A/N: I felt like adding a comedic short chapter to fic. When I said short, I mean intended to be short. I guess it got a little bigger than what I expected. ; It's about what happened to some CCS characters during that evening. It turns out that S&S's little world of their own was not as private and isolated as they thought it was (evil grin).

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On the edge of Tomoeda, still a fair distance from Syaoran's apartment, was an old house. It was said that decades ago it was inhabited by mysterious people with strange black magic powers, feared by those around them. For that reason, the building was in a nearly abandoned state, as nobody wanted anything to do with it. Any regular person, that is.

Eriol Hiragizawa was not your average teenager, though. After all, not everyone is a half-reincarnation of one of the most eccentric magicians in history. Having inherited most of Clow Reed's memories, he also acquired some characteristics from his former self, or as Syaoran put it, "all his loose screws".

That kind of stories lured him like bees to honey, so it was no surprise when everyone found out that he was now living there. Nobody had anything to object, though Syaoran and Sakura made him promise on his knees (well, only Syaoran was quite forceful on the knees part) that he would not seal any almighty card or any of his wacky and dangerous magical experiments beneath it.

After promising with his fingers crossed behind his back (which earned him a black eye, courtesy of the little wolf's fist), he began a peaceful life of studying, meditating and prying his nose into other people's personal affairs.

That day, he could be found in his living room, sun staff in hand, magical circle glowing on the floor, watching the two unsuspecting lovers in their make-out session.

- Well, what do you know? – He whispered to himself, his lips curving upwards in his traditional mischievous smirk – My cute little descendant is all grown up. Making out with my precious half-daughter, are you? You put up quite a show for me, indeed.

Anyone who knew him well would know he was then pondering the best way to use that juicy information to tease and torture his favourite plaything: Syaoran.

His train of though was interrupted when Nakuru entered the scene. After intently staring at the magical window for a couple of seconds, she suddenly squealed, freaking out Spinel, who was comfortably reading a book nearby.

- Sooo CUTE! – Jumping around the room, she hummed – Syaoran and Sakura, alone in a room, k-i-s-s-i-n-g….. Oh my! – She stopped in her tracks, her gaze glued to Syaoran, as he put into action his brand new knowledge about kissing – Now what do you know? Isn't he a bold one…?

Glancing at Eriol, she decided to add:

- I can't believe you are being surpassed by him, Eriol! You have decades of more experience than him, at he still beats you to the big frenchie….

Turning his attention towards her, he simply replied.

- I have no idea what you're talking about.

With a sly expression on her face, her reply was quick to come.

- Sure you do! I'm saying than he beat you to tongue kissing his girl! If I'm not mistaken, that raven-haired choir girl you're so fond of doesn't even know what you want to do with her, right tiger? – Without waiting for his answer she continued - So you're obviously falling behind in the love-love race.

That struck its target like a thousand volts. As a result, both Spinel and Nakuru were rewarded with an amazing sight, one that mere mortals can only dream to witness: for a fraction of second, Eriol Hiragizawa, the king of composure, twitched his eyebrow nervously.

Both guardians stood glued to the spot, unable to move after witnessing an event rarer than sighting the Hale-Bop comet.

His response, however, was a flat "You are making no sense."

Later that night, as he was trying to fall asleep in his bed, Nakuru's talk came to back to his mind. And if any of his guardians were still awake, they would have certainly thought the world was coming to an end, as his cheeks were tinted with an ever-so-slight red hue.

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The sobriety and quietude that characterized the Daidouji mansion was suddenly disrupted by a high-pitched, ear-piercing squeal:

- KAWAAAIIIIIIII …..!

By the time it subsided, the whole household was already in a panic. It took a while until everyone realized that only one person used that expression in that tone: "The mistress' daughter" all the maids thought.

In fact, up in her room, Tomoyo Daidouji was in a state of ecstasy. She just couldn't help but let it all out in an uncontrollable squeal. What she didn't count on was that she had quite a powerful voice when she wanted to, so in addition to the scaring everyone out their minds, nearly every glass on the house was now cracked or simply shattered into pieces.

However, all this damage was meaningless compared to the grandiosity of what she had just aquired: one of the best footage on Sakura ever!

"I knew it was a superb idea to bug Li-kun's house! So far, I've been able to get really good shots of my precious Sakura-chan, but this one certainly toped it all! Sakura-chan looked sooo kawai with such a delighted and dreamy expression on her face!..."

By now she was in her traditional starry-eyed mode, from which nobody could get her out of.

"Oh, I've got just the right name for it: Sakura-chan's otona-no-kiss! It's just perfect! I can't wait to start editing it…I'll add some nice romantic music and…and…"

She carried on her daydreaming until she remembered something else.

"But there's more to this. I'm sure Eriol-kun would love having some blackmailing materialconcerning Li-kun. I'm sure we can make a nice deal."

She was oblivious to the fact that Eriol himself had that scene covered by his own twisted means. But she also wasn't aware than despite not needing them, he was always looking forward to having some friendly negotiations with her. And she had to admit she really enjoyed them as well. It's always nice to hang around with someone with the same type of 'evil' mind as yours.

"Yes, we're certainly going to have a good time."

And she still didn't know half of what was going trough the azure-haired boy's mind and heart. Yes, things were really going to be interesting in the future….

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Around the same time, the peaceful atmosphere of a small café near Tomoeda Central Park was abruptly broken by some really bad vibrations. Their source was the new part-time worker, Touya Kinomoto.

His posture was stiff, his teeth were clenched and his eyebrows were twitching. He emitted a low, profound growl that sent shivers down the bravest men's spines.

- Chinese…. gaki……

- Tou-ya, what's the matter with you?

This was asked by the other new part-timer, Yukito Tsukishiro, Touya's really close "friend".

If possible, his voice became even more intimidating.

- That BLEEP> Chinese gaki!... grrrr…. He's doing something to MY imouto!... – His breathing was hard, and his fists were shaking with anger – He's not going to get away with this! It's today that I send him back to China, without one very particular organ.

Yukito sighed. He was already getting used to this. It had become a rather frequent situation even since Syaroan had come back to Japan and started effectively going out with Sakura. Even while he was in China, Touya stood guard to the mailbox whenever he suspected one of Syaoran's frequent letters would be arriving. The scissors and matches in his hands were a clear indication of his intentions. His only obstacle was Sakura's equally fierce determination to save her beloved's letters. So the silver-haired teen had learned not to be surprised when he saw his friend in the doorway, being held upside down by Woody's branches or running down the street with his uniform sleeve on fire, Firey hot on his trail.

It was still beyond Yukito how Touya managed to know when the Chinese boy was within a one mile radius of his sister, or even when they were doing something that he did not approve of (which was pretty much everything). As far as he knew, he had given up all his magic powers to Yue, so he wouldn't be able to sense when Sakura was in danger, much less when she was having a good time with her boyfriend. In the end, he concluded that the bond between siblings was much more special than magic could ever describe.

Still, he always tried to dissuade him, saying he was just imagining things and that probably Sakura was in her room playing with Keroberos or hanging out with Tomoyo. Of course he never managed to convince him, and this time was no exception either.

- I know it! I just know it! And don't you dare trying to stop me, Yuki! I'm going to the brat's house right now and settle this once and for all!

The situation did not look good. Touya had just entered gaki-destruction auto-pilot and reasoning with him was useless. So the snow bunny had no other choice but to hold him back just as the infuriated man was trying to bolt out the door. He was not pleased by this, and struggled to get free, fuming in rage. Yukito could have almost sworn he saw the kanji characters for 'big brother' written on his forehead in bold red letters.

A few moments later the sound of shattering dishes echoed throughout the place. Not too long after the shop's owner came to see what was happening.

"Well" – though Yukito – "Looks like this job didn't last long, either."

The mystery of Touya's frequent job changes was finally beginning to be unveiled…

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Miles away, at the Li estate, Yelan Li was doing some divination on her garden. She was on a spot with a wonderful view over Hong Kong. It was the exact same place where about three years ago she foresaw Sakura's destiny.

With hands held up in front of her, holding the magical fan that had been in the clan for generations, she focused on her only son. The magical symbols that were inscribed in the Raishin Board appeared beneath her feet. After some seconds of deep concentration, she suddenly loss focus, and the magical moment ended. One could see a mixture of shock and surprise dominating her features. Only Syaoran could bring that look to her stone-rigid face. The changes he underwent over the last few years were enough to leave any mother stunned. And Yelan, despite her sober appearance and apparently inflexible character, was still a concerned parent, with all the little ups and downs of that came along with the job. Seeing her son grow up was both gratifying and bewildering. She still had a hard time picturing the little ice-cold boy madly in love with a sweet, happy-go-lucky young girl.

When she returned to the house she was greeted by her four daughters, who were just going out. For a split second, there was an unusual glint in her eyes, and the faintest trace of a smile graced her lips.

- Dear daughters, do you want to know something interesting I just saw?

Minutes later, much squealing ensued.

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"Nothing can spoil my day!"

Syaoran was on cloud nine. He felt hyper, yet lazy. He was floating around the house one second, slouching on the couch the next one. He felt like laughing, but sighing at the same time. All the contradictory feelings he could come up with...they were there.

This state of mind was by no means unfamiliar to him. It had been a while since the last time he was so out of it, tough. He remembered Tomoyo had taped him when he was strolling around the park with his mind on the clouds, mumbling Sakura's name over and over. Obviously, that tape eventually landed in the hands of his arch-nemesis, which resulted in Syaoran's utter and complete torture in the weeks than followed. But it also earned him a very sweet Sakura, who took it as a silly yet touching demonstration of his affection. In the end, he decided on being more careful from then on, especially until 'He-who-he-shall-not-name' was a safe distance from him, which was about half the equator's perimeter.

It was then that something on the floor caught his attention. What drew him to it was its colour: pink. His brain always associated it with the image of the girl of his dreams. Upon closer inspection he realized it was indeed one of the ribbons that held her hair in the usual pigtails. "It must have fallen off a while ago, while we were busy". It smelled like her hair, and he could still feel her presence in it. Before he realized it, he was rubbing his face in it, so adoringly as if he was holding its owner. To any outsider, it might have seemed he had some serious issues to take care of. But did he care?... Of course not! At least not until the day he noticed that his whole house was filled with strategically placed micro cameras, recording his every moveand transmiting them liveto the Daidouji's.

With his senses heightened to anything Sakura-related, the probed the house for any vibrational signs of her recent visit. The feeling of magic was still lingering around the room, his and her magic. Even his plants seemed greener and more vibrant than ever. "Now what do you know? A lovers' magic moment is a great gardening solution."

He felt like slapping himself after such a silly gag. He continued looking around until he noticed the package than had arrived just about an hour ago, when Sakura was still there. He decided to open it. After all, his family had sent it, so it should be important.

- From Feimei, Xiefa, Fuutie and Fanren – he read aloud.

"Ok, so maybe it's not important."

As a matter of fact, he felt severely tempted to stuff it in the deepest, darkest corner of his apartment and leave it there for all eternity. The prospect of receiving something from his sisters was almost as frightening as Tomoyo's and Four-eyes' "evil" plots against him.

Unfortunately, his good manners kicked in, and he carefully opened the package, revealing a most interesting book.

- "Kissing for dummies" – he read its title.

"The irony! But I guess you four were a bit late this time. I've already cleared this stage. So I won't grant you the joy of getting completely flustered over this gift of yours." – He smiled smugly – "Nice try, but no cigar."

His thoughts were interrupted by the phone. That moment, a feeling of dread overcame him. He couldn't quite describe it, but it was as if his instincts were warning him of imminent danger. It wasn't an enemy lurking in the shadows, looking for a chance to strike. It was something he dreaded far more. And despite all his senses warned him against it, he foolishly picked up the phone.

- Moshi moshi, Syaoran desu.

The sound wave that followed was so powerful he was sent flying back a couple of meters, landing on the floor, with a hard 'thud'.

- LITTLE BROTHER! – Four female voices had squealed.

Syaoran took some time to recover from the shock. He just lay still, swirly-eyed, cursing his own gut instincts for being always so unnervingly accurate.

When he finally returned to the vertical position, he breathed in and out a couple of times, readying himself for what he knew it would be a hard time.

- Hello, sisters. How have you been doing? – He ask in his most innocent and polite tone of voice.

He instinctively put some distance between him and the speaker, because he was sure there would be another chorus of squealing girls.

Hearing only small giggles, he became truly worried. He'd rather have them squeal their throats out than snicker like that. Usually that was a prelude of even more embarrassment for him.

- We're fine, thank you – Replied Fuutie, in a much too sweet tone of voice – And how have you being doing?

There was something about the way that 'you' was pronounced that left him even more on edge.

- Me? Oh, well I-I… - he stammered.

- No, no. I meant you, as in you and your kawai girlfriend! – Xiefa interrupted

"Oh, no…"

- Have you been treating her real-ly well? – Added two in unison.

- I'm sure he has! – Fanren didn't give him time to talk – but that's not what we called about.

"It wasn't?" Syaoran was surprised, to say the least.

- Right. Have you received our package? Before you say anything, we just wanted to apologize for sending it. We know it was a bit inappropriate for you. – This time it was Feimei speaking for all of them.

Syaoran's jaw fell to the floor and his eyes widen in complete astonishment. Had they been brainwashed? Had mother died? Had those girls finally been blessed by the angel of maturity?

- We hadn't realized you didn't need our help.

- It seems you did the job well enough on your own.

By then he had turned white. "It can't be! They couldn't have…! It's just not possible!…".

- I'm sure the little cherry blossom was very impressed with you – they mock praised him.

"They did! They did! I don't know how, but they found out! It was an hour ago but they've already found out!"

He silently cursed his rotten luck and the whole abominable sister race. It surpassed him how they always managed to know precisely what he didn't want them to know, even in the utmost private place possible: his own apartment!

But he still didn't accept defeat. There was no way they were getting the upper hand this time. He breathed in and out several times to regain all his self-control, and spoke in the smuggest tone of voice he could muster.

- It's a tough job being so great, but somebody's got to do it!

His response was another set of squeals, along with a few 'He's all grown up!' and 'So cute!' But he could live with that. They'd eventually forget about it. The only thing to worry about was if they got their hands on a video tape with the two of them kissing, but since Tomoyo was nowhere near at that time, there was nothing to worry about. Nevertheless, he wished they had taken more after mother. She at least would never get herself involved in such mediocre and superficial gossip, much less spread around information about her son's personal matters.

But it seems they were not done yet.

- So we've been thinking and decided to do something good for both you and mother. We have this book here than will prove very useful in your future. We all know how mother is serious when it comes to guaranteeing the clan's continuity. As since you are the future leader, you have the responsibility of providing a successor to that position.

His confidence was ferociously drainedout ofhim. "They can't mean!…"

- After careful deliberation, we concluded that you should be well informed about that task, so we took the liberty of providing you with useful information related to marital intimacy. You've got to be well prepared when the time comes, right?So we also recommendhaving lots of practice beforehand. As a matter of fact, I'm sure your kawai blossom would love it! So we're sendingthis right away!

Syaoran's face was now a fierce red, mouth incapable of uttering a sound and senses losing their focus. When they read some passages of the book related to how he should stimulate his lover's most private parts, he was promptly knocked out cold with a nosebleed.

- Hello?... Xiao Lang, are you still there? – came the fake worried voice of Fanren trough the now abandoned speaker.

Obtaining no response, they figured he was already down. But on Syaoran's apartment, their talking could still be heard:

- He's already knocked out. In the end it was too much for him.

- Yes, but he did put up more of a fight this time.

- But it was not good enough yet.

With that, they hung up

As silence descended upon the room, one could safely assume the Li sisters had just won another round.

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Sakura was zooming like a hurricane trough the streets of her quiet neighbourhood. She had a goofy smile on her face as she halted in front of her house. With eyes shining brighter than emeralds and cherry pink cheeks to complement them, she entered the small yellow building with a mood that could lighten a thousand stars. Once inside, she rested her body against the front door and let her knees give in, slowly trailing down until she seemed like a puddle of mush by the doorway:

- Hanyaaannn!……

Not a second later, Kero came flying down the stairs in a panic, calling her name over and over. The sight that greeted him downstairs made him slow down to a stop, as he quizzically observed his mistress.

- Leave me alone, Kero-chan – she mumbled lazily, eyelids closed – Right now I only want to daydream about Syao-chan...

There was something quite unusual about her mistress, Kero thought. Her current position reminded him of the time when she went 'hanyan' over Yukito and came rushing into her room, letting herself fall into a position similar to the current one.

"What could possible have left her like this?" Then, looking closely as her smiling lips, her coloured cheeks, her glossy half-closed eyes and adding it to the name of the brat, he suddenly had one suspicion.

- Sa-ku-ra... – His tone of voice was dangerously low – What exactly have you been doing all this time? – There was a dark shadow over his eyebrows.

- Hoe? – She was drawn out of her daydream by her guardian's stern expression.

- You've been with that brat, haven't you? And what did you two do all alone in his apartment? – He looked scarier and scarier by the second.

The young girl was getting intimidated by the usually harmless-looking plush-like being.

- Ano, we just….ano….just had a good time together – she responded in a cheerful tone of voice, attempting to hide her nervousness.

The little creature did not accept her reply so easily.

- And what did that 'good time' consist of? It wasn't anything you shouldn't be doing, was it? - His interrogation seemed more severe than ever.

- N-no, o-of course not! – She was blushing heavily, and turned her face away from him, trying to hide her embarrassment. There was no way she would ever tell Kero what happened. That was her private matter and she was the only one who chose whom to tell.

Kero only took that as a sign of guilt. In a triumphant pose, he exclaimed:

- I knew it! You can't hide it from me! I know exactly what this is all about! – I haven't been alive for over a century for nothing, you know?

Sakura just stared wide-eyed at him. He continued scolding her.

- Have you no shame? Is this how your father raised you? What would he say? I'm so disappointed in you!

That hurt. A lot.

Her eyes were now brimming with unshed tears.

- But Kero, you're not being fair! It wasn't something that serious. It's not like we did…erm…THAT! – Despite the currentsituation, she blushed immensely at the mental image that formed in her mind.

- I don't care what you could or couldn't have done! We're talking about what you acutally did. And it was inexcusable!

By now she was clearly crying.

- 'sniff'... You're just being 'sniff'... m-mean! It was a simply a natural thing 'sniff' people in love do…. – She couldn't believe he was making her feel so lousy because of something that felt so wonderful and right.

- Being in love or not is not important! – He growled, mercilessly - It's a matter of decency!

She looked at the floor, tears freely rolling down her face. With no will carry on that argument, she mumbled a weak 'But'.

- No 'buts'! You two had cake and didn't even think of sharing it with me. You didn't consider my feelings for a mere split second. That kind of selfish behaviour cannot beforgiven so easily!

Had she been standing up, she would have certainly fallen down anime-style with a huge sweatdrop. As she was, she just passed out, swirly-eyed, muttering a relieved, but incredulous 'Hoeee'...

Needless to say, Kero had no dinner that night.

And both Sakura and Syaoran decided to think twice before kissing again...

… within the next few hours.

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I was feeling a bit evil when I was writing this. I never knew that being evil could feel so good. Look out, good-doers! lol.

Uh, oh!…

('Runs away from an infuriated Syaoran.)

Until next time!