The House of Li

Chapter Four

Shoot. I dare you to shoot.

His words were hauntingly charismatic and bold at once. His passionate, unblinking gaze chilled my spine. It was as though he wanted me to.kill him.

If that's even remotely possible. You can't murder a ghost-they're already dead.

Or are they? Are they still alive inside?

I opened my mouth to ask my first dying question, but I noticed a gradual change in Syaoran's appearance-he was getting wispier and paler, and his starched, pressed shirt and pants were becoming torn and raggedy-and I knew something bad was happening.

Really bad.

"What the hell are you looking at?" he asked dully, his burning inner fire having been completely snuffed out. I was loosing him-and loosing him fast.

"Syaoran, look at yourself! You're, you're turning into a ghost!"

Heck, I didn't have a clue what to say-my mind was turning a blank right now.

"Pardon, did you say ghost? You've got to be kidding-" he stopped to look at his hands, which were thinning into puffs of smoke.

"Shit. I am in big shit." He said as calmly as one does when talking about tomorrow's weather.

My eyes instinctively widened and I felt my hands quivering-what the hell should I do now? They never taught us how to help ghosts pull themselves together at exorcist training camp!

"Well?" he said bluntly, gazing at me-unfortunately, his eyes still held its blazing amber intensity-"Are you just going to stand there, brat? Help me!"

"How?" I snapped back, he was being awfully bossy-and he's the one asking for help!

"Are you sure I'm the one you should ask?" he replied hurriedly.

"Well yeah, you're the one turning into smoke!"

"Damnit-you really don't know what to do?"

"NO! I DON'T KNOW-JUST TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

"Fine, bitch. Then kiss me."

I purposely blinked and stared at him deeply, taking in every fine curve and detail of his handsome, stubborn face.

Pieces of words started forming in my mind at incoherent, lightning speeds.

Kissing?

My boss.

Ghost!

Danger!

Run away!

Smoke.

Kiss boss-

SCREAM!

DANGER!

Finally, a single sentence began to form slowly in my scattered mind.

You have to kiss your boss, who is a ghost and is disappearing in front of your eyes...

And what exactly happened to normal, happy-go-lucky Sakura Kinomoto who loves food, roller-blading, and chatting with normal, happy-go-lucky friends?

Easy-she died and went to normal heaven-when you put your John Hancock on that creamy white contract..

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