Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership over the CLAMP characters in Card Captor Sakura or its (crappy) English counterpart Card Captors

Author's Rant: Over the course of this story I have received more than a few reviews that question this story's similarity to a story with the same title by either Meg Cabot or Jenny Carroll. I am now stating, again, that I have never read these books nor do I intend to, as I feel it would influence the course of this story. My Haunted is not based on those of Meg Cabot or Jenny Carroll, and is certainly not a "rip-off" as one of my removed reviews stated. Please do not make anymore comments such as those or I will be forced to end this story indefinitely.

AN: This will be a double post to make up for my lack of recent updates. Enjoy.

Haunted

Uniform

Because of Sakura's curious "gifts" her family had always taken to home-school her. Thanks to her mother's many friends and relations though, Sakura had never lacked for friends. The minute her father asked her to come into his study, interrupting her conversation with the ghost (whom she now knew as Syaoran), she knew that something was about to change.

"Sakura..."

"It was Touya! He talked me into it, I tried to say no…"

"You're not in trouble, though we will talk about what you and Touya have done later."

Bowing her head in slight embarrassment Sakura asked her father why she had been called into his "Sanctuary".

"Well Sakura, with my new job and the fact that Touya is so busy with his new job there is just no time to home school you. I've enrolled you into a very nice private school on the other side of town, its co-ed and has a good reputation."

The only words that managed to come from Sakura weren't words at all, but rather a mouthed "oh" sound.

Sakura marched, like a woman condemned, up the stairs. She had tried, all too unsuccessfully; to convince her father that she could home school herself. Now she entered her room, the three hangers that held a complete school uniform each (given to her by her father) in her hands, and slammed the door closed behind her.

"Are you always so loud or was this a special occasion?"

Muttering the only foul words that had ever made their way into her vocabulary Sakura gave the smug looking Syaoran a harshly spoken "shut up" and laid her uniforms out on the bed.

Whether it was the suddenly pained expression on his face or the fact that he had walked towards her to check if she was all right, Sakura had felt guilty smiled and apologized to Syaoran.

"I've never gone to a real school before, I'm a bit nervous."

"Pfft, don't be, you've always been very smart, you'll do fine."

"Always been? We've barely just met."

Another look of pain crossed Syaoran's face, this one more agonizing than the first. Fortunately he recovered in time to nonchalantly tell sakura,

"Erm…Well you look smart enough anyway."

"Thanks. Well, speaking of looking, I'd better try on my Uniform. Turn around, and don't peak!"

Rolling his eyes Syaoran instead disappeared into the walls, though his more mischievous half would have been happy to stay. When Sakura called him back into the room he floated there, shell shocked.

"That's…the most indecent thing I've ever seen! They actually make you wear that garb?"

Giving him a bit of a pout Sakura looked down at her clothing. The uniform consisting of a skirt and blazer that matched the color of her own emerald eyes, and a white button up shirt. It seemed decent enough until she realized just where the skirt fell on her long legs, just two inches above her knees. Two inches enough to make the skirt seem indecent to the old-fashioned Syaoran.

"I think it's nice."

"There's no way you're wearing that out of this room."

"You're not the boss of me!"

Standing outside of Sakura's bedroom door Touya quietly set down the dinner tray his father had made him bring up to Sakura. He could sense the presence of a ghost, the only skill that he had ever had as a medium, and could hear Sakura arguing with it. Shaking his head sadly at how much Sakura reminded him of his mother, he walked back down the stairs and ate dinner with his father.

"No matter how far we go…Sakura will always be a medium…won't she dad?"

With a sad, low chuckle Fujitaka nodded and looked up the stairs.

"It doesn't matter if we dress her up in a regular girl's uniform…yes Touya, Sakura will always be a medium…that's her true uniform."

AN:D