Wow! 99 reviews?? *shakes head* I can't believe this fic could actually hit 99 reviews... *sweatdrops* Anyways, to thank you guys for the reviews, I'm dumping my stupid work on 'Environmental Degradation' aside and updating this fic! Enjoy! ^-^;;
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~*Starlight Crystal*~
~Love of Silence~
*Chapter 8*
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Sakura sat at the royal table, aware of the dirty looks being flashed at her.
She looked down at her hands and shifted uncomfortably around. Tomoyo covered her hand and gave her a reassuring smile. Sakura smiled back and shook her head.
Just then, the whispers halted and the table hushed. Syaoran entered the room, his posture stiff. He nodded at the ladies who immediately blushed and giggled. Sakura looked at Tomoyo and rolled her eyes.
"Typical girls," Tomoyo whispered, causing Sakura to grin.
Sakura was asked to join the dinner tonight as the prince would then announce the other princesses who would be going home. In other words, only 20 princesses would be asked to stay out of the 50 who were present.
Sakura felt conflict between two emotions. On one hand, she wanted to get out of this charade. She wanted to be back home. On the other, she really liked the prince. Clutching Tomoyo's hand, she looked up at Syaoran, whose face as usual, betrayed nothing.
"Those names who had been called would be asked to sit at the table where the prince is sitting. The rest of you will remain at this table for your last dinner at the castle," the messenger said out.
Sakura closed her eyes as the messenger started reading names.
"Princesses of the following countries please proceed to the table," he said out in a clear voice.
"Germany," he announced, and Sakura was unhappy to note, that it was Princess Annabelle. She watched as Syaoran stood up to hug her. She then pulled her eyes away from them and turned to the messenger.
"Holland, Australia, Singapore, France, Italy, Switzerland, Denmark, Brazil, Thailand," he continued, as the squealing girls stood up.
The first ten had been announced, and Sakura clutched her hand tighter to Tomoyo's.
"Poland, New Zealand, New York, Austria, Maryland, Japan," he paused, as Tomoyo stood up. "You'll be inside," Tomoyo whispered, giving Sakura's hands a tight squeeze before joining the prince. Only four places were left, and Sakura noted that Princess Annabelle was giving her a smug look.
"Korea, Canada, Alaska, and," the messenger paused dramatically. Sakura closed her eyes, preparing for the worst.
"The princess from a place we've yet to know," the messenger said, sarcasm dripping from his voice, "Princess Sakura," he finished.
Sakura's eyes flew open and she glanced wildly around the room. The remaining girls were all shooting her dark looks as Sakura stood up numbly and walked towards Syaoran.
He offered her a smile, and gestured for her to sit next to him. Sakura hesitated and looked across the table at Tomoyo, who gave her a way- to- go smile. She sat down, trying her best not to look at Princess Annabelle, who was glaring at her.
She stared down at her hands again. What really were Syaoran's feelings for her?
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"Father! Ostala is here!" Touya swam in, Ostala and the two sharks right behind him.
"Well, well. What have we done to have you grace out castle?" King Fujitaka asked, rising from his throne.
"Apparently, I heard from my two loyal servants here," she gestured towards the sharks, which were snapping at the guards, "that your son tried to steal my orb when I was out."
"The last time I checked, there weren't any signs saying, 'Ostala's Property, Keep Out!' anywhere near your orb. So excuse my son for invading. And if there's nothing else, please leave," the King smiled at Ostala, who glared back at him.
"You'll pay for that, my dear brother. Wait till I get my hands on your daughter," Ostala snarled before turning back, Minx and Jinx following her.
"Guards, I want you to guard Sakura's cottage, 24/7. If anything happens, you'll answer for it, understand?" King Fujitaka ordered.
"Just wait till I get my hands on Ostala," Touya growled, clenching his hands.
"There's nothing much we can do now. We can only wait," King Fujitaka said sadly.
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Sakura hummed softly as she worked on her sweater. Every princess was supposed to give something to the prince for his birthday, and since Sakura had no money, she could not get swords, or pen, or whatever those expensive things the other princesses were getting for Syaoran.
She could only borrow some thread and buttons from Tomoyo since she obviously had none of her own. Just then, a rustle outside disrupted her. Clutching onto the broom nearby, Sakura approached the door.
She raised her broomstick, ready to hit whoever the intruder was.
"It's just me, princess Sakura," one of the guards appeared. Sakura's face broke into a smile. It was one of her father's loyal guards.
"The king sent me to protect you, in fear of Ostala's evil plans," the guard bowed before Sakura.
Sakura gestured for the guard to stand up, and gestured around, trying to ask about her friends and family in the ocean.
"I'm sorry, but I can't understand," the guard shook his head, confused.
Sakura sighed and tried again. Suddenly, the guard hushed her, and quickly slipped back into the bushes.
Sakura turned around, surprised. Syaoran stood behind her, his sword in a battling position.
"Who was that?" he asked coldly.
'No one,' Sakura gestured, shaking her head, trying to block him from going into the bushes.
"I heard a male voice," Syaoran insisted, trying to get past Sakura.
'There's no one,' Sakura held on to him tighter.
"If you say so," Syaoran narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Sakura.
'Why did you come here for?' Sakura gestured, trying to distract Syaoran from looking past her.
"Oh, here's the invitation card for the party two days later," Syaoran said, producing a green envelope.
Sakura took it and looked up at him questioningly.
"There's nothing else," Syaoran said stiffly, turning to walk away.
Sakura stared at his retreating back. He was constantly blowing hot and cold over her. She was really confused.
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Syaoran stared out at his room, where Sakura's cottage was. What was that pang of fear and jealousy he felt? For a moment, he felt that Sakura's life was in danger. He had quickly drawn out his sword, ready to attack whoever it was. But what confused him was that jealousy he felt.
Why did he feel so jealous hearing Sakura talk to another man?
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There! Done at last... so, what do ya think? Poor Sakura is confused, and what does Ostala have in plan for Sakura? Please review!!!
~Amber- chan
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~*Starlight Crystal*~
~Love of Silence~
*Chapter 8*
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Sakura sat at the royal table, aware of the dirty looks being flashed at her.
She looked down at her hands and shifted uncomfortably around. Tomoyo covered her hand and gave her a reassuring smile. Sakura smiled back and shook her head.
Just then, the whispers halted and the table hushed. Syaoran entered the room, his posture stiff. He nodded at the ladies who immediately blushed and giggled. Sakura looked at Tomoyo and rolled her eyes.
"Typical girls," Tomoyo whispered, causing Sakura to grin.
Sakura was asked to join the dinner tonight as the prince would then announce the other princesses who would be going home. In other words, only 20 princesses would be asked to stay out of the 50 who were present.
Sakura felt conflict between two emotions. On one hand, she wanted to get out of this charade. She wanted to be back home. On the other, she really liked the prince. Clutching Tomoyo's hand, she looked up at Syaoran, whose face as usual, betrayed nothing.
"Those names who had been called would be asked to sit at the table where the prince is sitting. The rest of you will remain at this table for your last dinner at the castle," the messenger said out.
Sakura closed her eyes as the messenger started reading names.
"Princesses of the following countries please proceed to the table," he said out in a clear voice.
"Germany," he announced, and Sakura was unhappy to note, that it was Princess Annabelle. She watched as Syaoran stood up to hug her. She then pulled her eyes away from them and turned to the messenger.
"Holland, Australia, Singapore, France, Italy, Switzerland, Denmark, Brazil, Thailand," he continued, as the squealing girls stood up.
The first ten had been announced, and Sakura clutched her hand tighter to Tomoyo's.
"Poland, New Zealand, New York, Austria, Maryland, Japan," he paused, as Tomoyo stood up. "You'll be inside," Tomoyo whispered, giving Sakura's hands a tight squeeze before joining the prince. Only four places were left, and Sakura noted that Princess Annabelle was giving her a smug look.
"Korea, Canada, Alaska, and," the messenger paused dramatically. Sakura closed her eyes, preparing for the worst.
"The princess from a place we've yet to know," the messenger said, sarcasm dripping from his voice, "Princess Sakura," he finished.
Sakura's eyes flew open and she glanced wildly around the room. The remaining girls were all shooting her dark looks as Sakura stood up numbly and walked towards Syaoran.
He offered her a smile, and gestured for her to sit next to him. Sakura hesitated and looked across the table at Tomoyo, who gave her a way- to- go smile. She sat down, trying her best not to look at Princess Annabelle, who was glaring at her.
She stared down at her hands again. What really were Syaoran's feelings for her?
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"Father! Ostala is here!" Touya swam in, Ostala and the two sharks right behind him.
"Well, well. What have we done to have you grace out castle?" King Fujitaka asked, rising from his throne.
"Apparently, I heard from my two loyal servants here," she gestured towards the sharks, which were snapping at the guards, "that your son tried to steal my orb when I was out."
"The last time I checked, there weren't any signs saying, 'Ostala's Property, Keep Out!' anywhere near your orb. So excuse my son for invading. And if there's nothing else, please leave," the King smiled at Ostala, who glared back at him.
"You'll pay for that, my dear brother. Wait till I get my hands on your daughter," Ostala snarled before turning back, Minx and Jinx following her.
"Guards, I want you to guard Sakura's cottage, 24/7. If anything happens, you'll answer for it, understand?" King Fujitaka ordered.
"Just wait till I get my hands on Ostala," Touya growled, clenching his hands.
"There's nothing much we can do now. We can only wait," King Fujitaka said sadly.
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Sakura hummed softly as she worked on her sweater. Every princess was supposed to give something to the prince for his birthday, and since Sakura had no money, she could not get swords, or pen, or whatever those expensive things the other princesses were getting for Syaoran.
She could only borrow some thread and buttons from Tomoyo since she obviously had none of her own. Just then, a rustle outside disrupted her. Clutching onto the broom nearby, Sakura approached the door.
She raised her broomstick, ready to hit whoever the intruder was.
"It's just me, princess Sakura," one of the guards appeared. Sakura's face broke into a smile. It was one of her father's loyal guards.
"The king sent me to protect you, in fear of Ostala's evil plans," the guard bowed before Sakura.
Sakura gestured for the guard to stand up, and gestured around, trying to ask about her friends and family in the ocean.
"I'm sorry, but I can't understand," the guard shook his head, confused.
Sakura sighed and tried again. Suddenly, the guard hushed her, and quickly slipped back into the bushes.
Sakura turned around, surprised. Syaoran stood behind her, his sword in a battling position.
"Who was that?" he asked coldly.
'No one,' Sakura gestured, shaking her head, trying to block him from going into the bushes.
"I heard a male voice," Syaoran insisted, trying to get past Sakura.
'There's no one,' Sakura held on to him tighter.
"If you say so," Syaoran narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Sakura.
'Why did you come here for?' Sakura gestured, trying to distract Syaoran from looking past her.
"Oh, here's the invitation card for the party two days later," Syaoran said, producing a green envelope.
Sakura took it and looked up at him questioningly.
"There's nothing else," Syaoran said stiffly, turning to walk away.
Sakura stared at his retreating back. He was constantly blowing hot and cold over her. She was really confused.
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Syaoran stared out at his room, where Sakura's cottage was. What was that pang of fear and jealousy he felt? For a moment, he felt that Sakura's life was in danger. He had quickly drawn out his sword, ready to attack whoever it was. But what confused him was that jealousy he felt.
Why did he feel so jealous hearing Sakura talk to another man?
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There! Done at last... so, what do ya think? Poor Sakura is confused, and what does Ostala have in plan for Sakura? Please review!!!
~Amber- chan