Daily Setup - Skylette

Summary: Boredom goes a long way. Sakura knows that. That's why she decided to do something on a whim, based solely on boredom. And what did exactly she do? She called and ordered up a certain Syaoran Li. [AU

Chapter One : May I Take Your Order?
"...Then horrifying busy dial tone."

(SAKURA)

I sighed as I looked around the house. No one was there. Touya had gone out to work, while Dad had gone off to…Germany, specifically, for an archaeological dig project.

"How come everyone's off doing something and I'm left here all alone and bored?" I asked myself as I slumped back on our green couch, resting my legs on the coffee table.

Tomoyo had been locked up in her room for two days claiming that she had been editing videos of myself or whatever. Eriol was on a vacation too, he'd be coming to Tomoeda tomorrow from a trip from England. Bloody tomorrow. Tomorrow had to be a day away and here I was cursing my boredom away, unfortunately, to no avail.

I skimmed through some magazines I had found in the rack next to the sofa. "What's this now?"

I coughed and turned a few pages. Suddenly a cut-out ad fell out of the magazine entitled 'Blur'. It had a cover of four tall girls all with bright red-orange hair, posing in Chinese costumes, colored yellow, blue, red and green individually. Behind them was a faded picture of what looked like noodles with fish cakes.

"…Take out services…" I whispered slowly "…leaves you wanting for more…"

Take Out Services!
Brought to you by Fanren, Feimei, Fuutie and Shiefa Li.

1. Have you nothing to do in these summer days?
2. Think you can stop for a moment and try out something completely new?
3. Do you enjoy good food?
4. Do you especially enjoy Chinese Cuisine?
5. Are you of the female gender? Maybe an adventurous male?
6. Are you above the age of 15?

If you answered yes to all these questions, try out our Take Out Services!

We have a guarantee! Leaves you wanting for more!
Presents you a one-week course of the finest dinners and will be waiting right in front of your doorstep! For this bargain just dial: 1800-93619. Or! You can email us through the four email addresses that will be listed below. Thank you.

---- (smudge, smudge) No take-backs. No returns.

"This looks like it's for Food Delivery or something." I read the advertisement again.

"I do feel hungry though." I looked down at my grumbling stomach. It was 2:00 and I hadn't eaten anything yet. "Maybe, I should order something…a one-week course, is it?"

RING, RING! RING, RING!

I pondered on what drove me to actually call this place up, I've never really been one to call on just impulse.

"Hello?" a muffled voice got through the phone.

"Uhm…is this the place for Take Out Services?"

Suddenly a few more muffled voices joined the one that was on the phone.

"You're inquiring!? FOR OUR AD!?...Why yes! This is Fanren, Feimei, Fuutie and Shiefa!"

"Uhm. Do I order noww---" I got cut off.

"Can you answer the six questions please? Anything to do? Can you try? Food? Chinese? Female? 15?" said a different voice.

"(1) Why yes. I've absolutely nothing.
(2) I can.
(3) Who doesn't?
(4) I guess so.
(5) Uhm, yeah…Female, I mean.
(6) Right above actually. What do the last two questions have anything to do with---?"

"Great, he'll be there by 4:00 PM! Thanks for calling!"

"Thanks? By the way, who'll be there?"

I heard a bang.

Then a horrifying busy dial tone.

(SYAORAN)

They're at it again. AGAIN!

First it was with some weird girl. A pretty weird girl. No, I mean, a pretty girl. A pretty and yet weird girl. I'd go and talk about her, but I don't feel like it. But I know one thing about her. Totally not my type.

Not that I felt that I was hers. Her type, I mean. I didn't get that feeling. She kept going on and on about some other girl and her video camera. STILL!

How many times do I have to tell them not to get me into these types of situations!?

And Mother! MOTHER!

She goes and agrees with them. With my totally insane, crazy, out-of-their-minds (which I'm pretty sure, mean the same thing,) sisters!

She knows how I so lovingly hate it! She seems to have all the fun in the world with me, to which I can only say to is 'Yes, Mother'.

Can't they all just leave me alone to live my once peaceful (if ever peaceful at all) life!? Of course they can't. They wouldn't dream of it. In fact, I'll go write a book about it. RIGHT NOW! Oh wait. They're probably doing it for me.

"Yes, Mother."

My voice rang through the whole living room. Everyone was mortifyingly quiet.

"I'm glad you understand."

My sisters, I'm sure, we're squeeing their quadruplet minds out at that moment. Mother never wanted anyone in our families to break promises. So, I had to carry out THEIR promise. It wasn't even that much of a promise. Chinese Cuisine One-Week Service! Why, that is some promise that is gravely dangerous to break. The last time wasn't even as bad as this one. What kind of idiot would actually agree to this kind of service?

You know what? I don't even want to know.

At least, not now. I want to spare myself the aggravation, up until that moment I ring for that doorbell. No siree.

"Now, Fanren, Feimei, Fuutie, Shiefa!"

The inner squeeing stopped as they immediately turned their heads to their mother.

"Promise to never do anything such as this ever again!"

"WE PROMISE!" They chimed together. Quite happily, if I say so myself.

I know. I just know that deep, somewhere, deep down inside, that Mother would never ever actually object to this sort of thing.

After seventeen years of made-up stories, swooning crying girls and really bad migraines, I imagine that she never would.

All she needed was for me to get married and all of her life's worries would be over. Well, not counting the part in which I will secretly want to murder her, for the remainder of my life! But she would never care about that. That's my mother. Strong, rock-hard, but still sort of, kind of, ehh, caring mother.

"Thank you. Accept their apologies, will you now? They do seem awfully sincere." Sincere? Sincere my ass-- "--Just go dress up and finish this week. No more setups by those girls after this. Be a good brother and comply with their little deed."

And once again, with no choice in the matter whatsoever, "Yes, mother."

Now if only I could get a shotgun.

But where would I get one?

Probably from that maniac freak that bothered to call.

I took another look at the ad that my sisters made.

What stupid questions!

Wait a second…my eyes rolled to follow some of the lines.

'Adventurous male?' I thought.

They were so desperate as to set me up with a man!? This is unbelievable!

"Why are you making a face, Syao-chan?" Shiefa ruffled my hair as she was also fixing my collar.

"Oh, nothing, dear sister."

"He's frowning. Oh my. It must mean that he doesn't like our little arrangement?" Feimei said mockingly.

Not like? NOT LIKE?! I'll show you not like! Maybe a black eye or two.

But I won't stoop down so low as to punch my youngest-by-two-minutes older sister.

I'm such a gentleman.

"Of course not! Of course, of course not!" Fanren nodded. "You're so positively going to love this one, I have a feeling."

"How can you have a feeling?" I had to ask, "You're not even sure if it's a guy that I'm going out with!"

"Oh silly Syaoran-darling!" Fuutie defended. "It's a girl. We're positive. And she had such a lovely, sweet-sounding voice."

All of them sighed dreamily. "Yeah…"

"Whatever."

"You're such a pessimist!"

"No, I'm not. You're just hopeless."

Shiefa gave another good tug at the end of my shirt. "You're hopeless, brother." She whispered under her breath.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing." They sang together.

It was pretty clear that they all heard what she had said.

I brushed the thought off.

"It's three o'clock!" one of them screamed out breaking the short silence.

They all led me to the doorway, two of them continued to push me out of the gates as the other two waved goodbye at me, with matching hankies in their hands.

Everytime, it would always be so emotional.

Even I got emotional; the three seconds where they'd try to get me into the car? I'd throw a fit of second thoughts.

'OHDAMNOHDAMNOHDAMN!'

I mentally screamed as a new realization dawned upon me.

I'm going to waste ONE WEEK of my vacation, the LAST WEEK of my vacation, trying to entertain this bimbo of a woman. IF IT IS, actually, A WOMAN!

I'm still doubting myself. I can never thoroughly believe anything my sisters say.

I ran my hands through my ruffled hair. Very good ruffled hair I might add. So, I'm a little vain, go figure.

I took a little look in the car mirror, nothing wrong with making yourself look good right?

Tilting my head, I looked a little closer. My hair was still its normal brown self. Yeah, I know it's not going to change anytime soon, unless, of course, my sisters dye it, and I wake up in the middle of the night, and in turn, wake up everyone in the neighborhood. I just like looking at it. But I really don't bother fixing it. I don't need the fixing. It's just another waste of my time, like every other girl/half-guy I get to meet, courtesy of my big sisters.

We stopped in front of a yellow, (and actually) decent looking house. It had a blue roof, flowers and everything! JOY! Wei had driven only quite a short distance from our house. I guess I could just walk there next time. The porch had a nice white wooden railing around it, not overly decorated. Pretty clean from the outside too, it didn't look like it was taken care of some sort of bum. It made me relax a little, since it seemed that the family that was living inside the house was neat. I'm a bit weird about cleanliness myself, with some exceptions.

I took the dinner that Fanren had packed up. Quite nicely done. I could smell the Chinese coming out of the food. Wei helped me out a bit by carrying some of the load. Then, I smiled at him, giving him a signal to go back home. He gladly followed.

I gave out a sigh, "Here we go again." I muttered quietly. Fixing the suit that Shiefa prepared earlier, I put on a deceivingly fake smile.

My fingers pushed the little white button, which made my stomach grumble like it usually did every time I would hear the loud ring similar buttons would give out.

Some thuds, and I heard the door open before I could look up.

Fine strands of honey-coloured hair graced the shoulders of a perfectly composed and actually, quite sleepy woman.

Her eyes stared boringly into mine as she tilted her head, having it rest casually against the doorway.

Wow, they were green.

And it happened to be my favorite colour.

"Yes," she started, "…can I help you?"

Going to her question, my absent mind started to work again. I shook my head lightly.

My eyes were fixed on to her face. It came to me as nothing at first, but all my mind could come up with was:

Hey. She's kind of cute.

Disclaimer: I don't own CCS, CLAMP does. I'm still getting over it.
Outro: You know, I'm really not sure what should happen next. Suggestions anyone? Perhaps, in a review?