"The One Who is Numbered Infinitely"

By: Anjellove

Prologue:

It was September 9, Saturday, about 1500 o' clock in north-eastern part of Kyoto.

I went inside my dad's mini office in the first floor of our two-storey traditional Japanese house.

Mom was sitting beside my dad, both wearing traditional yukatas, and I? Oh, I'm pretty contented with just a long-sleeved gray sweatshirt and blue two and a half inch above the knees summer skirt.

*Clearing throat*

So as I was saying…

"You have something to say sweetheart?" I heard mom asked.

I nodded my head and looked up at the two adults in front of me. "I want to go back to school." I said, finally dropping the bomb.

Dad stopped his paper works, leaving them aside as he spoke, "Then, that's great!" he says with a smile on.

"Hmm…at least you have something to do with the rest of your time." Mom agreed.

"So, have you thought of any good school you want?" Mom asked again, folding her hands with each other on tip of the traditional Japanese table.

"Yeah, I saw a good one." I answered truthfully.

"What is it?"

"Alice Academy."

And bam!

All of a sudden silence engulfed us. As if the room grew tentacles and big mouths with enormous shark teeth glued to it and are starting to eat us off.

"Fukuzawa you!" Dad shouted out of the blue.

I rolled my eyes. "Dipshiitake to you too Dad." I retorted. Seriously, they are exaggerating.

"Will you two stop saying those butt-head camouflaged words?!" Mom interrupted.

I laughed. "That's a pretty comforting phrase mom, but I'm terribly pleased with the use of your oxymoron.

She rolls her eyes at me. "I'm going to tape your live if you don't stop talking now Mikan."

I sighed. "Surrendering~" I drawled out, making a zipping motion to my mouth.

Mom breathes in. I could see from the corner of my eyes how dad intertwines his hand with mom as if trying to calm her. "Why of all, Alice Academy?" she asks.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I just want to try it out."

"Try it out? Mikan, just when did you lose your brain cells?"

"Mom, I'm sure of this!" I argued convincingly.

Mom looks at dad with a worried expression and dad smiles at her, squeezing her hand.

"But sweetheart, it's not a school she belongs too." Mom tells dad. Dad squeezes her hand again and says, "Let her. She has to do this. Make sense of non-sense things and learn." Dad explains.

"But honey…"

"I think Mikan knows what she's doing." Dad tells her reassuringly. In a way, I don't know how but even with dad's slightly cracked-up brain, he sees things in a different angle. His unreasonable reasons make sense more than anyone else and that makes him logically good at looking through situations like this.

Mom sighs for the nth time. "Fine."

It made me smile.

"But!" Mom quickly interrupts before I could even say my thanks to them. "Remember sweetheart, if it ever grows hard on you, you can always come home to us." She says.

"Incredible thanks." I exclaimed as I gave them both a peck on their cheeks. "And mom?"

"Yes?"

I smiled at her. "My heart isn't sweet."

P.S. I received a horrible flick on my forehead.

P.P.S. It's still throbbing!

Time ended: 45 minutes past 1700 o' clock