Rurouni Kenshin Fan Fiction ❯ Sano Diaries ❯ Chapter 15
Chapter 15 - An Old Rival Returns
Sakura wakes up alone in a strange room. She notices that her wounds have been attended to and that she feels well rested. Her memory is cloudy for the day before. Sakura searches her mind for the previous days events. [Sano and I were walking… We stopped in an alley to talk and… we… we kissed!] A smile lit her face. [That's right. We kissed and then… Then Yahiko came… Ah! That must mean the others are alright! Great!] Sakura got out of bed and went to the door. At first she though she was still half asleep, but no, she was locked in. The events of the previous day came crashing down around her. The smile left her face. [What really happened yesterday…? Was kissing Sano only a dream? Where am I?]
Sakura: WHERE AM I?!
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Sano quickly and silently followed the tracks. Fatigue was starting to set in, but he kept going. He had to find his beloved. His soul mate. He had to find Sakura. Then suddenly, for no apparent reason Sano felt a sharp pain in his heart. It was as if Sakura was calling out to him. He knew he was on the right track and kept going.
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A mysterious voice came out of a weird box in the corner of Sakura's room. She had never seen anything like it.
Mysterious voice: Welcome my dear. I trust you slept well.
Sakura: [Have I heard that voice before…? I'm not sure…] Who…? Or what are you? And where am I?!
Mysterious voice: How rude of me not to introduce myself. Here I though you would have already guessed my identity by now. My name is Akiyama Hotori. Thanks to you and your friends I had to build a new base, after I broke out of prison of course.
Sakura's breath catches in her chest. She gasps. For a moment no words would come out.
Sakura: No… No, it can't be.
Akiyama: Oh, but it is.
Sakura: Wha- What do you want with me?
Akiyama: My dear child. Good help is so hard to find these days. I want you to fight for me.
Sakura: (horrified) NEVER!
Akiyama: Tisk, tisk, never say never…