Disclaimer (and pseudo Author's Notes): I would like to make it clear that this is the last time I'm going to say I do not own CCS. It breaks my heart every time I have to admit it. The title of Drabble Number One refers to Treaty of Paris (1898) during the Spanish-American War. Nothing significant really. Just thought you'd like to know. Also from this chapter onwards the number of drabbles are gonna get shorter. I wasn't honestly expecting chapter one to have eight drabbles. This chapter is for bluesints and AkemiLove. Thank you for the lovely reviews. And oh yeah, Tanja. Because her word is law. And we all know, laws are meant to be broken.
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Once Upon A Time Redux
Prompt Number Two: A Face In The Crowd
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I. The Treaty Of Paris
"You drive a hard bargain."
"Do I?"
"I just want to make this clear. Every meal comes with dessert right?"
"That's right?"
With that, an oblivious Syaoran watched on as his cousin and the girl in black and red shook hands, exchanging similar smiles.
He would soon learn to be weary of such gestures and smiles in the weeks to follow.
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II. Getting To Know You
"So let me get this straight... you exchanged your magical service for a free meal?"
"Free meals. With dessert. And bottomless tea."
"..."
Nakuru smiled at him happily as he poured her another cup of tea.
Syaoran had the distinct feeling she was quite smug over the bargain with Eriol.
"Besides," she added as she motioned for him to pour her another cup, "Both of your testimonies would look good on my résumé."
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III. A Little Bird Told Me
It took Syaoran exactly two minutes and some odd seconds to figure out that Nakuru sort of, kind of sucked at being a fairy godmother prior to being introduced.
Eriol, being the older one, had insisted that it was his right to know these kinds of things (i.e. Nakuru sucking at magic).
Syaoran didn't mind. He just wish he was warned. A subtle glance would've sufficed. Even silent, frantic hand motions behind Nakuru's back as she conjured something in the air would've been nice. Most of all Syaoran would've appreciated a big neon sign pointing out Nakuru was hazardous, a big danger, and completely detrimental to one's life.
There was no such sign.
So it was two minutes and some odd seconds later when instead of conjuring more tea, Nakuru conjured a small explosion which blew up their faces.
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IV. Bad Business?
Eriol was having second thoughts. Eriol having second thoughts wasn't so unusual really. He was the type to think things through. Very thoroughly in fact. Just like that new tea set. And that bottle of lavender shampoo he really wanted.
Eriol usually had second thoughts.
But this time Eriol was having third thoughts. And fourth thoughts. And fifth thoughts. And—you get the idea.
The dumbfounded look on Syaoran's face and the look of utter horror and sheepishness on Nakuru stared back at him.
He plucked off his glasses, and cleaned the soot and dirt off from the explosion using an unaffected napkin by a near table.
Very calmly, he informed Nakuru, "Maybe we should cut back on dessert."
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V. Over The Rainbow
For the second time that day, Nakuru burst into tears. Not because Eriol informed her she wouldn't be getting dessert (although that was a cry-worthy cause), but because she was a complete, and utter failure.
When Syaoran pulled her gently into a seat and silently pushed a cup of hot jasmine tea it was then she realized, it was then she realized that he had very pretty hair. Oh, that and he was such a nice, nice boy. The nicest in fact, she informed him after gulping down the tea.
When Eriol patted her comfortingly in the back and told her that, "Don't worry you still get bottomless tea," she had the strangest urge to giggle.
(A few seconds later she tried to get that dessert bargain back, but that's another story.)
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To be continued...?
