Midnight...
The full moon shines brightly, illuminating the sky with a brilliant silver color. A cat scurries away from a wall with a screech. There are no stars out...

I smile, looking out of the window. Outside, it was beautiful. No, more like unearthly. Maybe that was why it was beautiful. I have no worries about the moon or sun or anything anymore. I am a normal girl. A normal teen aged girl, leading a perfectly normal life. Maybe a little bit too normal, considering what I have done only eight or nine years ago...

When I was ten, I was a card captor. I battled clow cards and sealed them up as they should be...the card's guardian, Cerberus, aka. Kero-chan disappeared shortly after all that happened to me...I still have the power of dream seeking, or having dreams that sometimes come true, but all of my other powers have left me. The only thing I have to remind me of what I had done is the key I used to seal those cards...and the boy who helped me "seal" them...

I wonder if I will ever forget...no, I don't want to forget anything that happened to me. All of my memories are going to stay tucked in the back of my mind...until I die...

I open the window and stick my head out, glancing around at the space below me. Darkness...a small tree swaying with the wind...but nothing else. I sigh, without purpose.

<I'd better get to sleep.> I check the clock behind me and gasp. It is already twelve-thirty...

I didn't know I was thinking about what happened to me for a half an hour! I crawl back into bed and lay my head on my pillow. <Sweet dreams.>

* * *

I peer into the dark room. Silence...the coast is clear. I sneak past an open door and heard the snoring of one who is familiar. My mother. I tiptoe into the kitchen, shuffling through the drawers. <No, not that...or that...or that...argh, where is it?!> My hands pick up a familiar object. <Finally!> I see the familiar silver color of the object as I sharpen what I hold in my hand. <Well, well...who shall be next?>

* * *

I yawn, opening my eyes. "What...time is...it?" "You're up!" Tomoyo is in my room, smiling and holding her video recorder tightly in her hands. "I was waiting forever!"

"HOEH! Tomoyo-chan!" I sweep my auburn hair from my face with a start, and then smile sheepishly at her. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you~!" she answers. "Um...that's about it."

I fall over, feeling a sweatdrop growing on my head. "O...oh..."

She leans over and grasps my hands. "How are things going between you and Li-kun?" she demands to know.

I feel my face grow warm. "U...uh...fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive~!"

She smiles, letting go. "Would you like to go to the market today with me?"

I'm glad she changed the subject... "Um, sure! I have nowhere else to go..."

"Good!" her eyes twinkle with what I think is happiness. "Let's g--"

"Hold on!" I jump out of bed, "I think the phone is ringing!" I grab the phone, crossing my fingers and hoping the person didn't hang up yet. "Hello!? This is the Kinomoto residence, Sakura speaking!"

"Kinomoto-san." the voice I hear is low...sort of menacing.

"Y...yes?"

"Do you know a girl named Rika Sasaki?"

"Y...yes! She's one of my best friends!"

"I'm sorry, then."

"Hoeh?"

"Rika Sasaki has just passed away."

------------------------------------

<Oh no, oh no, oh no...> I bite my lip on instinct, while Tomoyo tries to comfort me...

<Please no, please...> I shake my head and Tomoyo blinks with a confused expression.

"O...oh! What were you saying?" I try out a smile, and I guess I was able to fool her, because she looks relieved...

"I was saying--" she began again, but I don't hear a thing she says...she's blocked out from my thoughts...my loud thoughts...

<Why?!  Why her?!  What did she do?  Why didn't I know that it was going to happen?  Have I lost my dream seeing power?>

<Please, no...this is just a dream...>

<No, please, this is just my imagination!  If it's a dream, then it might come true...>

I feel a little woozy...

"Sakura!" I hear a familiar voice and turn.

"Li-kun..."

"Li-kun!" Tomoyo cries out excitedly. "What do you think I should label this tape? How about "A Mysterious Death"? Or something more dramatic?"

I sigh to myself. Does she only think about recording things?

"Sakura?" I look up to see two concerned amber eyes and immediately my face grows warm.

"..." I take a step forward and put my head on his chest, wishing that this was not happening to me.

"Sakura?" he repeats. "Are you okay?"

"What happened to her?" my voice comes out as a small whisper.

"Huh? What?"

"What...happened to her?" I raise my eyes once more. "What happened to her!?"

"She was stabbed repeatedly with a sharp object. Probably a knife." the doctor walks in and informs me.

I feel tears coming out of my eyes and I sniffle. "But by who?"

"We don't know yet."

That does it. Something clicks inside of me and the tears rush forward...

* * *

<Poor Sakura...poor, poor, Sakura...> I sigh, stroking the girl's hair. <This is the second time in a year that her one of her friends have passed away...>

"Li-kun, why?" a muffled whisper finds its way to my ears.

"I...don't know." I feel horrible for not being able to answer her straightforwardly...

"I was trying to forget Naoko-chan's death...and now...now..."

"Sssshhh."

Tomoyo sits down, putting her camera away for the first time in a while. I usually see her take it out, instead of replace it. "Sakura-chan..." she blinks away a few of her own tears and then stands back up, putting her hand on Sakura's shoulder comfortingly. "It'll be okay..."

"No it won't!" Sakura pulls away from me and turns on Tomoyo. "You knew Naoko-chan and Rika-chan, too! They were two of your best friends! Why don't you care about what happens to them!?"

Tomoyo's gray eyes widen and her hand flies to her mouth. I grab a hold of Sakura before she could do any acts of violence...although I don't think she would. She's not that kind of person...

"What do you mean that I don't care?!" this is the first time I've ever seen Tomoyo raise her voice. It doesn't match her much...she's not very intimidating.

"I mean exactly what I said! You didn't even cry for Naoko-chan! And now you're going to try and laugh off Rika-chan's death!?"

"Sakura!" my voice cries out on its own.

"What!?" I see her emerald eyes flash angrily. "You don't know how this feels! You don't know what it feels like to have one of your best friends die! I thought it was bad enough at that! But then my other friend is killed! Killed! Before I've gotten over the other death..."

"Sakura..."

"Leave me alone! All of you!" she stomps her foot with an angry pout on her face. "Don't try to comfort me when you don't even know how I feel!"

"Shut up."

"NO!" she screams at me, her pretty face now showing every signs of anger and frustration.

"Shut up!" I step to her, grabbing her shoulders and glaring into her eyes. "Just shut up, okay? Do you think that you know everyone else's feelings?"

"No! Why do you think I haven't tried to comfort anyone else!?"

"Sakura!" anger begins to rise up from me, also. "Think about what you're saying! You're as guilty as us! Don't you understand!?"

"...Li-kun..." she takes a deep breath, then lets it out, along with all her traces of anger. "..I'm sorry...Tomoyo-chan, Li-kun..."

"It's okay." Tomoyo turns. "I have to go home...it's getting late."

"Bye."

"Good-bye." she nods towards me and I nod back. Then she is gone.

* * *

I grit my teeth. "This is just not working." I push back my long hair and think. I smile. my smile becomes a evil grin as I look at myself in the mirror. 

* * *

"Sakura-san?" I open the door and peek outside. "Hmmm. It wasn't her, then." I glance at the clock. "Of course, Sakura-san should be sleeping right now." I smile to myself. "I guess I should make her lunch right now because I'm leaving to work early." I hum a familiar tune to myself and begin to cut cucumbers to put into my daughter's lunch...

Knock, knock, knock.

"Who could it be?" I put the knife down on the cutting board and walk over to the door. "Yes?"

"Hello, Fujitaka-san."

"Oh, hello, you're a little late, aren't you? To--" pain shoots through my leg and I wince. "Ouch. I think I cut myself..."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine." I escort our visitor into the living room and sit down. 

"Would you like some help, Fujitaka-san?"

"Well, no, that's okay, but thanks--" the visitor's stands up and goes behind me, massaging my shoulders.

"I know this isn't much, but I don't know if I could help you with your wound."

"Well, thank you--" the visitor's hands wrap slowly around my neck and on instinct, I try to pull away. The hands are surprisingly strong, and I am unable to move from my position because of the pain of my wound.

There must be poison in my leg...I have to clean it...

The hands squeeze tightly and I feel my eyes widen. I lift my own hands up to stop the visitor's...

<...can't breathe...> blackness appears before my eyes. <..someone help...I can't go now...not...now...>

* * *

"I'm sorry." my hands strangle the life out of Sakura's father... I can't help but grin with glee...it was fun seeing others suffer. And suffer hard... I giggle to myself, nervous. I'd better leave before someone wakes up...

* * *

My eyes open slowly. "Mmmm..." I sit up. "Where--" "It's still late...get back to sleep..." a small voice calls out from under the bed covers and I pull them off.

"Oh!"

"Leave me alone...I'm tired..."

"Sorry." I drop the covers back.

"Hey!" Syaoran pokes his head out from under the blanket. "You don't need to kill me with the cover, you know." he complains, and then lays back down.

"Sorry."

"...hey, are you feeling any better?"

"No."

He didn't answer. I guess he fell asleep. I stand and stretch out. "I'll be back..." I whisper just in case he was awake.

"...okay..."

<Okay, he's not asleep.> I sigh, walking downstairs. <Maybe I'll watch some TV.> I walk into the living room and sit down, picking up the remote control.

Then I notice something.

"Dad?" I inch over to the unmoving figure. "Dad?"

<Why was he sleeping in here?> I flick on the light, checking to see if he is okay or not. I look down, and nausea sweeps over me. "Daddy...? Dad? Are you sleeping? Wake up! Wake up!?" I slip suddenly on liquid...warm, sticky, red liquid...

"OH MY GOD!!!!!!"

------------------------------------

The third murder in a row. Three people I know...three people I cared for very much...are gone...

<Am I going to be next?> I gasp at the thought, remembering how my father had looked...his leg bloody, his neck broken...

I cough, shaking my head. "No! NO! I won't end up like that!"

"Like what?" Syaoran turns his head to face me.

"N...nothing..."

His hand moves up to touch my face. "You're pale...you need some rest..."

"But--"

"You won't be the next to die, if you're worrying."

"...how do you know...?"

"I won't let anything happen to you." those amber eyes look so honest...

I find myself falling into his arms. "I'm...sorry..."

"It's okay." he helps me up. "...don't forget, I'll protect you." he whispers into my ear and I blush slightly. "Okay? Trust me."

"I do."