"Geez Daidouji-San, is this really necessary?" Melin sweat-dropped as Tomoyo brought out not just one, but two video cameras.

"Well, I brought along this extra camera as I had a feeling that you'll want to take some footage as well." Tomoyo replied. "It's completely optional."

"Thanks Daidouji-San but I think I'll leave the recording to you." Melin replied, trying not to facepalm when her cousin lost his balance once more.

"How long do you think it'll take for him to get it?" She questioned Tomoyo.

"I don't know." The reply came. "But what I do know is that this is marvelous footage. Sakura-Chan looks soooo adorable trying to teach him rollerblading!"

"What about we make a bet?" Melin suggested.

"How much?"

"Well... we don't have to bet on money, it's just for fun after all."

"Ok. I bet that it'll take him an hour." Tomoyo placed her bet.

"I bet it'll take him a day..." Melin replied, crossing her arms.

"Nah, I'm sure it'll take the kid weeks." An unknown voice called out.

"Kero-Chan?" Tomoyo looked up to see him sitting in the tree they were under.

"What are you doing here?" Melin added in.

"Just watching Sakura teach the hopeless kid." Kero-Chan answered, flying down to where the two girls were hiding.

"I see..." Melin replied, a crash causing all three stalkers to peep out of the bush.

"It looks like the kid fell over again." Kero-Chan spoke the words on their minds, causing Melin and Tomoyo to nod as the three of them withdrew their heads into the bushes.
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"That's... that's Tomoyo-Chan's video camera..." a voice spoke, causing chaos to break out in the little bush.

"I'm just going to leave..." Kero-Chan announced, leaving before Sakura could notice his presence.

"Now what?" Melin questioned no one in particular, Tomoyo shrugging Her shoulders.
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Two hours later

"Melin, what's this?" Syaoran questioned, trying to remain calm as he pointed at Tomoyo's big screen TV. Meanwhile, Sakura was already screaming in alarm.

"To...Tomoyo-Chan..." Sakura sweat-dropped. "You took all this earlier, didn't you?"

"Of course!" Her friend replied. "You're just the cutest Sakura-Chan! Especially when you and Syaoran are together! Speaking of which, I should start designing your wedding clothes! Yep! Totally!"

"Our... wedding attire?" Syaoran and Sakura echoed Tomoyo's speech.

"Now now Daidouji-San, let's wait till they're older, shall we? If you make the clothes now, they'll grow out of it by the time they're old enough to marry." Melin suggested.

"Good idea." Tomoyo answered. "But I could start designing early! Then when the time comes, they'll have a whole selection of designs to choose from!"

Melin nodded in agreement. "Good idea Daidouji-San."

Meanwhile, Syaoran and Sakura were blushing silently while watching their earlier date on Tomoyo's television.

"You know... I think I better get going..." Syaoran stood up, walking out of the room.

"Bring Kinomoto-San with you! I'm sure she would be more than happy to treat you to another dinner!" Melin pipped up, causing the two love birds to blush once more. "Besides, I'll be at Daidouji-San's for a while. We do have a lot to discuss after all."

"Sure... I...I'll treat you to dinner..." Sakura agreed, standing up and following after Syaoran.

"No need... my treat..." he answered, looking down as the two of them walked out. "I know of a good place. Besides, you've treated me already."

Tomoyo and Melin listened on as the couple walked out, continuing their conversation when they were out of range.

"Well, it looks like none of us won the bet." Melin remarked, thinking about the bet from earlier.

"True, But I guess it's better that way."

"Do you want to stalk them over dinner?" Melin suggested.

"Of course!" Tomoyo replied. "Do you know where they're going?"

Melin nodded. "I have a feeling I do..." she winked at Tomoyo. "Now, we have some packing to do, don't we?"

Tomoyo nodded, the two of them starting to pack the stuff they would use in their next stalking session.
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Welp. This is short... again.

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Hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless.