Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The House of Cards ❯ Innocent ( Chapter 2 )

Buruma felt herself being dragged along a cold pathway. She could feel cold bite of the metal paneling under her bare feet. She stumbled to her feet wearily, letting her legs lope along in an effort to keep herself from having to be yanked along the pathway. She moaned incoherently. When were they going to get where ever they were going? She had a sliptting headache and every movement her body made, she lurched with pain. She was instinctively aware of a dull throbbing between her legs but she tried hard to ignore it. Any thoughts connected to why she was sore between her legs threatened to make her throw-up. She opened her eyes but quickly reshut them. The bright lights from the track lighting almost made her go blind. She knew there were two men 'carrying' her down the hall; more like forcing her through the hallway with one of her arms in one of theirs. (does that make any sense? her left arm is being carried by one guy, and her right by another. not that she's heavy.. oh, just keep reading.)

Buruma was vaguely aware of being tossed into another room. She heard slurred murmurs coming from around her. Buruma struggled, then pulled herself to her feet. 'Kami... if so tired...' she thought to herself. "Leave...me...alone..." she rasped.
"Myashete. Doron kyanerui." Another voice replied in a mumble. The first voice rose in intensity. "Perugya, doron." Buruma heard the treading of feet on the ground. She stumbled backwards, twisting to fall on the ground. She broke her fall with her hands; a sudden pain flaming up from her right wrist. "Ahh!" Buruma cried out. She curled up on the ground, clutchin her wrist to her chest. 'Kami... someone kill me now!' she screamed in her head.
She felt her head lifted into someone's soft, warm lap. "Shhh...chere. Calm yourself." The gentle voice ran her hands through Buruma's mussed, sweat-caked hair. "You safe now," the voice continued in a decidedly creole accent. "No," Buruma whispered, her voice barely as strong as the breeze. "I'm not safe here." The voise sighed. "We are, none of us. But we safe together," she emphacized.
There was more murmuring. "Mika lhaya...eri." Buruma felt herself lifted; she tried to struggle against their hold. "Leggo!" she said with all the fierceness of a child. A few moments later, she was submerged in a tub of luke warm water. She lost all her fight as she lost consciousness to the soothing heat of the bath.
She woke some time, able to open her eyes for the first time in what seemed like days. A loose cream-colored chainse covered her body down to her ankles. Her undergarments, what were left of them, had been removed. Those Buruma felt 'unsupported' without her undergarments, she knew wearing them would only be more painful, the pushing and pulling on her forming bruises. She stretched gingerly.
"So mon petit chere awake?"
Buruma looked up scared at who had intruded. She saw a small female figure standing a few feet away from her cot with a basin of steaming water. The glistening liquid reflected the pale lavender of the creature's skin. She had long white hair pulled away from her face in a braid twisted atop her head in a thick wreath-like circle. She also wore a cream-colored chaise that hung loosly over her thin frame. "Are ready for washing the face, chere?" the creature asked kindly.
Buruma nodded her head slightly. The hot water would feel good she knew. She gladly accepted the terry cloth washcloth and dipped it into the steaming basin, running it over her pale face. She was already feeling more alert. She looked up to thank the woman who had brought her the basin when she was met by the lady's eyes, a distinctive gree, astute and keen but radiating gentleness.
"You welcome," the woman said without waiting for Buruma to thank her. She set down the basin and tossed the used washcloth over the rim. Buruma just stared at her stonily. "What is you want from me?"
The woman chuckled. "I not the one you should be asking," she said.
"No?"
"No," the woman said. "Mon chere, we he-a jus like you."
Buruma gave a sad smile.
"Qui?"
"Your voice...the way you speak, it reminds me of a place back home..."
The woman looked at her simpathetically. "Ah... memories, chere, are all we have now. We should treasure them, non?"
"Oui," Buruma said with a sad, sweet smile.

Myrani, the kind lavender-hued being, and her sister Mika had been taken from the small holding cell two days ago. Buruma had grown fond of the twins; one gentle and kind in nature, the other spoiled and presumptuous. It made Buruma smile just to think back on all the arguments and tiffs between the two.
The day Buruma had met them, she had found out that the two were handmaidens to the High Priestess of Dyprisia. Their mistress had been taken away some time ago and they were stuck here, until Buruma had been tossed in haphazardly. In unguarded moments, Buruma felt as she could be akin to them as they shared their suffering and that drew them together. However, Myrani and Mika were now gone and Buruma was once again alone.

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Buruma strode, indignant, into the large hall. She pushed off the grubby hands of the guards who were escorting her. After a few of rest from her attack, Buruma had regained her fiery temper and was in no mode to be trifled with. She was the Princess of the Third Realm of Earth and she should be treated as such.
She noticed the room was set up with two large wooden tables running parallel to the walls with half a dozen supposed dignitaries lined on each one. There was a table at the head of the room with another half a dozen dignitaries or rulers seated there. In the very center of the main table sat a man with a metallic sheen. Buruma squinted; he had the same silver hue as a fork!
The man gave her a cruel smirk. "Cold, Lord Cold, if you please."
Buruma stuck her chin out. "Well, Mr. Cold," she began. "I demand you release me and provide me with transport back to my home planet, if you please."
Another man to the left of Cold snickered. "Fiesty one, isn't she?"
Buruma turned her attention to the other man. "And just who are you?" she asked the light-haired man.
"Ambassador Ezekiel of Yahweh," he purred.
Buruma's eyes turned cold in a second. This was the bastard master of those two.... who had.... Buruma couldn't bring herself to think back on those horrid memories. She her attention on the many sets of eyes that were currently scrutinizing her...
"Just kill her and be done with it," a husky voice mumbled. Buruma turned her scathing gaze on the man who would dare treat her life so carelessly.
She saw the owner of the voice, a young man, not much older than she, with deep black hair and matching black eyes, a healthy tan complexion giving him the 'tall, dark and handsome' look thoroughly. She didn't notice how she stood transfixed with his gaze.
Lord Cold cleared his throat. "Now, now, Vejita...," he said with admonishment. (Buruma thought his voice decidedly too feminine for her liking.) "She is royalty afterall--"
"--or was," 'Vejita' interjected.
"What do you mean 'was'?" Buruma shouted. "I am and always will be Princess of the Third Realm of Earth and you would do well to treat me as such, you---you--"
Vejita shot up, slamming his hands on the oak table, laying a crack or two to the polished surface. "Shut up, wench, before I come over there and make you!" he spat venemously.
Cold chuckled. "Please, King Vejita. Excuse him, Lady Buruma. Having just taken the throne from his father, our dear Vejita is unused to the diplomatic ways the title of King entails."
Vejita seethed at his title being downplayed by Cold, but as the head of Unified Universal Alliance, Cold's judgement was practically impregnable. Vejita had to be satisfied with Lord Cold's handling of the fiery-tempered Princess. Vejita grinned inwardly. If he was in charge, the woman would have been dead by now.

"Where are Myrani and Mika?" she asked suddenly.
"Who?" Cold asked back with disinterest.
"Myrani and Mika," she repeated. "The handmaidens to the High Priestess of Dyprisia. There were with me in my holding cell, now where are they?"
Cold looked bewildered for a moment before one of his attendents scurried up and whispered in his ear. "Mmm hmm... yes... I see..." Cold looked back to the Princess. "It seems that the two women who were with you were sold off on the slave auction," Cold said nonchalantly.
"WHAT?! ou can't do that!" Buruma shouted at Lord Cold.
"We can do whatever we want," Vejita snapped at her.
Vejita," Cold said in a humoring tone as one would chastise a child. "Please, Lady Buruma, understand that we do what is in the best interest of our Alliance, really--"
"And selling helpless women into slavery is in your best interest? I'd hate to see your decision-making on a bad day!" she said vengefully.
Cold chuckled. "And what decision have me made about you, my dear?"
Buruma glared at him with hate. You will send me back home and leave my planet and myself alone!"
Cold looked amusedly at the dignitaries lined on either side of him. "Ahem... yes, well... you, Lady Buruma, being from the lower of the M-class planets have been deigned 'purgable' by UUA law, that is by the council of the Unified Universal Alliance."
"And who the HELL do you people think you are?"
Another man on the long row to the right of her half-stood from his chair. "We are the High Council of the UUA, more generally, the masters of this universe." There was a chorus of snickers and bouts of applause tagged to that statement. "And you, Buruma Briefs of Earth, had been determined to be disposable."
Buruma's eyes grew wide with fright. Fear, cold fear, was the last thing she remembered before a heavy hand knocked her out from behind. The darkness consumed her.

'But I'm innocent...'


thanks to those who reviewed. ur patience and comments are greatly appreciated as always. to maiyuan: i'll try to make the chapters longer, but these short chapters are termed 'episodic' and once the plot is more established, longer chapters will ensue. i'm trying not to go on and on in each of my chapters because that is what i usually do and the stories themselves are over in a blink. let's see if we all can't work an agreement. long-chapter---> short chapter...so on and so forth?? thanks for your suggestion! ^_~

rev kurame