The Princess and the Slave

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Chapter 18

Sakura looked around the room, waiting for her parents to speak. The only people in the large hall were Nao's parents, and Sakura's parents. Not a single guard or servant was in the room.

"Sakura, Naozumi, we have something to say," Nao's mother started.

"You know of your engagement to each other, and since you've gotten along so well together," Sakura's mother said as she looked from face to face, "we've decided that your wedding will be held Monday.

Sakura paled, 'today is Friday! That means I only have two and a half days to think it over.'

"But mother," Nao reasoned, "Isn't that a bit soon? We just met, and what about the gown and suit? Wouldn't we need time to get them fitted?"

"Now now, Naozumi, I've heard from Sakura's mother that she has a beautiful gown all ready, and I know you have a few suits that you've never worn in your life." Nao looked at his mother; his eyes showing his grief.

"Mother…" Sakura started, "I thought we had and understanding. I thought you were on my side, but you sit here telling me that I have to marry him?"

"Sakura, your mother's only doing what's best for you. You've gotten along with Nao better than any other suitor that's come around." Sakura's father was on his feet now, he left the room, murmuring to himself, "Kids these days, in my day, we'd marry the first one that came around."

Sakura's mother followed him, trying to calm him down. This left Nao's parents, Nao, and Sakura alone in the massive room. The two adults looked at each other before they too made their exit.

"Wow." Nao said, as he ran his fingers through his hair, "Monday, wow." He looked over at Sakura. "Are you alright with this?" he asked.

Sakura didn't respond, so he asked again.

"What? Oh, I don't know, they've never done this to me before, wow… Monday, that's really soon."

"If you want, we can run away," said Nao with a grin.

"What? No, we can't. I'm not sure if I can marry you. I like you and all, but I don't think I'd like to marry you, I'm sorry."

"I kinda figured that out from the way you look at other people."

Sakura looked up at Nao, "What? What do you mean?"

"I mean, I know who you like."

"How, how do you know?"

"It doesn't matter much, I just know. But, how are we going to stop this wedding? Our parents seem firm about it." Nao looked down at Sakura, hoping she'd have an answer.

"I don't know, I guess I'll run when we get to the altar." Sakura was frowning now, "I'm going to my room to think this over." Nao nodded and Sakura made her way out the door.

"Don't do anything rash, I think I know what I can do." Sakura looked back at Nao, only to see his enigmatic smile. She nodded at him, before disappearing through the doors.

Sakura stared at her ceiling, ignoring all the calls that her parents sent, ignoring everyone but Tomoyo and Syaoran, who were sitting on chairs in her room. Sakura had told the both of them the whole story. Tomoyo was trying to comfort Sakura.

"Sakura, you can't go through with this wedding. I mean it, I won't let it happen." Sakura didn't move, but listened to Tomoyo. Syaoran sat silently looking out the window.

"Syaoran, back me up here," Syaoran looked away from the window.

"She can do whatever she wants, as long as it's what she wants." Tomoyo frowned at his response, but spoke again to Sakura, "Do what you think it right Sakura." Tomoyo got up to leave and Sakura waved as she was out the door.

Sakura lay there, staring at the ceiling and Syaoran out the window. The two were silent until the sun went down.

"Syaoran, what do you want me to do? I don't love him, should I marry him? If only you were a prince, Syaoran!" a lone tear escaped from Sakura's eye, but it didn't go unnoticed from Syaoran.

"What was that, Sakura? Why would you say something like that?"

Sakura looked to the door and mumbled, "Nothing, no reason at all. It's just that…" Sakura trailed off into a whisper, "I think I like you."

Syaoran, by the window, could not catch the last of that she said, so he asked her to repeat it.

"I said I think I like you."

Syaoran looked up at Sakura, trying to read her face, "well, I…" Syaoran didn't know what to say.

The two sat in silence until Syaoran got up, "I'm a bit hungry, would you like to come down with me to get something to eat?" Sakura shook her head no. "Then would you like me to bring something up?" Sakura shook her head again.

"Alright, I'll be right back.

Sakura closed her eyes and curled up into a ball, 'he doesn't care. He doesn't care at all…' Sakura was too busy with her thoughts and didn't hear Syaoran reenter her room.

Syaoran looked over at Sakura and he noticed her eyes screwed shut, "is something wrong?"

Syaoran placed his tray on a desk. "Sakura? What's wrong?"

"I don't want to get married, I'm too young and… and… Syaoran!" Sakura wrapped her arms around him, gripping him tightly against her. "Syaoran"

"Hush, it's alright. You said earlier that Naozumi had a plan. All we can do is trust him. Hush now." Syaoran hugged her until she drifted off to sleep.

Syaoran gently placed her back down on her bed and pulled the covers up to her neck. He stood, but then turned around and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Sleep well, Sakura."

Syaoran walked over and picked up his, now cold, dinner. He placed it gently beside him on the window sill and ate in silence as Sakura slept.

Notes: Woot! How do you like it? Wedding next chapter, dun dun dun…

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I'm sorry this chapter's a bit short, it just seemed right to stop it there instead of cliffying it…

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