Prompt Number Five: Business As Usual
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I. Serendipity
"You broke a table, two chairs, four plates, a pitcher, two cups, a table runner, some curtains, and I think you broke Syaoran's head when you tried to make the bunny disappear."
"She didn't break my head," Syaoran intoned dryly. He held a cold compress against the bump in his head, when Nakuru tried to get rid of the fluffy animals she conjured by mistake. Instead of making them disappear, Syaoran suddenly found the curtain rod falling on his head.
"You're right," Eriol mused out loud, "you're head was broken to begin with so it doesn't really matter."
Ignoring the comment, Syaoran directed his gaze at a teary-eyed Nakuru.
Noticing his gaze, the fairy godmother-in-training mouthed a 'sorry' to him. Syaoran simply gave her a half-shrug and a small smile.
Eriol was in his own little world, fiddling with the abacus, and occasionally pausing to write down something in his notepad.
They were an odd picture sitting together in a circle surrounded by furniture legs, and burnt cloth.
The silence, Syaoran thought, was almost comforting.
After some rather violent scribbles, Eriol looked up from his calculations and cleared his throat.
"Aah, Nakuru-chan, it seems to me, that you owe us quite a sizeable sum."
And that was how Nakuru ended up with a pink, frilly apron, serving afternoon tea.
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II. Comparing Notes
"How do you find the cream puffs, sir? Are they to your liking? Would you like some more tea?"
"I... erm..."
Eriol beamed as he took in the scene: Nakuru smiling obliviously and a love-struck costumer rendered speechless.
If the fairy godmother thing didn't work out for Nakuru, Eriol would be more than happy to offer her a job in their café.
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III. Favorite Things
It wasn't a very well-known fact but Syaoran loved doing chores. He found them oddly relaxing and there was something rather rewarding about keeping things neat and orderly.
More intriguing, however, than his affinity for cleanliness, was his proficiency at singing and music in general.
Eriol and Nakuru shared a mischievous smile. They were both crouched by the door leading to the kitchen. They're favorite part of the day was when the restaurant was empty and Syaoran was washing dishes humming about nightingales and mid-summer evenings.
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IV. Origins
"Eriol-kun, I've never asked, but I've always wanted to know."
"?" Eriol looked up from balancing accounts.
"Why is the restaurant called Cat's Eye?"
Eriol grinned at Nakuru.
"You'll know when you meet the owner. He'll be back from a business trip tomorrow."
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V. Homecoming
"KITTY!" Nakuru attached herself to the winged, black feline at the door step.
Syaoran frowned. "You didn't tell her did you?"
Eriol grinned. "I was waiting for them to be introduced."
And this is how, Spinel Sun, almighty owner of Cat's Eye, was welcomed into his establishment by a frowning busboy, a grinning cashier, and a squealing fairy godmother-cum-waitress who wouldn't stop petting his head.
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To be continued...?
