Invisible Chapter 1: Prologue, a card captor sakura fanfic

Hey guys. I hope you guys can forgive me for taking away the first Chapter. But as a reviewer said, it was way to identical to the book, and if you guys have read my other stories, I have based them on movies and such, but I had always managed to twist it around, with the first chapter, it was just too identical. So it'll generally have the same idea, but different plot, story, and etcetera. I will delete "Love him to death" and replace it with this one. I hope you guys don't mind.

Title: Invisible

Summary: Kinomoto Sakura was a normal 18 year old girl. Except for one thing. She could see things. Things others couldn't. Li Syaoran was a normal 20 year old young man. Except for one fact, no one could see him… no one but a normal 18 year old girl. SS

Disclaimer: First of, I do not own Card captor Sakura, they belong to CLAMP. Second of all, the story plan, as in the whole mediator and ghost deal, they're based on the series "A Tale of the Mediator". Um is there any more… No I don't think there is.

A long time ago, days, weeks, months, years, they believed there were chosen ones that were able to see beyond the normal realm. They could enter the realm of the other world. It was believed that they themselves were able to communicate with the dead. They were hired by many, most whom had just lost loved ones, to contact, to connect, to see if they were finally at rest. For a long time, they were respected, treated as God's children's. Until one day everything changed, people began to doubt, doubt their powers, doubted that they were cheaters, cheating them of their money, they went from God's children's, to the devil's helpers. They were banished, and ignored, before long they disappeared from the face of history, except for one man, one man had wrote one statement, one statement before he to disappeared, 3 words.

"We are mediators."

Chapter one: Where it began

3 year old Kinomoto Sakura sat on the big blue chair, her little legs swung back and fourth off the ground, her little pink dress flared around her, her short auburn curls crowned her head and her emerald eyes looked at her father and her brother. Her mother, Nadeshiko was lying on the bed. She was young, yes, but some how; she knew that her mother wouldn't be there to wake her up in the morning anymore.

It was so quiet, so eerie; the ringing silence was a buzz in her ears. She heard distant voices she recognized to be her father's and brother's. They were sobbing, crying.

"Sakura, my baby." A gentle voice said from beside her. Sakura turned around, and found her mother sitting next to her, playing with her little curls, the same emerald eyes looking down on her own.

"Okaa-san?" little Sakura asked cutely, her little lips pouting. Nadeshiko gave the usual twinkling laugh.

"Yes my baby?"

"Okaa-san, why are you here, but then you're over there, and Onii-chan and Otou-san are over there, and you're here?" Sakura asked the only way a 3 year old could. Nadeshiko gave a sad laugh,

"My little cherry blossom, you'll grow up soon, into a beautiful young woman. And Okaa-san will watch you all the way, ok?" Nadeshiko said softly to her one and only daughter. Sakura nodded happily, hugging her mother tightly.

"I love you Okaa-san." Sakura mumbled. Fujitaka Kinomoto and Touya Kinomoto returned to their 3 year old daughter/sister. Fujitaka's eyes were beet red; Touya's eyes were tired, and solemn.

"Come on Sakura-chan. Let's-let's go home." Fujitaka struggled to say the word, to keep the sobbing out of his voice. Touya took the little hands of his sister, but his father scooped her into his arms. Sakura laid her head on her father's shoulders, her mother was staying behind.

"Bye Okaa-san! I'll see you soon!" Sakura cried out. Nadeshiko waved happily to her daughter as she was surrounded by a heavenly glow.

Fujitaka and Touya looked at the 3 year old sadly. She was still young, still innocent, she didn't know any better.

The Kinomoto family left the morgue.

A few years later

As the young girl from the Kinomoto family turned to the tender age of 18, a 20 year old man sat at the back of a limo, his eyes closed, his driver up front. He ignored the bumps and the weird curves and turns the cars were making, he was only concentrating on the fact that he had a bottle of wine in his left hand, and a wine glass half empty with wine in the other.

His black t-shirt was no longer smooth, but crumpled and unkempt. A sudden jerk from the car sent his glass flying and shattered on the ground, the red liquid swishing. Li Syaoran cursed, his eyes snapping opened. He pressed the button to open the divider that separated him from the driver.

"What's going-"

His world fell dark as heavy metal collided with his body.

He opened his eyes, he felt so groggy, so tired, as if the life had been sucked out of him. He looked around, it was so bright, and there were voices all around him, voices that were crying, voices that were in panic, voices that was solemn and sad. He stood up, still clad in the same black muscle t-shirt and jeans.

He tried to clear his voice as loud as he could. Couldn't anyone see that he was awake? Couldn't any one see that he was alive? He stood up from the bed he had been lying on and stepped aside. Doctors and nurses bustled around him, none of them told him to move, or to get out of the way. No, they were too busy working on the unfortunate soul that lay on the bed next to him. Syaoran started to wander, his family, he knew, his family must have been called. He will go out of those curtains, find them, reassure them, and get them to drive him home, walk to his bar, get the nearest bottle of wine, and start from where he left off.

He found his mother, Yelen pale, while, and scared outside. She was crying, crystal tears leaked from his mother's eyes. He had never made his mother cry.

"Mother… I'm right here." Syaoran said softly, kneeling in front of her. Her red eyes just looked right past him. "Mother?" he followed her gaze and it landed on a doctor with grey pepper hair. His dull grey eyes were sad and downcast. At that point, his mother burst into tears. Syaoran wanted to beat the pulp at the doctor that made his mother hysterical,

"I'm sorry Mrs. Li. But we couldn't save him. His injuries were far too severe." He said in a baritone voice. He gave Yelen a look of sympathy, "I am truly sorry." Yelen wailed,

"Oh lord my son! My only son! Oh lord Xiao Lang how could you leave me?" his mother cried, dropping to her knees. Syaoran's anger boiled, he was going to bloody murder the man. He rushed after him, and attempted to crab the scruff of his neck, but couldn't feel it in his finger.

"You go tell my mother right now that I am fine! God damn it are you blind? Can't you people see?" Syaoran roared at the doctor, following him into the drawn curtains. He watched a nurse cover a blanket over a face that looked eerily familiar. A speck of a black, muscle shirt stuck from underneath the covers. He stuttered, shouted, cursed, screamed at the nurse that there had been some mistake. No one heeded his calls.

No one could see him.

How did I get stuck with this job?

Kinomoto Sakura screamed inside her head as she ducked yet another wrath of fury from another ghost. Yes, she was 18 years old Kinomoto Sakura. Everything about her was normal, the way she dressed, the way she talked, the way she looked, everything. Oh yea, except for the fact that she could see things normal people couldn't. She could see ghosts, yes ghosts, ghosts that had been left behind because of some reason or purpose they had wanted to fulfill when they were alive. Sakura started to run backwards before her back had reached the brick wall of the side of a building. The ghost man she was trying to help had run amok as soon as she had told him there was no way for him to be alive again.

"Ok STOP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, her hands out. An immediate cooling affect ran from her arms, to her hand, to her palm, the released at the ghost, who was just inches away from her, stopped in mid air, in a running stance. Sakura heaved a sigh, moving out of the way of the ghost charging target, just in case the little spell was wearing off.

"Ok, last time I'll say this. I do not dictate who lives or not all right? Now you can either wander here for the rest of your eternal life, people not being able to see you and you can be miserable all you want or you can let me help you." Sakura reasoned with him. Maikeru (Michael) Akita, 35, construction worker, worked on a machinery, whether accident or not, lost his hold and…well you get the picture.

"Get me out of this position!" Maikeru shouted, or tried to as his mouth was also frozen closed. Sakura sighed,

"Look, I'm sorry for what ever happened, but what happened already happened, none of us can change it. We just have to accept the fact and move on, it'll only cause more pain if you stay and have to watch everyone go on their daily lives." Sakura reasoned. She watched the man relax considerably.

"I just, I just didn't want to go, not before I saw my wife and kid." He sighed slightly. Sakura released him from his position, "My kid's 3, ya know. Wish he coulda known me." He said. Sakura sighed,

"If it's any condolence, your wife and kid are fine, heart broken, but fine. I'll keep a look out for them." Sakura said kindly. Maikeru looked at the 18 year old in shock,

"Will you, please?" he pleaded, his body began to fade. Sakura nodded, laying a single hand on his head.

"I promise." She closed her eyes. She opened them once again to watch the body grow fader and lighter until all she could see was the great big clock that read 7:30. She gasped in shock.

"Oh darn it I'm late!"

Li Syaoran wondered outside a high school as a bell rang. He decided to go in the school as there really was nothing to do. He had long ago given up trying to make or force people to see him because he knew it was useless. For gods sakes he was only 20! He hadn't even been through 15 girlfriends yet!

Daidouji Tomoyo paced around the classroom door, having no idea how similar the action she was doing was to the ghost boy. Sakura came flying through the door.

"Kami-sama Sakura, I thought you wouldn't make it!" Tomoyo exclaimed, they both rushed to their seats. Sakura breathed hardly,

"I was almost late! He was so stubborn." Sakura hissed silently. Tomoyo sniggered,

"Another reluctant ghost?" she asked about her friend's private obligation. Sakura let out a cough to cover the word "understatement".

"Kind of, but it was kind of sweet. He just wanted to see his family." Sakura shrugged. She had always had a soft spot for ghosts with family. Especially with a kid, Tomoyo shook her head,

"You're too soft Sakura." Tomoyo chuckled, "but then again, if it were me, I would have no idea how to deal with something like this. As if last year in High school isn't bad enough." Sakura laughed along with her friend. Daidouji Tomoyo was the first person to believe that she had the power to see ghosts, let alone powers that helped them move on.

"I've seen them every since I was 3, the first one was my-"

"Your mother, yes I know Sakura." Tomoyo laughed. Sakura gave a shy giggle.

"Yea, it's been there practically more of my life, you get use to it." Sakura shrugged. They fell silent as the teacher walked in, Sakura groped for her backpack to feel nothing, her eyes widened.

"Tomoyo!" she hissed. Tomoyo glanced over, "Tomoyo I think I left my backpack at the alley way!" Sakura hissed. Tomoyo's eyes widened. Her eyes flew to the clock on the wall. 8:00, class started in 20 minutes.

"Hurry, go! I'll get Takahashi to do one of his famous stories." Tomoyo chuckled. Sakura gave her friend a fierce hug. She waited for Takahashi to have the teacher deeply involved in the story, before dashing out of the back door. She was the number one runner in this school for nothing.

"There you are!" Sakura cried happily, looking at the pink leather bag. She picked it up before dashing away. She entered the school building with 5 minutes to spare, when suddenly, her shoulder hit someone, and her bag contents fell out.

Syaoran immediately bent down, forgetting for a moment about his current state. He helped the young girl pick her pencils, pens and papers into her bag, that is, until his hands almost brushed against hers and he immediately stood up. He forgot. He was dead.

Sakura didn't bother looking up at the stranger that had suddenly stood up. All she cared about was that class was about to begin in 2 minutes. Stuffing everything else in, she rushed off, not before managing to shout,

"Thank you!" to the stranger.

Syaoran looked at the retreating back of the girl. The girl had shouted a thank you to him. His heart was racing.

She could see him.

A/N: All right, so first chapter… is it ok? Please review and tell me! Thanks!