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DefineSanity
Chapter 4

Beautiful Disaster

Six in the morning, Syaoran stared at the distressed image of perfection as she slept quietly on the living room couch. She turned over a few times finding it difficult to find comfort. He moved closer to her and slowly crept one his arms under her back.

He managed to carry her to the guestroom downstairs without disturbing her. He gently placed her on the bed.

He noticed that the first button on her shirt was still buttoned. She looked uncomfortable, like she was having a nightmare or suffocating. She was drenched in sweat and she was shaking.

He nervously placed his hand on her forehead in order to see if her body temperature was high—just as he had expected it was. In an attempt to cool her off, he started to unbutton the top button of her shirt.

Sakura slowly opened one of her eyes. The first thing she saw was his face then she felt his arms brush against her neck. Her heart started beating as all sorts of thoughts crossed her mind.

"Get off of me!!" she yelled sitting up and pushing him away.

Syaoran gave her a long hard stare before he shrugged "I'm trying to help you. You're unbelievably hot."

Sakura's jaw dropped as she covered her chest area with her hands "Help me or help yourself. Listen you, me getting drunk was not an invite for you to take advantage of me."

Syaoran purposely slapped his forehead "I was not trying to take advantage of you! I could never do that…you were trying to take advantage of me. Don't you remember?"

Sakura put her hand on her aching head "Huh?...no I didn't…" she paused "I feel so sick."

"You don't remember last night?"

She looked at him "I remember getting drunk and dancing." She paused and looked at him intently "Did I do something humiliating?"

Syaoran thought for a second before he shook his head "Uh, no…" He felt too shy to tell her that she kissed him, 'but how could she not remember', he asked himself.

She lay back and moaned "I feel like I was flattened by a steam roller, and I lived through it."

He moved further from her "Stay here…I know how to make you feel better. The bathroom is there if you need to puke." He said pointing at it.

Sakura looked at him nervously before giving him a weak pensive smirk.

Syaoran sighed "Will you get over it. I think you might be coming across a fever, I was only trying to loosen your button so that you won't feel so hot and uncomfortable."

She didn't look the slightest bit convinced at first then she sighed.

Syaoran came back with a tray in his hands. He looked up and Sakura was no longer in bed. He placed it on the bed side table when the bathroom door swung open.

She slouched and wrinkled her face "I can't take this."

He slightly smirked "Your first hangover, there is nothing like it."

She ambled towards him and sat at the edge of the bed "I'm glad you're finding all this amusing."

He stared at her with those sardonic amber eyes then gave her a boyish grin "Oh, now come on Sakura, you always expect the worst from me. Last night we were practically buddies…I think I like you better when you're drunk." He teased.

Sakura turned her face to look at the tray "What's all this?"

"Oh yeah…" he picked up a thermometer "First I'm going to check if you have a fever. The banana, aspirin and the water is for your hangover."

"When did you become a certified doctor?"

He shrugged and handed her the thermometer. After a few minutes it was official, she had a fever. He advised her to stay in bed while he found her something more comfortable to wear. She was not up to the idea. She got out of bed and stood in front of the mirror.

She started to brush her disheveled auburn hair.

"Why won't you listen?" Syaoran stood behind her with a black t-shirt in his hands.

She looked at him for a second "I can't stay here; my brother is going to kill me!"

"I told him you were at a friends' house."

She sighed "What if he calls Tomoyo, you don't understand. You don't have someone constantly breathing down your neck."

"Look at you, you're all sweaty and you can barely walk without feeling dizzy. Do you really want your brother to see you like this?"

Sakura pondered, she turned around and folded her arms across her chest "Since when did you care about my wellbeing."

He chucked "You might not remember but we did some major bonding last night."

Sakura frowned, she couldn't tell if he was making fun of her again or being honest. She eventually gave in and took a nap.

Sakura slept dreamlessly, unless the whole experience was a nightmare, and woke up sometime in the afternoon. She checked the time and decided not to risk falling asleep again, and went to take a cold bath then came back to dress. He left her with a black vintage t-shirt and some clean towels.

Sakura imagined how it would be like to walk back home in his t-shirt. She hesitated before putting it on.

"How are you feeling?" he asked when she first walked into the kitchen.

"Uh…a little better." She replied coyly.

He walked over to her and placed his hand on his forehead and the other one on hers. Sakura flushed coyly as she thought of where she could have been if it hadn't been for him.

As he withdrew his hand he smirked "Much better, are you hungry?"

She nodded patiently though she barely had an appetite. She found herself trying to categories Syaoran; he had been so kind to her that she was finding it difficult to see who he really was. Did he really hate her or was it all just an act to look tough. He was defiantly very smart, he took care of her so well…maybe smart was an overstatement; maybe he was just experienced—too experienced.

"Aren't you hungry anymore?" he suddenly asked breaking her string of thoughts.

Sakura shuddered and looked up "Oh, yeah…sure."

The more she forced the food down, the more her appetite returned. He was quiet, awfully quiet.

"Are you going to the fair next week? It's to raise funds for prom."

He shook his head then took a sip of his drink "No."

Sakura stared at him in silent dismay before sitting up "Why not, aren't you going to prom?"

He shook his head again.

She smiled "It's going to be awesome; the theme this year is famous couples throughout history. We don't want to have just an ordinary prom."

One of his eyebrows rose, he had an artificial smile that said "I-clearly-cannot-be-bothered."

After the meal, Syaoran was ready to take her home. They walked cautiously alongside each other as though too afraid to say anything. When they were in front of Sakura's house, she stopped walking and turned to him.

"You can drop me off here." She told him.

He stopped walking; he was carrying her school bag because he didn't feel like she was fit to carry such a heavy thing.

He nodded looking back at her "So is this goodbye?"

He was adorable; he was like a puppy afraid to be left alone in the rain.

Sakura beamed at him loving the innocent look on his face "We go to the same school remember."

"It doesn't make a difference. When Monday comes, everything will go back to normal. This will be like some horrible dream or a strange visit to the twilight zone…"

"….where normal things don't happen." They spoke at the same time.

"Precisely, you're going back to your life and I mine. Who would have known that you are a speeding train off tracks?" He released a genuine smile.

"You bring out the worst in me." She smiled back.

He fumbled in his pocket and took out a cigarette. He looked up at the pale blue sky and placed it between his lips. He squinted then looked at her again.

"Goodbye Sakura."

"When do you want your t-shirt back?"

He shrugged his shoulders and lit the cigarette "Keep it."

"I can't."

"Is that just some lousy excuse to see me again?"

"You wish." She said lightly.

When Sakura walked over to him to acquire her bag, she muttered "Will you get rid of that. What if my brother sees you smoking?"

Syaoran sighed "Tell him you don't know me."

Sakura shot him a sardonic smile. She took a few steps back before she turned around and started walking away. Suddenly she turned her head across her shoulder and with a flirty smirk she said "I'll bring it tomorrow."

Syaoran sighed as he watched her walk away. He found his palms suddenly clammy and his heart was pounding uncontrollably. Fate did not give him enough time to prepare his heart for love.

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Sakura opened the front door and took a deep breath "if I can just make it upstairs I'll be home free."

"Where have you been?" Touya's voice trailed from across the living room.

Sakura giggled "Hi big brother, long time no see." She said jokingly "I'd love to chat but I've got homework."

"I've been worrying about you all night, how could you lie to me. I called Tomoyo and she said she hadn't seen you since school knocked off!" he yelled.

Sakura glared at him then started her way upstairs.

"This is not like you…don't try to get away. We're going to talk about this whether you like it or not."

Sakura stopped to look at him. She folded her arms across her chest and crudely said "What do you want to know."

"Where have you been?" he said finally noticing the t-shirt she was wearing.

"At a friends." She said starting her way upstairs.

"A boy?" Touya speculated.

Sakura did not reply, instead she ran upstairs to her room.

A few minutes later, she heard a gentle knock on her bedroom door. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Nakuru."

"Come in." Sakura said burying her head in her pillow.

Nakuru sat on the edge of Sakura's bed, she and Touya were newly weds. She was beautiful and caring but when they first met Sakura found her obnoxious and outspoken. When she and Touya started dating, it was like by some miracle, she changed.

"What's wrong?" she asked in a calm voice.

"Nothing." Sakura said turning her head to face her "I just wish Touya would get off of my case."

"He was worried about you, we both were. You've only lived with us for a day; it was scary to think of what could have happened to you."

Sakura realized how right Nakuru was; she sat up and looked at her. "I didn't mean to."

"What happened to you; that is obviously a boy's t-shirt."

Sakura swallowed hard "He's only my friend. I got sick yesterday so I ended up spending the night. I thought Touya would be mad if he knew it was a boy. I messed up my clothes so he borrowed me his."

Nakuru nodded understandably.

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Sunday afternoon, Chiharu appeared in her bedroom.

"It's much smaller than your old room." She commented. "Your closet is not even big enough.'

"This is the best my brother can afford right now." Sakura explained.

"I don't like the grey wallpaper; it reminds me of a public bathroom."

Sakura looked down at her fingers sorrowfully. Popularity was a demanding role, as long as that was her room; she swore never to have a slumber party ever again.

"I've got an idea, why don't you come live with me until we graduate."

"My father probably won't let me." She sighed.

"Your Dad is way too strict."

Sakura looked up at Chiharu and nodded agreeably.

"Are there any hot guys in this neighborhood?" Chiharu said shifting to the window.

Sakura shrugged her shoulders "None I know of."

As she watched Chiharu stare out of the window, she thought of how lame and shallow her friend really was. She started questioning her own priorities.

"You should have seen Hikari the other day, how dare she decide to make her skirt shorter. Did you see the size of her calves—gross?" Chiharu looked at Sakura then giggled.

Sakura had a weak smiled, she was not too into gossiping and making fun of other people. Of course for Chiharu it came naturally, she was the mean one of the group. She was always nice to people but never hesitated to say nasty things about them behind their back.

"Let's go see a movie at the mall." Chiharu suggested after making fun of two other people.

Sakura nodded "Sure."

As Sakura changed into other clothes, Chiharu saw the black t-shirt on her bed. She picked it up and looked at it "Yuk! Please don't tell me you own this."

Sakura looked at Chiharu from across her shoulder "No, it's not mine."

Chiharu held up to her nose "Smells like…boy, oh my gosh! Explain!"

Sakura shrugged "I can't believe you smell clothes and how do you know it's not my brothers."

Chiharu sighed "It smells like teenage boy. Come on Sakura, who is he."

Sakura took out a short denim skirt "I'm not saying anything."

"Are you really into him or is it just mild? Does he go to our school?" Chiharu squealed.

Sakura shrugged "I don't want to talk about this."

"Sakura, you are always shy about boys. You barely talk about your past relationships. Let me in on this one."

Sakura put on her skirt and looked in the mirror "I don't know what to call this thing I have with him. I can't call him a friend, that would be an overstatement but yet we are sort of friends. I just don't know."

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A/N: I finally found enough time to write a chapter for this fan fiction. It only took me two hours plus editing. I just hope you liked it and it doesn't look like something I quickly just wrote. Here are four reasons why you should review this chapter…

If you do, the next one won't take so long.

The next chapter has even cuter s+s moments.

Syaoran will be shirtless in the next chapter (I promise) -.-

There is a moral lesson to be learnt…think about it.—underage drinking will land you a very hot boyfriend…eventually (Yikes…I'm only kidding SERIOUSLY) it would probably do the opposite. O.o reality bites.

Anyway, plz review. PS—I'm not bribing. (Or am I?)

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