A Trapped Sakura
Chappie Four:
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-Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
Sakura's eyelids fluttered open. Bright sunlight nearly blinded her. Shielding her eyes with an unchained hand, she became aware of her surroundings after blinking the dots from her eyes. A feather-soft bed greeted her parched and dry skin. Her clothes were torn from her slim (now skinny from lack of food) form and she was able to feel the very rare, very fine, silk sheets beneath her. A groan rumbled from her throat, but the pain it brought made her cringe. She wouldn't be able to sing for awhile. She was suddenly sad, as she remembered the times in Japan when she and Tomoyo would sing duets together. Tomoyo's voice was always so much better than her own.
The ache in her heart, now a horrible wave through her stomach and the rest of her body drew her to wrap her arms around her abdomen. Of course no amount of medicine could cure her heart-ache, not even magic could cure this pain. After she recovered, she tried to gather from the swathe of memories something to indicate where she was. Only a fierce pounding answered. Hands now on her head, she pushed herself from her curled position to a sitting position, leaning against the numerous pillows. This bed was made for at least five people, so she had all the room she wanted.
The hangings were almost sheer and drawn back. She was able to see the rest of the room around her. It appeared to be someone's actual sleeping chambers. So hence the bed. (Go Sakura!) She shook her head as her vision wavered. She was still starving, but the roar had subsided to an ache. Her thirst was much worse. The far side of the room was bathed in shadow. The bed seemed to be on a pedestal, if you will, in the middle of the room.
Around it, placed almost in a non-caring manner, were assorted bits of velvet cushions and chairs. (I know, in ancient China there wasn't a lot of velvet but in my story, there's lots of it, damnitt!) In one of the more cushioned chairs on the far side of the room was a figure. Finding it ignorant all saviors for her had been mere figures, she tried to rise from the bed. She got herself tangled in the sheets. Twisting viciously, she attempted to dislodge herself.
Not without hitting her head on one of the bedposts first. She noticed the bed was a canopy. Rising carefully, very aware the figure was asleep, she moved inch-by-inch cautiously to the far end on the room. It was a good walk, and her leg muscles screamed at her the whole way. All of her ached, but she was a head-strong girl, and needed answers. There were large ceiling-to-floor windows all around the room spaced an arm's length apart. (I adore those windows!!! So pretty!!!) One of them, she noticed, opened to a balcony.
The sunlight was abundant in spots, warm and welcoming, while in others' causing deep pools of darkness. Her savior was in one of these pools. He had long legs that were spread in front of him. Using a smidgen of her power, Sakura assessed he was very strong. His aura emitted power of both magical and physical. 'A very fearsome combo.' Sakura acknowledged. She craned her head, attempting to see around the back of the chair.
Moving from sunbeam to sunbeam she made her way to the very back of the chair. A ruffle of messy, yet temptingly silky, chocolate brown hair peaked over the edge. She held back a slight giggle. It was a man. 'The vision from the dungeon!' Sakura realized, hiding her gasp behind her long fingers. 'That was him? I wonder who he is? He's so cute!' she smiled a warm smile, glad her thoughts had taken a pleasant turn.
She gazed at the innocent face of the mighty Li prince for as long as she felt safe. That was when she remembered where she was. 'I need to escape!' she thought frantically, realizing a chance like this didn't come often. Ignoring her body's need to lie down, she tip-toed towards the far shinto door. Thankfully, he had fallen asleep. She was halfway across the room when a deep, powerful voice that rang through her called out: "You think you can escape so easily?" She froze, literally a second from placing one foot on the ground. Not daring to turn around, she waited for the voice to speak again.
There was silence. Sighing in exasperation of her pitiful attempt at freedom, Sakura turned ever so slowly towards the voice. Shivers ran up her spine. The man was tall and very muscular. The tunic he wore clutched to his broad chest. Everything about him suggested the cavernous room was much too small. But it was his eyes that drew her breath from her lungs; two identical glowing, deep, mystical hazel eyes were giving her a look she'd never received before. It was a judging look, yet somehow, cold and calculating, and still gave her fear. He didn't seem angry. In turn, for a brief moment, when his eyes clashed to hers, she swore she actually saw some emotion in his depths, and it looked like shock. Other then that, his eyes were completely unemotional. Callous to feeling. She shivered, this time in a slight fear. 'They're so empty!' she thought, but the effect they struck to her was mind-bending.
Syaoran gazed at the girl before him. He hadn't expected the beauty of the priestess. He was hoping for an ugly, old, hermit, but of course it had to be an utterly gorgeous girl. Kami was really messing with his head. Shaking away his momentary shock of her ethereal look of being bathed in glimmering rays of sunlight, and how it lit up that silk hair of hers, and made her beautiful, shimmering emerald orbs glitter in a momentary fear- 'No! stop! I must focus on the thing at hand!' Li refocused himself. "Are you the head priestess of Japan?" he asked.
The girl nodded slowly. She seemed to be cautious. "I'm-" as he made to introduce himself there was a loud rapping on the door. He looked past her, breaking the gaze from her eyes for a moment. Whoever it was, they didn't wait for an okay, but merely busted in. He caught a glimpse of flying raven-haired locks, before another girl of the same age as the priestess enveloped the girl in a heavy embrace.
"Oh my poor, poor Sakura-chan!!!!!!!! Are you okay? Has this vile man hurt you?" The priestess obviously could not hold this intruder's weight and her own. Syaoran was by them in three long-legged strides. He towered over the priestess, but the second girl, besides being very beautiful, was almost as tall as he was. She glared up at him, and released the other girl, taking a defensive stance in front of her. Her eyes flashed with an anger and danger that almost made him falter. Almost.
He grabbed the black-haired girl's arm and pulled her away. "I haven't harmed her. In fact I saved her." He told the girl curtly. "Oh." She seemed to deflate. "Okay." All traces of her ferocious anger were gone. She was very tranquil when she was clamed. "Are you the other girl that was captured?" he asked. She was still cold towards him, but placing one arm around the other dazed girl's shoulder, she nodded. "Yep. And I have a name. It's Tomoyo. This is Sakura. And you are a brutal bastard." Li attempted to stare the girl down. She was foolish to challenge him.
"Tomoyo, stop. He saved my life." Sakura slid in smoothly, placing one hand timidly on her friend's arm. Tomoyo cast worried eyes to Sakura. "Are you okay? Oh, Sakura-chan, I'm so sorry I didn't come for you, but they blindfolded me on my way out, so I didn't know and-" Sakura held up a hand to silence her. "I understand, Tomoyo-san. It's not your fault." She gave her friend a loving smile. Tomoyo turned frosty eyes back towards Li. "So. Are you happy? Having this poor girl as your servant?" she asked, voice a dagger. Li remained calm, unemotional mask perfectly in place. "I did not do this, my father did. And I assure you, I'm not on grounds with my father's thinking." Sakura eyed the man before her.
"Are you the prince?" she asked, disbelieving. He leveled his eyes to hers. She felt her legs melt. "Yes." He answered, keeping her eyes, a glitter of amusement in them. "You're to meet your owner today." He said, looking back to Tomoyo. She kept her head high. "No one owns us." She said evenly. "And is this the delightful girl I have until 'death do us part'?" a sarcastic voice questioned, mocking, the sharp contours of it carried through the room. Both girl's whirled and met the humorous eyes of the head sorcerer in all of China.
Hah! Evil! Sorry, but my fingers kill, and I REALLY want a cookie. But I'll update very soon. I have Spanish hw right now tho. Welp, I love you guys to eternity (I'm much too happy for the reviews) and my other homie Elalia. She's so cool. You guys rock, and remember: a friend w/ weed is a friend indeed.
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-Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
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