"Ah…Sakura, are you sure?" Syaoran asked tentatively once again.

"I'm sure," she said reassuringly, but he wasn't quite certain if it was directed towards him. "Syaoran," she paused, "This is what you want; this is what I want." She pulled gently on his arm while hugging it.

Syaoran, with his arm draped over his girlfriend, squeezed her shoulder comfortingly.

They stood before Tomoeda's annual haunted house. For years Sakura has been avoiding the city-run fundraiser, having an aversion to anything scary, especially gh-

"Let's not do this, Sakura," he said. "I'm actually hungry right now." With his free hand he rubbed his belly while pulling Sakura away from the haunted house with the other. "I see some cotton candy over there." He nodded sideways towards a red and white concession stand. "Come on."

But Sakura's feet were firmly planted onto the ground. He felt her hesitate a moment, desiring to leave the nightmare before her. But Syaoran knew how stubborn Sakura could be, especially if it involved the wishes of a loved one.

"N-no," she stuttered, "we just ate, Syaoran. I know what you're doing, but I can do this." She was finding it especially harder to swallow. "I know I can."

Syaoran berated himself on the inside. He should have known not to mention the haunted house in front of Sakura, especially in front of her brother.

"A haunted house, you say," Touya played. "So a house full of the kaijuu, Sakura, that does sound scary."

He breathed deeply. Sakura did not take Touya's comment lightly. As soon as Touya uttered those words, Sakura grabbed Syaoran's hand and bolted out of the Kinomoto household. And now here they were.

"T-two tickets, please." Syaoran heard the familiar voice say. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts to see Sakura handing money to a red-cheeked, old man.

She turned, her brown tresses whipping around, eyes nervous, but expectant. He quickly jogged over, taking a hold of her hand. "Sakura," he said patiently, but she only smiled.

"Shall we?"

Suffice to say, it was horrible. And if that's how he felt, imagine Sakura. He turned back every now and then to check up on his girlfriend. He couldn't imagine why she screamed so much seeing as her eyes were squeezed shut; any harder and a vein would surely burst. His hand had lost feeling within the first minute upon entering. He tried hugging her in front of him, trying to cover her as much as possible, but she only scurried behind him, not wanting to face the scary things first. Then he tried holding her hand behind him, but each time something scary came up, she would thrust herself into him, frantically running her hands over his body. He found it quite hard to move; and the less they moved, the more time they spent inside. In other circumstances, he would've enjoyed it quite a bit. Her hands sometimes snaked under his shirt, but with her constant screaming, he could only take so much. He felt for her. She reallyhated ghosts. He could not fathom why she forced herself to do this. He guessed she hated the constant teasing more.

"Hoeeee!" Sakura screamed again. Syaoran looked up, but it was still pitch black. They were following red Christmas lights taped against the wall, serving as a guide through what seemed like an endless maze. After a few more scares, Syaoran knew they were nearing the end. People stopped popping up for a while already, but as we all know, this could only mean one thing: the big finale.

Sakura loosed her grip on Syaoran's torso. "I think were done," Sakura breathed.

"I don't know, Saku-" and Syaoran was cut off. He didn't know what shocked him more: Sakura's blood-curdling screaming, the honking of an on-coming car, the impossibly blinding white flash, or the fact that Sakura grabbed him…in the most intimate areas of all.

And with that, Syaoran grabbed her offending hand and pulled her frozen body the rest of the way.

"Ah, Syaoran, that wasn't that bad," Sakura exhaled, moving her hair behind her ear.

They were both red, out of breath, and sweaty.

"Yeah," he coughed.

"Eh, what's the matter?" She asked, lightly touching his cheek.

"N-nothing."

Syaoran steadied himself against the wall, willing himself to calm down when someone suddenly spoke.

"Hello there. Would you like to see your complimentary picture?" A girl about the same age asked.

Syaoran's eyes grew as wide as saucers. Sakura made towards the photo station, but was abruptly pulled away by Syaoran.

"S-sir!" She called, but he only ran, Sakura flying behind him.

The girl looked down at the picture in her hand, confused.

"What's wrong?" The old man from earlier asked the young volunteer.

It showed Syaoran's wide eyes, body towards the camera. And Sakura against the wall, only noticeable by her head stuck out from behind the chestnut haired boy. With a quick glance it would look like just another couple scared to death, but upon closer inspection, one might notice a little racy detail.

"Kids these days," he shook his head, "too hormone-raged if you ask me."

Author's notes: Just a little drabble. I had to get it out. I really want to start writing again. This idea reared it's little head last night and I thought it'd be a perfect start. A little plotless, but fun to write. Hopefully with a little feedback and inspiration, I can churn out more. :D