Cinderkura
Part 30
Produced by: Rain
"Sakura, come sit at the table and eat with us" Meiling offered.
Sakura didn't know what to say. What else COULD she say?
"Uh, sure" Sakura replied holding her hand up to the back of her head. She turned to look at Fongling, but her stepmother didn't even look at her. It was as if, she didn't like the idea of Sakura there, but had held a promise to let her daughter to do whatever she wished.
'A promise' Sakura thought in alarm. 'Was this a trap?'
"Um, I changed my mind, I'm not hungry tonight" Sakura quickly patched up.
"That's okay, I'll save your share so you can eat it later" Meiling offered cheerfully.
Sakura froze. What if they decided to put poison in her food? Should she eat now, or later, when they had the chance to murder? There was always the option where she didn't EAT anything that night, but would she be falling into a trap if she DID decide to eat now? Sakura's stomach moaned in hunger. Wincing at the obvious, Sakura blushed.
"And you said you weren't hungry" Feiling snorted.
Sakura sweatdropped and laughed unsurely.
"It's alright. Sakura said she wasn't hungry a minute ago, and maybe, after this MINUTE, she's starting to get hungry. You never know SISTER" Meiling sneered innocently.
Feiling glared in anger. Meiling got out of her seat, and pulled the chair beside her out.
"Sakura, sit" Meiling commanded.
Sakura took off her apron and placed it on the counter. Then she walked over to Meiling and sat down on the already pulled out chair. All through the dinner, Fongling didn't utter a sound. After she finished dinner, she left the room and headed for bed.
Sakura didn't eat much that night. She was still bitterly in thought about the plans Fongling had for her. Even though Meiling seemed to treat Sakura kindly, but she still believed it was all a trick, a trap, but was it really?
That night, Sakura fell asleep in a whirl of uneven thoughts.
-Prince Syaoran-
"I must find her, I must find her, I must find her" Syaoran muttered to himself head between his hands.
"What are you muttering about now my son?" Empress Yulan asked the Prince unexpectantly.
"Wha-"Syaoran didn't notice his mother and was startled to find her standing in front of him all of a sudden.
"I asked you what you were thinking about"
"Oh. Uh... Nothing" Syaoran lied, but he couldn't lie about his reddened face.
"Is it her?" The Empress said gently.
Syaoran looked up in shock. 'Did mother know?' He didn't answer and looked down. 'Mother must think me foolish for thinking of a girl, especially when I've always told her girls are not my thing.
"Syaoran. You probably believe that I think you are foolish for thinking of a girl, but I'm not. If that is what you are thinking... "
"Can you always tell what's on my mind? Mother?" Syaoran asked in amazement.
"So it IS true. I usually guess, and wait for silly answers like the one you just said to me to tell me if I am right" Empress Yelan laughed.
Prince Syaoran's face reddened in embarrassment. He had just told his mother exactly what was on his mind.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Syaoran shot back laughing.
"You ARE my son. I know how your brain works" Empress Yelan laughed back.
"Oh yah sure, what am I thinking about now?" Syaoran smiled.
"You are now thinking whether I would guess right or wrong"
"Yah really?"
That day, mother and son spent the day together laughing at jokes and silly phrases.
-Meiling-
Curled tightly in her covers, Meiling shivered. 'The cold must be getting to me' Meiling thought fearfully. She gently took off her covers and tippoed out into the hall. 'It's so quiet here'.
Clunk.
Meiling whirled her head around. Light shone under Fongling's bedroom door. Half bitten by the cold of the house, Meiling slowly walked towards the door.
"You shouldn't --- don't --- let her ---believe ---" A very familiar voice sounded in the room.
Meiling put her ear on the door gently eager and curious to hear what and why her sister was doing in Fonglings room. She had a bad feeling about it and the last two words gave Meiling the chills and a fearful feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Maybe --- should --- hurt Meiling"
Read and review. Sorry I haven't updated! and sorry it's so short!
Produced by: Rain
"Sakura, come sit at the table and eat with us" Meiling offered.
Sakura didn't know what to say. What else COULD she say?
"Uh, sure" Sakura replied holding her hand up to the back of her head. She turned to look at Fongling, but her stepmother didn't even look at her. It was as if, she didn't like the idea of Sakura there, but had held a promise to let her daughter to do whatever she wished.
'A promise' Sakura thought in alarm. 'Was this a trap?'
"Um, I changed my mind, I'm not hungry tonight" Sakura quickly patched up.
"That's okay, I'll save your share so you can eat it later" Meiling offered cheerfully.
Sakura froze. What if they decided to put poison in her food? Should she eat now, or later, when they had the chance to murder? There was always the option where she didn't EAT anything that night, but would she be falling into a trap if she DID decide to eat now? Sakura's stomach moaned in hunger. Wincing at the obvious, Sakura blushed.
"And you said you weren't hungry" Feiling snorted.
Sakura sweatdropped and laughed unsurely.
"It's alright. Sakura said she wasn't hungry a minute ago, and maybe, after this MINUTE, she's starting to get hungry. You never know SISTER" Meiling sneered innocently.
Feiling glared in anger. Meiling got out of her seat, and pulled the chair beside her out.
"Sakura, sit" Meiling commanded.
Sakura took off her apron and placed it on the counter. Then she walked over to Meiling and sat down on the already pulled out chair. All through the dinner, Fongling didn't utter a sound. After she finished dinner, she left the room and headed for bed.
Sakura didn't eat much that night. She was still bitterly in thought about the plans Fongling had for her. Even though Meiling seemed to treat Sakura kindly, but she still believed it was all a trick, a trap, but was it really?
That night, Sakura fell asleep in a whirl of uneven thoughts.
-Prince Syaoran-
"I must find her, I must find her, I must find her" Syaoran muttered to himself head between his hands.
"What are you muttering about now my son?" Empress Yulan asked the Prince unexpectantly.
"Wha-"Syaoran didn't notice his mother and was startled to find her standing in front of him all of a sudden.
"I asked you what you were thinking about"
"Oh. Uh... Nothing" Syaoran lied, but he couldn't lie about his reddened face.
"Is it her?" The Empress said gently.
Syaoran looked up in shock. 'Did mother know?' He didn't answer and looked down. 'Mother must think me foolish for thinking of a girl, especially when I've always told her girls are not my thing.
"Syaoran. You probably believe that I think you are foolish for thinking of a girl, but I'm not. If that is what you are thinking... "
"Can you always tell what's on my mind? Mother?" Syaoran asked in amazement.
"So it IS true. I usually guess, and wait for silly answers like the one you just said to me to tell me if I am right" Empress Yelan laughed.
Prince Syaoran's face reddened in embarrassment. He had just told his mother exactly what was on his mind.
"Hey! That's not fair!" Syaoran shot back laughing.
"You ARE my son. I know how your brain works" Empress Yelan laughed back.
"Oh yah sure, what am I thinking about now?" Syaoran smiled.
"You are now thinking whether I would guess right or wrong"
"Yah really?"
That day, mother and son spent the day together laughing at jokes and silly phrases.
-Meiling-
Curled tightly in her covers, Meiling shivered. 'The cold must be getting to me' Meiling thought fearfully. She gently took off her covers and tippoed out into the hall. 'It's so quiet here'.
Clunk.
Meiling whirled her head around. Light shone under Fongling's bedroom door. Half bitten by the cold of the house, Meiling slowly walked towards the door.
"You shouldn't --- don't --- let her ---believe ---" A very familiar voice sounded in the room.
Meiling put her ear on the door gently eager and curious to hear what and why her sister was doing in Fonglings room. She had a bad feeling about it and the last two words gave Meiling the chills and a fearful feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Maybe --- should --- hurt Meiling"
Read and review. Sorry I haven't updated! and sorry it's so short!