As soon as he spoke the words, Syaoran regretted them.
Eriol and Tomoyo looked at him with surprise, while Sakura just stared off into space.
"You are gonna dance with her?" Tomoyo asked hopefully, the emotion of fear for her cousin stronger than the one that urged her to tease him.
Syaoran looked at them cautiously,"Well, this guy seems pretty dangerous, and I don't want any of my people in danger."
Eriol rolled his eyes, but his tense shoulders had relaxed. Handing Sakura over to him, he hastily said a "Here," and grabbed Tomoyo's hand walking away from the couple before Syaoran could strangle him.
Sakura looked up at the prince with a grateful expression as he growled in Eriol's way. Trying to lighten up the mood, she said jokingly, "You're thinking of a million ways to kill your beloved cousin slowly, and might I add painfully?"
"First, I'm gonna wring his neck," Syaoran muttered, his eyes promising violence, "NO, no, that's way too merciful. I'm going to peel his skin off first, then I will cut off any ways he can reprodu-"
He was cut off by Sakura's light melodic laughter.
"Go easy on the poor guy why don't ya?" she said, grinning slightly,"Wait until he's oblivious to the fact you're going to kill him. I'll help you do it, depending on my mood."
Syaoran rolled his eyes and led her to the dance floor as the next song started, "Why that would be an honourmy lady." he told her sarcastically, his cold mask slipping on once again.
He put his arms around her waist, while she put her on his shoulders.
The music, to Syaoran's dismay, was a very slow one. "I hate this song," he muttered darkly, his chocolate coloured bangs falling into his mesmerising amber eyes.
Sakura looked at him with a curious expression, "Why are you always thinking negative?"
"That's none of your business," was her snapped reply.
Sakura looked up at his glaring face. A scowl appeared upon her own features, as she said angrily, "Sorry, your highness, but I was merely asking. No need to bite my head off. I'm a human, how was I supposed to know that was such a touchy object?!"
Syaoran snarled. "You should have kept your mouth shut, and your nose out of every body else's business." he retorted.
"I am so sorry, O Great One." she growled, "Didn't know we had such sensitive future rulers on the throne. Heck, I didn't even know that they find every thing so bloody negative as though their spoilt rich bums has never been something called 'happy'. I bet the heir to the Li kingdom himself is very much looking forward to marrying some one just like them, and taking the poor unfortunate girl to their bed."
They had stopped dancing the moment her speech had begun.
Sakura had hit a nerve and she knew it. Syaoran let her go, his expression dangerous, while his bangs hid his eyes.
"You don't know anything about my life," he spat out, "And look who's talking, you filthy hypocrite. A man twice your pitiful sixteen year old age is out to have your hand in marriage, while the only thing you do, is hide behind others back and let them take care of your pathetic situation."
Sakura winced and stepped back, her eyes stinging at the truth of his words. But she held them back, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of seeing her cry.
They glared at each other, then as one turned and walked angrily to the opposite direction.
Asuka ran to her aunt, and Sakura took them to the palace's gardens, the only place that was quiet at that moment. She wanted some peace, so she could silently fume over what that idiotic, self-centered, spoilt rich brat had told her.
Her niece giggled to herself and twirled around, leaving Sakura to sit down and watch her.
So concentrated she was in her thoughts, that Sakura didn't hear the rustle of leaves behind her, and only noticed an extra presence, when a large hand came to rest at her shoulder. Asuka had stopped, and was watching the unwelcome person witth widened eyes as Sakura jumped from her sitting position, trying to walk to the door that led to the ball room. But it was too late, for the person slammed her against the nearest wall.
The toddler watched all this with fear. What was she meant to do?
Then her small, but intelligent mind nearly exploded in her idea. You could almost see a light bulb above her head, lightning up. Running as fast as her two small legs could carry her, she went inside the palace, looking for the familiar patch of chocolate brown.
* * *
How dare that girl insult him like that? Syaoram thought angrily.
She knew nothingabout him, and yet here she was saying all those stuff as though she had known him all her life. pfft. What happened to 'respect the higher statues' thingy?
Syaoran glared at anyone who would come within five metres of him, and was too busy thinking colourful words to realise that a certain toddler was running his way. He only psid attention when the little girl punched his leg, demanding that he listened.
Syaoran sighed in irritation. Woman! he thought, no matter what age they are, they always manage to make you want to pull you hair out!
"Not now, kid," he said irritably, "Go pester your aunt. She deserves it more. In fact tell her-"
"Auntie Shakuwa in chwable!" the little girl shrieked."Bwad man hit her! She hurt! You help!"
Blinking slowly, Syaoran finally inderstood what the girl's first sentence meant. Not having heard the sentences after that however, he looked at the toddler with an indignant look.
"Go tell Tomoyo. If Sakura is in trouble, her cousin-" but he was cut off, yet again, by the toddler.
"NO! NO! NO!" she cried urgently, "Autie in chwable! Bad man there! He hit her! He did! She hurt! You help! NOW!"
Finally comprehending her, Syaoran's eyes widened. That guy was with her?The one she was afraid of? This was not good. The reason why he was worried about that girl was alien to him, but worry he did.
"Where?" Syaoran asked firmly. If he didn't unleash his anger on someone now, Eriol would never see the light of day again.
Asuka sighed in relief as she quickly showed him where her precious auntie was.
* * *
Sakura went onto her knees, coughing as she slid down from the wall. Looking up, her bright eyes met a dull grey that held no warmth whatsoever.
"Hello cherry blossom," he said in a cheery voice, "How have you been my dear?"
"Better without you," Sakura answered with a choked voice.
The man laughed. Oooh howm much she would love to wipe that smug smile off his face.
"Now now," he said, "is this any way to treat your husband?"
"I don't have one Slieck," Sakura looked at him straight in the eyes, "And I definitely wont be the wife of a dirty slime ball like you."
That wiped the smile off his face alright. But not in the violent and cruel way Sakura had been hoping for.
Grabbing her shoulders, Slieck pushed her against the wall again, but this time, he pressed his body tightly against her small one.
"I will have you belong to me," he whispered in her ear, "And the first thing I shall do, id take away your innocence, cherry blossom."
Sakura shivered in the warm night, fear clear in her green eyes.
Slieck smiled a sickly smile, and brought his face closer to hers, when a polite cough caused him to let go her roughly, making Sakura fall on her knees. Hard.
Slieck turned to see a young man of sixteen, with chestnut hair and warm amber eyes, with a cold expression. Smiling tightly, he asked, "Why may I aske were you interrupting us boy?"
The 'boy' smiled slyly. "I'm sorry, it just didn't look like the young lady over there would have like to have someone as old as you all over her."
Eyes flashing dangerously, Slieck glared at the boy, "How dare you-"
"I'll have you know," the boy said, his voice as cold and icy as the winter winds, "that I have a name, and when addressing your future king, you should always add 'your highness' in the end, man"
Slieck's eyes widened in surprise, but didn't make any attempt to correct his mistake. Instead, turning to Sakura, who was still crouched, he lifted uo his hand to caress her cheek.
In a flash, the amber eyes boy came at his side and held his hand more tightly than it looked like he could manage.
"Get out of my castle." he said coldly, looking into the older man's eyes.
Slieck looked at him then shrugged, walking away. Standing protectively in front of Sakura, Syaoran didn't look away until the man was out of view.
He then looked at the girl's limp body, which looked as though she refused to come back into the world of living. Kneeling down beside her, he gruffly muttered, "He's gone. You can get up now."
Sakura lifted her head, and Syaoran was surprised to see her beautiful green eyes bright with unushed tears. "Don't you see?" she whispered, "He isn;t gone. He keeps coming back, and never disappears. Why else do you think I hide behind other people when he's around?"
Syaoran bit his lip, and mentally cursed himself for saying those things to her. "You know, you shouldn't hold back your tears," he said, in a soft voice he had never used for anyone, "It makes matters worst. Let it out Sakura."
And with that, Sakura covered her face in her small hands and let out a sob. Awkwardly, Syaoran put an arm around her shoulder, folding her into a tight hug. Sakura clutched his shirt tightly, and cried.
She cried for the miserable year she had had. She cried for the fact that she had to put on a happy face for her family. And Sakura cried, because that was what Syaoran had told her to do, and surprisingly it helped her.
And from then on, the two made a close friendship, having understood the others problem and wanting to help the other.
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