Hi! I finally have the time to revise the first chapter since its all crappy and all. Lol

This is my first fanfic that I wrote by myself so please be gentle ^^

I guess that's it! I hope you guys will enjoy it!

~missy115

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It was a dark cold night when Mikan Sakura found herself running away from two people after her. She didn't felt anything. She's neither scared nor angry. She's confused.

But she trusted the person holding her hand, telling her never let go. "Mikan! Don't look back! No matter happens, don't you ever look back!" a pink-haired girl instructed little Sakura. "Oh no" she murmured. "What happened, Misaki-chan?" little Sakura asked. "Were stuck..." was all she could say.

The two men is getting nearer and nearer to them. "ahw, come on now princess. Don't be scared" the man said as he tried to reach for Sakura.

"Don't touch her!" Misaki hissed as she grabs the wrist of the man and twisted it.

"Get this bitch of me!" the man said to his comrade, crying in pain.

The other man grabs the arms of Misaki and threw her on the wall. Then he walked to where Sakura is. "Come little child..." he said as he reached for her with a dagger in her hand. " It won't hurt a bit. . ."

-CRASH-

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"NNNNNNNNNOOO!!"

"Mikan! Are you alright?" the familiar Pink-haired girl asked. "hmm-hmm.." Sakura muttered. Misaki looked at her with a concerned face for a minute then continued cooking.

Mikan sits up and asked "What are you cooking?"

"This?" Misaki said not bothering to look at the brunette

"Yeah, it smells so delicious! Are we celebrating anything today?" She asked with those sparkles in her eyes. There's nothing like a party that could make Mikan be very happy.

"No. No birthday today." Misaki answered as she tasted the food with the used of a tasting saucer (I don't what it's called, lol)

"Oh." She said with a trace of sadness in her voice. "Then what is it for?"

"The Catering restaurant I am in will sponsor a 1-week camp for an elite school. So as a cook I am told to make a new menu."

"Oh! That's a wonderful chance!" Mikan said with obvious happiness in her voice.

When Misaki heard her she suddenly become nervous. With a million questions in her head like 'How did you know' and stuff like that she can only manage to say. .

"What do you mean, Mikan?"

Mikan is confused. Misaki is a type of girl who understands quickly. She's very smart, like her best friend and that is why she idolizes her. But how come she acts like she completely don't understand. Nothing. Not even a single idea. This made Mikan feel…happy. Happy because, at least for once she saw her confused. This made Mikan laugh a bit.

"What are you laughing at?" a voice interrupted her sweet, sweet thinking. 'tsk. Kill joy' Mikan thought.

"Because Misaki-chan, this could be the moment you're waiting for!" Mikan said with a smile plastered on her face.

Bathump. 'Damn, I never thought that Mikan could be this smart' Misaki thought then forced herself to say "I still don't get it". Though it may anger her little to say this, especially with the tone Mikan now uses, She still asked.

"Sheesh, Misaki-chan you still don't ge-"

"Say it!" Misaki shouted. 'uh-oh, wrong move' Misaki thought to herself. Then she heard someone sniffed. Too late.

Mikan is now forcing herself not to cry as she said "This might be the moment you could

show your manager that you are very capable of cooking delicious food. ."

"That's it?" Misaki asked in disbelief. 'whew' she thought. Then it hit her. Mikan is now ready to cry. She walked towards Mikan and comforted her. Seeing that it didn't worked

she stood up, went to the kitchen, grab some of the food she prepared and shoved it to

Mikans mouth. Mikan don't have enough time to decline so she don't have any other choice but to take it in. 'I will kill you after this Misaki-chan!' Mikan thought.

The brunette was silent for a while, then she began to chew it and suddenly

"WHOAH! MISAKI-CHAN!! I NEVER THOUGHT IT WILL BE SO YUMMY!" no trace of hatred or sadness can be found in her voice. She is now floating in her own world saying how proud she is to Misaki. 'She forgot that she's mad at me…' Misaki said to herself. 'How dense, she is so the Mikan that I raised' She thought again

"Misaki-chan. . .what does it called?" Mikan asked as she continued pigging out.

"It's called 'Orange Carnaroli'"

"What's with the orange ane?!"

Misaki sighed and shrug. 'Does she even realize that Mikan is a Japanese name for an orange' Misaki thought as she headed towards the kitchen.

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Alright! Reviews please! Trust me, it will really help ^^

~missy115