AN: Another short update :) Enjoy everyone!

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A few minutes later, Sakura walked out of the Police Station with a pale trembling face. Was she the one who was mentally challenged? Was she seeing things? Ghosts? She was terrified of them. She walked blindly, blinking tears away from her eyes. She knew she should’ve moved out of that apartment, she knew there was something wrong with it the moment she walked through the doors. What was happening to her? Why was this happening to her? Did all girls who turned 18 go through this? But more importantly, what was she going to do? What if the ghost wouldn’t leave her alone?

But before Sakura could come up with an answer, a pair of hands of unseen hands suddenly grabbed her from behind, pulling her into an alleyway. She didn’t even have time to react, nor did she have the strength too. But when Sakura finally realized what was happening, she found herself braced against the rough brick wall. Her eyes snapped opened, dreading who or what she was about to see. Chills rippled through her spine as her emerald orbs focused on the face before hers. The intense amber eyes, the short chocolate colored hair, it was the ghost.

Sakura shrieked, tears leaking from her dark lashes. She thrashed about, hoping he would just go away. Why was this ghost after her? Was she going to die? Through her fearful sobbing, she heard a tired sigh. Suddenly she was released, but her lack of strength allowed her to slide down against the wall. She hugged her knees and buried her face between them. This was not happening. This was not happening.

“Yo.” At his voice, Sakura whimpered. “What’s wrong?” He continued.

Sakura held herself tighter, the small space seemingly the most secure. She didn’t know where she found her voice, but terrified and hesitantly she spoke. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“…Why are you doing this to me?”

“I told you earlier, I have no choice.”

“Why does it have to be me? Why can’t it be anyone else?”

“It didn’t have to, it just happened that way.”

“What can I do…to make you leave me alone?”

“You have to be here Sakura; it’s your only way of living.” At his words, Sakura sprang from her spot, clutching onto him. Her eyes were filled with urgency, on the brink of hysteria.

“What if I visit your grave? What if I find you a ghost friend? Will you leave me alone then? Please?” She looked at him, as if searching, waiting for his response. She expected him to laugh, to look angry or to even have his eyes turn red. But instead, he looked confused.

“…My grave? A ghost friend? Wait, Sakura, what are you talking about?”

“I know what you are –.” He cut her off with an exasperated sigh.

“I know you know what I am. I told you, I’m an assassin.”

“No, no, please don’t lie. You’re a ghost! I went to the police; I saw it with my own eyes. You’re dead!” She felt another batch of fresh tears ready to spring, her voice becoming frantic.

So what do you do when a female thinks you’re dead? You prove to her that you’re not. Syaoran did the only thing possible in such a situation. He kissed her.

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AN: Chapter 4 may be up tomorrow, depending on the reviews. So please remember to review!