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Pleasure Slave	By : Capitalist Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 84321 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Now, before you get on to the story, I simply must share this with you. You’re the only ones who will get the joke. I had a nightmare about a week back featuring Chucky (as in, psycho killer doll guy). Which wouldn’t be all that strange, given he scares the hell out of me and I’m too much of a wimp to even see the movies. Just looking at an ad for his latest film must have been enough to kickstart the dream. But, oddly, it wasn’t me he was trying to kill. Instead he somehow got into my story, and Yue’s castle, and started killing the characters! He killed Ralen, and that totally pissed me off because Ralen is my villain and I really need him for the plot. Needless to say, Li kicked Chucky’s wimpy plastic ass.

Li: Sword beats knife. Little punk.

Chapter 15
‘truth uncovered’

It was the thirteenth time Sakura watched the sun set beyond the bars of her cage. Even in here it was a beautiful sight, painting the western sky light gold and creating a hundred rainbows across the floor when the light refracted in the crystalline-cut glass wall. She’d never seen such a thing before coming here, and even now the scattered colors still seemed like something from a fantastic dream. She had discovered, by the third or fourth day, that at a certain point in time the rainbows aligned exactly with the marble swirls across the floor. It happened not long before Ralen came to collect her for dinner, and next to seeing her brother it was the thing she looked forward to the most all day.
Full of anticipation, she waited. Every day was a new mental task divined to keep her occupied until this moment, in order to prevent insanity by boredom. She’d done everything from perfecting her old math tables to reconstructing all her favorite poems to creating entirely new – if somewhat silly – ones. She even tried to create her own fairy tales but decided it was a lot more difficult than it looked, and reading them much more preferable. But at least it kept her busy.
Getting closer, they were almost there.
This thirteenth day, however, Sakura had done none of that. Questions about her own situation had begun to nag at her, distracting her from the fanciful daydreams and sparking some uneasy thoughts. Sakura was beginning to feel like she was missing something.
Thirteen days and Sakura hadn’t seen her owner since that very first night. Yue was terrifying and she dreaded it, but Onii-chan declared he wouldn’t touch her. It made no sense when she thought over it; why did Yue insist she stay if he intended only to ignore her? She hadn’t even caught so much as a glimpse of him – if it weren’t for Nii-chan’s and Ralen’s occasional comments she’d have assumed he left the castle entirely. Did he never come to this room? As lord of the castle, that throne couldn’t be for anyone else. And yet it remained empty, like the room and the entire hall, for the most part, leaving only her to enjoy the miraculous beauty of the rainbows falling into place.

“Onii-chan?” she spoke up, later that night over dinner.
“Mm?”
“Is Yue very nice?”
He almost choked on a mouthful of food when she said that; alarmed, she patted him on the back until he was breathing again.
“Why do you ask?” he wheezed, eyes anywhere but on her face. Sakura shrugged and toyed with a cut of chicken on her plate.
“It all just seems so odd, I guess. When I saw him, that first night, he looked so cold and mean. I thought his eyes were scary. But he talked to you and let you stay and everything. Don’t you think that’s nice?”
Her brother stiffened visibly, but he was nodding. “Yes. It was… nice.”
“And I’m grateful for it, really, but I just don’t understand. If he’s going to ignore me, then why does he want to keep me here?”
“He paid a lot of money for you.”
“I know, but he never even sees me. I mean, what’s the point? You’d think he -”
“What do you want, Sakura?” her brother snapped, startling her. “Do you want him to come and stare at you? Touch you?”
“No!” Sakura denied quickly, hurt by her brother’s tone. He snapped at her more and more often lately, and it bewildered her as much as it upset her. Here in this strange castle they only met once a day, and yet it seemed her brother yelled at her more often than he ever had in all their years growing up. “I just wondered…”
As always, he was quick to apologize. “I’m sorry, Sakura. I’m just trying to keep you safe.” How, though? From what?
She bit her lip, starting to question if there wasn’t something about her brother that she was missing out on, as well. He must have seen the look in her eyes and set down his fork again.
“Yue is – really nice,” he finally managed. “I know he looks scary but he’s not, he’s… generous. When I told him what happened to you, he agreed that you shouldn’t be hurt anymore, and said I could work for him until I’ve paid off your price. And he’s not even charging me for the cost of feeding me or anything else. There -” he paused to swallow “- should be more people like him.”
Sakura stared, rather taken aback by the impromptu speech. Her brother had hardly said so many words all week. And she was impressed.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Wow… that’s amazing. Why didn’t you tell me this earlier, Onii-chan, it’s wonderful!”
He shrugged, his eyes down. “Two hundred’s a lot. It might take a while.”
“I know, but still. Just knowing he said that is a comfort, I feel so much better. You’re right, Yue is very generous. I wish I could say thank you to him.”
“Don’t worry about it, I already did.”
Sakura sighed and curled up on her brother’s side, snuggling him happily. Suddenly she felt so much lighter, just knowing what she knew now. Could anyone ask for a better brother?
“I love you, Nii-chan.”
Something must have caught in his throat again, his words were just a strained whisper. “I love you too.”

Sakura decided that nothing was going to bring her down, not even saying goodnight to her brother and the return trip to her cage for the night. Ralen noticed it right away.
“Little virgin is looking happy tonight,” he mused aloud, eyeing her appreciatively. “It’s an improvement. What did he do to you?”
Something about the way he said that made Sakura uncomfortable, and she looked down. “Nothing.”
“Oh, he must have done something. Look at that little smile.” He tipped Sakura’s chin up with one finger, and she recoiled at the touch.
“Please, no. I’m very grateful to Yue, that’s all. I’m lucky to have such a kind owner.” She backed toward the opened cage door but Ralen laid a hand on one of the bars, blocking her way. His blonde eyebrows had arched with disbelief.
“Kind?” he repeated.
“Yes,” Sakura said as firmly as she could, determined to hang onto this good feeling. “For letting my brother stay, to be with me, and work off my price. I’m very lucky.”
“Letting him stay?” Ralen echoed incredulously. “Work off your – oh.” He broke off rather abruptly, an understanding look filtering into his eyes. Understanding, and amusement. “Oh, I see. The boy’s been telling one or two white lies.”
Sakura’s good feeling faltered. “What?”
“You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
The gleam in Ralen’s eyes was nothing less than malicious delight. “Honey, your brother’s not weeding the garden and catching chickens. He’s not ‘working off’ your price. Yue is fucking his brains out.”
It was all gone, the good feeling, and Sakura fought the impulse to shiver. Dread was curling up in her stomach, coiling, waiting to snap. “Um,” she whispered, wishing with everything she had that she didn’t have to ask this, “what’s fucking?”
“What’s fucking…” he sighed, shaking his head. His body was closer, hovering, cornering her against the unforgiving bars of her cage, and then his face was almost touching hers. “You are just so cute. I can’t wait until you’re mine.”
Like the hypnotized prey of a charming viper, Sakura stared into his hungry eyes and could do nothing else.
“They’re having sex,” he finally explained. “ Your brother took your spot as the resident pleasure slave.”
“No,” Sakura finally managed, galvanized into speech by the absurd comment. “Men can’t -”
And then the words choked off in her throat when she remembered that conversation, with Tomoyo. What was it she said? Tomoyo –
With horrifying clarity, the memories and clues all fell into place at once. The small dark bruise on Tomoyo’s neck that she’d left with her kiss, and the bruise on her brother’s neck. Same. His stiff posture, the grunts of pain when she hugged him. All those times…
“Oh,” Sakura heard herself say, in a very very small voice. Ralen nudged her back into her cage, smirking cruelly.
“Oh yes. Goodnight.” The cage door banged shut, and he walked away. All alone in the moonlit chamber, Sakura crumpled to the floor and burst into sobs.

The brisk evening breeze whipped around Touya, perched on the balcony rail, whisking his bangs up off his face. It was pleasant and overall the day had been all right, most of it spent taking apart a crystal clock he’d found and then trying to put it back together. Ralen might have been smirking a little more than usual that morning, when he bathed, but Touya did his best to ignore him and dismissed the thought. The day was fine, but something was still bothering Touya. Something about that conversation with his sister.
Yue’s fingertips tickled across his back and he started. Never did he hear him coming, no matter how hard he tried to listen for it; it was as if he walked on air.
“Good evening, my slave.”
“I’m not your slave. I wish you wouldn’t sneak up on me like that, I could fall.”
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t sit on the railing.”
“I like the view.”
His arms encircled Touya from behind and held him close, almost tightly enough to hurt but not quite. Touya’s heart thumped and he wriggled, but it was pointlessly stupid to try and struggle free here. He was more likely to fall than anything else. Besides, though he wouldn’t admit it, he’d become accustomed to the feel of Yue’s arms around him. It still bothered him, but he was no longer inclined to panic.
“Why didn’t you kill me?”
He surprised himself with the abrupt question, but apparently not Yue, who responded without missing a beat.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He lipped the edge of Touya’s ear, who leaned away from his touch as best he could.
“You do this to every thief you catch in your castle?”
Yue sounded amused. “You are, I believe, the first who’s ever had the nerve. Of course you interested me.”
Briefly Touya wondered why he kept a guard at all, but that was not his question. “But I was in chains… you didn’t have to ask. You could have taken us both if you wanted.”
“Is that what you wish?”
“No! I just want to know why you asked me. That’s all.”
Yue stopped teasing Touya’s neck with his tongue and hugged him closer. Now the breeze whipped around them both.
“You tracked her from those mountain peaks,” he murmured, “you tried to take her from my castle. I saw you, with her, and I was impressed. I wanted to know how much farther you would go.”
It was becoming more difficult to breathe. “And now that you have your answer, will you let us go?”
“Not as long as I still desire you.”
“And how long will that be?” He gulped another mouthful of air, starting to feel woozy, and Yue must have finally noticed. Quickly he loosened his grip, allowing Touya a free breath of air at last. Limp with relief, he slumped back against Yue’s body and stayed there.
“Forgive me slave, I forget my own strength. Are you all right?”
Since when did he care? “-m fine.”
Yue’s arm draped across his chest, gently this time, and with his other hand he stroked Touya’s cheek. He hadn’t answered the question, but neither of them spoke again.

By far stronger than Touya, without question more powerful, and yet he, Yue, had been impressed at that first meeting. How strange, and stranger still how that thought made Touya feel. It was stupid to be proud, given what Yue’s interest had forced him to do, or so he kept telling himself on the way to dinner later. His thoughts were anywhere but Ralen, and so he didn’t notice the blonde’s wicked smile of anticipation. His thoughts weren’t even on Sakura, for once, up until the point that Ralen unlocked the tea room door and pushed it open. Two small hands met his chest and shoved; unprepared, he almost stumbled and fell over.
“How could you?”
The sharp, bitter words sounded so alien on Sakura’s lips. She stood before him, fists clenched, eyes glittering in anger and hurt, and he could only stare blankly.
“Sakura? What -”
“You lied to me.”
Touya’s heart stopped. Then it started again, hammering a panicked staccato within his chest, begging the heavens that she didn’t know. But she knew, he could see it in her eyes.
“Sakura, I -”
“You told me everything would be fine, and it’s not. You- you’re…” Her voice broke and tears spilled over onto her cheeks, and automatically Touya reached to hold her. “NO!” she shrieked, frantically pushing him back as if he’d tried to attack her. “Don’t touch me, get away from me! You lied to me, you lied about everything!”
“Sakura, please, I was just trying to -”
“Keep me safe? Keep me stupid? You let me think so many things!”
“I couldn’t tell you -”
“The truth?” she bit out, voice scarred with betrayal. “I guess I’m not good enough for that.”
Touya cringed and tried again, approaching her a little more carefully. “Sakura, if you would just listen -”
The harsh slap knocked all the wind out of him. But it didn’t hurt as much as what came next.
“Don’t ever talk to me again.”
Those hateful words were the last thing she said before she burst into sobs and slammed the door in his face. Stunned, Touya stared at the carved wood and listened to her crying on the other side. Impossible to go in there and hug her, protect her from the pain. His own little sister wanted nothing to do with him.
Feeling as if something inside him might break, Touya rested his forehead against the door and struggled for control.
“I’m sorry,” Ralen drawled, somewhere beside him, “was it supposed to be a secret?”
Touya couldn’t answer him. The left side of his face was on fire with pain but it was nothing compared to the way each of her sobs tore into him, hot and angry. Sakura was all he had in the world.
“I want to go back now,” he whispered.
“Oh, no dinner?”
Biting his lip with the effort of holding back tears, Touya shook his head. He couldn’t stay here another second, listening to her tears, and he could not approach her. How could he face his sister now, knowing that she knew? How could he ever face her again?
Desperately he pushed himself away from the door, and too late Ralen tried to grasp his arm. “Hey! Stop right there, your chains!”
Touya ran without hearing him, running only from those wretched sobs beyond the door. The castle blurred around him and he sprinted without purpose or direction, his feet taking him unconsciously along the path he knew best. It wasn’t until he burst into Yue’s bedroom and saw him there, in that chair, that he realized how stupid it was to come here. This was no place to fall apart, but it was too late now. Choking back a sob, he stumbled out onto the balcony and collapsed against the rail.
And then they came, searing his eyes before they spilled over and dripped onto stone. Tears of guilt, or humiliation, he wasn’t sure which. But they hurt, in a way he didn’t know tears could. He didn’t even cry when his father died.
“Ralen informs me that you ran away from him in the halls,” said Yue, after a while. Touya did not look up.
“Leave me alone.”
“Something upsets you.”
“It’s none of your business.”
“You belong to me, everything that concerns you is my business.” His hand took Touya’s chin, to turn his face, and Touya pushed it away.
“Don’t touch me! It’s all your fault! My sister hates me because of you!”
“Watch your tone, slave, I don’t care for such disrespect.” Quite easily he caught each of Touya’s wrists and pinned them together, pressing him back against the balcony rail. Touya braced himself when he lifted his hand, but all Yue did was ply the end of his sash, wiping away the tears.
All the fight left Touya and he subsided, limp with misery.
“She knows,” he mumbled, “about me and… you. I can’t face her again.”
“I suspect you will change your mind about that.”
Yue didn’t see the way Sakura looked at him, and he probably wouldn’t understand even if he had. Touya was more than her brother, he was head of their family, the one she looked up to and looked to for strength. Did she have even an inkling of the things he’d done for Yue? The thought of it made him nauseous.
Yue’s tongue flicked over his skin, catching what tears he’d missed, and without success Touya tried to push him away.
“Not tonight… please. I can’t.”
“Tonight,” Yue corrected softly, “and any night that I want you.”
He turned Touya around and they began.

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