Hi!!! It's Alex again. Thanks to a few reviews I've decided to go with the second story and the first story in my extra "chapter". I saw that at first, people told me to write The Prince and I, but then late on, people told me It's Impossible To Love Family. I'm too lazy to count exactly how many people told me to write which, so I'm just going with this one. Maybe after about five chapters I'll begin another. Anyway, thanks for reviewing on Defend me, Love Me, Don't Leave Me.
The stories a bit sad in the beginning... But please stick with it! And no, I'm not goth. I just think that a story is better with tragety. Ehehehe. I spelt tragety wrong didn't I... oh well, enjoy!
"Mommy, mommy guess what happened to me today!" a little girl yelled.
A woman in her twenties smiled at the doorway. She bent down to the little girl's height and played with her pigtails. "What happened today?"
The girl smiled and held out five fingers. "I had five cookies today because my friends brought their own!"
The woman laughed at the girl and hugged her. "See Mikan, good things happen to people who need it."
"OJI-SAN, WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME?!" A brunette girl ran through the hall with her backpack trailing behind, her hair currently being fixed into pigtails, her shirt half buttoned and her silver necklace flying in the wind.
A man poked his head in the hall to see his niece running towards him. He smiled and said, "Mikan watch out for the—"
Ah, but it was too late. Mikan slipped on a small rug and flew past her uncle into the wall. Mikan slowly got up, rubbing her head. "What a way to start the morning off."
A woman laughed and fixed Mikan's hair, and gathered her books and then shoved a piece of bread in her mouth. "There, now don't be late Mikan."
Mikan got up and saluted to her uncle and aunt. She swallowed the bread and ran to the door. "See ya guys later!"
Okay, confusing? Yes, it was. No? I thought it was pretty easy to understand… Yeah… so here's the explanation.
Hi, the name's Mikan, Sakura Mikan. I'm sixteen, have a driver's permit, birthday is January 1st, go to school at some place called Hiyagi as a senior so to some it all up, I'm a normal girl, right? Wrong.
I live in a cheap apartment that my aunt and uncle can't even afford. They work 2 or 3 jobs, depending if they get fired and I can't do anything to help. They would always tell me, "A girl your age shouldn't be stressing herself with too much" or "We can handle it, you just have fun." But I really would like to help them. Why I live with them in the first place?
My parents both died when I was five. They were well off. My father was a high school teacher, my mother was his student. They fell in love, mom left school, had a child and lived together to raise that child at the age of 23 and 16. Everything was perfectly fine, the three of us were happy. But then again, happiness can be taken away.
The two of them died in a car accident on the way to my pre-school. Some jerk ran a red light and BAM, no more mom and dad. Sad huh? Does it make you want to cry? Well, you don't have to admit it but I will. When I heard the news, I cried myself to sleep, I cried when I was sleeping, I cried when I woke up, I cried when I ate. Who wouldn't?
It took some time to get me out of our old house but I did eventually. My only relatives were my mother's brother. I now live with them in that little apartment I mentioned before. It's really not clean at all when you open a room and the lights always turn off at night. The rooms are all crowded with boxes and trash that is always "going to" be cleaned, but where to put it?
My school is three miles away and I walk it all. No bus, car or bike because it's too much money but somehow I make it on time. I come home to an empty house everyday and eat alone. My aunt and uncle come home at midnight looking all tired and crap.
As bad as it seems, we're happy. We manage to smile, laugh and have a good time. There's no problem with being happy now is there? As long as we're a family, there's nothing wrong at all because we love each other. But still, I'll mention this again. Happiness can be taken away.
Mikan ran up the steps to her apartment and searched her bag for the key. She smiled as her hands touched a cool metal. Mikan gently put the key into the key hole of the door but noticed that the door was already unlocked. Mikan removed her key and put it back in her bag. She opened the door as silently as she could, getting ready for a burglar to attack her but it never came.
The brunette widened her eyes to see no burglar, but her aunt and uncle. They sat at the round table. My aunt was stroking my uncle's arm as he rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. Mikan stepped in trying to smile. He must've gotten fired again, she thought.
Her aunt noticed Mikan and motioned her to sit down across from them so Mikan sat.
"What brings you two homes so early?" Mikan asked with her smile.
Mikan's aunt tried to smile back but it was obvious she wanted to cry. "I'm going to miss that smile of yours."
Her uncle nodded and looked at Mikan. "Just like her mother."
Mikan cocked her head. "What do you mean? Why would you miss my smile?" Mikan looked from uncle to aunt, searching for an answer. "Is there something you guys aren't telling me?"
Mikan's aunt stood up and walked over to the kitchen. "I'll make something for you to eat."
Mikan shook her head. "Its okay, come back and sit down. I'm really not hungry."
Her aunt looked as if the kitchen was shelter but came back to the table.
Mikan's uncle smiled at Mikan and sighed. "Mikan… Do you know who the King is?"
Mikan thought about it. "Yes, I do. But I haven't seen any of the Royal Families faces before." (Hence, no television.)
"Well, you will know them soon enough."
Mikan raised her eyebrows. "Pardon me?"
Her aunt sniffed. "Mikan, darling, you're being taken away from us. Child care thinks that we don't have a right to keep you. I don't blame them really, I mean, look at our house, so messy; the way you're getting to school, terrible; how we manage money—"
Mikan slammed her hands to the table. "That's not right! Nothing's wrong with the way we live. This house can be cleaned, I receive exercise on my way to school and if I get a job of my own—"
"We want you to be happy, and we're not in the position to disobey those people." Mikan's uncle slumped down. "But I… I'll miss you."
Mikan bit her lip. "Then don't send me away."
Mikan's aunt ran to Mikan and hugged her tight. "There's no other way, Mikan."
The brunette felt her aunt's tears dripping on her back and hugged her aunt back. Mikan wanted to cry, but nothing came out. Her tears were all gone when she lost her other family. Mikan buried her head in her aunt's shoulder and shut her eyes tight.
Mikan's uncle walked to the two and embraced them. "Mikan, I'll help you pack."
Mikan sat there, lifeless, rubbing the silver locket on her necklace. She opened it revealing a picture of her mother and father in each other's arms. She received her father's eyes, his hair, her mother's features, and her smile, and her father's boyish love for sports.
"Good things happen to those who are in need…" Mikan said. It was the saying her mother said whenever something good happened. But Mikan was in need now, why hadn't anything good happen to her?
Mikan was going to leave tomorrow for the King's castle. She would be living with them, living a carefree life, as her aunt and uncle would be getting well paid jobs. It was a nice way of displaying the Royal Family's care for the citizens. Advertising would be a better way of saying it.
Mikan sat on her bed silently. The lights went out right as she decided to read a book. Good things happen? Oh really… Mikan sighed and moved under the covers. She looked outside to the window and whimpered a dry sob, no tears were found. Mikan eventually fell asleep late at night.
When she woke, she heard voices outside. Mikan quickly made a dash to the bathroom and took a cold shower, and ran back to her room to change. She put on a white sundress that reached to her knees and put a black zipper up sweater the reached a little below the chest and white heels. It was one of the nice things she got on her birthday. Mikan walked over to her suitcase, which had all her clothes, which wasn't a lot. Mikan rolled it out to the living room/dining room.
Standing next to the door were two tall men wearing all black, with black sunglasses and earphones with a cord that disappeared into one of their pockets. In between them, stood a slightly shorter man wearing a red suit and black shoes. He had brown eyes and black, neat hair.
Mikan saw that her relatives were talking with the men. She walked up to them and bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."
The man smiled and patted Mikan on the shoulder. "You have a wonderful child here. Not many have manners these days. Who taught you to speak so politely?"
Mikan looked down and thought, Dad. "I picked it up from my family." Mikan smiled and looked at him.
"I won't have a problem with you staying over my home." The man nodded and looked at Mikan's relatives. "We'll be leaving now."
Mikan looked away as the man smiled at her once more. She walked over to her aunt and uncle for final hugs and kisses. "I love you both."
"We love you too, Mikan."
While Mikan walked with the men into a long, black limo, she looked at her aunt and uncle. They were waving and crying as they smiled. Mikan sighed and got in the car. "Goodbye…"