Chapter 4 - Doesn't really matter
As Sakura stared into those amber eyes, she felt her knees go weak, but it was only a momentary sensation and she regained her composure quickly. She matched his cold stare, and said in icy tone;
"What do you want from me?"
"Sit down." He commanded.
She was getting annoyed as nobody ever had the right to order her around, but seeing as she was being held captive, it didn't leave her much choice. She sat obediently on the edge of the bed and waited. She watched as the person paced around the room, and took in his perfectly sculped body, strong muscles evident under his dark jeans and tight black shirt. He walked to the window, shut it, and then turned to her.
"Well let's just put it this way. We just want you to stay here until ours means are fulfilled."
Sakura looked at him in disdain. He, or they, wanted something, but they weren't coming out and saying it.
"Really. And how long will it take to achieve your 'means'?"
"That depends."
"On?"
"How much you are cared about."
Sakura was getting tired of this round-a-bout talking.
"What the hell are you talking about? How much I'm cared about? What do you mean, how much my fans love me, how much my manager needs me?"
The guy ignored her question, and headed for the door.
"I don't really think that it would be neccesary for you to know all of these things. I'll have one of the girls bring you up some food later on. By the way, I'm Syaoran. Leader of the Wolves, I'm sure you know of us.", He said,walking through the door, smirking as he heard Sakura's sharp intake of breath.
Sakura watched the door close, but her thoughts had already turned inward. The Dragons. The infamous rival gang. Suddenly she knew why she was here, and she started to panic. She needed to get out of here, now. She needed to find a way to make sure that her brother didn't fall for the trap, that he didn't come to any harm, just becuase of her. However, she didn't know what she would do. She was a prisoner, trapped and seperated from the outside world. Also, there was no way that her kidnapping would stay quiet. Tom would probably be frantic, and the fact that she had not attended the gala yesterday would only make things worse. She paced around the room, but couldn't come up with anything.
She looked around the room once again. Apart from the bed and window, there was also a large plasma TV on the wall, a dresser and a large wardrobe. She walked over the wardrobe and opened the large oak doors, revealing a large assortment of clothes. Many were her own, all were in her size, and the ones that weren't hers were designer, many that she wore, but some she had never modelled for. She sighed, and looked down are herself, she was stil wearing the outfit that she had intended for the gala. She picked a pair a black pants and a pink sleeveless t-shirt. She walke over to the door, and pulled on the door. It was locked, and didn't budge, but she didn't really expect in to.
She walked over to the bed, picked up the remote on the dresser and settled herself in for a boring day, actually many boring days. She didn't know how wrong she was.
It was around mid-day when she was aroused from her light sleep by a knock on the door. She had been watching a plotless soap-opera, and hadn't even noticed when she had fallen asleep. She walked over to the door, and opened it. There, Syaoran stood, holding a tray of food. She thrust it roughly at her, and closed the door. She could her him lock it. She brought the tray down and set it down on the dresser. She looked at it in contempt. Even though shewas quite hungry, she had not inclination to eat any of it. She returned to her channel surfing.
Syoaran didn't return for the tray until late at night. He unlocked the door, to find the little model sleeping soundly in the bed, looking small becuase of the bed's size. His graze slightly softened, until he saw that all the food on the tray was still there. Every drop of soup, every piece of meat, was still on the tray. He suddenly felt angry, at the girl, and even though the news of her disappearance had been broadcasting over the airwaves, they had been no news of Touya. They were both rebelling against him, and showed that he couldn't predict or control any of them.
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Day after day, it was the same thing. Syaoran would bring her food, at varying intervals, but it didn't matter. Each time, he returned, the food still on the tray. One day, almost a week since she had been in the mansion, Tomoyo and Meilin witnessed Syoaran coming down the stairs with the tray, and the food of course. They frowned. hey knew models didn't eat as much most people, but it wasn't healthy to go almost a week without food. They had been noticing this, but hadn't spoken up, but Meilin thought that it was getting ridiculous. The girl woudn't be any use if she stared to death.
"You know, I think you should try harder to ger her to eat. It wouldn't benefit us if she got sick."
Syaoran set her death glare, even though it didn't have any affect on her.
"Meilin, I don't have time to beg her to eat. Either she eats it, or she goes hungry."
Meilin was about to open her mouth to protest, but Syaoran was already walking away. He figured that she would try again tonight, and if she didn't eat it, he wouldn't even bother to bring up food. He couldn't really understand why he had even bothered bringing up the food himself each day. He certainly had better things to do. Things were just different with the girl he didn't really know why, or did he - ?
When he brought up the tray of food that night, he didn't knock like he usually did, but just opened the door. She was changing when he opened the door, so he closed it, but he kept it open just a crack. He didn't even know why he just felt compelled to do so, it wasn't like she was naked or anything. He watched as she took off he shirt, revealing smooth, peachy skin. That is, except for a scar that was from about mid-back on the left side, and ran down to he waistline on her right side. He stifled a large intake of breath.
He closed the door and knocked, pretending that he had just arrived. She didn't even open the door.
"I'm not hungry." she called out. Syaoran clenched his jaw. Fine. Just fine. If that was the was she wanted things it was fine with him.
He stompped down the stairs, where Tomoyo and Meilin were waiting at the foot of the stairs. They just shook their heads. Meilin took ahold of the tray, and Tomoyo followed her. Pretended to go into the living room, but decided that he would go up their in a few minutes and see what was happening if the girls didn't come down.
The girls approahed the door with slight apprehension. They looked at each other, but they had to do what the had to do. Tomoyo knocked lightly on the door.
"Go away Syoaran. I don't want any food. I'd rather die."
They both shook their heads. Tomoyo put her key the in door and unlocked it. Inside, there was a beautiful girl sitting on the bed staring at the TV screen, however, she had a slightly sickly look about her, which concurred with the fact she had eaten for days.
Meilin extened her hand, and the girl shook it.
"Hi, I'm Meilin, and this," she motioned towards the ebody haired girl, " is Tomoyo."
"Hi, I'm Sakura." she plastered a fake smile on her face. Both the other girls could tell that she wasn't being real.
"You can take that smile off your face, we both know it's only works on the runway."
Sakura was taken aback. Never before had anybody ever been able to tell if her smile was fake or not. Well, nobody except her brother.
The girls had sat down on the bed, and began to talk to her.
"Sakura please, just eat something."
"Why? So I can stay alive so you can lure my brother into a trap?"
"No Sakura! It's just, well, we'd really like us to at least be on good terms, maybe even friends, and it's really not fun if you are in a house where you think everybody hates you."
Sakura managed a small, weak, but real smile. She looked at the food on the tray but stilll didn't eat it. The others noticed her hesitation.
"Please, just eat it. We can even tell Syaoran that you flushed it down the toilet, just eat it."
Sakura smiled gratefully, and began to eat the food slowly. When she was about half done, she looked at Tomoyo and Meilin in half surprised.
"Not that I don't enjoy the company, but don't you have anything else to do?"
Tomoyo smiled. "No, not really. It's Sunday, there really isn't much." She motioned towards the TV, which Sakura had shut off, upon them coming in. "Can I?" Sakura nodded. She turned the TV on, and turned to a local news channel. Like the days before, there were bulletins of the possible where-about of Sakura. Sakura looked up at stopped eating for a moment, as she was reminded of her surrondings, and the conditions in which she was here. Meilin looked at her worried, and Tomoyo quickly changed the channel. It was now and international news channel, which only had some boring weather, but then the anchor man had a breaking news report.
"Good evening every, I'm Kent Brocovich, and we have breaking news on the kidnapping of international model, Sakura Kinomoto. It is believed that - " Tomoyo shut off the television hastily. Sakura had finished eating, but there was a very awkward feeling of the room. Meilin was glaring.
"I told Syaoran to get more channels. All news and no movies make people go crazy!", she stated suddenly, making everybody laugh. She turned to Sakura.
"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Sakura shook her head, so Meilin proceeded.
"What's it like? Being an international model and all?"
Sakura grimaced. "It's not as fun or glamourous as you may think. There's always somebody else telling me what to do, somethings I think that I can't control anything in my own life, but then, I keep doing it. I guess it just keeps me busy, I don't even need the money."
The other girls nodded in partial understanding.
"Why is it that in all your interviews, you state yourself as being an only child?"
"Touya thought it would be better that way. I couldn't succeed if my brother was supposed to be a gangster, would I?" She got up off, the bed and began to pace around, stretching as she went. As she stretched her hands, her shirt lifted a little in the back, but enough to reveal the scar to the girls. They gasped, and Sakura sighed, sitting back down. This was it.
"H-how did you get that?" Tomoyo asked with wide eyes.
Sakura sighed. She didn't really want to tell her story, but it didn't seem as though she had much of a choice.
"It's a long story." The girls looked at her.
"We have a long time."
She took a deep breath and plunged into her story.
"Forget everything that you may have heard or read about me, it's all one complex lie that was supposed to be my life, none of it's true. My mom didn't die in a car wreck, I wasn't a happy child with tons of friends. The only person that I ever had was Touya. When I was three, my mother commited suicide. She took a bottle of sleeping pills and slit her writs. I was the one who found her. My father didn't even try to have a docter help her. He said it was too late, but somethings I doubt that, maybe we could have saved her.
The happiest time in my life must have been with my mother, but I knew it couldn't last, even then. My father was very abusive. He was an alcoholic too, which didn't help the situation. Eery night he'd come home, breath heavy with liquor, and yell, scream and hit my mother. Maybe before, before I was born they were happy, but I don't know. I never say them as a happy couple, and Touya refuses to think that he even has a father.
When my mother died, my father turned his abusive behaviour towards me. I probably started when I was five. Little things, like hitting me, but then it slowly got worse. When I was twelve, he raped me for the first time. Touya had no idea what was going on. He had started to becoe immersed in the world of the Dragons, and soon there was no turning back. I was careful to never show any bruises to Touya, and evidence, but Touya probably knew that somethings was a little off. One night, a few years later, Touya came home earlier than he usually did, and all hell broke loose. My father had just finished with me, and I was lying on the couch crying. My father was passed out on the ground. When Touya walked in, and witnessed the scene, I can only guess what happened next. I was nearly blacked out myself. All I remember is Touya packing up my clothes and belongings, and his, loading them into his car, and driving me off to a hotel.
On the way there, I was apologising, thinking that things were my faults, but he didn't say much. All he said that he never wanted me to say sorry again, and I was never going back to the hell-hole, he was making sure of it. I spent the night at the hotel alone, I have no idea where Touya went, but the next day, when I was channel surfing, I saw on the news that our house had burned to the ground. As the newscasters said, there was no proof or arson, yet the cause of the fire was unknown. There were no survivors.
A week after that, we moved to the house that we're currently living. It was then that the former leader of the Dragons died, of natural cuases. He had no heir, so it was up to the dragons to vote for their new leader. They choose Touya by a wide margin. I had never seen him happier, and I had never been prouder. After begging him for a long time, he finally let me go to one of the Dragon's parties. That's where I met him.
David. Blonde hair, like the shining sun, and dark intense eyes that defied a label. Maybe it was love at first sight, maybe it was just infatuation. Whatever it was, I couldn't get enough of him, he was like a drug. He had me hooked, and there was nothing I could do. Even though Touya trusted David, as one of his best friends, he didn't like anybody around me, so naturally he wasn't all that happy, but I could tell he was happy for me. After all these years of pain, I had finally found somebody that could make me happy. That's what both Touya and I thought. But we thought wrong. One night, a year after we had been going out, things started unravel. David had his mind on sleeping with me, whether I wanted to or not. He had me pretty beaten up. The last thing I remember is him throwing me into a floor length mirror in my house. I don't know if he did rape me or not. I woke up in my bed, with Touya sleeping in a car beside me. It took 46 stitches to close the wound in my back from the mirror and I never saw David again.
For all I know and care, both my father and David sre dead, but there are just some wounds that never heal, some that time can't make better."
She lifted her head and looked at Meilin and Tomoyo for the first time since she had started her story. They both looked very shocked, and sad. Tomoyo was the first to recover.
"Omigod! You poor thing!" she lunged at Sakura and englulfed her in a big hug. Sakura looked at Meilin in panic. She laughed.
"Let go Tomoyo, or else she'll choke to death." Tomoyo released Sakura, her eyes brimming with tears. Sakura softened and felt an instant bond with the two girls.
"You must be bored to death in this room.", Meilin stated looking around the room. It was extremely bare compared to all the other rooms.
"Yeah, but what are you going to do." she stated.
"Well, I could beg Syaoran to let you wander the house, but I'm not sure how he's going to react to that though."
Sakura looked at her in amazement. "You'd do that for me?"
The others laughed. "Why not? Anywho, we should be going now, Syaoran will be wondering what happened. Keep up hope Sakura." They walked to the door, locked it, and again Sakura was left with nobody but herself, but under the circumstances, she was remarkably cheerier.
As Tomoyo and Meilin walked down the hall, the door beside Sakura's door opened and out came Syaoran. He had heard everything.
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As Sakura stared into those amber eyes, she felt her knees go weak, but it was only a momentary sensation and she regained her composure quickly. She matched his cold stare, and said in icy tone;
"What do you want from me?"
"Sit down." He commanded.
She was getting annoyed as nobody ever had the right to order her around, but seeing as she was being held captive, it didn't leave her much choice. She sat obediently on the edge of the bed and waited. She watched as the person paced around the room, and took in his perfectly sculped body, strong muscles evident under his dark jeans and tight black shirt. He walked to the window, shut it, and then turned to her.
"Well let's just put it this way. We just want you to stay here until ours means are fulfilled."
Sakura looked at him in disdain. He, or they, wanted something, but they weren't coming out and saying it.
"Really. And how long will it take to achieve your 'means'?"
"That depends."
"On?"
"How much you are cared about."
Sakura was getting tired of this round-a-bout talking.
"What the hell are you talking about? How much I'm cared about? What do you mean, how much my fans love me, how much my manager needs me?"
The guy ignored her question, and headed for the door.
"I don't really think that it would be neccesary for you to know all of these things. I'll have one of the girls bring you up some food later on. By the way, I'm Syaoran. Leader of the Wolves, I'm sure you know of us.", He said,walking through the door, smirking as he heard Sakura's sharp intake of breath.
Sakura watched the door close, but her thoughts had already turned inward. The Dragons. The infamous rival gang. Suddenly she knew why she was here, and she started to panic. She needed to get out of here, now. She needed to find a way to make sure that her brother didn't fall for the trap, that he didn't come to any harm, just becuase of her. However, she didn't know what she would do. She was a prisoner, trapped and seperated from the outside world. Also, there was no way that her kidnapping would stay quiet. Tom would probably be frantic, and the fact that she had not attended the gala yesterday would only make things worse. She paced around the room, but couldn't come up with anything.
She looked around the room once again. Apart from the bed and window, there was also a large plasma TV on the wall, a dresser and a large wardrobe. She walked over the wardrobe and opened the large oak doors, revealing a large assortment of clothes. Many were her own, all were in her size, and the ones that weren't hers were designer, many that she wore, but some she had never modelled for. She sighed, and looked down are herself, she was stil wearing the outfit that she had intended for the gala. She picked a pair a black pants and a pink sleeveless t-shirt. She walke over to the door, and pulled on the door. It was locked, and didn't budge, but she didn't really expect in to.
She walked over to the bed, picked up the remote on the dresser and settled herself in for a boring day, actually many boring days. She didn't know how wrong she was.
It was around mid-day when she was aroused from her light sleep by a knock on the door. She had been watching a plotless soap-opera, and hadn't even noticed when she had fallen asleep. She walked over to the door, and opened it. There, Syaoran stood, holding a tray of food. She thrust it roughly at her, and closed the door. She could her him lock it. She brought the tray down and set it down on the dresser. She looked at it in contempt. Even though shewas quite hungry, she had not inclination to eat any of it. She returned to her channel surfing.
Syoaran didn't return for the tray until late at night. He unlocked the door, to find the little model sleeping soundly in the bed, looking small becuase of the bed's size. His graze slightly softened, until he saw that all the food on the tray was still there. Every drop of soup, every piece of meat, was still on the tray. He suddenly felt angry, at the girl, and even though the news of her disappearance had been broadcasting over the airwaves, they had been no news of Touya. They were both rebelling against him, and showed that he couldn't predict or control any of them.
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Day after day, it was the same thing. Syaoran would bring her food, at varying intervals, but it didn't matter. Each time, he returned, the food still on the tray. One day, almost a week since she had been in the mansion, Tomoyo and Meilin witnessed Syoaran coming down the stairs with the tray, and the food of course. They frowned. hey knew models didn't eat as much most people, but it wasn't healthy to go almost a week without food. They had been noticing this, but hadn't spoken up, but Meilin thought that it was getting ridiculous. The girl woudn't be any use if she stared to death.
"You know, I think you should try harder to ger her to eat. It wouldn't benefit us if she got sick."
Syaoran set her death glare, even though it didn't have any affect on her.
"Meilin, I don't have time to beg her to eat. Either she eats it, or she goes hungry."
Meilin was about to open her mouth to protest, but Syaoran was already walking away. He figured that she would try again tonight, and if she didn't eat it, he wouldn't even bother to bring up food. He couldn't really understand why he had even bothered bringing up the food himself each day. He certainly had better things to do. Things were just different with the girl he didn't really know why, or did he - ?
When he brought up the tray of food that night, he didn't knock like he usually did, but just opened the door. She was changing when he opened the door, so he closed it, but he kept it open just a crack. He didn't even know why he just felt compelled to do so, it wasn't like she was naked or anything. He watched as she took off he shirt, revealing smooth, peachy skin. That is, except for a scar that was from about mid-back on the left side, and ran down to he waistline on her right side. He stifled a large intake of breath.
He closed the door and knocked, pretending that he had just arrived. She didn't even open the door.
"I'm not hungry." she called out. Syaoran clenched his jaw. Fine. Just fine. If that was the was she wanted things it was fine with him.
He stompped down the stairs, where Tomoyo and Meilin were waiting at the foot of the stairs. They just shook their heads. Meilin took ahold of the tray, and Tomoyo followed her. Pretended to go into the living room, but decided that he would go up their in a few minutes and see what was happening if the girls didn't come down.
The girls approahed the door with slight apprehension. They looked at each other, but they had to do what the had to do. Tomoyo knocked lightly on the door.
"Go away Syoaran. I don't want any food. I'd rather die."
They both shook their heads. Tomoyo put her key the in door and unlocked it. Inside, there was a beautiful girl sitting on the bed staring at the TV screen, however, she had a slightly sickly look about her, which concurred with the fact she had eaten for days.
Meilin extened her hand, and the girl shook it.
"Hi, I'm Meilin, and this," she motioned towards the ebody haired girl, " is Tomoyo."
"Hi, I'm Sakura." she plastered a fake smile on her face. Both the other girls could tell that she wasn't being real.
"You can take that smile off your face, we both know it's only works on the runway."
Sakura was taken aback. Never before had anybody ever been able to tell if her smile was fake or not. Well, nobody except her brother.
The girls had sat down on the bed, and began to talk to her.
"Sakura please, just eat something."
"Why? So I can stay alive so you can lure my brother into a trap?"
"No Sakura! It's just, well, we'd really like us to at least be on good terms, maybe even friends, and it's really not fun if you are in a house where you think everybody hates you."
Sakura managed a small, weak, but real smile. She looked at the food on the tray but stilll didn't eat it. The others noticed her hesitation.
"Please, just eat it. We can even tell Syaoran that you flushed it down the toilet, just eat it."
Sakura smiled gratefully, and began to eat the food slowly. When she was about half done, she looked at Tomoyo and Meilin in half surprised.
"Not that I don't enjoy the company, but don't you have anything else to do?"
Tomoyo smiled. "No, not really. It's Sunday, there really isn't much." She motioned towards the TV, which Sakura had shut off, upon them coming in. "Can I?" Sakura nodded. She turned the TV on, and turned to a local news channel. Like the days before, there were bulletins of the possible where-about of Sakura. Sakura looked up at stopped eating for a moment, as she was reminded of her surrondings, and the conditions in which she was here. Meilin looked at her worried, and Tomoyo quickly changed the channel. It was now and international news channel, which only had some boring weather, but then the anchor man had a breaking news report.
"Good evening every, I'm Kent Brocovich, and we have breaking news on the kidnapping of international model, Sakura Kinomoto. It is believed that - " Tomoyo shut off the television hastily. Sakura had finished eating, but there was a very awkward feeling of the room. Meilin was glaring.
"I told Syaoran to get more channels. All news and no movies make people go crazy!", she stated suddenly, making everybody laugh. She turned to Sakura.
"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Sakura shook her head, so Meilin proceeded.
"What's it like? Being an international model and all?"
Sakura grimaced. "It's not as fun or glamourous as you may think. There's always somebody else telling me what to do, somethings I think that I can't control anything in my own life, but then, I keep doing it. I guess it just keeps me busy, I don't even need the money."
The other girls nodded in partial understanding.
"Why is it that in all your interviews, you state yourself as being an only child?"
"Touya thought it would be better that way. I couldn't succeed if my brother was supposed to be a gangster, would I?" She got up off, the bed and began to pace around, stretching as she went. As she stretched her hands, her shirt lifted a little in the back, but enough to reveal the scar to the girls. They gasped, and Sakura sighed, sitting back down. This was it.
"H-how did you get that?" Tomoyo asked with wide eyes.
Sakura sighed. She didn't really want to tell her story, but it didn't seem as though she had much of a choice.
"It's a long story." The girls looked at her.
"We have a long time."
She took a deep breath and plunged into her story.
"Forget everything that you may have heard or read about me, it's all one complex lie that was supposed to be my life, none of it's true. My mom didn't die in a car wreck, I wasn't a happy child with tons of friends. The only person that I ever had was Touya. When I was three, my mother commited suicide. She took a bottle of sleeping pills and slit her writs. I was the one who found her. My father didn't even try to have a docter help her. He said it was too late, but somethings I doubt that, maybe we could have saved her.
The happiest time in my life must have been with my mother, but I knew it couldn't last, even then. My father was very abusive. He was an alcoholic too, which didn't help the situation. Eery night he'd come home, breath heavy with liquor, and yell, scream and hit my mother. Maybe before, before I was born they were happy, but I don't know. I never say them as a happy couple, and Touya refuses to think that he even has a father.
When my mother died, my father turned his abusive behaviour towards me. I probably started when I was five. Little things, like hitting me, but then it slowly got worse. When I was twelve, he raped me for the first time. Touya had no idea what was going on. He had started to becoe immersed in the world of the Dragons, and soon there was no turning back. I was careful to never show any bruises to Touya, and evidence, but Touya probably knew that somethings was a little off. One night, a few years later, Touya came home earlier than he usually did, and all hell broke loose. My father had just finished with me, and I was lying on the couch crying. My father was passed out on the ground. When Touya walked in, and witnessed the scene, I can only guess what happened next. I was nearly blacked out myself. All I remember is Touya packing up my clothes and belongings, and his, loading them into his car, and driving me off to a hotel.
On the way there, I was apologising, thinking that things were my faults, but he didn't say much. All he said that he never wanted me to say sorry again, and I was never going back to the hell-hole, he was making sure of it. I spent the night at the hotel alone, I have no idea where Touya went, but the next day, when I was channel surfing, I saw on the news that our house had burned to the ground. As the newscasters said, there was no proof or arson, yet the cause of the fire was unknown. There were no survivors.
A week after that, we moved to the house that we're currently living. It was then that the former leader of the Dragons died, of natural cuases. He had no heir, so it was up to the dragons to vote for their new leader. They choose Touya by a wide margin. I had never seen him happier, and I had never been prouder. After begging him for a long time, he finally let me go to one of the Dragon's parties. That's where I met him.
David. Blonde hair, like the shining sun, and dark intense eyes that defied a label. Maybe it was love at first sight, maybe it was just infatuation. Whatever it was, I couldn't get enough of him, he was like a drug. He had me hooked, and there was nothing I could do. Even though Touya trusted David, as one of his best friends, he didn't like anybody around me, so naturally he wasn't all that happy, but I could tell he was happy for me. After all these years of pain, I had finally found somebody that could make me happy. That's what both Touya and I thought. But we thought wrong. One night, a year after we had been going out, things started unravel. David had his mind on sleeping with me, whether I wanted to or not. He had me pretty beaten up. The last thing I remember is him throwing me into a floor length mirror in my house. I don't know if he did rape me or not. I woke up in my bed, with Touya sleeping in a car beside me. It took 46 stitches to close the wound in my back from the mirror and I never saw David again.
For all I know and care, both my father and David sre dead, but there are just some wounds that never heal, some that time can't make better."
She lifted her head and looked at Meilin and Tomoyo for the first time since she had started her story. They both looked very shocked, and sad. Tomoyo was the first to recover.
"Omigod! You poor thing!" she lunged at Sakura and englulfed her in a big hug. Sakura looked at Meilin in panic. She laughed.
"Let go Tomoyo, or else she'll choke to death." Tomoyo released Sakura, her eyes brimming with tears. Sakura softened and felt an instant bond with the two girls.
"You must be bored to death in this room.", Meilin stated looking around the room. It was extremely bare compared to all the other rooms.
"Yeah, but what are you going to do." she stated.
"Well, I could beg Syaoran to let you wander the house, but I'm not sure how he's going to react to that though."
Sakura looked at her in amazement. "You'd do that for me?"
The others laughed. "Why not? Anywho, we should be going now, Syaoran will be wondering what happened. Keep up hope Sakura." They walked to the door, locked it, and again Sakura was left with nobody but herself, but under the circumstances, she was remarkably cheerier.
As Tomoyo and Meilin walked down the hall, the door beside Sakura's door opened and out came Syaoran. He had heard everything.
HEY! I know that last time, I'd only be posting a chapter once a month, but this on was remarably easy to write, so I'm posting it early! Just remember though, the more reviews I get, the fast I write, lol. Please, reveiw, review, review!