It's been a while since I wrote anything, so don't expect this to be really good or anything. In fact I wouldn't have published this if the thought of doing so would mean contributing to the small collection of TRC!SxS fanfiction out there didn't occur to me. Constructive criticism, reviews, pointing out of grammar and spelling errors or anything of the sort is very much welcome, please and thank you. (:

This was inspired by the song "Drunk Girl" by Something Corporate.

Disclaimer: Tsubasa belongs to CLAMP, and the song "Drunk Girl" to Something Corporate (like I said.)

Syaoran's POV

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It wasn't my fault. I was only checking on her.

She and my other companions had been having yet another drinking session. I had left them to it to study the book I borrowed from the nearby library some more for clues of the whereabouts of a feather. It wasn't until midnight did the house quiet down.

On instinct, I got up to my feet and crossed the hallway to her room, to see if she was already sleeping. I carefully leaned against the door and pressed my ear to it. "Sakura-hime," I called softly. I heard nothing, so I reached for the door handle…

When the door opened from the other side.

"Wah -- !" I tumbled into the room, and collided into her. There was a thud as her back hit the ground, and I held out my arms in front of me to keep from falling onto her completely.

Our faces were only inches away from each other. For a while, I could only stare. I couldn't help it, she is beautiful.

Then I realized what I had been doing. My face reddened and I started to get up, when she reached up. I froze as her arms intertwined around my neck, and her lips pressed against mine.

My eyes widened. I thought my head was going to explode. She's kissing me. Sakura-hime is kissing me! For a moment I lost the capability to move. Something must've been controlling me, as I gradually relaxed into the kiss.

Eventually I came to my senses and broke the contact. My face crimson, I apologized profusely and got off of her.

I couldn't think properly. I didn't know what to do, or what else to say. I stole a glance in her direction – she was still on the floor -- and found her snoring lightly.

I blinked. She kissed me, and now she's asleep. Just like that. Apparently unaware of what she had just done. I stood up, lifted her easily into my arms and carried her to her bed.

I watched her innocent sleeping form for a moment, before walking out.

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Here I am now, lying in bed. I couldn't sleep. Sakura-hime kissed me. And she most likely won't remember, since she's drunk.

Why do I do these things I do to myself?