A/N: Heya! Haha, this is a story which consists of a series of one shot with my OC, Mikan~ oh, and my one shots may have some Bleach references in it… I'm too lazy to make up names xD Oh well~ thanks for reading!

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It was a bright and sunny day at Ukiyoe town. A certain black-haired young girl was walking down the concrete path towards her home, humming to her favourite song with a pokerface on. It was peaceful days like this that made her happy, since the other days were always filled with annoying people, Kiyotsugu to be exact, and also mostly other people. The only person in her class that she was not annoyed of was Keikain Yura. That girl's personality was what made Mikan like her. Yura doesn't speak if she wasn't spoken to, so she doesn't say unnecessary things, which most of the people do these days. It's actually noisy people that she hates, since Mikan likes quiet surroundings, and tranquillity.

While Mikan was busy musing about the annoyingness of other people, an onmyouji was trying her best to exorcise a stubborn youkai which appeared on the streets when she was having a random jog. Eventually, she managed to defeat the youkai, but in the process, she fell and twisted her ankle. It wasn't painful, but she still lay motionless on the ground anyway.

Mikan's hair was swishing left and right, following the bounce in her steps. She was still so happy for being able to have a nice walk during a peaceful day which was very rare for her, since every day was always filled with trouble. Sighing contentedly, she walked while gazing at the clouds, still humming with a pokerface, until she felt like she stepped on something.

Looking down, her grey orbs met dark brown ones. Those eyes were familiar to her. She had seen them almost every day in class, and during lunch.

"…Keikain-san?"

The two girls had a silent staring contest then.

"…Why are you lying on the street?" Yura took a little bit of time to answer her.

"I twisted my ankle while exorcising a youkai…" She said with uncertainty, obviously not wanting to tell Mikan the (kinda) embarrassing truth. But Mikan honestly couldn't care less. An injured person was in front of her, so of course she had to help.

"Here, let me carry you."

"E-Eh? To where?" Yura exclaimed, snapping her head towards the grey-eyed girl.

"To my house, of course. My dad's a doctor, he can help you." Mikan stated while raising her eyebrows.

"But I don't have any money with me…" Yura protested. Mikan sighed.

"Its fine, you're… a… uh, friend, after all."

Mikan felt weird admitting that Yura was her friend. In her entire life, she really never had any friend… except for him, but he sort of… left her after he met Kana.

Not really left her, but they just became not so close anymore.

Anyway, Yura finally agreed, and so, Mikan was carrying Yura on her back. She carefully avoided contact with her friend's injured ankle. Carrying someone wasn't so hard for her, since she was used to carrying her younger sister who was just as light as Yura.

"Really, Keikain-san," Mikan said, "you need to eat more."

"Ah… I don't bother; I don't have that much money in my pocket anyway."

And with that, Mikan carried Yura to her house in silence.

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"I'm home…" Mikan muttered when her younger sister opened the door. "Thanks, Yuzu."

Yuzu, Mikan's younger sister beamed when she saw Yura. "Onee-chan! You brought a friend! Dad! Dad!" She then ran quickly into the kitchen. Yura and Mikan stared at the young girl before sighing. Mikan set down her injured friend carefully.

"Well then, Keikain-san, please wait here." Yura nodded obediently while scanning her friend's living room. It felt homey, unlike the place she was living in. Just then, a clash of pots and pans were heard in the kitchen, followed by a manly scream.

'I don't even wanna know…'

A black haired man in his late 30s emerged from the kitchen. He had a bruise on his head, but was smiling cheerfully nonetheless. Mikan was behind that man, and Yura quickly concluded that the man was her father.

"Heya Keikain-san, I'm Kuroyuri Zaraki, nice to meet you! So Mikan told me you're injured, so lemme take a look at it!" He said while walking towards Yura, and then he proceeded to take her injured ankle before examining it.

"Hmm, doesn't look so bad… you'll get better in no time!" He finished with a triumphant smile.

While Zaraki was patching up Yura, Mikan was helping her sister in the kitchen. She was actually planning to invite Yura for dinner. So, she tried to whip up the best dessert she could make. She was, after all, the best baker in the family. While baking, she'd peek at Yura and her father once in a while.

Needless to say, she was worried.

She was worried that Yura would get freaked out of something somehow, and decides to never talk to her again.

'What the hell am I thinking about?' Mikan thought while slapping herself mentally.

Her father finished patching up Yura right after she finished baking. Perfect. Now, to ask Yura to join her for dinner.

"Hey, Keikain-san." Mikan called out, wiping her hands on her apron.

"Yes, Kuroyuri-san?" Yura replied, not taking her eyes off the bandage on her ankle.

"Would you like to stay over for dinner?"

That question seemed to shock the onmyouji a little bit. "D-Dinner?" She exclaimed. "But you've helped me with my ank-"

"No, it's fine. You said you don't have any money with you anyway, and since you live alone, how're you gonna cook with that injured leg?" Mikan pointed out. Yura felt defeated, but happy at the same time.

"Well… I guess its fine then… thank you!"

This time, Mikan smiled genuinely at her. "No problem. I'll send you back home afterwards."

(~o.o)~

It was the best dinner Yura had so far after she moved to Ukiyoe town. Mikan's sister's cooking was absolutely delicious. She wanted more, and she didn't hesitate to ask. But the best part of the dinner was actually the dessert. Whoever made the apple pie was a genius. She had never eaten something that delicious before! She gathered some courage to ask about the scrumptious apple pie.

"Kuroyuri-san, where did you buy the apple pie?" Yura just had to ask. Mikan seemed to be startled by that question. She scratched her head awkwardly.

"I… uh… made it." She admitted quite shyly, but of course, with a pokerface.

Imagine Yura's surprise. "What? Really? Wow, you're awesome! I love it so much, it was so delicious!" Yura said happily. Mikan blushed and looked away.

"W-Well, of course it's delicious, I made it after all! Hmph!"

Yura realized that they were in front of her apartment. She smiled at Mikan, who was still blushing while looking sideways.

"Mikan-chan," Yura said, earning a surprised glance from Mikan, "please call me Yura from now on."

The request actually sort of… blew Mikan away. She was very happy, and had never felt this way before… actually she had, but it was a long time ago. It was the feeling when you make a new friend. With a slight blush on her face, she too, smiled.

"Alright, Yura-chan."

She had made a new friend.

(~o.o~)

A/N: Aaaah! So there ya go! The first chapter~ haha xD I'm sorry if there are grammatical errors, or punctuations or whatever, please state them in the review! I'd like to improve myself~ I'll make more one shots about Mikan with other characters.. and who knows, maybe it'll actually be a story… well thanks for reading!