Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BOTH GAKUEN ALICE AND YUMEIRO PATISSIERE. THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS. ONLY THE PLOT IS MINE.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first CROSSOVER fic so I hope it will turn out good. Notice the pairing on the summary? Only Natsume, Mikan and Kashino were mentioned...Where is Ichigo? Better read the story till the end okay? This fic will focus mostly on MIKAN'S POV.

Mikan and the gang- 18 years old

Kashino and the gang- 19 years old

"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed"

- Carl Jung

"Morceau de gateau"

I was standing alone in front of this infamous sweets restaurant located at the heart of Tokyo. I once heard from my friend Permy that this diner is filled with sumptuous, delectable, one of a kind dessert that will make you forget all of your problems, well not necessarily forget them for a lifetime though. She also mentioned that three handsome young patissieres are the ones who are personally managing the restaurant, but I am not after them...I just want to take a break from all of my problems.

What are my problems anyway?

An 18 year old high school student like me will never run out of problems. Seriously, is there something wrong with me? I mean, I know I can be stubborn at times but that doesn't mean that my Math teacher- that freaky Jin-Jin should always punish me and give me detentions and tons of assignments that were needed to be accomplished as soon as possible. Is he out of is mind? Of all the teachers in the academy, he is probably the one who knows very well that I am not a freaky genius like my best friend Hotaru and yet he still gives me loads of work. How cruel can this be? To the one who invented Math, thanks for screwing me up. Big time.

Another problem of mine is how to deal with Natsume and his wide array of deranged fan girls. I really don't want to involve myself in this dilemma but I guess, I cannot escape from this, given that I am Natsume's partner ever since our elementary days. I've always wanted to change partners but Narumi-sensei doesn't even heed to my plea. Yeah, I know it's been more than five years since we became partners but as days pass by, the number of his fan girls seems to increase and every time I am with that jerk, they are always giving me death glares. If only looks could kill, I am now lifeless...They are so irritating and they are getting on my nerves...Oh, I deserve to have a break!

And I guess, that break would be today.

I entered this sophisticated restaurant and as soon as my foot stepped on the marble floors, my mouth almost formed an 'O'. The interior looks so classy, oh, I guess calling it classy would be an understatement, and rather it felt like I entered a five star restaurant. I'll try not to exaggerate but I can't help it. This place is heaven!

I quickly scanned the area, looking for an empty table. The restaurant was filled with people of high status in the social world. As soon as my hazel orbs spotted a table at the far end of the room, I quickly walk towards it, avoiding the stare of the socialites who stopped devouring their food just to, I guess criticize my looks?

Unlike most of the customers who are wearing signature brand clothes, I came wearing the most comfortable outfit I can wear in this warm weather. I am on my skinny jeans, a loose t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Sound casual right? But the hell I care, this is not a fashion show, for goodness sake! What the hell is wrong with their scrutinizing looks? Oh, well never mind about that.

I slowly walked towards the empty table at the far end of the room. I pulled out the chair and waited patiently for a waiter to attend to my order. I looked on my watch, 4:30 pm it says.

Minutes passed and soon enough, a young man approached me. It seems that he is not one of the waiters in the restaurant since his uniform is way too elegant compared to the others. In one look, it seems that he is the head of the restaurant or whatever. The color of his hair is quite peculiar to me. I mean, not all men would have their hair dyed green right? But who am I to judge? Maybe his hair color is natural. It reminds me of Permy and her emerald colored hair but only in a much darker shade.

"It seems you are in the middle of your daydream, milady" he said.

I startled at his voice, rapidly bringing me back to the reality. I blinked my eyes a few times and I can feel my cheeks heating up, not because I am blushing but rather, I was a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm sorry" were the only words that came out of my mouth.

"It seems that this is your first time here, milady..." he commented.

I nodded in agreement.

And then, without warning he pulled out the empty chair across mine and sits down. He placed his chin on the back of his hands while his elbows were resting on the table. He smiled at me, not the mocking type of smile but it was a genuine one. How lovely.

"Aren't you a waiter here? Why are you joining a customer like me? I guess it is not what waiters do to their customers." I said.

He leaned back on the chair and smiled back at me "I'm sorry for my rudeness milady. And I apologize for giving you a wrong impression about me. I am not a waiter here. I am Satsuki Hanabusa, one of the chief patissiere and co-owner of Morceau de gateau."

For the second time, my eyes blinked almost uncontrollably "You mean, you are one of the owners of this restaurant?"

He nodded.

"Actually, I together with my two best friends owned this place. And, I may say this is the first time that I had a conversation like this to a customer. Usually, I never make contacts with the clients since I am always at the back, working in the kitchen." He stated.

"Then why are you having a conversation with me?" I asked then my gaze landed on the clothes that I am currently wearing "Is it because of the way I dress? I mean, am I violating a dress code or something? If I am, then I am sorry."

That Hanabusa guy shook his head "Oh no... We don't have a dress code here. Every one is welcome to eat and savor the exquisite taste of our finest sweets here."

"Then, why are you talking to a customer like me?" I asked again.

"Because...you remind me of someone that I used to know." He replied back.

I was astounded "Someone you used to know? I don't get it mister."

"I hate it when people call me with such formalities, just call me by my name, either my first or last I won't mind at all. So, since I started the introductions, I guess it is your time to tell me what your name is, milady" he grinned.

"I'm Mikan..." I said "Mikan Sakura"

His eyes sparkled with interest "Very well, Mikan-chan would you like to taste one of our bestsellers?"

Did he just call me Mikan-chan? Jeez, what kind of guy is this Hanabusa? Are we even close enough to call me that?!

"What bestseller do you have? I hope it is chocolate flavored 'coz I am in the mood to eat chocolates." I snickered.

Hanabusa smiled, I guess it was the widest smile he emitted so far.

"Very well" he said and stood up from his seat "I will go now and prepare your order. Oh, the one who will bring your order is not me 'coz chocolates aren't my line of expertise. The one who will serve your order is my best friend, the other co-owner of this diner. A renowned patissiere like me and he is a professional chocolatier. You will meet him soon. Enjoy your day!" and with that, he left the table.

I smell something fishy...well, not literally.

It seems that something big will happen later...

Fifteen minutes passed...

I was busy playing Carrot Fantasy on my iPad that I didn't even notice the sound of the footsteps that is going towards me. Not until he cleared his throat, I can sense an aura of annoyance around me...I have no choice but to pause my game and look towards the person.

As soon as my eyes met another set of hazel colored orbs, my mouth formed a small 'o'

He is one handsome lad.

His reaction was different though...From the looks of it, it seems as if he had seen a ghost or something because his eyes went wide with surprise or rather shock.

"What is it?" I asked, to break the tension between me and the guy.

He quickly composed himself and placed a tray on the table. "If I am correct, Hanabusa said that you wanted to try our bestseller, so here..." and he gently lifted the cover of the tray "this is my version of Sachertorte..."

I took the plate and carefully looked on the beautiful cake in front of me. I mentally drooled over this dessert.

"Are you the one who's Hanabusa is referring to? The professional chocolatier?" I inquired

He replied with a nod. "By the way, I'm Makoto Kashino"

I smiled at him and replied back "I'm Mikan. Mikan Sakura"

I swear I could sense that he froze on his spot the moment I mentioned my name "Is there anything wrong?"

"Y-y-your...name..." he stuttered.

What the hell is wrong with my name?!

"I don't get it. Is there something wrong with my name? My mom and dad love tangerines that is why they named me Mikan."

I saw his lips formed a thin line.

"What's with that look?" I asked. "Don't tell me it has something to do with my name?"

He simply shook his head in disagreement "Oh, sorry about that, I'm just thinking about other things. So, why don't you try my Sachertorte uhmmm..." it seems that he is quite reluctant to call my name.

"You can call me Mikan if you want." I said.

"Okay...Mikan" he said

I took the utensils on my side and slowly sliced the cake. Hmmm...It is soft and moist, I wonder how will it taste? To answer my question, I shove the piece of cake inside my mouth.

To say that it is delicious is an understatement.

"This is the best chocolate cake I tasted so far!" I couldn't help myself not to squeal because I think Permy is right. Eating in this place can make me forget my problems even for a while.

I am slowly devouring my cake when I noticed that he is still standing there in front of me. I raised my head and look at him with confusion "uhmm...Kashino-san, why are you still standing there?"

"Don't mind me. I'm glad that you enjoyed my Sachertorte. I'll take my leave now. Excuse me" and with that, he disappeared from my field of vision.

Seriously, what's wrong with that guy?

Chapter 1 ends here!

To those who are wondering what is Morceau de gateau, it is a French word for 'piece of cake' and I found this name over the internet.

Please drop me some reviews about this. This is my very first crossover fanfic and I am hoping that it will turn out good

~Natsumi Yuki-Hime