Hostage
The
scent of flowers awoke her. Sakura found herself in a room of white.
She sat on
a bed of silk sheets. A copper cross was nailed to the wall near the
door. A
wall wide window reflected Mars at night. “Wher- Where am I?” the
tenshi-chi
mumbled. “In my guest room.” a voice answered. Sakura turned. A man in
his
early forties stood in the doorway. He was dressed like a priest with
glasses
on. He was smiling at her.
“Who
are you?” Sakura asked. The man stepped forward. “I am Minister Yuji.”
he
answered. “I am a priest and a hacker.” The tenshi-chi sat silently. “I
know
you’re burning with questions.” Yuji began again. “So, I’ll get to it
Sakura.”
The tenshi-chi stared at him hard. “How do you know my?” she asked.
Yuji
grinned.
“Weeks
ago,” he began. “Katsuko posted a message asked for info on you. You,
my dear,
are just as I pictured. 500 yet has the physique of a twenty-year-old
woman,
short pinkish strawberry hair to your shoulders, creamy amber eyes, two
great
white wings. Mmm. You are better looking in person!”
Sakura
was quiet. Was she that mind-blowing? “You are here because I kidnapped
you.”
the priest went on. “When I read Katsuko’s message about you, my heart
was
stolen by you! I just had to have you. So here you are.”
Sakura
soaked in every word of it. Something still didn’t add up. “Why?”
Sakura asked.
“Why what?” Yuji questioned. “Why did you kidnap me?” the tenshi-chi
asked.
“Because,” the priest said as he turned to leave. “You are Amadeus’
daughter.” Then
he slammed the door shut.
Sakura
sat in silence. “I’m… Amadeus’… daughter?” she thought. Was
Amadeus her
father?
Sakura
lied back down and went to sleep again. But a bitter night was there to
greet
her with sorrow.