Seirya: Legacy I, The Midnight Assassin

Banished from the kingdom she once called home, Kinomoto Sakura grows up with one single goal: eliminate the King, Li Syaoran and get the Seirya jewel. She is the Midnight Assassin and she will kill the King for what he did... Kill him, no questions asked.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Card Captor Sakura. All rights are reserved to CLAMP.

-x- Marry Me-x-

My destiny…

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Dawn was upon them and Sakura woke up hearing pigeons at her cell window. Trying to relieve her neck from a very straining kink, she realized her position and sighed, reliving the moments from merely hours before.

Stupid, miscalculated mistakes. How the hell did I go wrong?!

Sakura blinked, realizing something else. And why isn’t the other’s trying to free me?!

Growling, Sakura wanted to hit something but that deemed to be impossible, since she was obviously in shackles and bounds. Raising her eyes, she saw a few guards walking back and forth, in front of her cell. She bore her teeth, What, do they think I’m going to get up and run away? Bastards!!

Sakura looked away from the cage of her cell and pressed her cheeks up against her knees once again. Stupid King…

-x-

Pacing the length of his mother’s room, Syaoran was called forth by Yelan to discuss a few things. Yelan had heard of the assassin that tried to kill her son and how Syaoran managed to fight her off and send her to the dungeons. Yelan had yet to meet the assassin that was so bold—but she did learn that her name was Sakura…

And she was one of the maids in their kitchens.

Goes to show you that nobody can be trusted these days. Yelan thought brutally to herself as her eyes followed Syaoran’s walking figure.

“The Ho family has brought a proposal for their youngest daughter…” Yelan began and Syaoran, immediately, was irritated.

“How many times do I have to say that I will only marry the woman that tries to kill me…”

“Sakura has tried to kill you…” Yelan whispered as Syaoran stopped dead in this path. So his mother wasn’t going to forbid him from marrying Sakura—a thought that was already bubbling in his head. The night before, his father had given him a sign as did the Seirya jewel…

And now, his mother was telling him, in the most lenient terms, to marry Sakura. The same woman that tried to kill him…

“What are you getting at?”

“You did state that you are willing to marry the woman that tries to kill you—and here is a woman that has attempted to kill you. You are not about to turn back on your words, are you, Xiao Lang?” Yelan used Syaoran’s proper name to address him, causing the King to growl slightly.

“So you want me to bed a woman that was ready to drive a sword through my heart?” He was angered, not because the proposal of marrying Sakura was seriously at thought, but because his mother was ready to lay his life on the line just to see him get married.

Sickening…

“I doubt she will kill her own husband, Xiao Lang.” Yelan stated sternly. “That’s high treason and with her being the Queen, her moves will be monitored. You don’t have to share the same bedroom you know.”

“Than what is the purpose of getting married?” Syaoran whirled on his mother, “If you cannot produce any heirs?”

Yelan smirked, mirroring her son. “Then I will watch you and her all night and make sure she doesn’t stab you.”

Syaoran blinked before beginning to laugh at his mother’s, obvious, joke. “That’s disgusting mother.”

Yelan didn’t respond as she watched her son seriously consider all the facts laid out. Yelan was confident that Sakura would not do what she did to her husband—betray him. An assassin was trained in the art of loyalty… they remain loyal to those who rule them. The Midnight Assassin was true to her homeland, and did anything she could to keep them happy—

And her husband would be no different.

Yelan was very confident about that fact.

“What is your decision, Xiao Lang?”

Syaoran fisted his left hand as he blew out a deep lungful of air. “My decision?” He inquired and Yelan nodded, her hands clasped on her lap as she watched her son tower over her.

“Yes son,” She whispered, “your decision…”

Glancing to his left, Syaoran bit his lower lip. “Congratulations mother,” Yelan looked at her son, her hopes rising, “you’re going to have a daughter-in-law.”

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“Sleep my child and peace attend thee…” Sakura slowly began singing, a soft lullaby that her mother used to sing to her when she was just a child. Her thoughts had begun traveling off to things that were so long ago— things that seemed so insignificant to her situation right now…

Sakura remembered one night; she had begged and cried for a cookie that her mother had freshly baked. Nadesiko had kept on telling her no, that when her father and brother returned in a few hours time, she would be able to get a cookie…

“All through the night, Guardian angels God will send thee, All through the night…” Young and naïve Sakura hadn’t listened and had snuck a cookie when her mother when to get a pitcher of milk from their rations. It was drought season and they had to be very picky about what they ate and what they saved. Sakura picked up a cookie and gleefully ran outside to munch on her delightful treat…

And that’s when a stray dog attacked her.

“Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping…”

The dog took the cookie after scratching, biting and viciously harming Sakura. Battered and bruised, Sakura was crying as she attempted to crawl back to her house. Luckily, her father had been waking home then when he saw the dog jump on Sakura. The man broke to a sprint in hopes of saving his daughter in time.

He picked up Sakura and brought her inside where she confessed her wrongdoing. Nadesiko began crying and blaming herself and Sakura truly understood her mother’s words—

“We always want what’s best for you,” Nadesiko used to tell her, “so please don’t do something we tell you not to do. It’s for your own good…”

“I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night…”

“Well, well, well…” Syaoran arrived at the dungeon cell and Sakura looked up, her eyes a dull shade of emerald.

“Enjoying your time here, Sakura?”

The assassin shrugged. “If I had better food then yes I would be.”

The King scoffed as he placed a hand on the metal bar that caged the young woman. “I’m surprised nobody is trying to free you. I wouldn’t have thought you would be doing a solo mission—trying to kill me.”

Sakura rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so full of yourself. You aren’t the best thing to kill, remember that.”

“Oh, so I would assume that there are better things to kill out there?” Syaoran raised an eyebrow. Sakura nodded.

“Definitely.”

Syaoran was quiet for a little while as he examined the young maiden before him, sitting in the dungeon. If everything was to happen the way he planned it—then she would be his bride.

So I jailed my soon-to-be bride… what an impression. He inwardly smirked as Sakura’s eyes was locked with his.

“Are you here to mock my existence, Syaoran?” She spat his name out as if it were a disgusting swearword. Syaoran could only snicker.

“That is an inviting thought, Sakura.”

He slurred her name as if it were something exotic.

Sakura merely glared at him for quite some time before breaking he gaze to stare at the grimy floor instead. Heck, it looked warmer than his putrid face ever could. Syaoran only wanted to laugh at her childish antics. Pulling out a key from inside his robe, he unlocked the cage and slowly walked inside.

Sakura looked up at him, frowning slightly.

“What are you doing in here?”

“I own this dungeon, are you telling me I am restricted to where I go?”

Sakura nodded. “Wherever I am, you are not permitted to be there.”

“And who are you to order me around?”

Sakura merely shrugged as she looked at the opposite direction. She didn’t want to stare at the unfortunate face of—

“What the hell are you doing, Syaoran?!” His first name came more natural to her now and it surprised her—slightly. He had gripped her chin and forced her face to look at him. He could only laugh.

“You like the sound of my name from your lips, don’t you?”

“Never.” Sakura hissed.

Syaoran didn’t release her chin and merely yanked it back every time she tried to look away. She would’ve swatted him but her wrists were chained to short cuffs that were stuck to the wall. She felt like a sacrificial lamb or something…

“Do you want me to release you? And I do mean more than just your pretty little face,” he whispered, his mouth extremely close to her ear. Her eyes widened as she, voluntarily, shot her face towards him. She felt his hot breath on her neck and could feel his smile.

“What are you getting at?” She murmured. She felt him let go of her chin and retreat slightly.

“I am willing to release you—if you want it.”

“Of course I want it!!” Sakura was overjoyed—but this was too good to be true… “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”

Syaoran snickered. “There is always a catch come proposals as such.”

“Name it.”

“Before I do,” Syaoran began, “you have to promise me that you will agree to all the terms and conditions this simple catch has.”

“I am not about to clean your feces in the waste room, if that’s what you’re getting at!”

That caused Syaoran to, genuinely, laugh. “But you offered to- the first day you arrived here!”

Sakura blushed, remembering that:

“I am willing to even clean—waste rooms.” Sakura inwardly shuddered. The thought of cleaning the king’s feces and urine was enough to send her running back to her mother and father with her tail between her legs. Syaoran only smirked.

“Cleaning my excretion won’t be necessary.” He stated as Sakura’s eyes widened in genuine surprise. So this man had a heart? “Seeing as you won’t be employed at all.”

“That was—a part of my ultimate scheme. I didn’t mean it.” Sakura shivered.

Rolling his eyes, Syaoran stood up. Sakura’s eyes trailed up and locked with his amber orbs—“Tell me, I want an agreement or disagreement before I state my condition.”

“Whatever it is, I am free with none of your men on my tail and I can go home if and whenever I chose to do so?” Sakura inquired and Syaoran slowly nodded.

I know I will regret this—heck I’m already regretting it!! But Sakura had no other option. Either live in his dungeon for the rest of her life or be free to go home with whatever condition he places on her.

It can’t be too bad… can it?

“Already, agreed.” Sakura nodded. Syaoran smirked.

“I am willing to release you,” Syaoran began, “on the condition that you… marry me.”

Sakura’s eyes widened.

-x-

Oh- well then, she obviously agreed. Legacy I has come to an end and Legacy II will be posted shortly :D

Seirya: Legacy II, The Unwanted Bride

Instead of eliminating the King, Sakura has become his unwanted bride. If she couldn’t get the Seirya jewel by means of assassination, perhaps holy matrimony can work…