Disclaimer: I do not have any rights to the characters of Card Captor Sakura, those belong to CLAMP. If I create any OC (gods hope I don't) then those and only those are mine.

AN: I've been on a bit of a writing hiatus for a while now but I'm trying as hard as I can to start writing more diligently. Before anyone reads this I want them to know that I'm not going for historical accuracy. This is simply intended as a good fanfiction, hope you enjoy.

Haunted

Strange

Kinomoto, Sakura had never been an easily sociable person. Ever since she was a child her parents would wonder why the young girl would spend her not playing with other children, but locked up in her room. The answer was one they would have preferred not to have found, but once they did it became impossible to ignore.

Now that her mother was dead Sakura was even more introverted then ever. It certainly didn't help that her father had packed them up from their suburban Japanese house, and moved his family into a spacious townhouse in Hong Kong. All along the plane ride her elder brother, Touya had been complaining about the sudden upheaval. During this, Sakura had kept quiet, no surprise.

"Geez dad . . . what do you have fifteen other children living here with us too?"

Touya let out a low whistle as he eyed the three story townhouse. It was certainly a big change from the small one-story house they had had in Japan, of course . . . he wasn't complaining.

"No Touya, I just wanted you and Sakura to have as much space as you could possibly want. What do you think Sakura darling?"

Had Fujitaka kept his eyes open he would have seen that his daughter had already walked inside, her brother following him shortly. With a cough as he turned to see a few neighbors starring at him for talking to himself, he grabbed the suitcases and joined them.

Touya had immediately gone into the living room, the house was pre-furnished, to watch television. Fujitaka was busy taking a walking tour of the first floor, no one noticed that sakura had already made her way into the third-story attic.

Her green eyes snapped around the dark, musky room. She could feel cold air brushing against her skin although the few windows that led to the outside were closed. Rubbing her arms she curiously peered through the old trinkets that lay haphazardly on the floor. She was well aware of the presence within the room, of course it didn't stop her from being surprised when she felt a light tap on her shoulder, turned, and peered into the most piercing amber eyes she had ever seen.

"Sakura . . .?"

Fujitaka could only say

"Strange. . ."

when he watched Sakura run downstairs, screaming, and out of the house.

Touya laughed.

Syaoran . . . closed his eyes . . . and wept.

AN: That's a downer of a chapter. Geez. . . review whydon'tchya and make me feel better?