Chatting endlessly, dancing with partners. As he watched, he noticed that something was missing. However the something was more than one and were not a thing they, who were two people.
His son and his favorite niece was nowhere in sight. Lian's face hardened, they were to find their future partners. Although he wanted Princess Meilin to be the next queen, Syaoran and she refused.
Looking for his son and niece once more, he had failed to find them, he grunted out in anger.
"Darling, what is the matter?" A sweet melodic voice asked behind him. A woman with long black smooth hair, dressed in a formal gown walking towards him. Turning towards her, he scrunched his eyebrows and a frown on his old but handsome face. "Your son and my niece are not here. Where are they?" He asked the queen of the Li Kingdom.
"I don't know where they are, maybe ask if the guests or the servants who may have seen them. They must be here somewhere."
The king softened towards his wife. Walking towards Yelan he caressed her face with his hands. He kissed her softly on her lips. Knowing how much he loved her, the beautiful woman who will always be his golden treasure.
"What was that for?" She asked. Blushing heavily, he didn't kiss her like that for a long time.
As he kissed her he remembered how they had hated each other when they were in an arranged marriage. How everything started, he laughed out loud, making the queen stare at him.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Do you remember how we first met?" he asked, as he looked up the sky.
Yelan turned towards where he was looking. Watching as the stars twinkled in the night. "Yes. I was sixteen. You were nineteen." She answered, softly.
"You told me I had thick eyebrows and was stupid." He laughed at the memory, and looked towards her. Placing his hands into hers.
She blushed for guilt for saying that. But when seeing her husband laugh she placed her head on his shoulders. "Then you told me how I was a wench and was marrying you to have your kingdom."
The king grabbed her small waist and placed pressure between them. "I remember. Sorry bout that dear. I was just angry. On our wedding day, I was about to run away with Margaret."
She frowned at the name. "Oh, her. Margaret." She said with venom in her voice. She now hated her so, when she fell in love with him. He was in love with her when they were in an arranged marriage. Even though it has been a long time, she still hated her.
"We still had hated each other after the wedding. But when I became ill, you stayed by me. Not leaving one moment, even though the doctor told me I was going to die and that you could catch it."
She smiled at him for remembering. "But I didn't." They were destined to be together. They were both happy the marriage took place. That they did not back down.
"That is right. After a couple of days, I fell in love with you. I told you that I wanted you to leave. But you did not listen. I ordered the servants to make you leave, but somehow you always found a way."
"And I you. I can not believe I would have sacrificed my life just to be with you!"
"Yes. Hilarious how love works, especially fate." After a moment of silence he kissed her on the forehead. Lian really wanted to find his son's wife, already. "Do you think Xiao Lang and Meilin would have the same relationship as us?"
Yelan did not answer him or looked at him. She knew the answer to that.
"It had happen to us, so it will happen to them." She stated with confidence. Smiling, she tried to hide the fact that she was lying to him. She wanted to make him happy.
The peasant girl didn't know what to do...
The Romanesque castle gave a feeling, of fear. Something she didn't like. At times like these, all she wanted to do was die.
But death scared her too.
As she walked through the empty stone halls, she couldn't help but fear if she was going to die. Was her life going to end like this? Wondering through this castle every day of her life, without food, water, and warmth?
Remembering from Meilin of ghost stories she shuddered in fear.
Walking endlessly, she found a small window. She could see stars in the night sky, twinkling. Amazed by its beauty, a piercing pain went through her again.
If you see a falling star, make a wish…. It will come true.
Stars are gasses of light burning miles away.
Her head had throbbed again. Each voice growing louder by the next line. What were they trying to tell her? What was with all these voices? She grunted in pain. The pain was rising. She could hear voices. Voices of a little girl... two boys... Adults…
They are treasures.
Placing her head towards one of the walls. Higher the pain built. Somehow she was remembering. Remembering something from the past.
Monster, the light will make you blind.
It was too strong. A little girl began screaming to the highest point. She couldn't handle it. Tears streamed down. What was wrong? Crouching down, the voice continued. Her nails dug into her head, making a cut visible.
Mama!
The more, the voice screamed out, the more her fingers dug into deeper. Lines of blood flowed down. Slowly. The wound somehow didn't give her any pain. But the voice did.
AHH!
Illegitimate!
Suddenly, everything stopped. Placing her hands away she looked around. Feeling a… something. Looking around she could feel something. Not knowing what it was though, the darkness filled the great halls. Nothing else could be seen, but the torches lighting the areas of darkness. Sakura began walking again, this time faster. She saw something there.
It was a brown door, made with oak wood.
Looking towards it, the door looked old and dirty.
Meilin ran through the halls of the castle. Thinking of what happened with her and Syaoran. Feeling his touch against her, he in power.
The princess smirked; it made her attracted to him.
Remembering over the years, Syaoran didn't lay one finger on her, being pathetic. Always following his parent's rule. But she couldn't help, but feel the manly side of him.
Why was she mad at him again?
Meilin then remembered that it was because of the peasant girl. Sakura. All this happened because of her. If that girl were gone, she would have been married to him some time ago.
She walked through the palace halls. Her evil side of her was becoming the best of her.
'See when you had helped her all of the years.'
'But I wanted to do it.'
"Ha! No good deed goes unpunished you fool. Look where you are now. Not with your prince charming." That mean voice in her thoughts sneered. It was right. She could have been with him and have children. Why the heck did she do it? Trying to become a woman with goodness in her?
Frowning at the thought. She knew better. She was Sakura's friend, and that is how it was going to be. Without her she would have married the horrible man that she thought was perfect. No he is the evil wretched soul that he is from before. Meilin would never forget that. Telling herself she did the right choice. No matter how corny the words were.
Walking once more she called out her best friend's name.
The honey brown hair girl walked towards the door. Looking at it curiously, she could see dirt and cobwebs. Touching the dark brown door, she found a stain on her hands. Her pale white skin, was stained of the brown ragged color, looking at the wall, she found her handprint placed there, yet it was still dirty.
A small picture was drawn there. Looking at it more carefully, she wiped her hands on it. Still dirty, but she didn't care. The picture was drawing her in. As it got clearer, it wasn't a drawing; she could see a sketch of words. But she didn't know how to read.
Her hand went towards the golden brown doorknob. Touching it, it felt cold and rusty, hard and bumpy. Turning it, the door slightly opened. An eerie sound was made, it echoed through the room. She looked inside, it was dark, no light could bee seen, and there were no windows.
Walking in she was curious of what was inside. Opening the door all the way. Her eyes widen at what she saw. Walking in, she looked towards an old woman. She was weaving, the string made from her hair. Which was white, looking long and ragged.
The old woman turned towards her. Her loose skin looked pale, showing how old she was. The woman looked at her with a smile. Showing gums and brown teeth.
Her dark, small black eyes looked directly to the emerald ones. She then stopped smiling and looked at her wrinkled hands. She began to cry. Turning away from Sakura she covered her face with her hair. Clinging onto it, as if trying not to look at her. Whispering "She's here…"
She's here…
Syaoran ran through the halls. Looking for the mysterious girl.
Maybe she was a dream. She wasn't like the other princesses, wearing his favorite color. She just wore a pale pink dress. He wondered who she was.
Was she an illusion?
A ghost? Trying to get to him?
Will he ever find her?
He wanted to find her soon. So bad, it hurts.
Broken by his thoughts, he could hear a door opening. Turning in the corner, he was on the twelfth landing. Curiously, he turned towards the noise. As his eyes looked, he saw the mysterious girl. He jerked from the corner, only to see the door immediately shut. Then hearing the girl scream.
The king and queen of the Li kingdom watched the stars above. The night was still young, and the two just sat as they hummed a tune.
"Why do you want Xiao Lang to marry, soon?" Asking the question. It was true. He desperately wanted him to marry. And it seemed that their son didn't want to.
The king pretended not to hear her. He turned away, "We shall be going back soon, dear. It is starting to get cold."
She knew he was avoiding the question. What was going on? "Dear, I am asking you a question." She stated, but he walked away. "Don't you leave me here."
Lian didn't think twice, he left her there.
In the hall everyone chatted and ate as they socialize. Glasses cling and clang. Quiet laughter filled the air.
Unnoticed by the crowd, a dark blood red curtain moved slightly. A hand came out and went towards the buffet table. Grabbing food as the person ate. The person watched in the dark corner, eating while she watched the gatherings dying of boredom.
The person's head popped out of the curtain, her mouth was full. "Where is little brother?" A girl with long dark brown hair asked. Her dark brown eyes scanned the ballroom.
Another head popped out and smiled. "Hm… maybe getting busy with a princess!" Her eyes turned mischievous and grinning like mad.
The first young woman, still clutching to the curtain laughed. "I doubt it, Xiao Lang, can be a total ass about that." Certainly she would be right about that. As she closed the curtain and pushing the window by her so she could breath in the night air.
The night air touched the pale skin of the two princesses of the Li kingdom. Fanren lifted her dress up towards her thighs and sat on the windowsill, feeling the cold air against her bare legs. "Can you believe it? He is already twenty and still did not get married. Poor child is going to die a virgin." The older sister cried out wiping a fake tear away.
Fanren jerked her head towards her older sister. Jokingly she placed a hand by her mouth, pretending the latest gossip was about her brother. "Eh? Virgin? Xiao Lang? Pfft. Yeah right. I heard among the maids' quarters-"
Xiefa had cut her off, assuring her the opposite of the maids. "Snooping around there again? That is just plain gossip. If father finds out you help in the maids area, he'll have your head. Not to mention, be ashamed of you for life." She stated hoping that her father would never found out. Leaning against the window, she sighed.
Fanren waved a hand at her. "Ah, what do you know? I have been doing this since I could walk!" Kicking back and forth her legs. She listened to the crickets of the night. Wondering what it would be like to be them.
Xiefa tied her hair in a bun. Smoothing out her dress. "Not! Since you crawled, I am a year older than you." She stated happily, knowing she was right. Of course she loved to be right all the time.
"Yup, you are so old. I mean being the eldest, you must have seen over a thousand years of moments happen. " Laughing out loud, as Xiefa glared at her younger sister.
"Oh, quiet, we are getting off the subject. Hey! Twenty-eight is not that old. Mother and father are way older than that! Hahaha." she laughed out.
"You are so evil. Talking about ma and pa, that way."
"Me evil? You are talking as if you are a peasant." At the moment, the younger sister, dropped the food she held in her hands. She slapped her sister on her face, showing how angry she was. She, Fanren, a princess of Li, was married to a peasant. Secretly that is.
"What's wrong with being a peasant? They work, just to feed their families. While we are living in royalty, stuffing our faces. They live in defective shacks, while we live in a strong castle. They sleep in the cold, while we sleep warmly at night.
They fear of being robbed for small things, while we have guards to protect us. It is the survival of the fittest. You think just because they are not as rich as us, doesn't mean they aren't human. We were born in royalty, while they were born unlucky."
Xiefa rolled her eyes. "Gosh, you don't have to go all psycho on me. I was just joking. If father heard you say that." She paused, then sighing with guilt. "I am with you." She was married to a prince. Her other sisters, Fuutie and Feimei knew of this too, but they were married to princes also, scared to break the laws of their father.
Sakura woke up, in a large bed. Green covers and the pillows were made with white silk. As she turned her head, she felt a slight pain. Touching her head, she found a bandage.
Looking around, the room was unfamiliar to her. Staying in the soft bed, it felt very comfortable. Sakura had never been a bed like this before. Heck, she didn't even know what a bed was. Removing the covers, she found herself, in a different dress, made of soft fabric, in a color of blue.
She stood up, wondering wear this dress had came from. It was hugging her curves, and moved gently with her. Looking around again, she saw a window opened. Walking towards it, she could see the sun, high in the sky. All those years in the dungeon, made her amazed by the sight.
The sky was crystal blue, small clouds were in placed. She looked down, and saw grass. Green grass that looked so unreal, there were trees and flowers. As she looked farther, there were mountains, and hills.
It was jovial sight to see.
A knock was heard, she turned towards the door, and she didn't utter a sound, scared of what was behind. Three more knocks were heard again, but this time the door opened slightly.
Sakura stood there, terrified who was behind the door. An elderly woman came in, placing a tray. She smiled at Sakura. She was dressed in an old brown dress, wearing a small apron in front of her. Her hair was gray tied into a knot.
"Morning to ya. Glorious day, isn't it princess?" The elderly woman placed the tray down. Wiping her hands on the ragged dress. "The name is Katharine. But call me Kat. I reckon you're alright." Showing her hand. Sakura didn't know what to do.
As the woman began to make the bed, she started to make conversation. "So where you from?" Kat asked as she smoothed out the bed. "What yer name?" Still the auburn hair girl didn't answer. "Why, don't I just call you mistress?" She moved towards the table.
Sakura still didn't respond. She just watched as the woman, named Kat, set the table. "I see yer not much of a talker, aren't ya now?" Kat laughed out, happily. Preparing the table, Sakura watched, not moving.
After she was done, Kat grabbed a small bottle and cloth from her apron. Dabbing the cloth, she came closer to her. "How's yer head? Still sore, I see." As she came closer, Sakura stepped back. "Now, now, I won't hurt ya. I may be sixty two, but I know what I doin'."
"No…" Sakura stated, stopping her with her hands. "What are you going to do with me?"
"Going to do with you? Child, I am just puttin' some of medicine on ya! Its not like I am gonna kill ya." She stated laughing. Placing Sakura on a chair in front of a mirror.
"Will it hurt?"
"Yup, but it is better than letting that cut of yours getting infected. Now, stop movin'." she ordered. She began to unwrap the bandage and talked to her.
"Why, such a pretty young girl, ya are. I now know why master has fallen for ya."
"Master? Who is master?"
Kat gasped. "Who is master? Why tis' the boy, you have caught heart from! Aw. Sweet love, he has for ya. Don't let him go away. Ya changed him. I can see, by the way he was wit ya."
Sakura winced as the cloth came in contact to her head. "With me?" Kat was done; she tightly wrapped a clean bandage, and was now combing her hair.
"Days ago, you was in his arms, and he came to me. Asking for help. If ya were somebody else, he would have left ya, and just tell us servants were ya were. But no he was screaming for help." She grabbed a brush, from a golden box. "That mean, it would be betta for the kingdom…" the gray hair woman sighed happily.
Better for the kingdom?' Who is this? Was this person important? As Kat combed her hair with a brush, she dabbed some perfume on Sakura. The auburn hair girl fingered the dress.
"Like the dress? It was one of the mistresses'." Sakura nodded.
"Made from the finest silk, tis cost a fortune! Made for a special princess. So, ya gonna marry him?"
Turning around from the mirror, she asked "Marry?" Totally confused on what the elderly woman was saying.
"Marry, ya know. Get hitched… Holy matrimony…"
Sakura shooked her head, not knowing what she was saying. Kat tried explaining to her, but as time went on Sakura still didn't understand.
Thinking, as it was a person thought, she shrugged it off. "Why.. You like to keep your privacy…. Well…" she joked about, bringing her towards the table. "Why don't ya eat? Your highness will be with you in a moment. He was training early this morning. I thought he'd sleep; he has been up watching you every night, and working early in the mornings. All the princesses left yester night. Your highness, has chosen you for his bride.""
She turned towards Kat. "Watching me?" she asked, not hearing the last statement of the old woman.
"Tis' he watchin' ya every night for a week! He worried of you." she pointed her finger at her. Sakura watched the old woman pointed the finger, and looked at it questioningly.
Sakura listened to Kat as she talked of her savior. Saying that he stayed with her every night, watching, and taking care of her. That he would talk to her while she was resting, eating in his room. Kat explained it was kind of crazy, but all knew he fell in love with her.
As time past, the savior of Sakura didn't come. The two, well Kat, chatted endlessly. But every time, the young girl still didn't understand anything.
"Tis lunch. I will be back for your meal." Kat stated and walked out the door.
Syaoran waited impatiently outside of the door. Hearing his personal maid coming, he stepped aside, pretending he just came from downstairs. Trying to act casual, he walked slowly.
Kat closed the door and saw the prince coming.
"Is she awake?"
"Yes she is, your highness." Laughed out a bit.
"What are you laughing at Kat?"
"Oh, stop with the casual talk, child. I knew you since the day you were born! I know ya been listenin', tis obvious! You can't fool ya nanny." Few days ago, after the bringing of Sakura, the two started to talk and get acquainted.
In public, the two would act as servant and maid. But in secret the two would strike conversation, yet Syaoran would still be in his prince mode. She only got this side of him, because she was kind and wasn't afraid of him anymore.
"So what have you heard?"
Turning to his serious prince mode. He leaned against the wall. "Most of everything. Why did you tell her I chose her for my bride?" Angrily he asked.
"Who knows, she might not be listening to me! Child was trying to figure things out. Why don't ya talk to her? I would be bringin' her lunch soon, you can join her."
"… I don't think so…" remembering from a week ago, the girl wasn't too thrilled seeing him. He really wanted to meet and talk to her. He was pretty desperate. Maybe his maid could keep on talking about details of him. And make her feel more comfortable.
"Why, I don't believe it. Does the prince have taken shy?"
Instantly he jerked up. "N-no! It's not that, nanny Kat! N-no-!"
"Why you stutterin, boy?"
Syaoran blushed a bit of pink.
Raising her hands in the air, she began running through the halls of the castle. "Oh, look. Prince Xiao Lang is blushin! Tis the first time!" Screaming, hoping someone would hear.
As he saw her running he tried to catch up with her. "Shh!" He grabbed her and covered her mouth. As she desperately tried to get out of his grasp, it was not use. Quickly, she thought of a way to get away from him. Jerking her arm away and punching him in the gut, she pointed the finger at him. "Boy! Don't be telling me to 'Shhh'. You know betta than to show disrespect to me!" She then began to pinch him on his cheeks, as he cried out.
He rubbed his cheeks, feeling the pain of her fingers. He glared at her as she smiled sheepishly and laughed out loud. Kat was really happy about this. If she did that a long time ago, the guillotine would've beheaded her.
"Xiao Lang, what are you doing?"
Kat and Syaoran turned towards the voice. It was Princess Fanren. She looked at the two questioningly. Wondering why on earth was Syaoran acting so differently around this maid.
"Were you two…"
"No!" Screaming out suddenly.
Kat quickly bowed down her head, she had to be lower than the both of them.
Syaoran instantly guided his older sister away from his maid. Suddenly he became serious, and being the usual prince. "No, Fanren…. Kat was telling me what the princess told her." Ever since the night the mysterious girl was in his room. He couldn't be himself anymore. It was too strange.
Fanren, looked excitedly toward the door of Syaoran. "Is she in your room?" Walking towards the oak wood door. Turning the doorknob. But feeling a jerk around her waist.
"No! Don't!"
Kat watched as he turned towards the prince he was a week ago. Slowly tiptoeing away from the both of them.
Fanren shook her head; she didn't think it would happen so soon. "Well, I'll be. Oh, Xiao Lang, you know better than that. You are supposed to be married, then you can-"
"No! Its not that!" He glared at his sister for thinking of that. "She is just resting."
"Oh, well, it is time for a wake-up call!" The princess slammed the door open. Syaoran and Kat closed their eyes, hoping nothing bad happen.
Hearing nothing, the two opened their eyes, finding that Fanren closed the door on them.
"Hello there! I am Fanren!" They heard her say. Kat and Syaoran listened.
"Wow… you don't talk… much…"
Well, obviously, they could only hear his sister talking. But after the last statement of hers, she began to calm down. Weird… Usually Fanren was energetic and happy.
"Well betta gets dere lunch. Why don't ya join them…"
"I can't. My father wants to talk to me." Walking he away, he turned to the prince he once was.
Kat rolled her eyes. "Right…. Well I betta be off."
Fanren laid across on Syaoran's bed, trying to talk to the so-called princess. Knowing that her brother and Kat were gone, she sat up in bed.
She wasn't a princess.
Somehow she looked…familiar. Examining the girl. She looked closely at her. Fanren couldn't place it. Something about her was way familiar. Too familiar.
Walking towards the girl, she looked at her up and down. Fanren pointed her index finger at her chin, looking up. Wondering why she looked so familiar. Looking at the auburn hair girl, she raised an eyebrow. "What is your name?" She asked.
The girl still didn't answer.
Sakura didn't know if she would say her name.
Fanren didn't want to push the girl into saying anything. 'Maybe she is just shy.' she smiled and scratched her head. "Oh, well. That's okay." She sighed sadly. She was wrong.
As Fanren reached the door, she heard the voice of the young girl.
"Sakura."
She stopped, she turned sharply toward the emerald eye girl. Tears formed in her brown eyes. Tears streamed down her flawless face. Running to the honey brown hair girl, she hugged her tightly.
Sakura froze at her touch. Was this a good thing? She didn't move at all, and for a while they stood that way for a moment. The princess hugged her tightly, wetting the fabric of the dress. Did she do something wrong? The princess surely was crying.
Fanren hugged her tightly. This was a special moment to treasure. Yes it was.
It was her.
"Xiao Lang, I do not think of her suitable for you. I have met with every one of the princesses, and this I do not recall. It seems she had appeared in thin air!"
"Father, you have made the ball to find me a wife. Now that I had found one, you have declined."
"Well, what is this princess's name? All I know is that she has been in your room, sleeping. Now something is peculiar of that girl."
"Why not, father? I already have chosen her."
"I have chosen your queen. Meilin would be your queen."
"Meilin? Have we not discussed of this. I told you, I am not marrying her."
"And why is that? Do not shame me, my son. I have chosen this marriage since she was born. I only have done this ball for you to be closer. However, it has not been what was planned. Tell me, why is she not a suitable wife!"
Prince Syaoran stood there, thinking of an explanation. The thing was he just didn't like her. She was a brat, a stuck up princess. A girl who had not given him respects.
"As your father and king of this kingdom you will do as I say."
After a few days, Sakura had been acquainted with the fellow princess Fanren. Thinking of her kind of odd, and talkative.
She hadn't left the room, except for the lavatory (That's their term for bathroom). But now, without permission, she left the bedroom. She had seen the same color, day after day. She couldn't take another minute.
Now she wanted to go outside, in the courtyards, filled with flowers and animals and people. Walking through the halls, she saw paintings. These paintings were of the royal family. She stopped at one though. Looking at a little boy who was glaring in the picture. Glaring at her. The eyes followed hers. Turning away, she could see someone standing next to her. She trembled in fear.
Someone dressed in a black cloak was staring at her. Immediately, the person ran away. Trying to follow, she went to hallways and stairs. Until, she found herself in a large room. She had lost the person, who knows where. Breathing in air, she caught the scent of bread. But the room was filled with swords, shields and armor. Looking at the rolls of bread, she couldn't help but give in to temptation. As she reached for a roll of bread, she saw a hand covering hers. Her eyes darted to the person.
Immediately she ran. Her nightmare. But before she could escape, he had grabbed her. "Get away from me!" She screamed. Struggling out of his grasp. She screamed and struggled, not wanting him to touch her. But nothing helped. The prince was still holding her down.
"Would you calm down?"
-Flashback-
However, he was getting annoyed. "Get over here!" he ordered at me, thinking I would listen, except I did the exact opposite. I started wailing in sobs. As he got closer, I hugged my knees tighter. He got irritated. He just went up to me and quickly dragged me out.
"Listen to me, brat! I am your prince!" he yelled at me as we went up the front staircase, and letting everyone see. I tried to get out of his grasp. Getting more irritated, he stopped and grabbed my face into his hands, putting my face centimeters away. He stared directly in my eyes.
"Do as I say!"
-End of Flashback-
The young girl cried and screamed. She kicked and scratched her nails against him. The scratches on his arm were slightly bleeding. The stinging feeling of it didn't seem to affect him.
Somehow she got him to lower his hands towards her waist, making her arms free. His arms grew tighter on her waist, making her hard to breath. Reaching for the doors she grabbed the doorknob and turned it. When the door opened towards the hall, she screamed for help.
As on cue, servants had come immediately, watching the scene before their eyes. The prince was holding the princess.
"Please, help me!" She begged.
"Don't! I order you!" Syaoran ordered. The servants stopped midway and watched as the prince held down the screaming princess. It was a high price, listen the devil himself, or the innocent young girl?
Everyone left one by one. Sakura stared... they won't help her? "Why are you leaving me? Please, help me! I beg you!" No one listened, scared to defy their prince. A maid closed the door sadly, not wanting Sakura to get hurt. She watched sadly, as she cried.
Syaoran just wanted to talk to her. He wasn't going to do anything. Just talk. "Please, I just want to talk to you." He whispered to her.
She screamed as the door closed instantly. It was over, the prince got her, and the servants weren't going to help her. She could see a key through the key hold, making the door lock. Were these people insane?
"I am not going to hurt you!" Sakura began to calm down, what was the use?
Syaoran loosened the grip, but still not letting her go. Her She turned her head towards him, looking at him.
Sure he was handsome, her tears began to slowly stop. He wiped a tear from her face, showing he cared. Syaoran gulped, and inched his face closers to her. As his nose touched hers, she couldn't help but feel weak in the knees. She whimpered, not wanting this to happen. Knowing that she would regret once it happened.
"Shh… I'm not going to hurt you…" he whispered quietly. His lips were just a few centimeters away. Sakura didn't even know what he was doing to her. His hands were on her waist, still holding her. "I won't hurt you." he whispered on more time.
-Flashback-
"No!" Sakura yelled out as she saw the prince took out his dagger and saw blood trickle down. She just saw her mother's death before her eyes. She saw everything. "MAMA!" she yelled out and saw the prince drops her mother's body and turned towards her, his face was still expressionless. He stared at her, he then walked towards his horse.
His face was then burned into her mind. The face became a permanent memory in her mind."Burn the house."
-End of Flashback-
Mama… She pushed him away. Syaoran stumbled a few steps back, surprised. Sakura looked at him with pain. She was the girl, and that her mother was the one who he had killed.
Tears flowed once more. "You did." The auburn hair girl choked out. Yes. He did hurt her. Bits of her life when she was younger were coming back to her. He was the cause. The cause of it all.
The dark brown hair prince looked at her, what did he do? He walked closer to her, asking what he did wrong.
She went to the door and turned and twisted the knob. It wouldn't open. She banged the door with her fists and screamed. "Let me out of here! Someone! Get me out of here!"
She felt the grip of Syaoran. She pushed him away again, going behind a table.
"You killed her!" She pushed the table towards him, and again Sakura ran for the door. "Someone! Get me out of here! Meilin!" She screamed again.
"Why won't she let me see her?" he asked his cousin. He trembled of anger, he yelled at her, wanting to know why the girl did not let her see him at all. All he wanted to do was to get to know her.
Meilin reached for him. "You can't." But he jerked away from her. The red eye girl felt hurt by his actions. 'He only wants her.' She frowned, this was just sad. Meilin didn't want him to want Sakura. He was supposed to be her fiancé. Remembering how she agreed to be his wife, that fateful night.
"Why? Why does she run from me?" he asked Meilin. As no response came, he ran out the door towards Sakura. Meilin stood there as the man that she loved ran away, towards her. Sure she was jealous. Who wouldn't be?
"He killed her mother." A male voice stated in the darkness. There sat in the old chair, was her uncle.
King Lian of Li.
Meilin watched as she saw her uncle sat on the old chair. "I know, uncle. Xiao Lang killed her family." Not in a sarcastic mood, she just couldn't help but hate him.
"He killed her mother, her family."
She crossed her arms on her chest. "You remember?" Sarcastically stated. Well duh, he killed so many people over the years.
"Yes, I remember. The question is, how do you know about this?" he whispered out in curiosity. Tapping his fingers on the armrest, it sounded as if he was waiting.
She didn't know what to say, she just remembered Wei telling her about this. But, wouldn't Wei die because of this? What would she say? "I heard you, talking to the advisors about this." She lied through her teeth. She didn't want Wei to die. He was like a second father to her.
"Oh, I see..." He sat there, continuing looking at the fireplace. Growing weak and tired. The two were in the study in complete silence, listening to the crackling of the fire.
"Uncle-"
"I knew, you had hated me. I just wanted you to know, that I thought of you as more of a daughter than a niece." He cut her off. It was time.
Meilin listened carefully to his words. He knew she had hated him? Walking towards him, she couldn't help but feel guilty of his words.
All these years, she had cursed him and spiting words behind his back. But right now, he was telling her that he thought of her as a daughter? A tear escaped, surprised by this, she touched her cheek. Feeling moisture, she cried more.
For the first time in years, she looked at him with sadness.
"I wanted you to marry, Xiao Lang. Because of my selfish reasons."
She looked at him questioningly. Making her engaged to Xiao Lang, was a selfish reason? "What are your selfish reasons?" She asked, hoping to get an answer. "Was killing-?"
"Yes. The victims of my kingdom that were killed were part of it. I didn't want the prophecy to come true."
"A prophecy?"
"She has the ring," he stated out worriedly. It was coming near. Coming too close. He didn't want it to come. Seeing the anxiety attack on her uncle. She screamed out asking. "Ring? What ring? What prophesy? What about Sakura? What are you talking about?"
So, Sakura is her name. He thought. He gripped the end of the armrest with his hands. The end was coming too close. "We're all going to die! We - are - all - going - to - die!" he stated angrily. The girl was the problem, it was all her fault.
She ran to him, grabbing his shoulders. "Uncle, stop it! Just tell me, what are you talking about!" She asked. Her eyes looked questioningly towards him. Breathing in sadly, he looked towards the young princess. The light of the fire behind Meilin shadowed his handsome face. Meilin looked dangerously at her uncle, knowing this was something horrible.
"The prophecy, of the end of the Li kingdom…."
A.N.
Well well well. I was supposed to post this a couple of months back, but I was too lazy to do it. Hehehe. Anyways, I know it was kind of rushed, and blah blah blah. But some people wanna read this already. I kind of don't have anything to write.
The next chapter of this is all planned out and the next one after that. Hehehe. Almost done with this ficcy. Plus, thanx for reading this ficcy! Hehehe, I have many ideas for a new story I am working on, well I have three more stories. Okay, I tried to fix this scene thing and this is really irritating me. I have to go to the edit part and fix everything!
Review! I command you!