A Trapped Sakura

Chappie Three

Author's Note: Whew. Finally got a new chappie up. I've been working on all my other stuff, but your nice, yet slightly infuriated, reviews got me frightened and motivated. So here it is everyone! Oh, yes, sorry for the cliffie. I was REALLY tired that night. Okay, so stop threatening me! And here's this crap: Disclaimer: Catch me on a good day, and I'll tell ya' X)

Enjoy the madness.

-Kurai-Tenshi of Doom

"Sakura! Oh, please wake up!" the urgency in Tomoyo's voice slightly confused Sakura. Her eyelids fluttered open, and her whole world began to spin. A dungeon. She was chained to a wall in a dungeon, with her best friend in the whole world directly across from her. She wanted to cry out, scream, but the rest of her mind was still not functioning yet. Her body began to quake as her sense of what had happened hit her hard. "T-Tomoyo? Are we where I think we are?" she asked, voice a choked rasp. She barely recognized it as her own.

She heard her friend's chains clanked as she nodded her head. "Yes. But Sakura, dear, are you okay?" the concern riddled her friend's normally sweet voice high-pitched. "Yeah. I just hurt." She assessed a quick damage report, and found nothing wrong. Besides a lot of scrapes, bruises and aches, she was fine. "Are you okay?" she asked, glad her voice was working slightly better now. She just needed to use it. "Just a titter (my friend got me addicted to that word, damn her! Just kidding, love you Sarby!) banged up." She sounded optimistic almost. "Are we in…? China?" Sakura dared to ask. "I think so." Tomoyo said quietly. "I woke up a day ago, and I know that the guards are speaking Japanese and Chinese. Thank Kami we took time to learn the cursed language." She added a slight sigh in her voice. Sakura was shivering now.

The cell they were in was dark and dank. The dust and dirt in the sir seemed to stick to her lungs and made her choke out a weak cough. "Oh, my poor Sakura!" Tomoyo wailed sympathy for her friend overwhelming. "It's okay Tomoyo, I'm fine. Like you said, just a little banged up." She gave a weak smile she knew Tomoyo couldn't see. There was a very small window high above them that was barred like the front of the cell and small amounts of sunlight barely reached the stone floor.

It allowed Sakura to just be able to see her friend's form. "Tomoyo, what of my people? What of Father and Toya?" her questions seemed muted, she wanted to know, but dreaded the answers. "Toya got away. Your father…. The King… was killed. I'm so sorry Sakura!!! I fought just like you showed me, but there were so many of them!" a soft sob ruptured the girl's apology. "Tomoyo, don't apologize, please. None of this is your fault." Sakura let her head fall onto her chest. "How long have we been here?" she asked again, fighting the horrible stabbing of pain her heart was feeling.

Her father's happy face flashed before her eyes. She pushed this away. "A few days I think. I've only been conscious a few hours. There're guards that come in and check on us. In fact they should be back soon." She added, dread in her voice. Just as he said this, the door clanged open. In stepped two guards of the Chinese Army. They were evil looking men. They gave the two girl's looks that made Sakura cringe. "They want a servant girl. In the kitchens'. We'll be takin' the black-haired one. Maybe, if you do us a favor, we'll give ya' some water." Guard number one laughed. His coal-black eyes flashed at the implied definition. Sakura wretched.

He stepped up close to her, and placed one grubby finger on her cheek. She did the first instinctive thing that came to her. She extended her mouth and bit his finger. He yelped, and moved to slap her, but her chained foot met his groin with a screeched response from the man. he stepped back clutching the area. "You bitch!" the second guard shouted.

He moved to get around the second guard, but Tomoyo spoke up. "Take me now. Don't touch her, and I'll give you on trouble." She held her head high. Both guards looked to her. "Pleasure dearie." Guard number two mumbled as he moved to unlock her chains. "Tomoyo! No!" Sakura shouted, knowing she couldn't survive without her friend. "Sakura, be strong. I'll come back for you, I promise." Her grave eyes held the eternity of the promise. Her hands remained chained as both guards (number one limping severely) led her from the cell. Number one gave her a fierce glare. "I'll have you yet little witch." He whispered ferociously. Sakura held her head high and did her best not to show her fear, although she was dying inside. They left her in a state of utter loss. Her head fell onto her chest in defeat. Sobs raked her body and tears made a never ending path down her cheeks.

Her next few days passed in a delirium of hunger and thirst. She found herself in a dream-world, crying out loud sometimes, and other times in her mind. Mourning her father and her people and Tomoyo. She prayed for Kami to release her from this pain. "I wish I could die." She whispered, barely enough strength to realize there was someone standing next to her. "You should never wish that."

Her eyes opened to slits. She swore in the small shafts of sunlight she saw a figure of outstanding beauty. Maybe not beauty, for it was definitely a man. "Try being in my situation." She mumbled humoring herself in believing there was something there. "Well, what's wrong?" "I mean, besides being pinned on the wall." The figure rushed. "I'm held captive by a pig king and his evil son, my father and my people were massacred and now my only hope, my best friend was taken from me."

Tears began anew, trails on her cheeks veterans. "Come now, we're not all that bad." There was a slight humor in the voice. Sakura's eyes opened only a fraction more, slightly confused by this figment of her imagination. "Here. Let me free you." A few moments of confusion, and then the pain of the chains gone. She felt herself falling forward. Two warm arms greeted her decent. She moaned, hating her weakness. The figure was real. And he was saving her. "That's it, easy now."

There was comfort in the voice. Her head was placed on something very warm and soft. 'His lap.' She realized dimly. A glass was placed to her lips. Her fingers wrapped around it; her new lifeboat in an ocean of thirst. She drank as deeply and hungrily as nothing before. "Careful." He took it away from her. She cried out, but he shushed her. "Can't have too much, or you'll die. Now, I'm going to only let you eat a little. Okay?" he placed two slim fingers by her chin and tilted it up. She liked his touch. A piece of what she thought was bread was forced through her lips. She swallowed, throat hurting with the effort, but body crying out for more. She ate all her gave her, then proceeded to curl into a tight ball and fall into the first healing sleep she'd had in days.

The cruel prince of China smiled only slightly, a smile that needed much practice, at the small, helpless, girl balled up in his lap. Furious, burning anger overtook his enjoyment. 'How could they do this to the Priestess of Japan?! The most powerful mystic power in all the land?!' he'd never been more angry at his father. He would pay. He moved the girl gently so he held her securely in his arms. He carried her all the way to his chambers, thanking all he wasn't seen. Placing her on his bed, he made sure she was okay, before falling, exhausted, into a cozy chair by the window for a small nap.

Author's Note Two: REVIEW ME PLEASE!!!! I had to end fast because my mom's a bitch and is making me get off, but it was this or nothing, so don't hurt me! k, luv you guys lots, especially if u REVIEW!!!!!!!!

Luv,

Kurai-Tenshi of Doom