A Trapped Sakura:

Chapter Twelve:

Authoresses' Notes: I'm back! It's all good, my muse was being very rude and purposely deciding I was not worthy, so I was not worthy. Until now, and until I realized how horrible I feel when a new chappie of something I'm reading takes a long time! I hope I finish this tonight. I saw a spider and had to have my mom kill it. I'm not really a wimp, but I HATE spiders! Ech! Focus! Okay, you must all listen to these songs: Unwritten Law: Save Me, Queen: Somebody to Love (I'm a Queen freak) A Perfect Circle: Passive and Breaking Benjamin: So Cold…. So good. I might be getting my novel published! Life is sweet! All right, shout-out to my homies: Mimi, (cuz I got like twelve reviews from her!) OvEr-dOsE44 (yer name is kick ass! Bless lack school security, I check my mail in school all the time), Alima, Tamara2187, Erika-chan, iluvanime493, (showers can be….misleading, especially when in my perverted hands) and Illusion Dragon, again, (Lady Tomboy, you too, I'll send a muse yer way, I promise!) and that's it. Those are the reviews that made me want to write! So, review again I guess….. I don't have anything funny to say… sorry. Hope you like it! I re-checked some earlier chappies and corrected the horrible mistakes… so check back and see if something you didn't comprehend (am a grammar-freak because I'm a dork) rock on everyone!

Kurai-Tenshi of Doom (rules)

Eriol made his way as casually as he could through the halls despite his roiling mind. A fire so deep and scorching burned in his eyes unlike anything ever seen. Servants cowered back as he strode though the halls. Stone-faced he focused on his destination. Even from the other side of the castle he could sense the spells the bastard sorcerer placed around his room. He had reason to be scared. As Eriol came to the winding staircase that led to the man's room, he ascended arms tucked firmly behind his back, hands gripping each other. (AN: hope you get that….) his black cloak flew behind him, looking too much like his mood. A dark ominous cloud. The door seemed to appear before his clouded eyes.

He stopped, knowing the bastard already knew he was here. Eriol had well sent out his magical aura before he'd arrived. He sensed no approaching to the door. So he knocked. May as well humor the bastard. He pulled a rein on his temper momentarily. The door was pulled open with a psychic force. A rush of dark, stinking magic reached Eriol's psychic nose. (AN: it is possible to have a psychic nose, weird huh?) He tried not to retch. The maliciously glittering eyes made him want to stop trying not to retch. "Dunkel." He nodded, remaining civil. Mostly. He couldn't help the slight snarl on the end of his words. "Eriol." The squeaky voice was not welcome. "Have you noticed the weather lately? Not pleasant." Eriol delighted in the slight flicker of what he identified as fear in the man's eyes. "No. I have been in this room since last night." Eriol's eyes narrowed to needle-points.

The fire was back with a black ferocity. (AN: fire is our friend. Feed our friends….) Dunkel tried to remain calm, denying the rumors of the black anger of the Light sorcerer. Ironic, no? Eriol lifted one hand with painstaking slowness enjoying the pre-meditated flinch of the other magic-user. He flicked his hair from his eyes, smirking. "Something wrong? You act so flighty. As if you thought that by hurting someone you would be punished. No, I don't believe in punishment. At least not using it by that term. I'm more of a fan of torture. I enjoy the torturous screams of those being ripped into pieces by either my own hand, or my magic. Then again, you're supposed to be the evil one." He looked to the man, evil smile playing about his seductive lips.

"Could you torture someone Dunkel? Take them apart piece by piece, literally, until they gave in. Well, I don't quit there. Oh no, there are many ways to keep them suffering. For eons if you wanted. But then again, I've only studied the dark magic that deals with Death Gathering for eight or nine years. I'm just the master. I don't use that skill though. Only on those who think they have superior power to my own. Do you know anyone like that Dunkel? Anyone who abuses their power to be slave to all that is evil? I'm trying to think. Oh yes! There is…." He trailed off and shrugged looking purposely into the shivering man's eyes. He smiled and walked back to the door. Over his shoulder he said in a voice dripping ice: "I suppose judgment can only be taken when needed. Oh right! Li has told me the oddest story about black magic. Hmm…I suppose I'll have to use my judgment soon." the door closed on his voice.

In the hall Eriol flicked the hair from his eyes. He sighed and focused on his magical center. He'd almost gone after the man right there. Drawing from his power to its full effect always took a toll on him for awhile. He needed something to calm him and fast or else he could seriously hurt someone with his power levels running this unchecked. He made his way back to his room, regretting even for a moment turning his back on the gathering power in the room behind him.

Sakura ran into the kitchen, tripping and sliding a few feet before landing in a pathetic pile at the feet of Ying-Fah. She pulled the girl up, making Sakura cringe. "Is the prince all right?" she asked. Sakura recovered from her panting fit and asked for water and a meal. In that order. Ying-Fah gave her a critical look that could shrivel anyone, before she ordered water to be brought in a pitcher. Giving Sakura a once-over- from her dust coated face to her grimy outfit from skidding on the floor- she ordered someone to carry the pitcher for her.

Li's eyes seemed to be working better now. 'I need a bath.' Was his first reasonable thought. Then Sakura entered his mind, and she seemed to stick there. His forehead was still warm from her kiss. He wished she would come back, the sun was greatly hurting his eyes. He preferred her warmth to the blazing sun anyways. He tried to remember what had happened to him in the woods. He remembered getting separated from his army. It had been as if one minute they were there, the next gone. He remembered a cardinal…. Maybe it was a cardinal…. A red bird of some kind leading him into the woods. Then…. He cried out as a searing pain sliced thorough his head. The memory was gone from him. He couldn't even remember entering the woods. It was all black. But there was a memory. Something had happened, he just couldn't remember…. He knew he needed to, he just couldn't.

Not right now anyways. Later perhaps. Having settled this with himself, he waited anxiously for his beautiful priestess to return with his water.

Sakura did return, only moments later with a servant in tow carrying a large pitcher of water. The servant left it on the desk and let Sakura handle it from there. She did and soon Li was drinking deeply and feeling ten times better. Although a dull ache was starting in his chest. He lowered his cup and watched Sakura who was avoiding his eyes. She sat fiddling with her hands in her lap at his bedside. "Priestess? Is something wrong?" she seemed to cringe at his formal address. Still avoiding his eyes she asked the question that had been bothering her through the night: "Why?" Li blinked stupidly. "Why what?" he asked. "Why did you come here instead of going to the infirmary?" Sakura elaborated.

Li understood and decided that since he barely understood his sense, he would tell her his feelings on the matter. "I wanted to see you." Now it was her turn to look stupid. "What?" she sputtered. "I wanted to see you. I thought I would die. Somehow I knew I needed to see you again." He waited with baited breath, terrified of the rejection he knew was to come. The last thing he expected was exactly what she did. She threw her arms around him and tucked her head awkwardly into his neck. A flush he was unashamed of spread across his skin.

She was shivering… and... crying? "Sakura, what's wrong?" he asked. He loved saying that beautiful name. He wished to say it over and over. She hiccupped and slid herself onto the bed, therefore onto Li's lap. Her slim legs were resting at his thighs. Li tried to keep control, but it was getting soooooo difficult. He believed she was unaware of how deeply he wanted her and how thoroughly she affected him. Her arms were like a vice around his chest. "Li, I was so scared! I thought you were going to die! And you thought it too, because you…" she trailed off as the kiss re-entered her mind. Unwillingly her eyes flicked to his lips and she remembered the fire drawn from that kiss. Denying to herself that she wanted more she rambled on.

"Li, I really thought I was going to loose you and….I was so scared. I'm so happy now that you're better." "Sakura….I want to apologize. Did I take advantage of you? I was delirious. I think I kissed you." He seemed withdrawn and ashamed. "Li…." Sakura trailed off, but not before she planted a sweet kiss on his cheek. Li's hands tightened around her middle. He finally met her eyes and he liked the desire that burned there. Taking a deep breath he realized how far this could go. Just one plunge….. The door was thrown open clanging against the wall loudly. Li growled, frustrated at the perfectly timed interruptions every time. "Li!" Eriol. Li growled again. Eriol sounded earnest, and Sakura was immediately embarrassed at being found straddling the prince's chest and a pinkie's length away from kissing him.

She jumped up and fell to a pile on the floor. Li groaned as he sat up, and gently lifted Sakura into his arms, placing her down carefully. "This better be good." He shot to the serious sorcerer. Sakura, timid and beet red noticed a nervous Tomoyo behind Eriol. Li was watching Eriol intently. He seemed solemn and as if he carried some burden. "Li….it's the king...

He was murdered."

AN2: Yep…. Dun-dun-dun! Sorry, tired. But at least I did it…..hell yeah! Next chappie will start as a sorta flashback, of like right after Eriol visited Dunkel. There's something in-between there. Now then, I love you, and will be writing soon I hope! Sorry this is short…..again. I love you all, and hope you find me good enough to review….no flames you assmunches! K, here you go, the whole reason you read this:

"My mom said she learned how to swim when someone threw her off the side of a boat into a lake. I said mom, they weren't trying to teach you how to swim…"

Here's another:

"Bombs are smarter than high school students. At least bombs can find Afghanistan."

Not that funny today, sorry.

Kurai-Tenshi