Im soooooo sorry I haven't updated for like 7 months, but I got a severe case of writers block and then I kind of totally forgot about it with cause I was starting high school and stuff, but today I got bored and I checked my stories and lo and behold I found out someone had reviewed my fic! Thank you so much sweet-little-girl if it weren't for you this fic would probably be taken off the site pretty soon! Im going to try to make this chapter longer and also work on my other story that I haven't touched in the past seven months either!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from CCS, CLAMP does.
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Li Syaoran's footsteps echoed down the cement corridor of the Chirasa School's basement. Damn, their school is huge; no wonder so many people go here, he thought to himself. For what felt like the hundredth time he tried to figure out just how it had ended up the he was the one who had to retrieve the prisoners from Chirasa's east 'dungeon' so they could be escorted back to the safety of Tomedoma territory. According to the chief of his party, there was only one captive and they were being held in the 'last cell on the right' or, according to the faded sign hanging on the door, the 'janitors closet'. He took a deep breath as he opened the door, peered inside, and gasped. All the horrible things that he had thought he could have possibly seen added up did not nearly amount to what was laid out before his very eyes. Well, he thought to himself, his mind still trying to make sense of what he was seeing, I guess I've found Sakura...
And he certainly had found Sakura. A very beaten and bruised Sakura at that. He took a step forward and surveyed the damage more closely. She was hanging in standing position a few inches from the ground from a rusty chain securing her wrists to one of the pipes running along the ceiling of the room. Her head was hanging down in such a way that her chin almost touched her collar bone, and her shoulder length dirty hair hid her face so that Syaoran couldn't tell if her eyes were open or closed, if she was conscious or unconscious. If she was dead or alive. Her ripped blouse and skirt showed enormous, dark bruises running up her arms, legs, and abdomen. He walked over to her cautiously, reached up, and began untying the chain from the pipe; the knot came loose unexpectedly, causing Syaoran to let go suddenly. Sakura's suspended form came crashing down to the hard cement floor, causing her knees to buckle and her to drop down upon them. Her emerald eyes opened slowly, and with much effort she raised her head to gaze fearfully upon Syaoran. He then noticed that the chain still held her wrists together, and crouched down in front of he so that they were at eye level with one another, whispering, "Here, let me get that for you..." she whimpered and tried to back away from him, only to wince as she hit the cold stone wall. "Sshhhhhhhhh, its ok, im not here to hurt you, im going to get you out of here. Its Syaoran, don't you remember me? Its only been, what, a week?" He smiled at the last line, trying to lighten the atmosphere, but then frowned when he saw her wrists and heard her moan of pain when his fingers brushed lightly against one of them.
Sakura's wrists were completely black and blue where the chain had been. How long was she hanging from that thing? He wondered, it must have been at least a day.... He glanced back at Sakura's face and saw fear and pain written all over it. He decided that now was not the right time to ask those sorts of questions. Right now he had to concentrate on getting her out of here.........
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Well how was it? Flames are accepted, but please try to turn it into what English teachers like to call 'constructive criticism' I wont update till I get at least 3 reviews!!!!!!!
