A Trapped Sakura
Chapter Eleven:
AN: Well, I started it tonight. Maybe I'll finish it. Who knows? Um….. Not much to say…..review me, and be kind. If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all. Um… this chap goes to Illusion Dragon. Still love her, and her awesome reviews. Lady Tomboy too, you should know by now that no review is too long, and everyone who reviewed my last chappie, especially lilacblu, iluvanime493, and MewMewPower389 (I love her name….). Umm….. NOFX rules! K, randomness….. Oh! Here's this:
Unclaimer: Eat my shorts. But yes, it's the brilliance of Clamp, now bite-sized! Whatever.
IMPORTANT! READ THIS! This chap starts out in a slight flashback. Right after the girls were placed in the rooms for the night. What did you think I would leave you to imagine what Eriol would do? Never! Mua-ha-ha! Just from their POV. E+T get their own section since I love them as much as S+S, so you can skip it if you want. I'll label (in up-coming future) any E+T smoochy stuff if you wish to skip it. Do as you wish. Have fun I guess. Love you!
Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
Tomoyo felt herself shaking as she was pushed roughly into the room by the guards. She didn't notice the rough treatment or the way they gave her weary looks. The room around her was completely dark. "Hiragizawa? Where are you?" she called, hoping her voice sounded better to him then it did to her. "Stop fooling with me and come out! Now!" she cried, getting very nervous. "But I have Daidojii." The soft, sensuous voice was directly behind her, right at her neck. She whipped around, hand in a fist, but hit nothing. This confused her, but she held her stance. "Come out! I won't fall for any of your tricks!" she cried.
Soft hands wrapped around her shoulders and yanked her down, hard. She cried out and fell to the ground. "Hiragizawa! Don't you touch me!" she screamed, but she still felt soft hands gently sliding on her neck. She was shivering now, and her legs were butter stopping her from getting up. Two arms wrapped around her and picked her up easily. "No... Put me… down…" the protest was barely that. He gently laid her on the bed, and she felt his lips just above hers, hovering, as if asking for permission. She granted it, and leaned foreword, eagerly wanting to meet him there…. A candle flashed into existence. Tomoyo blinked fiercely, cursing out loud in every language she knew. There was a sigh. "Ever the exuberant one aren't we?" her flashing eyes found his figure on the other side of the room. She tried to keep her mouth closed. 'How had he done it?' She kept asking.
He gave her no answers just stared at her from across the room. "What do I have to do to convince you Daidojii-san? I love you." She hissed at him again, and sprawled on the bed, feeling like a fool, she felt tears spring. She realized she had never shed a tear for her homeland, had been as strong as she could for Sakura and keeping impassive for this man. She had not yet taken her turn to cry. She needed it. But not here damnitt! Anywhere but here! But the tears came, and they came fast. They split before she had any say in the matter. Eriol across the room was somehow instantly next to her. His arm went around her shoulder and she knelt into him, letting him embrace her weight. Kind caring Tomoyo, nice, sweet strong Tomoyo needed her time to cry as well, but why did it have to be with him?
She cursed again, but buried her head deeper, as if making her own protests invalid. There was something off about the way she burst into tears. It was like she felt this was the only person she could cry in front of. Her nemesis. She pulled her head up to look at him. His smile was kind and sweet, but there seemed to be something that disturbed her behind it. Like a shadow lurked just below the surface. He seemed to notice her observing this and he interrupted her thoughts: "Are you tired?" he questioned. This distracted her, as she let out a small mew in an attempt of a yawn. His eyes crinkled in the corners in warmth. "Let's lie you down, eh?" she grabbed the front of his robe roughly. "Hiragizawa, just for now, let's pretend we're friends. Stay here with me. The bed is large enough for both of us." Her own words shocked her. She didn't know she was so daring. He seemed to hold back for a moment.
Then he made his decision. "Do you truly trust me?" he asked, not wanting to be tied up again. "No. But…I don't feel like being alone in this huge bed right now." She seemed so helpless to him… he was sure in the morning she would hate herself, so he took advantage of her being so open right now. "I suppose so Daidojii-san. But tomorrow we shall hate each other again I suppose?" there was amusement in his question. She thought for a moment. "Hate is such a strong word. How about strongly dislike?" He smiled a true smile. Tomoyo's cheeks tinted. "Sure. Whatever you wish." Having said, he helped her slide into the bed, before taking the other end. He didn't tell her he planned to leave as soon as she fell asleep. He didn't want to, she was ethereal when she was sleeping, but he had a bastard dark wizard to check on.
His thoughts turned to the man. He was a lanky thing, hardly looking of a threat to anyone, but his magic was as powerful, if not slightly more, as Eriol's. Small, gangly looking and with a shock of red hair and freckles he dappled in the powers of the darkness in order to balance China's magic. Eriol was the Light and Dunkel was the Dark. A foreigner that had appeared to the king suddenly claiming to have great power. He worked his way into the court easily. There was something Eriol didn't trust about him. He strongly suspected that the Dark controlled him instead of the other way around. He was too young to have mastered what he knew. He was indeed a nemesis for Eriol. He had some deep hatred for Li that apparently went back to childhood when the man had appeared. He had not aged. Which was not all too bad a thing, Eriol had shown no hint of his true age either. Still…. He needed to see him and ask if the strange storm from today had been his control.
After all lighting could not start up that easily to confuse troops on the battlefield. Li had been separated. Eriol was not worried. This always happened. His thoughts slammed down around him as two slightly cold, shaking arms looped around his neck, yanking him to a slightly cold body. "Not a word you bastard." Tomoyo growled as she buried her face into his neck. He was confused, but loving it, so was not about to complain. He let himself gently encircle her in his arms while she cried herself to sleep. He smiled slightly as her breathing evened out and she eventually fell asleep. He truly loved her. Too bad she hated him. Or what had she said? 'Strongly dislike'? Interesting…… "I can see you're going to be quite a challenge Daidojii-san." He whispered into her hair. Inhaling its sweet scent, he found himself being lulled into a calm sleep. He hadn't slept well in such a long time……
Back to recent and end of last chappie
Sakura threw Eriol's door open and tried to ignore her shock of Eriol and Tomoyo tangled together in the bed. They were like lovers. Oh Tomoyo would never live this down. Eriol was up in a second, alert, and slightly frazzled form Tomoyo steadily running her hands through his hair. "Priestess? What's wrong?" he looked rather worried. He should be. "Li… fainted, come quick, I think he's…" she didn't want to say it. "Dying." Eriol was past her in a whirl of black robe, and Tomoyo was at Sakura's side, placing a supportive arm on her shoulder. Sakura clutched to her friend and let her lead her down the hallway. They entered the room fast.
Eriol was over the bed, observing silently, a very grim look on his face. "He's…..
Alive..." he managed. "But he will die if I don't get some help. Sakura, can you make a tea or brew to soothe the blood fever that will soon be upon him?" Sakura nodded, wanting to help at any cost. She left Tomoyo's warm support to sift through her dresser. She'd asked Ying-Fah for herbs and such. She needed a supply for where ever she went. She began as Eriol turned on Tomoyo. "Go to the servant's quarters and find Ying-Fah. Tell her to find out what happened to his troops, and where they all went. Then see if anyone knows why he came here and not the infirmary." He spoke in a quiet firm voice that left no room for argument. Tomoyo nodded, just as solemn, and was gone. Eriol rubbed his hands together.
"This will be a long night…." He muttered. Looking to Li's peaceful (eerily peaceful) face he sighed. "What have you gotten me into this time, prick?" he asked. No response.
It took the whole night, but Eriol managed to get Li healed enough so that he would live. His wounds would leave slight scars because of the lateness of the healing, but he should be fine. If the fever didn't take him. They needed it to break, or he wouldn't survive the next day. The brew Sakura made helped greatly, and with a small charm of protection she learned it helped even more, but the fever didn't finally break until that afternoon.
Li awoke. The first thing he noticed was that there was something on his stomach. Groaning as the pain, hunger and extreme thirst hit him, it took him a few minutes for the world to stop spinning. It did, eventually, and he was able to realize he was in his room, and there was a very cloudy form hovering…. in a chair next to his bed. And the head of that form rested on his stomach. He then realized that it was a woman, for her breasts brushed his side every time she breathed, and he rather liked it. (AN: he's a man after all) he was dazed and confused, so he decided not to ask any questions yet. He let his head pound and his stomach roar for just a bit longer before he finally got enough courage to wake the girl.
She sat up and rubbed her eyes, and Syaoran's heart skipped a beat. It was the priestess. The one he'd needed to see. The woman he'd dragged himself up here in a delirium to see before his certain death. But was he dead? No. He was alive, he was almost sure of that. "Oh thank Kami you woke up." She cried, eyes watering. She kissed him gently on the forehead, which only dazed him more, and asked him if he was hungry. He could not yet speak, so he only nodded carefully, not wanting to upset his head. She smiled brightly, before bouncing up and heading out the door. This left a very dirty, smelly confused and slightly nervous Syaoran.
AN2: well, that's it. Sorry it's so short… again. I just can't write em long, plus I'm reeeeeeaaaallllyyy tired. But I love all of you sooooooooooo much! All of you people who thought I would kill Syaoran! Never! Who would encourage the ladies to torture Eriol? Who would be silently brooding and sulky? Who would be there to make a mood dark? We need Syaoran! K, luv all of you!
Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
"Showers are for quitters. Just like rehab."
Some random kid when asked why he smelled so bad