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Pleasure Slave	By : Capitalist Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 84321 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 15
- 16
- 17
This chapter should please Scorpinac, at least.

Chapter 16
‘kisses and comforts’

The day was unseasonably warm, without so much as a cloud to provide relief from the sun, and the road had been longer than she thought. Even under the shade of her parasol Tomoyo was hot, and she was glad she’d chosen to wear her summer linens rather than silk. Relieved that she’d arrived at last, she tilted her head back to examine this castle that so few ever saw. This close the structure was breathtaking, far more beautiful – and intimidating – than she’d imagined.
It was also shut tight, the solid iron gates offering no access or even so much as a knocker. Tomoyo fanned herself and wondered how on earth she was supposed to announce her presence.
“Um, excuse me?” she ventured at length, causing Dumpling to prick up her ears. No one answered, and she tried again. “Excuse me!”
“Yeah?”
A head appeared over the edge of the wall, almost directly above her, and Tomoyo had to lean her head right back just to see his face. His features weren’t easy to make out, but she thought he looked familiar.
“Er, hello,” she greeted in her usual cultured manner, then realized he couldn’t hear her. “Hello!” she shouted. Her horse nickered apprehensively and stamped a hoof, and Tomoyo had to shush her.
“Are you lost?”
“No! My name is Tomoyo and I’ve come to see- that is, I hope to see -” She had to interrupt herself with a cough; she wasn’t used to shouting and with her head tilted back the strain on her throat was considerable. “If I could just take a moment of your time -”
“Hang on,” the young man finally interrupted, a little impatiently. He disappeared from view and left Tomoyo looking at a silent castle once more, wondering what would happen now. She got her answer a few moments later when the gates creaked and parted, opening the way for her to enter.
Thank goodness. Tomoyo nudged Dumpling and the chubby mare started forward right away, probably just as anxious as she was for a little shade and rest. Jereth’s horse was a sweet-tempered and amiable creature, but she wasn’t used to such long treks. But at least they’d made it, and again Tomoyo mentally rehearsed the short spiel she’d prepared.
Two weeks now, since Sakura’s auction and the arrival of her brother just a few hours later. To Tomoyo the timing was nothing less than tragic, knowing first-hand how scared Sakura was that day and how unprepared she was for the role of slavery. Telling him all that she knew and pointing him in the direction of the buyer was something she did without thinking, an instinctive act mandated by conscience. She wanted him to succeed, even if it meant never seeing Sakura again.
All of the next day she spent in nervous anticipation, half hoping and half dreading that some agent of Yue’s would appear on their doorstep with the angry announcement that his new slave had vanished. Technically it was no longer Silken Flowers’ responsibility, what a slave did after purchase, but escape was a terrible crime and could reflect badly on the business.
No one came. And with every day that passed Tomoyo became more anxious, almost desperate to know what happened that night the brother went after his sister. But Jereth was busy with purchases and a steady stream of new slaves prevented anything like a day trip. It was not until today that she finally persuaded her master to allow her a day off. Now, hopefully, she’d learn the fate of Sakura.
Gracefully Tomoyo dismounted and furled her parasol, watching the gatekeeper approach. Yes, she did recognize him; he was the one who’d purchased Sakura. There was nothing friendly or welcoming about his expression, but Tomoyo mustered up her most charming smile and curtsied.
“Good afternoon, thank you so much for your trouble. My name is Tomoyo and I represent Silken Flowers, where you’ve been kind enough to do business in the past. On behalf of my owner I’d like to thank you for your generous purchase and -”
She stopped herself short when he held up a hand.
“You want Ralen,” he informed her, his tone flat with disinterest. Before she could ask what he meant he turned and uttered a piercing whistle, so loud she flinched.
“Cap?” someone well away and atop the castle wall called back.
“Tell blondie someone’s here to see him,” the brunette shouted. “Front hall.”
“Right!”
He pointed at a set of doors across the courtyard, closed but not barred. “Right through there. He’ll be along in a few minutes. I’ll take care of your horse.”
“Oh, er, thank you.” A little taken aback at the curt reception, Tomoyo offered him Dumpling’s reins and followed his direction, crossing the empty yard and entering the castle alone.
The interior was even more stunning the exterior, and Tomoyo quickly forgot her discomfort in the cool marble hall. Afternoon light spilling through the windows sparkled in the crystal chandelier, throwing fragments of sunshine across the room and illuminating the silver threads woven through a hanging tapestry. Awed, Tomoyo wandered closer to examine the artwork. She knew quality and this had to be priceless, she’d never seen such intricate detailing. Worried as she was for Sakura, she couldn’t help but think how lucky she was to end up in such rich surroundings.
“Can I help you?” someone inquired, and she backed away from the wall. Another man, better dressed and a little older than the one outside, was sauntering into the room and looking her over with an appraising air. His dark blonde hair had been pulled back and tied at the nape of the neck; this must be Ralen. Tomoyo disliked him on sight, though why she couldn’t say. Some might describe his face as handsome, but something about the way he eyed her body set her teeth on edge. Never mind, if this was the one to speak to then she must be polite.
“Good afternoon,” she said once more, and again curtsied with a smile. “Thank you so much for your trouble. My name is Tomoyo and I represent Silken Flowers, where you’ve been kind enough to do business in the past. On behalf of my owner I’d like to thank you for your generous purchase, and extend an invitation to our next auction.”
“Thanks,” he said dryly, “but we’re rather full up on pleasure slaves at the moment. I’ll be sure to call when we want another one.”
Tomoyo’s smile faltered. Pleasure slaves? What did that mean?
“Is that all?” he prompted, when she said nothing.
“Er, well, I did hope I might be able to see a friend of mine. You have a slave here by the name of Sakura?”
Ralen grimaced but nodded. “Yeah.”
Tomoyo’s heart sank, but she was careful not to let any disappointment show in her face. Poor Sakura, but at least now she might have a chance to see her.
“She was my trainee before your purchase, and we became quite close. If it’s not too much of a bother, can I see her? I promised her I’d visit.”
A look she did not altogether like filtered into Ralen’s eyes, and he made a show of considering her request. “Hmm… I’m not sure that’s possible. I’m just the household manager, you see, and Lord Yue hasn’t granted the slave permission for anything like this. I’m not sure he’d approve.”
“Well, can you ask him?”
“He doesn’t like to be bothered during the day.”
“Just a short visit,” she pressed. “I won’t stay too long.” Now that she knew Sakura was still here she was anxious to check on her, and assure herself that she was all right after two weeks of slavery. Ralen had been moving closer as they spoke, and while Tomoyo didn’t care for his nearness she didn’t back away. The silver collar around her neck declared she was Jereth’s property, and only an exceptionally foolish man would touch another’s slave.
“Well I suppose I could sneak you up for a short visit. But it’s a little bit of trouble on my part… it would be nice if I could get some compensation for it. Understand?”
Tomoyo didn’t drop her eyes for a second, her gaze even. “I understand perfectly.”
That you’re an awful pervert, she thought, but kept silent as his smile grew.
“Wonderful, an intelligent slave. Too bad you couldn’t pass any of that onto your trainee. This way.”
He walked fast, and Tomoyo had to hurry to follow him out of the foyer. They traveled down a lavish corridor and made their way up a curving flight of stairs, every inch of it sparkling clean and redolent with luxury. Through a window Tomoyo glimpsed a servant tending flowerbeds, but other than that she saw no one, and they walked up two more flights of stairs and along a grand pillar-studded hall before he finally slowed his pace. The room they turned into was not really a room at all, more like an open annex jutting out from the corridor so as to afford the magnificent three-way view. A throne on a dais, empty, stood as the focal point but Tomoyo’s attention slid to its right and the giant gilded birdcage. In it, slumped on a swing and gazing listlessly at the view outside, was Sakura.
She looked up at the sound of Ralen’s footsteps, and surprise swept over her wan expression when their eyes met.
“Tomoyo!”
“Hi, Sakura,” Tomoyo cooed, and crinkled her fingers in a little wave. She couldn’t help but be happy to see her again, in spite of what she knew was coming, Tomoyo had missed her charge terribly these past two weeks. No trainee had ever made such an impression on her, but there was just something special about Sakura. She’d rushed to the bars of her cage, green eyes wide with disbelief.
“You came to see me!”
“I said I would, didn’t I?” Ralen moved to unlock the door and Tomoyo realized she ought to kick off her boots. The cage made her raise her eyebrows, but owners could have peculiar tastes and it wasn’t the strangest thing she’d ever seen. Yue must be rather eccentric. The door opened but when Sakura tried to leave it, Ralen pressed a commanding finger against her chest in denial.
“Uh-uh. You stay right there.”
Tomoyo’s dislike sharpened when she saw the way Sakura shrank from his touch, a little of her happy excitement fading. What she was about to do was thoroughly distasteful, but she sensed it was the right decision. Sakura looked so thrilled to see her.
Ralen was looking at her expectantly. She returned the look haughtily and stepped into the cage, and the door shut behind her. Sakura was on her the next second, hugging her so tightly that Tomoyo could hardly breathe.
“I missed you so much!”
“I missed you too. Flowers has been so quiet since you left.” She embraced Sakura and held her close, patiently waiting until Sakura relaxed her arms before she drew back. That was when she finally noticed the collar around her neck, and forgot herself as she stared.
Still white?
Ralen cleared his throat. “I’m waiting.”
Sakura shot a quizzical look at him and then Tomoyo, still adorably innocent as ever.
“Tomoyo?”
“Sakura, I’d like to kiss you now. Are you ready?”
She blushed a predictable pink and glanced again at the watching Ralen. “But -”
“Don’t worry about him, Sakura, just close your eyes.” She spoke firmly, slipping back into her role of the trainer, and meekly Sakura obeyed. Tomoyo had done this before, and always did her best to ignore the audience. Concentrating on only Sakura, she slipped her hands around the curve of her waist and leaned in, gently pressing her lips against Sakura’s. She stiffened just a little, clutching at Tomoyo’s dress, then relaxed. Good.
Tomoyo kissed her again, a little longer, allowing Sakura to get used to the feeling before she ventured forward with her tongue. Sakura was no expert kisser, but Tomoyo could tell by her tentative participation that she was remembering her lessons. Gradually she mellowed into the kiss, opening her lips and pressing her body closer to Tomoyo’s. It was long and loving, and when they parted Sakura exhaled with a shudder.
“Beautiful,” Ralen crooned, ruining the moment. Sakura’s eyes flew open and she looked at Ralen again, who was now visibly aroused.
“Does that satisfy you?” Tomoyo asked coolly. He smiled, and Tomoyo had to swallow a groan of frustration.
“Not even close. Why don’t you… keep going down?”
Sakura looked nervous. “Tomoyo? What’s going on?”
“Shh, don’t worry about it, you’ve done all this before.”
“But he’s watching -”
“Pretend he isn’t there,” Tomoyo whispered into her ear. “Don’t look at him, keep your eyes closed. He doesn’t matter at all.” She punctuated her words by lipping Sakura’s earlobe, then teasing and licking a trail down her neck. A series of soft squeaks told her it was having an effect, though she could feel Sakura had tensed up again. Two weeks as a pleasure slave and still so shy.
Her kisses reached the puzzling white collar and she glanced at Ralen, who nodded at her to keep going. He was leaning against the cage now, one arm braced across the bars, rubbing himself in anticipation. Tomoyo prayed Sakura would obey her mandate to keep her eyes shut, and bent down to go lower. Her tongue traced a path to Sakura’s breast and with one hand she slid the strap of her dress off her shoulder. Sakura stiffened and Tomoyo whispered more soothing platitudes before she closed her lips over the nipple.
A sharp gasp resulted, and Tomoyo could feel her own body starting to warm up. She sucked and Sakura panted, to her left she heard Ralen ‘mmm’ with pleasure.
The other strap came down and Tomoyo moved to the second nipple, loving it as she had the first. Sakura’s breath escaped even faster and Tomoyo could feel her body’s stimulation, in echo to the warmth between her own legs.
Ralen’s hand had gone into his pants. “Take it off,” he commanded, and Tomoyo hesitated only a little before untying the satin thread lacing up Sakura’s dress. It fell to the floor soft as a whisper, and Sakura cringed. Tomoyo was quick to embrace her in a surge of protectiveness.
“It’s okay, you’re doing great. I’ll take mine off too, okay? It doesn’t matter at all.” She unlaced her bodice and shed her dress in just seconds, accustomed to rapid disrobing, and guided Sakura to a sitting position on the floor. “Just relax.”
Again she went to work on Sakura’s skin, tasting it, caressing it with her lips and doing her very best to help Sakura forget about Ralen’s presence. When she slipped her hand inside Sakura’s panties, she was relieved to find they were already damp. This couldn’t be too traumatic if she was aroused, and expertly Tomoyo coddled that nub of pleasure. Sakura thrashed a bit and arched her back, gasping, and Ralen moaned. Guessing where this was going, Tomoyo eased Sakura onto her back and covered her body with her own. It was a sight that never failed to drive voyeurs wild and Ralen didn’t sound like he was an exception, moaning again and grunting softly with every thrust. Hoping to distract Sakura she kissed her again, deeply, and Sakura responded in kind. Her hands had even begun to roam over Tomoyo’s body, just as she’d been taught, exploring her curves. Tomoyo kept pushing up inside her, forcing her gasps, determined to bring Ralen to completion as quickly as possible. She knew what she was doing, and before long she recognized the telltale aspirated breathing, accompanied by a low groan. She made sure her body was covering Sakura’s and braced herself, and he released. Hot and sticky semen splattered across her flesh and the cage’s soft floor, and Ralen moaned again in satisfaction.
“You’re good,” he praised, and Tomoyo narrowed her eyes.
“So I’ve been told.”
He was still exposed and Tomoyo covered Sakura’s eyes with one hand, just in case she opened them. He chuckled at that.
“Do what you like, but you can’t treat her like a little girl forever.”
“Tomoyo?” Sakura tugged at her hand, sounding confused, and Tomoyo shushed her.
“May we have some time alone now, please?”
Ralen retied his pants closed, looking pleased with himself. “I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t do anything fun without me.”
His gaze lingered on Sakura, devouring her naked body in a way that made Tomoyo’s skin prickle, and then he turned and walked away.
“Tomoyo?”
“It’s all right, Sakura, he’s gone.” She scooted back so Sakura could sit up. She was trembling, and the vulnerability in her eyes was enough to make Tomoyo’s heart ache. “I’m so sorry, Sakura, I didn’t want to make you do that. But it was the only way he’d let me visit you.”
“-s okay,” Sakura whispered. “He’s seen me before.”
Tomoyo tensed. “Sakura, has that man hurt you? Done something to you? No man can touch you without your owner’s consent -”
Sakura was shaking her head. “No, he hasn’t touched me. But he gets so close, and he stares at me. He watched me bathe, once. I don’t like him at all, nobody in this castle is nice to me. It’s horrible here!”
“Shh.” Tomoyo patted her on the knee and scooped up Sakura’s dress, holding it out in offering. “I’m here now and you can tell me all about it. Get dressed, before someone comes along.”
“No one ever comes up here,” Sakura muttered, but obligingly she pulled the filmy pastel dress back over her head. While she was occupied Tomoyo fished a kerchief out of her purse and quickly wiped off her skin, cleaning what she could of the sheet beneath them. Then she too squirmed back into her clothing.
“Well, it’s certainly a lovely view. Do you spend the afternoons in here?”
“Morning, afternoon, evening, night,” Sakura answered tonelessly, slumping against one of the thick bars in misery. “Ralen only lets me out for meals and bathing. I hate this cage.”
Tomoyo winced in sympathy. Days of such close confinement would be rough on anyone, but Sakura was a child of the countryside and not even a bred slave. This imprisonment must be awful for her.
“But what about your master? Doesn’t he ever call for you?”
Pain flashed across her face before Sakura closed her eyes and shook her head.
“Have you done anything for him at all?”
Another shake of the head.
“Is he even here?”
This time a nod. Sakura’s silent answers were puzzling to Tomoyo, but the topic seemed to be painful and she decided to change subjects.
“Sakura,” she began, lowering her voice for safety’s sake. “A few hours after your auction, that day, your brother came to Flowers.” Sakura looked up sharply at that, and Tomoyo could see her eyes were filling with tears. “He was looking for you, and I told him where you were. Did he… come here?”
Sakura did not nod or shake her head. Her shoulders convulsed, once, and then quite suddenly she burst into sobs. Taken aback, Tomoyo scrambled across the distance between them and took Sakura into her arms.
“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay…” Meaningless soft words, inaudible over Sakura’s wracking cries. Tomoyo held her close and hummed, stroking her hair back from her tear-streaked face, offering what comfort she could. Something terrible must have happened to her brother when he tried to rescue her, that much she could guess. Was he dead? Locked up somewhere? To think that he followed her all the way to Terriene and then failed; what a cruel twist for a girl that had already suffered so much.
Sakura cried for some time before she tired of it, and eventually her sobs faded to the occasional hiccup.
“What happened to him, Sakura? Is he dead?”
Sakura shook her head, not bothering to remove her face from Tomoyo’s damp chest.
“Where is he?”
“He’s here,” she whispered, and her body shuddered in the echo of another sob. “He t-took my place.”
Tomoyo didn’t quite follow. “What place?”
“My brother, he-he tried to get me out but they found us. And Yue was there – he’s so scary – and, and my brother took my place. He’s Yue’s…” She paused to breathe, and hiccuped again. “…pleasure slave now.”
Tomoyo was stunned speechless. Of all the horrible scenarios she’d envisioned, that certainly never crossed her mind. For one thing, it was rare that an owner had tastes for both men and women. And that one sibling might offer himself in place of his sister was nothing less than amazing; Tomoyo had never heard of such a thing.
Sakura had begun to cry again. “Shh, Sakura, don’t cry. Is it really that bad? At least he’s still alive.”
“It’s horrible!” Sakura wailed, and straightened to look Tomoyo in the eye. “He lied to me about it, I didn’t even know until two days ago. He told me he was working in the castle, paying off my price. He let me think everything would be fine!”
“Sakura, you’ve already been through so much. He was probably just trying to protect you.”
Sakura thumped a fist against the floor. “He lied to me! All this time, I didn’t know… hugging him, asking him stupid questions, whining about how bored I was. He was in pain, because of me.”
“Sakura, it’s not your fault -”
“It is!” she shouted hysterically. “It is my fault, it’s all my fault. He told me not to talk to strangers but I didn’t listen, I didn’t believe him. They took me away… and he left our home behind to follow me…” Tears were spilling over, running down her cheeks, but she didn’t seem to be aware of it. “And now he’s taken my place. It’s all because of me.”
Her voice cracked on the last word with another wretched sob, and Tomoyo finally understood. Sakura was not crying tears of anger, but guilt. What a heavy burden for her thin shoulders.
“Sakura, please don’t cry. It is not your fault that you were kidnapped. Those men are in the wrong, not you. How could you know, how could you even suspect? What they did to you was a horrible crime, not something you deserved.”
“But he took my place -”
“That was his choice to make, Sakura, you didn’t force him into anything. Shouldn’t you be happy that you have a brother who loves you so much?”
Sakura hugged her knees to her chest and looked away, still the picture of misery. Tomoyo sighed, and draped an arm around her shoulders.
“C’mere. I want to tell you a story.” Sakura didn’t say anything, but she didn’t resist as Tomoyo drew her close against her own body. “I don’t have a brother,” she began, “but having met yours I wish I did. I don’t have any sisters, either, I’m an only child. I’m sure my mother would have liked more, but – well, that would have involved spending time with my father. They didn’t like each other very much.”
“Why were they married?”
“Money, I suspect. My father’s family had quite a lot of it, at one point. He still lived with them, in a lovely old mansion on the outskirts of the city, and I’m sure my mother thought it would be an ideal place to raise children. They married, and lived in the house along with his parents and brothers and sisters. It was a large family but none of them worked… I have the impression they thought it beneath them. And my father spent money more freely than any of them, on fine clothing and wine and so on. I didn’t see him much, as he often didn’t come home at nights. I didn’t understand at the time where he was, but I know my mother knew. I don’t think it bothered her all that much, really; she often told me that I was all she needed to be happy.”
Sakura sniffled but was otherwise silent, a rapt audience. Tomoyo had never told this story before, but if there was ever a time to tell it then this was surely it.
“Her health began to fade when I was twelve. The healer came once or twice, then no more, and eventually she couldn’t get out of bed. I didn’t realize it then, but my father’s family was not particularly inclined to pay a lot of money for her welfare. The debt had finally begun to catch up to them, and they had to prioritize. She died when I was thirteen.”
“Oh, Tomoyo…”
“Shh, it was a long time ago. I’m sure she’s in a better place now. I grieved, but my father didn’t seem too affected. In next to no time he was back in his frivolous habits, leaving me alone with his family. I didn’t know until then how much my mother must have been doing to shield me from them. My grandparents didn’t care for me the moment I was born, hoping my mother would bear a son. My aunts and uncles complained when I sang, declaring girls should be seen and not heard. Nobody was very happy, I think, because the money problems were going from bad to worse and they worried they might lose the home. When my father was confronted with the debt he’d run up at various ladies’ houses, and went to his parents for help, I’m sure they told him he was on his own to solve it. One day, when I was fifteen years old, he told me to put on a nice dress and come with him. The carriage took us to Silken Flowers, and that’s when I met Jereth. He offered my father fifty gold nobles, my father accepted the money, and then he left. He didn’t look back.”
Sakura whimpered and hugged Tomoyo a little more tightly, but Tomoyo remained dry-eyed.
“Jereth intended to have me trained and then sold, as you were, but while I was there someone made him a generous offer for his trainer. One thing led to another, and before I knew it I’d become her permanent replacement. That was two years ago, and I’ve been at Flowers ever since. My father hasn’t been by to see me, or even sent a note; we live in the same city but it’s as if he dropped off the earth. It’s safe to say I never meant anything to him at all. So you can imagine how amazed I was, when I met your brother in our garden. I couldn’t believe that he’d followed you so far, and was trying so hard to get you back in spite of everything that stood in his way. I’d have given anything to have someone care that much about me. And even though he couldn’t rescue you, he’s still doing all that he can to look out for you. A brother that loves you that much is nothing to cry about.”
But Sakura was crying, albeit softly, onto her shoulder. “Tomoyo… your father…”
“It’s all said and done with, Sakura. I never think about it anymore, I’m doing fine. But don’t you see how lucky you are? No matter what, at least you’re not in this alone.”
“I- I know,” Sakura mumbled, and hiccuped. “But I don’t deserve it.”
“Nonsense. He obviously thinks you’re worth it. So please don’t torture yourself for a decision that was his to make. Do you think he’d like it if he could see you crying like this?”
Sakura shook her head, then sat up straight with a fresh urgency in her red eyes. “Oh, Tomoyo! Last night – I screamed at him. I said the most horrible things!”
“You were just upset. I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“I told him to never talk to me again! And I slapped him! I’ve never hit anyone in my whole life, how could I do that to him?”
Tomoyo cupped Sakura’s face in her hands, trying to forestall another outburst. “Sakura, listen to me. No matter what you said, no matter what you did, you are not a terrible person. It’s true he kept the truth from you, and you were naturally shocked when you found out. Tell him you’re sorry. It will be all right, I promise.”
“He looked so hurt…”
“But I’m sure he still loves you. And you love him, right? You do want to see him again, right?”
“Of course!”
“Then it’s going to be fine. Now bend down a bit, I need to clean you up.” Industriously Tomoyo set about patting Sakura’s face dry with her skirt, having already used her kerchief for a more insidious purpose. She wished she had some cold water, but the cage was locked and she was trapped in here until Ralen returned. It was frustrating, and she could understand Sakura’s unhappiness. Something had to be done about this cage.
A possibility flitted through her thoughts just then, but Tomoyo filed it away for future contemplation. She might say no, and she didn’t want to get Sakura’s hopes up.
Worn out from their physical activity and the emotionally charged talk afterwards, Sakura curled up next to Tomoyo in silence for the remainder of their time. Sensing her need for quiet, Tomoyo simply held her as they both gazed out over the valley. When footsteps sounded in the hall, Sakura groaned and buried her face in Tomoyo’s hair.
“Already? I wish you could stay longer.”
“So do I, Sakura, but it’s something of a ride back down the hill. I promised Jereth I’d be back by evening.”
“Take me with you.”
“If I could, believe me, I would.”
“Will you visit again soon?”
“Mm, I can’t exactly tell you when, I don’t always know how busy work will be. But I promise to come back as often as I can, okay?”
Sakura managed a watery smile. “You’re wonderful, Tomoyo. Thank you so much for everything.”
“Only wish I could do more.” Tomoyo combed her fingers through Sakura’s hair, then spontaneously planted a light kiss on her lips. Ralen whistled.
“You’re welcome to give me an encore performance, if you’d like to stay longer.”
Tomoyo shot him a nasty look and stood, smoothing her skirt. “That’s all right, it’s time for me to go. Bye-bye, Sakura, I’ll see you soon.”
“Bye.”
She wished she couldn’t hear the despondence in her voice when she said that, or feel Sakura’s longing eyes on her as she left the cage and pulled on her boots. Poor thing, she simply didn’t deserve to live her life like this. Ralen was already walking away, but Tomoyo paused to look over her shoulder one more time. Sakura was standing, hands against the bars of her prison, watching her go, and when Tomoyo looked back she waved. Tomoyo returned it, then turned the corner and Sakura was visible no more. In silence she followed Ralen back through the labyrinthine castle, until he’d brought her to the doors of the front hall.
“Someone will have brought your horse around. If you’ll excuse me, I have some tasks to attend to.”
“Not at all,” Tomoyo answered coolly. “Thank you for all your ‘trouble’.”
“Feel free to come visit again any time. I enjoyed your work.”
With one hand on the half-opened door, Tomoyo paused and looked back. “I hope, for your sake, that Sakura was telling the truth when she said you haven’t touched her.” Ralen favored her with a particularly sinister smile.
“Never once.”
“Do you really think your master would be all right with what you did today?”
“Guess you’ll never know.” Ralen smirked and turned his back on her, retreating back into the shadows of the castle. Tomoyo had to swallow her anger, reminding herself that Ralen only bent the rules a little and what he said was true – she had no idea if Yue would even care. Since he’d done nothing but ignore Sakura since she got here, it didn’t seem likely.
What a strange situation. Tomoyo mounted her horse and clucked softly, prodding her into a walk. She couldn’t help but glance back at the imposing castle behind her, though, so much more so now that she knew what was happening within its walls.
What was to come of all this?

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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters

Sorry I had to kill Sonomi, guys, but I just couldn’t see her tolerating Tomoyo’s sale into slavery. Angsty backstory – always a fun icebreaker.
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