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1) This story will be in between 15 to 20 chapters long. Not too long and not too short.
2) The ages? Ciria is 19. Syaoran and the others are 17 (though Syaoran will be 18 in a few months) and Yukito and Touya are 22!
3) This is NOT a Sakura/Yukito fic! The happenings in this chapter are a ONE TIME thing! Don't worry, it's SS all the way!
With Or Without You
Chapter Nine: It Gets Worse
I frowned, walking down the dark streets of Tomoeda, my arms wrapped around myself, a deep frown creasing my lips.
Damn Syaoran. Damn Syaoran. Damn Syaoran!
Why did I have to be such a bitter person? It was like, oh, you hurt me, die bitch die!
What ever happened to "forgive and forget"?
I suck at that…
I sighed, a cold wind rushing past me. Kent probably thought I'd ditched him, which I kind of did…though, really, it was all in a very good attempt to get away from Syaoran.
An attempt which, so far, had worked.
I made it to my house without being bothered by anyone, especially Syaoran.
Only to find Touya's car parked in the driveway.
It was already fairly late at night, and Touya had told me earlier that day that he and Yukito were going out for a while with some other friends and I probably wouldn't see them until the following day.
I was going to just shrug it off, as I usually do, when I noticed something.
Touya's car was parked rather badly in the driveway.
Now, you're probably thinking; Who cares? So he parked a little crooked, so what?
Well, for one, Touya is an amazing driver and takes great pride in parking perfectly, and then rubbing it in my face, seeing as my driving blows.
Plus, this was not just a crooked park.
This was the kind of park that, if he'd gone any further, he'd have run into the house.
This, got me worried.
I ran up the steps to my house and pushed the door open, seeing as it wasn't fully closed in the first place.
I half expected, when I ran in, to see my twenty-two-year-old brother lying, lifeless, on the ground because he'd been murdered, everything in the house gone.
But instead, all I saw was a dark hallway, no blood or broken objects, and heard the sound of mad laughter coming from upstairs.
"What the hell?" I groaned, closing the door and locking it, turning and rushing up the stairs.
Where I found my brother, lying on the floor in the hallway, laughing his head off, Yukito standing in the doorway beside him, also laughing hysterically.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" I snarled, my hands on my hips, glaring at the two supposedly responsible college men. "You almost hit the house with your car, and you're laughing?"
"S-Sakura?" Touya said through laughs. "Look!"
He pointed to the wall.
There was nothing there.
"Are you high or something?" I frowned down at him.
He just kept on laughing.
Oh no, he wasn't high. He was drunk, Yukito, too.
Since when did Touya and Yukito get drunk?
Yukito, thankfully, was more in his own mind than Touya.
"Come on Yukito," I said, grabbing his shoulders, trying to stop him from laughing. "Help me get Touya off the floor."
Yukito snickered and nodded, taking his glasses off so he could wipe the tears from his eyes.
God, alcohol smelt terrible.
I held my breath as I grabbed Touya's arms and Yukito grabbed his feet.
Not for long.
No sooner had Yukito grabbed my brother's feet, the both of us lugging him off the floor, did he let go, and Touya's legs went crashing back to the floor.
This only made the two boys laugh harder.
"Fine, I'll do it myself then!" I growled, grabbing Touya's arms more tightly, dragging him into his room.
All the while Yukito just stood in the hallway, laughing.
I was so never going to let them live this down.
"Touya, if dad finds out about this, you are screwed." I growled, pushing him backwards onto his bed. He needed to sleep it off. "So you owe me, big time."
"Awe, little Saki is maddy!" Touya snickered, his eyes slightly glazed as he lay there, snickering like a little child.
I rolled my eyes. "No duh Sherlock. Now you stay here and get some rest, okay? I'll make you two some coffee."
Touya didn't answer, all his did was sloppily salute me, then close his eyes.
God, what a moron! See what alcohol does to people? It turns normal hot-headed assholes into giggling idiots.
I sighed and walked back into the hallway, where Yukito was standing, and closed Touya's door behind me.
Yukito had, thankfully, stopped laughing, and was looking around him as if he were in Wonderland or something, his eyes all wide and sparkly.
"Come on Yuki." I sighed, grabbing his arm. "You can sleep in my room for tonight, okay?"
"Sssaakuraaa?" Yukito said, his words slurring. "Wh-Where am I?"
"My house, now come this way." I said, pushing open the door to my room, pulling him inside. Yes, they would so never live this down.
I just wish I was video taping all of this.
"Lay down." I ordered, pointing to the bed. "I'll make you guys some coffee, okay?"
Yukito nodded and rubbed his head, his eyes closed, looking rather tired. "I can't remember..."
Well, at least his words were getting somewhat better.
"Yukito," I sighed as he lay down, his hand on his forehead. "How much did you drink?"
He opened his eyes and, stupidly, held up one finger. "Just seven."
I laughed. I couldn't help it, I laughed. "My, you're a smart one. Stay here while I-"
"You know, you're pretty hot." Yukito said lazily from the bed.
I gaped at him.
Wait, he was drunk. He was drunk.
Almost forgot.
"Okay then Casanova." I said with a smirked. "You really need to sleep it off. Go to sleep, okay?"
"So I can dream of…you." he hiccupped.
I shook my head sadly and walked out of the room and into the hallway.
What did I do to deserve taking care of two drunk college guys? Sure, many girls would be thrilled, but not me, oh no.
I was so not in the mood.
But I had to do it.
I walked into the kitchen and filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove to boil, grabbing a tin of coffee mix from the cupboard.
Then I sat there, at the kitchen table, and waited for the water to boil.
If only I hadn't totally messed things up, then maybe I'd be out with my friends than taking care of the idiots from hell.
One of the idiots from hell, who happened to just be a little weird in the head.
What had made Yukito say that, anyway? Sure, he was drunk and all, but that had to come from somewhere, right?
"Stop it Sakura," I commanded myself under my breath, tracing circles with my fingers on the table. "Yukito is like a brother…this isn't like when we were younger."
Flashback
"So Sakura, happy that it's going to be a New Year soon?" Tomoyo giggled, she and I sitting on the couch at her house, crowds of people surrounding us and all around in the living room.
I was thirteen, and it was New Years Eve, the beginning of a New Year. Only a few more minuets until midnight.
"So, who are you going to kiss on midnight?" Tomoyo asked when I didn't answer her first question.
"No one." I said with a faint smile. "Why would I?"
"Well, Damien is over there," Tomoyo said, tossing her head to the side, where a fifteen-year-old grade ten was standing, his eyes fixed on me.
"I think not." I snickered, turning back to Tomoyo. "He's a little gross, don't you think?"
"No way! Damien is totally hot!" Tomoyo grinned. "God, an exchange student from Canada? Can you get any better?"
"I bet you can." I smirked.
"Hey Sakura, hey Tomoyo." Yukito smiled, he and Touya waltzing up to us, each with a New Years hat on top of their eighteen-year-old heads, a glass on champagne in their hands.
"You had better not be kissing anyone at midnight." Touya growled down at me.
"Me? Of course not!" I laughed, ignoring the elbow Tomoyo had just given me.
I knew what she was thinking.
Why not Yukito?
Uh, because he was my brother's best friend, and Touya was probably die if he found out I'd been harboring a secret love for his silver-haired friend.
And, I'd be too embarrassed to do it.
"Twenty seconds to midnight!" someone screamed from somewhere in the crowd.
Instantly, people went searching around for people to kiss, or a good place to jump up and down and cheer from.
"I'm going to find Eriol!" Tomoyo grinned, bouncing off the couch and disappearing into the crowd.
"Touya!" Eriol's sister, Ruby, grinned, grabbing Touya's arm. "You're with me tonight!"
"Awe come on Ruby!" Touya groaned. "Let me go!"
"Oh you love me!" Ruby giggled. "You're just too thick to admit it."
"Thick?" Touya growled, following her into the crowd.
Yukito chuckled. "Mind if I sit down?"
I felt my cheeks flare. "N-Not at all."
"Who's that guy over there?" Yukito asked, taking a seat next to me while nodding at Damien, who still hadn't taken his eyes off me.
"An exchange student from Canada." I said flatly, not taking my eyes from Yukito and his hotness. "He doesn't matter."
"He's been staring at you all night." Yukito smirked, turning back to me. "Do you like him?"
"No."
"He seems to like you."
I frowned at him. "Who are you, my mother?"
Yukito laughed. "Not."
"Ten!"
"So, who are you going into the New Year with?" I asked hopefully.
"Nine!"
"Me, myself, and I." Yukito smirked.
"Eight!"
I frowned. "I see..."
"Seven!"
"You?"
"Six!"
"Ditto." I smiled. "I think."
"Five!"
"You think?" Yukito said, looking somewhat confused.
"Four!"
He was so cute when he looked confused.
"Three!"
I shrugged. "I do think."
"Two!"
Yukito smirked. "Well, there's no need for us to go in alone right? Why don't we go in together? As friends."
"One!"
I smiled and nodded. "Sure."
"Happy New Year!"
Then he leaned forward, and kissed my, rather innocently, on the cheek.
End Flashback
It had been an innocent kiss, but still, it had sent me swooning.
It was hard, not long after, for me to realize that Yukito and I just weren't meant to be.
I smiled faintly. "That's because Syaoran and I..."
Ah! Stop it Sakura!
I shook my head madly and got up from the table, hearing the kettle squealing.
I grabbed the coffee mix and poured it into the hot water, pouring the coffee into three cups of coffee, then adding some milk and sugar.
Yeah, I needed the coffee, too.
Just as I was about to take the coffees to Touya and Yukito, however, I felt arms go around my waist, and warm lips press against my neck.
I shivered, I couldn't help it, but I also jumped.
At first I thought it was Syaoran, but then I remembered that I'd locked the door.
So I turned around.
"Yukito? What are you doing?" I growled, fully aware that he was, most likely, still not himself.
Basically, I could not hold him to any of his actions.
"You smell good." he smiled.
I felt my cheeks flare when I noticed the proximity he was to me. "U-Uh, no, that's t-the coffee..."
He shook his head and leaned forward, pressing me against the counter, his nose inches from mine. "Coffee? You're not coffee..."
Duh.
Remember Sakura, I told myself, pressing my hands against his chest, ready to push him away from me if needed. He's drunk, he doesn't know what he's doing.
"Yukito," I said, just making sure. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I feel dizzy." he sighed, resting his forehead on my shoulder, his arms still wrapped around my waist. "So dizzy."
"I bet." I said, rolling my eyes, pushing him away from me. "Go back upstairs, okay? I'll bring you coffee."
"I don't want to go, though." he pouted, looking down at me.
He was wearing his glasses, so I could see his blue eyes perfectly, and all the emotions in them.
He looked…sad.
Either that, or totally out of it.
"Yukito, go up-" I said, but was cut off when he caught my mouth with his.
What the hell?
Yukito was kissing me. What…an…asshole! He couldn't kiss me that New Years when he was fully sane, but he can now, when he's drunk? What's with that?
So I pushed him away.
Almost.
For being drunk, he was still amazingly strong, and only held me closer when I tried to push him away.
Thus deepening the kiss.
What is he doing? He had better be drunk or I will kick his ass! I love Syaoran, not him! Get off me! I shrieked in my mind.
But even though he was drunk…he was still an amazing kisser…
So I found myself closing my eyes, accepting his kiss.
Which I guess only egged him on, because the next thing I knew one of his hands had slid up my shirt, the other just under the hem of my skirt.
Ah! This is wrong! I'm seventeen! He's twenty-two! WRONG! WRONG! WRONG!
"Yukito stop." I managed to say once I pried my lips from his.
He didn't answer, all he did was press his lips against mine again, the sickening taste of beer still lingering.
Drunk bastard!
I frown as he continued to attack my lips, his hand sliding up my skirt.
Fine, desperate times call for desperate measures.
So I grabbed a pot from the counter, which had been left out for some odd reason, and hit him with it.
What? I had to stop him somehow!
No, he didn't pass out, as I'd hoped he would, but he did let me go and swear a couple times.
"Go upstairs." I ordered, pointing my finger past him, towards the hallway. "I'll bring you you're coffee."
He just smiled stupidly and obeyed.
Let's hope he didn't remember this.
Okay! A bit longer! Hope you liked it! REVIEW! I am SOOO frickin twisted! "Let's make Yukito DRUNK!" Yep, I'm twisted.
And like I said, this is NOT a Yukito/Sakura fic, so DON'T KILL ME!
Oh, and I'm trying to make the chapters longer...YAY!
In future chatpers, I will be dealing with a more "mature" theme (no, not rated M stuff) but you get it...I hope.