Author's Note: OK, so this was an impulse story, I realise I still have another on the go that I sort of started but didn't go anywhere with, but it WILL be finished…eventually…maybe. Not sure where this one will end up, if anywhere, but so far, pairing undefined (if any!). Ideas and suggestions would be much appreciated. The story will change narrators a lot, so bare with me. Hopefully it's pretty obvious, but just to make it clear, this time, it's Doumeki.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN: holic, tsubasa, or any related clamp characters (no matter how many times I asked the genie in the lamp for them). Nor do I own Macdonalds… (which is kind of the fast food restaurant this is based on).

Chapter 1: Next Customer Please

After only 4 weeks at my new job, the words "next customer please" began to become something I said automatically, like saying "moron" to Watanuki. It only took me a short time to get to know the rest of the team who were crazy enough to take on the Saturday afternoon shift. Watanuki and I worked the tills, a chirpy happy-go-lucky young man named Fai did most of the cooking and ice-cream serving, a big burly guy who always had a look that said "I don't wanna be here" plastered over his face was posted on "drive thru" duty, and of course, there was Syaoran, our clumsy chip-fryer. All together this group made for some light amusement that made the job just a little more bearable.

"Today!" Watanuki yelled in my face, pointing an accusing finger towards me.

"Today, what, moron?" Was all I could say in return.

"Today…I WILL serve more customers than YOU!" Now standing on a chair, Watanuki was striking a rather unusual pose, which for him, was nothing short of normal.

"Are you idiots going to have this argument every time?!" Came a large deep voice from the drive thru. He never paid enough attention to us to introduce himself, but Fai, who had known him for many long, painful years as his roommate, informed us that he was known as Kurogane (or Kuropu, Kergy, Kuro-tan, and any other ridiculous nickname you can come up with to piss him off).

My watch bleeped. 1 o'clock. Our shift had begun.

After taking a few seconds to switch places with the other depressed teenagers who worked the morning shift, I proceeded to call "Next customer please" and thus begun another afternoon of solid work.

The first hour was busy. Of course, that's always what we expect at Saturday lunchtime, but I couldn't help but smirk as Watanuki frantically tried to keep tally of how many customers we had each served while at the same time punching the customer's order into the till. He took no notice of the fact I was continuously disinterested in the whole "contest," and taking the time to keep count of the "score" only made him lose faster.

"One Big Mac and large fries!" He called behind him, carving another black mark under his score, setting him comfortably fifteen points behind myself. I said I was disinterested, but that didn't mean winning wasn't a good thing.

"There's plenty of burgers ready behind you Watanuki!" sang Fai. Yes, it was possible for him to sing while talking about burgers. I believe it was a dare from our cleaner, Sakura, to sing-speak all day, as only he could be so immature to accept such a challenge. Since her post was out front instead of behind the counter, I rarely noticed her presence at all. She squeaked occasionally, for one reason or another.

Fai called over to his co-worker- "Syaoran! What about the…" but he was cut off when there was a huge crash followed by a yelp as Syaoran slipped and dipped his hand into the boiling grease. Just at that moment, an excited sound came from Watanuki as a familiar face walked in.

The following excerpts of speech came from two, possibly three different conversations at once, but I couldn't tell really, as I had my fingers plugged into my ears for most of Watanuki's screaming.

"Himawari! How nice of you to drop by and visit while I'm on my shift! Can I get anything for you?"

"I'll pass on that order for you, just head on over to window tw- What the hell Syaoran? Did you just do that, AGAIN?! Hold on there, sir, there may be a slight delay. Our waiter seems to be stuck in the fryer right now."

"Hey there Watanuki, Doumeki, I thought you might like these cupcakes I bought while you're on your break."

"Oh my! Is everything all right over there? I'd help you out, but I'm busy shaping these patties…" *still singing*

"Yeah." (The only word I put in during the whole farce.)

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" *sizzle*

A small voice from Sakura that only I heard over the commotion squeaked in: "Um, can one of you pass over some more straws? Somebody just took the last one…is this a bad time?"

Much of the same continued for another minute or so, before the whole restaurant was brought to silence when the door at the back of the kitchen sprung open, hitting the adjacent wall with an ear-splitting "SLAM" that even turned a few heads of indulging customers. In walked a man you tried to keep away like the plague, our boss, Seishiro.

OOH, SCARY. Please review if you can be bothered to do so, I am DYING for suggestions for this. Chapter 2 is already written, but just needs to be touched up a little. I realise I tend to write in short chapters, so don't get mad about that! Anyway, if you enjoyed it, please tell me and I might consider writing more of it! Thanks for reading!