Disclaimer: Although I find it pointless to say that I don't own any of the characters or any part of CCS...I don't own any of the characters or any part of CCS

AN: I know that I said that I'd update as quickly as I possibly could...oO sadly...I am. Either way, I hope that you enjoy this chapter and as always, review.

AN #2: Actually I've never read any of the books that you reviewers had mentioned (oO; I had no idea they existed) however now I'd like to know a little bit more about them.

Haunted

Run

It wasn't that she was surprised to have found a ghost. It wasn't that she was surprised to have found a ghost in the attic. It wasn't even that she was surprised to have found a ghost in the attic who knew her name. She was surprised because she could feel the touch of his hand when it was placed against her shoulder. This was something that in her 16 years as a medium she had never once encountered. Staring up at the windows that belonged to the attic she shook her head for having run out of there ridiculously. Taking a deep breath she marched determinedly back into the house, after all who said there was no second chance at a first impression?

Her scent was surrounding him. She smelled of the same flowers that she was named after. He could feel the contrast between the warmth of her body against his, and the handle of the blade that he had held behind her back. This was his job, his mission, this had been his life. And as he raised the knife to enter her back ... he set it back down. He couldn't do it.

There is no picture sadder then that of a man who has lost faith in all he believes in. All the years he had spent killing, those whom he thought were evil, the innocent. Now he was in love with the one person he couldn't afford to. He could look within the heart of his old self and know that he had to kill her. But now his heart had changed and instead he pushed her back and whispered for her to run. He knew that his fellow sorceress-hunters would be here soon in case she had been able to overpower him.

"Run, Sakura, Run"

"Syaoran?"

"Sakura you have to listen to me. Run; get away from here as fast as you possibly can. I've been lying to you; I'm a sorceress-hunter. You have to go, Run!"

"I...All right Syaoran...be safe."

"...I love you Sakura."

"I love you too Syaoran."

He watched her run off in some unknown direction. He didn't know what he would say to his colleagues when they came to collect her body, and found that it wasn't there. It didn't matter...she loved him.

"Hello?"

Sakura paused for a second when she walked back into the attic. There were a few swords on the wall, Windows neatly decorated with silk curtains (pulled back), and a large western-style bed in the center of the room.

"This is definitely my room..."

Sakura nodded and was about to plop onto the bed, having been tired from her trip with a voice interrupted her.

"Actually, I believe it is my room."

Sakura let out a surprised gasp when instead of hitting her bed she hit the floor, the sound of the young man's voice having thrown off her concentration.

"And I don't really appreciate the pink." He said gesturing to the pink silk curtains and the pink comforter that was on the bed.

Standing up Sakura racked her brain for the cleverest thing to say at a time like this.

"Hi...I'm Kinomoto, Sakura...are you dead?"

AN: oo;;; Oh yeah. That bit in the middle was a flashback (obviously)