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The Probability is Zero

Chapter 10

If there were days which perfectly suitable for a person to commit a suicide, that night would definitely represent one of them. At least that was what Sakura Kinomoto thought all the way back to her house; which by the look of it seemed taking a longer time than usual for her all thanks to Li Syaoran.

After a long yet futile attempt to break free from the tight hug and passionate kisses that Syaoran insistently gave her, finally Sakura did not have any other options than to give in. Somehow the guy had successfully sneaked his tongue inside her mouth without Sakura realized it at first. And from the way he played with it, finally Sakura had painfully regained an understanding on why he was able to be the most wanted bachelor in Hong Kong all along.

Furthermore, Sakura did not need to bother herself to make some wild guesses on how Syaoran gained his playboy reputation in the first place. After those full blow-by-blow experiences that she unwillingly got from the guy that night (not that she really cared about those kinds of things to begin with anyway), it would surely be the last thing she ever needed to do. Therefore, it would be a stupid thought of her if she actually considered those hugs and kisses from a womanizer like Syaoran really could mean something serious even when he was sober let alone when he was completely drunk like that.

Still, for a fracture second; a small part of her could not help but wondering how if it was really meant something for him and how she would react about it.

Yet a bigger and more logical part of her probably would never believe that a jerk like Syaoran who happened to have a big ego and even bigger testosterone that were dominating all parts of his body including his brain would ever take an ordinary girl like her seriously. Besides, Syaoran always told her the same fact every time they had pretty heated arguments (which happened very frequently or at least in all the occasions that they happened to be in the same place at the same time) that she surely was not his ideal type of a woman. Thus, there was no reason for her to be so worked up thinking over nothing like how if Li Syaoran was really falling for her. She had a lot of more important things in her life rather than to consider some meager things like understanding all Syaoran's eccentricities or his crazy idealism about women.

Furthermore, to think that only by couple more hours she would have her first ever press conference on her new career and the clarification about her relationship with Syaoran somehow already made her stomach squirmed uncomfortably. She definitely did not need another portion of stress by contemplating her feelings toward the guy after the kissing incident that night.

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When Sakura thought that it was impossible for her to be more embarrassed than being kissed fiercely by Li Syaoran for only God knew how long; the worst part had yet to come. Neither Sakura nor Syaoran had realized that the chauffeur already stopped the car in front of the Kinomoto's house.

At that moment, Syaoran was still too busy affixing his kisses that were getting even wilder by seconds to Sakura's lips and way too drunk to notice anything at all. On the other hand, Sakura was also busily burying herself deep inside her thoughts. For the past few minutes, she had been trying to think about some of the most famous 18th century painful methods of tormenting criminals in which she would impose on the guy as soon as he regained some senses inside his brain.

Sakura knew for sure that her heated actions with Syaoran back there would not go unnoticed by the chauffeur especially since the distance between the house and the restaurant could not be considered as near. Surely along the journey home the chauffeur was bounded to see the traffic from the rear window, which also meant that he would not miss the mortifying scene that was happening on his back.

Still, Sakura could not deny that some parts of her were desperately hoping that the driver had given all of his concentration on the streets all along so that Syaoran's little actions at the back seat of the car would go unobserved. Besides, it was quite dark anyway (at least she tried to convince herself all the way home with that comforting thought) so there was a small chance for the driver to be completely oblivious with whatever things that were going on between her and Syaoran.

Yet her hope was cruelly smashed only a moment later. It was impossible for the chauffeur not to realize what Syaoran and she did by the time Sakura realized a tad too late that the chauffeur already turned on the dim lamp inside the car. In many ways from an outsider's point of view, Sakura knew that it would really look like both of them were overjoyed with their little activities. Nobody would ever believe her even if she tried to defend herself (not that she ever wanted to bother herself to do such thing anyway) that she played no parts whatsoever in those activities back there.

Sakura did not want to think how long it took for the poor chauffeur to patiently waiting for them to notice that they had already reached their destination. The poor guy had plucked up the courage to let out an obviously fake gesture of clearing throat to make them aware about his presence inside the car. Upon realizing that at least he had managed to catch Sakura's attention when he saw the repentant look that clearly depicted in her eyes through the rear window.

Soon the poor chauffeur spoke in an uncomfortable tone, "I'm sorry to disturb you Li-Sama, Kinomoto-Sama but we have reached your house. Would you like to have some more time before you go in?"

Although the voice was not loud, somehow it had successfully returned some parts of Syaoran's consciousness since soon after the chauffeur finished his words Syaoran broke the searing kisses almost instantly. Both Sakura and Syaoran were gasping for air almost at the same time once they're no longer kissing. Upon hearing their pants and heavy breaths; the poor chauffeur's face somewhat turned red in embarrassment.

At that exact moment, Sakura nearly forgot how to breathe normally when Syaoran finally withdrew his face from hers. Almost automatically, Sakura touched her lips with the tips of her fingers and somehow she still could sense Syaoran's soft lips lingering in there. Upon that thought, her lips felt strangely tingling and her heart beat faster than usual. By the time she glanced at Syaoran's flawless face, she noticed that Syaoran's lips were evidently swollen which she could only suspect that her own lips would not be much better than that.

Yet against all odds, Sakura was slightly regretting Syaoran's breaking his fiery kisses when she noticed that the chauffeur still continued staring at them from the rear window with both his eyes open wide. At least when Syaoran was still sticking his face close to hers, she did not have to really take a closer look or really noticed that another person was caught them red-handed like that. For her to actually realize that a complete stranger had been watching them in such a compromising situation like that was totally beyond her wildest imagination and no words could actually describe how she felt humiliated that night all thanks to Syaoran and his stupid stunts.

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To Sakura, the current situation was bad enough for her even if Syaoran was only a mere commoner since anyone with a right mind would clearly conclude that they must be in some sorts of romantic relationships. And she could only shudder nervously when she took into consideration the fact that Syaoran was nowhere near ordinary.

At that moment, Sakura could only wish that the chauffeur would not go blabbing out everything he saw that night to all the gossip tabloids and magazines or even better if he did not know that he was driving a superstar home. She really could not bring herself to think what would happen to her next if the news of her kissing a celebrity on the way to her home leaked out. Nobody would ever believe her even if she bothered herself to explain that she was not the one who started the whole scene in the first place.

And Sakura knew that she would only wish to go overseas so that she could change her face and identity straightaway if those gossipmongers ever found out the fact that they were living in the same house. Leave it to all those magazines to add up some spices and sparks about the kissing scenes and the living under the same roof's fact and she could just kiss her ordinary days' goodbye.

Lamely, Sakura faked a syrupy laugh and spoke in the lightest tone that she could muster at that time, "Hahahahaha Syaoran always acts strange every time he gets drunk. You would never believe that he could actually kiss anything as long as they're breathing, living and happens to be nearby his vicinity."

Much to her annoyance, Syaoran only chuckle softly as if trying to challenge her statements just now. Angrily, Sakura pinched Syaoran's arm that was still lingered possessively around her waist very hard and whispered inaudible voice in between her phony laugh, "Help me and say something here for goodness sake!"

To add her bewilderment, Syaoran completely ignored the pain that Sakura had caused to his skin and merely said something that was clearly not helping the situation at all if not even made it worsen, "I want to puke,Little Girl…"

"Oh my God, don't do that inside Yukito-Sempai's car. Just go and do it outside will you!" Upon saying that, Sakura hurriedly pushed Syaoran's back after she exasperatedly asked the chauffeur to open the door for him.

Since Syaoran was not in a good shape and completely caught by surprise, it was too late for him to prevent himself from falling hard onto the cement pavement after the last push that he got from Sakura.

Sakura bit her lower lips slightly and for a fleeting second she regretted her harsh maneuver over Syaoran. However, after a second thought she sighed a little and decided that it was nothing compared to what she had been through the whole night because all of his crazy behaviors in the first place.

Nonetheless, Sakura still hastily went out from the car to help the guy to stand from his current position. It was not as simple as it might sound since Li Syaoran was definitely not a lightweight and with his current state it was almost like she was trying to pull a very heavy yet quite vigorous log.

Finally, after a combination effort from both Sakura and the chauffeur; Syaoran managed to stand up and be as still as possible for a drunken person's standard.

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Seeing Syaoran's pale face; Sakura knew that it was not exactly what she could categorize as a good sign. She had to reach the guy's neck to loosen his tie and helped him taking out his coat in a vain hope of preventing him from throwing up.

When Sakura was still too occupied in taking care Syaoran's barfing; the other chauffeur who drove Syaoran's new Mercedes had arrived. Shortly after he parked the car, the second chauffeur walked towards Sakura's direction in a very efficient and polite manner.

As Sakura was still busily patting Syaoran's back gently to ease him off from his painful attempts of emptying his stomach content from all the liquor he had consumed during their dinner in Yukito's parents' restaurant; the latter chauffeur asked her politely, "Is there anything else that we could help, Kinomoto-Sama?"

"No, I'm very grateful for all your help tonight. Please send my gratitude to Yukito-Sempai when you see him later."

Both of the chauffeurs nodded curtly before they bid Syaoran and Sakura goodbye.

Neither Syaoran nor Sakura realized how long the two chauffeurs had already left both of them alone in the front gate of the Kinomoto's house since both of them were too busy to notice any changes in their surrounding.

Sakura could only take out a small handkerchief from her handbag and gently wiped off the sweat that was clearly visible on Syaoran's face and neck.

When after some more minutes had gone by and Syaoran had not stopped throwing up, Sakura could only hope that Syaoran would not awaken both her father and brother with all the commotion that he had made so far.

It was really a tiresome night for Sakura and she could not help but wondering since when her life became so miserable. It was more of a rhetorical question that would need no explanation since she sadly knew the answer herself only too well. Starting from the day Li Syaoran appeared before her very own eyes, luck was no longer being on her side anymore.

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"Sa-ku-ra…" mumbled Syaoran clearly did not bother to tone down his volume.

Sakura had to encircle his arm around her back while she put a strong grip around his waist to keep him steady. She had been trying to help him walking towards the house since it was perfectly clear that he could not do any of those things all by himself with his current state. It was not an easy task to begin with since Syaoran was way taller and heavier than she was. In the end she decided to take off her high heel sandals impatiently and carried them with the same hand that she put around Syaoran's waist. She had been tiredly spending the last 10 minutes to push and drag Syaoran while she put all of her best efforts to keep herself steady with all the additional burdens she got from him.

"Ssshhh… are you planning to wake everyone's up, Big Guy?" Sakura murmured exasperatedly and shot an angry look at the guy. However, seeing Syaoran's state at the moment, it was definitely a worthless effort for her to really be mad at him.

Cursing herself silently, Sakura continued to whisper quietly, "Listen Li Syaoran; I will let you go for all your harassment that you've done to me today only because you're drunk and obviously losing all of your already pathetic logic inside your head. So, just keep your voice down only for this time for God's sake."

Chuckled slightly, Syaoran titled his head and whispered to Sakura's ear, "Hei, do you know that I lo-ve you… Sa-ku-ra-Chan?"

Sakura stunned slightly upon hearing Syaoran's words before she snorted cynically and said, "Yeah whatever, just shut up now or I have to gorge your mouth with your own coat if you still continue talking nonsense like that."

She had already got a really strenuous and stressful time of trying to insert her key into the keyhole at the same time she steadied up Syaoran. After all what she had been through, Sakura definitely was not in the mood of listening to a drunken person talking meaningless words like that.

"Don't le…lea-ve me alo-ne here Sa-ku-ra," stuttered Syaoran in an almost pleading tone.

"Ssshhh… do you actually want me to leave you here? Because it's surely save me from a lot of troubles if I do so," replied Sakura smoothly at the same time when she opened the front door as quiet as possible.

"Sa-ku-ra…" Syaoran chuckled softly once again and mumbled some incoherent words while he was carelessly tapping Sakura's head as if she was a small girl, slightly harder than what he usually did when he was clear-headed.

"Tsk, you're really eager to be killed by Touya, aren't you, Big Guy? Now be quiet like a good boy, okay?"

Once Sakura finished her sentence, she could not help but feeling worried with her own statement. She quickly glanced around and felt slightly relieved to know that everything was still as quiet as ever aside from Syaoran's idiotic chuckles.

By the time Sakura was halfway towards the living room, Syaoran had started singing a lullaby song that she didn't understand any of its words.

From where she was standing at the moment, Sakura could see that it was quite dark inside the house since the only light was coming from one of the table lamps in the corner of the living room. Warily, Sakura put her palm on Syaoran's mouth when they already entered that dim-lit room to prevent him from waking up everyone inside the house.

When Sakura finally succeeded to reach the staircase base after much difficulty in preventing Syaoran from knocking down a large vase next to the staircase, she let out a weary sigh. It was really a miracle for her to manage dragging a full-grown man until that far. She could not help but feeling relief to know that both her father and brother did not come out from their bedrooms after all the tumult in the living room like that.

And then a sudden realization hit Sakura very hard in the middle of her struggle to help Syaoran climbing up the staircase; where the guy would sleep that night. It was clearly impossible for her to let him sleeping with either her father or brother since it would be the same thing with her telling them straight at their faces that Syaoran was completely drunk that night. And for some reasons that she chose not to dwell too much, Sakura did not want both of them to have bad impressions about the guy.

Her father would probably understand if she told the whole story (of course with the kissing part edited completely) and could see everything based on the reality; however it would be a totally different case for Touya. Her brother already disliked Syaoran and every particle of his fibber ever since the first day Touya met him. And that was when the guy was sober and had all his common sense intact inside his thick skull.

Sakura did not need to be a genius to know that Syaoran's current state would only make Touya react more than a mere freak-out. She did not even dare to imagine what her brother was capable of doing if he ever knew that his little sister's first kiss had been stolen in the most unromantic and improper manner that a man could possibly find. Even for her, those kisses were way too hideous to be reminisced ever again at any point in the future.

Sakura almost snorted scathingly when she finally could think of a small ray of lights after the kissing incident and all the unnecessary exercises she got from helping Syaoran that night. It was the fact that both of them obviously had perfectly functioning hearts and lungs especially after considering a small detail like how they managed to keep on kissing all the way home like that. At least the incident had provided one of the good signs that clearly shown that neither of them would need to have some medical checkups any time soon.

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Sakura frowned slightly once she managed to reach the doorstep of her bedroom safely with one of her hands still wrapped around Syaoran's waist. She had no other option than to let Syaoran sleeping in her room for the night. At least, she could wake him up early in the morning before both her father and brother woke up and everything would return to normal or as normal as possible. Besides, it was not like he could do anything improper to her when he was too drunk like that. Somehow Sakura preferred to completely disregard the fact that she was thinking about the same guy who just happened to kiss her far too many times that night with a duration that probably could challenge the kissing time national record; if there was such thing in the first place.

Sakura almost literally tossed Syaoran to her bed since she could not stand hauling his weight any longer. However, Syaoran apparently did not feel anything since he was fast asleep soon after he hit the bed. As Sakura was busily cursing herself and her bad luck, she helped him taking off his shoes, socks, belt and tie before she loosened some of the upper buttons from his expensive shirt.

A couple of seconds later for the first time in her life, Sakura finally realized the good thing of having her own personal bathroom. At least she did not need to go to the common bathroom downstairs to get a wet warm towel like the one she had on her hand at the moment.

Hurriedly, Sakura gently rubbed Syaoran's face, neck, arms, and feet with the warm towel so he could sleep better that night. She shook her head slightly and mumbled more to herself than to the guy who was sleeping soundly beside her, "You're really something, Big Guy."

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Shortly after she finished wiping off all the traces of alcohol from Syaoran's face, Sakura poured a glass of water from a thermos and took 2 tablets of aspirins from her medicine box and put them on the desk next to Syaoran. She grabbed her stick-it notes and wrote hastily,

You better drink these once you wake up Big Guy or you will end with a hangover for the rest of the day.

S.

Once she stuck the notes on the mug so it would be visible for Syaoran to see the next morning, Sakura took one of her fluffy blanket from her cabinet and wrapped it over Syaoran's body carefully as if she did not want to wake him up.

Soon after that, Sakura grabbed some of her thick textbooks from the bookshelf in one of the corner of her room and started arranging them neatly at the center of the bed as a divider between her and Syaoran. Of course she did not want to sleep on the floor merely because of a guy like Syaoran happened to sleep in her room as well.

Thankfully, Sakura had a queen-sized bed or else she really had to make that guy sleeping on the floor if her bed was only a single bed instead. She was definitely not interested with the concept of sleeping on the cold wooden surface of her floor just because Syaoran happened to occupy her bed.

If Li Syaoran ever thought that she was a type of girl who would give everything for his comfort and do anything to please him; then he clearly had made a really stupid mistake. Sakura Kinomoto was not and would never be those kinds of women.

After finished dividing her bed into two with the help from her textbooks, Sakura took a time to look at the tall figure who was still sleeping deeply next to her.

Sakura hated to admit it out loud that Syaoran had a painstakingly handsome face indeed, which probably would make any women went mad and willingly did everything just to try to catch a glimpse of him. His face looked very peaceful, innocent and somehow gave a tinge of childishness when he was sleeping soundly like that. It was a pity that he was nowhere near innocent as soon as he opened his eyes.

At that moment, somehow Sakura realized that Syaoran was definitely the Lucifer of her life; the worst kind of devil that she unluckily got a chance to meet in person. Upon that thought, she could not help but laughing quietly.

As Sakura turned off the switch of her bed lamp and prepared herself to sleep; she glanced at Syaoran and spoke softly, "Good night, Lucifer."

-- to be continued --

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Side Reference:

Lucifer was a proud, rebellious archangel, identified with Satan, who fell from heaven (taken from was weird but I guess some parts of Syaoran's image portrayed in the story and some of his characteristics were oddly resemble this falling angel). He indeed had a devilish handsome look and peculiarly naughty, ill-tempered and bossy kind of behaviors in which somehow always successfully managed to make Sakura mad in the end.