A/N: And just as promised, an update for my faithful readers.

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The transportation spell ended and we emerged in a brightly lit hallway. A woman around the age of twenty six or something saw us appear and rushed over to us, stopping a few feet away from us, gaping at the four of us.

A dull thud sounded to my right and I looked there only to find that the mage had collapsed. His eyes were closed and there was blood trickling out of his mouth. His skin was almost as white as a ghost's and his breathing was oddly shallow. Next to him Sakura was in no better condition.

Our sudden arrival had probably alerted a few other people seeing as around four more women and a young man hurried in our direction.

"Oh shit," the man breathed as he looked at the scene before him.

"Mike, stabilize the girl, Maria get over to the boy, Alina, Ross, help them," she snapped at the newcomers, "Brit, go get a healer, now." She ordered urgently, moving towards Fai, a pale purple aura surrounding her hands a she dropped to her knees next to him.

"The boy is dead," the woman named Maria said in an even, emotionless tone.

"These two are not," the woman who was hovering her hands over the idiot's chest said without looking up, "so find a healer, Ross come help me with this one."

None of them had so much as even glanced at me so either they couldn't see me or I was no longer strong enough to retain a corporeal form. I was feeling too numb to actually care which of these reasons were true. I was far too worried about the two prone forms on the ground.

I watched in silence as the amber-eyed woman worked on the blond idiot, pouring out some of her magic, which now that I watched more closely was not pale purple but a light shade of crimson. It was the same color as the streaks in her hair which had been pulled back in a ponytail behind her head. From the uniform that she was wearing I could tell that she was a healer. I had followed the mage and the others to a hospital once before, shortly after my death, so I knew what they wore. The other four present were nurses, along with the one who had left to fetch a healer.

Not an instant later, a pink-haired woman with bright emerald-colored eyes appeared alongside Maria and Brit. She was a healer too, I could tell from the white lab coat she wore with the pale green shirt underneath it.

"What's her status Mike?" she questioned, quickly crouching next to the unconscious princess.

"Multiple stab wounds, a head injury and a cursed wound that has eaten away majority of the flesh on her back."

"Damn!" the pink-haired healer cursed. "Move her onto a gurney and bring her to the ER. I can't work on her in a corridor."

"Him too." The amber-eyed healer said as she removed her hands from the mage's body. The nurses snapped into action, quickly loading the two into the stretchers before zooming down the corridor, the healers racing alongside. "Brit, Alina, you deal with the boy." her gaze flicked in my direction for a fraction of a second but it was so quick I thought I must have imagined it. I ran after them, watching silently with bated breath as the healers worked on them.

After several long hours of pacing outside the corridor those two had been taken into, the amber-eyed healer emerged from the double doors. She made no indication of having seen me as she walked past me, stopping a couple of steps away.

"You're a ghost." She stated simply as though it was an everyday occurrence for her to see dead people walking around. Which wasn't much of an impossibility considering the princess could do the same.

"Guess you can see me after all." I answered dryly, finding it very difficult to keep the worry out of my tone. I waited a couple of seconds for her to say something else but she was looking elsewhere with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Your magician friend is suffering from acute magical drain and the girl was hit by a very potent curse. We've tried our best to stabilize their conditions but we're not sure if they can make it through the night." She said, directing her sympathetic gaze at me.

My fists clenched subconsciously. "Damn it!" I growled, punching the wall in anger. "I'm gonna f**kin' kill him if he dies." I hit it again with a resounding thwack. I froze in shock, watching my fist and the considerable sized dent that it had created. "What the…" I blinked a couple of times before realizing what had happened.

Find Syaoran and give half of this to him. Fai's words as he had given me his magic rang in my ears.

"It would be better if you keep the noise level down Mr. Ghost." The healer stated in an irritated tone, "This is a hospital and there is an ICU on the other side of the wall you just hit."

I sighed before slumping on the ground. My afterlife was so f**ked up.

"I saw you arrive with them." she said quietly as she sat down next to me. "What happened to them? And the boy..." she trailed off as she looked down to her hands clasped in her lap.

"A bitch did that to them for revenge." I answered shortly. "She's dead now." I added, leaning my head against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"You have unusual amount of magic for a ghost," she said quietly after a while, making me look at her only to find that she was observing me closely.

"It belongs to the mage," I answered, closing my eyes and leaning my head back against the wall.

"Normally we don't allow visitors to the patients into the ICU," she told me gently after some time, "but since you're a ghost, I guess you can go see them if you want." I cracked an eye open to see that she was already on her feet and moving through a pair of double doors which led to a different corridor. After having lived for more than a year in this place, I had learnt quite a lot of this world's language so I knew that the door on the right of this new corridor was the operation theatre while the one on the left lead to the ICUs.

I followed her quietly as she led me down several rows of doors to the very back.

"The girl is in this room and the magician is the next one." She pointed at the two adjoining doors.

I peeked through the glass pane in the door to the room in which she said Sakura was being kept. The princess's nose and mouth were covered in a mask of some sort, her breath fogging its glass surface from the inside. There were many wires sticking out of her body, all of them leading to the strange looking machines next to her bed. A slow beeping sound, accompanied by a several squiggly lines on a screen indicated that she was still alive. A couple of drips were injecting vital fluids into her body, one of which was blood.

Her skin was paler than the sheets beneath her, her closed eyes had dark circles beneath them and her small chest heaved with effort as she drew in lungful after lungful of air. The kid would have been heartbroken to see her like this. This was the first thought that ran through my head when I took in her current state. Even the other princess had not been in such a bad condition when she had arrived at the witch's shop, and she had been dying herself.

Unable to make myself enter her room, I turned away, stepping inside the mage's room, without even looking at him. I stopped next to his bedside, finally raising my head to look at him. His eyes were closed and his expression peaceful. If it wasn't for the pair of transparent plastic tubes coming out of his nose, I would have thought he was sleeping. Wires similar to the ones attached to the princess were also sticking out from under his clothes, leading to the life support system he was on.

"You f**king idiot!" I hissed, narrowing my eyes, hating the feeling of helplessness that crushed my heart as I watched him lie there. "Why do you always have to be so damn selfish? Who's gonna look after the princess if you die, huh…? I can't stay here forever, that bitch made sure that the kid can't do it since he's dead! Are you gonna leave her too…? You self-centered bastard, didn't you think about her even once?!"

His only response was the rising of his chest as the machine next to him compressed itself and pushed air into his lungs. "If you weren't so close to dying already, I would have probably pounded you in the face for all of this…"

Once again I got no response from the normally hyperactive magician. "Damn it Fai!" I snarled in a whispered voice, "don't you dare leave her too… Don't you f**kin' try to die or I'll bring you back to life and kill you myself… A thousand times over… You hear me… I'll kill you if you die too." I opened my mouth to speak again but the wailing monitors in the next room caught my attention.

"Sakura…" my eyes widened in shock and fear as I sensed a second presence in her room.

-0-

I was running. Tripping on my feet as they were getting caught in the roots of the trees hidden beneath the layer of white which covered everything miles around. But no matter what, I couldn't stop. I had to get there. I had to.

The looming ruins of a crumbling castle appeared before me, but even though I ran like the hounds of hell were chasing after me, it never got any closer. It was as though the earth itself was stretching out to keep me away from my destination.

There was a flash of light and I found out that I was no longer outside in the snow nor was I running. Instead, I was on the ground in a dimly lit dungeon, cradling an unmoving body to my chest as blood pooled around me.

Another flash of light and the body was behind me, blue runes danced in the air all around me while Akira's laughter rang in the air. Wisps of her dark shimmering magic were eating away the soul of one of my most precious persons. The twirling characters battled with the smoky entrails but I was too late, helplessly watching as the soul was destroyed completely.

[With] a flash of light and I was walking down a street, laughing and joking with a young brown-haired boy and an auburn-haired girl. A white rabbit-like creature with a bright red jewel on its head was perched on my shoulder. We stopped walking when we saw a crowd near an alleyway with an ambulance and police cruiser parked there.

Curious, me and the teens headed over only to find our precious friend dead on the ground in the form of an unmoving corpse, blood having pooled around his form and already half dried. He had been dead for quite some time.

One more flash and I was once again in a dank dungeon, this one slightly different from the last but once again, one of my loved people was dead, lying in a pool of their own blood.

Flash and I was holding onto my last precious person, mortally wounded with injuries that I could never heal. Her glazed-over jade eyes were the last thing I saw before everything was enshrouded in darkness.

They're all dead. I heard myself say. And it's all your fault. My voice breathed in my ear. I whirled around but no one was there.

Face it Yuui, The voice spoke from behind me. You killed them all.

No, I breathed. Akira killed them.

And who led Akira to them? My voice asked cruelly.

I-it wasn't my fault…

Then whose fault was it?

I remained silent.

Tell me Yuui, whose fault was it? You're the reason Fai died. You're the reason Ashura went mad. You're the reason Akira killed Masooma and then Kurogane. Then she went after Syaoran and finally she killed the princess. How can you keep on living with so much blood on your hands?

Sh-shut up…

Why should I? The face that materialized before me was my own. The only difference was that his eyes were pitch black and there were splotches of blood on his skin, blood that was not his own as smooth skin was still visible underneath. Answer me Yuui? Why are you still alive? None of them deserved to die and yet they all did but you?

N-no, go away. I-I didn't kill them… Leave me alone!

Make me, My copy smirked. Fai D Flourite You should be dead. You killed them all. Every single one of them died because of you.

Go away… I said in a weak voice, I didn't kill them… I didn't… kill them…

-0-

Blearily, I opened my eyes. The first thing that greeted me was a white light which was far too bright. Instantaneously I screwed them shut again, wondering if I was dead and this was the afterworld. My body felt weightless; there was almost no feeling in my limbs, like they were not even there. A soft beeping sound and the presence of an almost insubstantial weight on my wrist told me otherwise.

I drew in a shuddering breath and realized with a jolt that the air smelled too sterile and medicated to belong to the afterworld, if there was air there in the first place. Slowly, I reopened my eyes, taking my time to let them adjust to the brightness. A dull ache in my right shoulder made its presence known, confirming my suspicions that I was indeed alive.

I was still alive. Strangely, I felt no joy to know that just as I felt no sorrow. I felt nothing except emptiness. No emotions at all.

Just an aching hollow which felt so… vacant...

Slowly, I tried to push myself into a sitting position to get my bearings. Where was I? And where was Fai-san? Was he alright?

I lifted my head off the pillow but a wave of dizziness sent me crashing back down. I was fully awake by now but I felt as though my head was filled with thick wads of cotton and I had difficulty focusing on anything.

Sakura? That voice cut through the haze of confusion and weakness that had swallowed me whole. My heart stopped beating the minute I heard my name uttered as my thoughts reeled.

Could it be? How was it even possible? He couldn't be here.

That witch Akira had made sure of that. He had died in my arms, so then how…

Was I dreaming?

You're alright. His voice sounded relieved as I felt the weight lift from my wrist. No, his voice sounded far too real to be a dream. But if this wasn't a dream then was all of what had happened before been one?

Before I could ponder anymore on the possibility of what was a dream and what was the reality, something soft was pressed against my lips. It was comforting and warm yet cold at the same time. His sweet earthen scent filled my nostrils, making my heart flutter beneath my ribcage as my eyes closed of their own accord. I felt his fingers lightly rake through my hair as he gently moved his lips against mine. I found losing myself in that blissful sensation, forgetting all the fears and worries that had assaulted me the minute I had woken up.

But it all ended all too soon for my liking as the feeling and that soft touch vanished. I was afraid to open my eyes as my heart clenched painfully, telling me that it was too good to be true. That when I looked, no one will be there. But the kiss had felt so real.

I couldn't have imagined it. But then, why were the only sounds that I heard in the room no more than the constant beeping and my own breathing. Why was there no rustle of clothes? Why was there no one else breathing in this room except for me?

Sakura, he whispered in my ear but I did not feel his breath ghost my skin like it should have. So it wasn't a dream?

Tears streamed down my face from my closed eyes, wetting the pillow beneath my head but I paid that no mind. My emotions were in wild disarray. So many feeling rushing in all at once, I no longer knew what to feel so I let the tears fall.

Hey! What's wrong? He sounded so alarmed but I still could not bring myself to open my eyes. What if I couldn't see him? What if I opened my eyes and he wasn't there? What if… Sakura. He sounded panicked now. The beeping sound in the room was sharper and coming in much shorter intervals.

Sakura… his voice faded away just as the beeping grew distant. I tried opening my eyes, alarmed at the sudden drop in noise level in the room, everything sounded so far away.

Something dully pricked my arm, my body lacking the energy to even twitch as everything dissolved into a black haze.

-0-

A/N: Hmm, so Fai's having nightmares, Sakura is hallucinating and still in danger of dying, Kurogane is helpless and Syaoran… wonder what will happen next? ;)

Can anyone guess the identities of the two doctors? Cookies for anyone who can.

Oh and before you go.

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Ja ne.

-Nims.