So here's my chapter 2!
Kashino: shut up! why did you change my name to Natsume? *angry*
Ichigo: Kashino-kun, calm down, Mousie-chan must have her own reason to change some of the characters' names right?
Mousie: of course! *laughing nervously*
*Mousie: I changed all of your names back Happy?
*Kashino: Finally!
Caramel: unno, who's going to do the disclaimer, desu?
Mousie: i will!
Kashino: Mousie doesn't own Yumeiro Patissiere or anything related to it.
Mousie: KA-SHI-NO! i was suppose to do that!*glaring angrily at Kashino*
*Kashino ran away*
Chapter Two: ~Ichigo-san Moves Out~
So, an hour later, I was in my spacious room, getting ready for dinner. I was wondering what I had done wrong this time. Even if Imai-san told me that may parents only want to eat dinner with, I doubt that my parents would have nothing important to talk to me about. It's going to be my parents and me at the dinner table. Aya couldn't be there because she was at her friend's house studying.
"Amano-sama!" Imai-san knocked loudly on my door, "your parents are waiting!"
"I'm ready," I told her as I opened the door.
As Imai-san led me into the brightly lighted dinning room, I prepared myself for the harsh scolding I was sure I'm going to receive. But, instead of angry faces, my parents were smiling and beaming at me.
"Ichigo-san, don't just stand there, sit down," my mother said.
"Dinner…is served!" our head chief announced as I sat down on the brown Western style dinning chair. We ate our dinner quietly. There were no conversations. Everything seems all right, I guess.
At last, dinner was over and we went to the family room to have tea and cake. And there then, my parents told me they want me to go to Allington Academy. The academy that they'd went to.
"It's a school that specializes in training students to become doctors," my father explained.
"It'll be best if you go there," my mom said, "it's for students from ages fourteen to eighteen."
"You'll be a year late, but you always excelled all of your school subjects," my dad added, "I'm sure you'll catch up."
They must be joking! No one in their right mind would ever think that I would go to Allington! Over my dead body! is what I want to yell in their smug faces at this moment.
"I'm not sure if I want to go to Allington," I spoke up softly.
Ever since I got back from the festival, I'd been thinking about what Henry-sensei had told me. I think that enrolling into St. Blossom would be a nice change for me. Their academic levels are quite high, and the school is very well-known. Of course, my parents would oppose this idea, but I'd figured that there's nothing they can do about it. The idea of going to St. Marie outshines Allington.
"Do you have any other schools in mind?" my mother asked me, her sharp, dark-brown, freshly plucked eyebrows rose in surprise.
"Well I was considering St. Marie," I said meekly.
Before my mother could say anything back, my father bellowed, "Nonsense! You can't possibly go to that school!"
"No daughter of mine will go to that school!" apparently, my mother had the same idea in mind.
"Why not?" I loudly demanded.
"Ichigo-san, for generations members in our family had been doctors" my father explained to me. As if I didn't know that.
"Obaa-sama went to that school and became a baker," I snapped at him, "so why can't I?"
"I knew it was bad idea to send her there," I heard my mother muttered to my father.
"If you knew that it was a bad idea then why did you sent me there?" I asked her.
"We know what we did was wrong and we're very sorry," my mother apologized, "that's why we're trying to make it up to you."
"By sending me to a school that I don't even like?" I retorted.
"What's wrong with Allington?" my father asked me.
"It's a school for snobs!" I screeched. My mother sprang up like a rocket, "You will go to Allington whether you like it or not!" At that moment, I stood up knocking my teacup over. The snow white carpet now has a circular brown stain, but I was not worried about it nor did I care.
"It's my life!" I roared at the top of my lungs, "you can't just go and decide everything for me!"
"We are your parents, you have to obey us!" my father commanded furiously.
"No! I'm sick of listening to you!" I snapped sharply at him, "I won't go to Allington and I absolutely, definitely won't become a doctor!"
"I won't allow you to waste your life to be a mere baker!" my father shouted back.
Suddenly, my sister came in, "You won't allow what?" she asked, "are you guys fighting again?"
"Aya-san, please go to your room," my mother told her, "this doesn't involve you."
"No, she should stay and listen to this pointless argument," I said.
"Listen to what?" my sister asked me, looking confuse.
"Listen about how they will force you to go to a medical school and be train as a doctor whether you like it or not," I said in a sarcastic tone. At that moment, my father stood up and SMACK! he slapped me angrily across the face and I fell down with a THUD!
"Otou-sama!" Aya-chan cried frantically, "onee-sama, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," I muttered, standing up. My left cheek was scarlet red and the handprints were visible. There was hollow ringing in my ears. I glared at my parents. I wanted to cry, but I didn't allow myself to. It's useless to cry, I told myself. Indeed, it was because if I cry then, it would mean that I'd given up. This was the first time I've been slapped and my parents know it.
"Aya-san, go to your room now!" my mother ordered her. So unwillingly, my sister quietly obeyed. After Aya had disappeared behind the winding staircase, my father sat down; his face was still red. My mother looked at me and silently shook her head.
"Now was that really necessary, Ichigo-san?" my mother asked me. At that time, all I was thinking was, 'How could she?', 'it wasn't my fault!' and how it was my dad that slapped me. And here she was, standing there blaming me.
"She needs to know the truth," I said calmly thanking the fact that my voice had remained strong and clear.
"Oh for goodness sake! The truth about what?" my father exclaimed.
"As if you don't know!" I retorted.
"Ichigo-san, we were only thinking about your future," my mother tried to persuade me; "going to Allington is the best for you."
"I would like to decide my own future please," I spoke in her face.
"What kind of a future will you have if you're studying to become a baker?" my father bellowed.
"It'll be my own future!" I screamed.
"I will not allow it!" my mother yell, "I will not let you spoil our family's name!"
"It's never about me is it?" I asked her, "It's always about 'our family's name."
"Ichigo-san!" my mother gasped.
"I don't care anymore!" I told her, "I'll move out if I have to!" and with that I whirled around and stomped up the stairs and into my room.
As I enter my room, I found myself face to face with none other than an angry Imai-san. She was sitting, arms folded and legs crossed, at the edge of my purple king-size bed.
"So, I suppose you've heard everything?" I meekly asked her, trying not to meet her eyes.
"How could I not with all the screaming and yelling?" Imai-san asked me. Suddenly, I felt like I'm shrinking smaller and smaller as each seconds ticked by.
"What were you thinking?" Imai-san demanded, "saying that you'll move out? Are you out of your mind?"
"I meant what I said, Imai-san," I told her firmly. Somehow, saying that gave me the strength that I dreadfully need at the moment.
"Do you know what you're saying?" Imai-san angrily asked me. Her face is now in a shade of bright crimson-red with anger. "Where are you going to stay and what about the money?"
"I have 800,550 dollars in my bank account plus the money I've inherited from obaa-sama which I haven't touch," I said quietly, "so in all and if I'm not mistaken, I have more than two billion dollars."
"How did you get 800,550 dollars in your bank account?" Imai-san exclaimed.
"From my fifteen years worth of monthly allowance," I simply explained, "I don't spend that much on cakes and pastries, you know." No reply came from Imai-san. She just sat there, mouth wide open, trying to absorb everything in. I just sat there, on the edge of my bed, waiting for her to speak.
"So, what are you planning to do?" Imai-san asked me after what seems like hours.
"Well, first I'm going to buy an apartment, then I'm going to contact Henry-sensei and enroll into St. Marie," I responded softly as I started to pull out every suitcases I own.
"I'll go and order everything you'll need," Imai-san told me, "and I'll get you that apartment too."
"Thanks that would be great!" I smiled gratefully at her, "I'll pay for everything!"
I heard her sighed as I walked toward my walk-in closet.
About fifty minutes later, all the packing was done. All ten of my suitcases are full with the plethora amount of clothes and accessories I own. Out of breathe, Imai-san and I plopped down onto my now messy bed. In those short fifty minutes, Imai-san had managed to buy me a great two bedrooms apartment and order me everything I need for my apartment.
Suddenly, just as I close my eyes, there was a soft, barely audible knock at my door.
"Come in," I said in exhaustion, "the door is not lock." At first I thought it was just a maid, but as the door slowly creak open, Aya's round face was revealed. Half hidden by the door, she glanced around my room. Her face hardened as her sharp brown eyes landed on my suitcases.
"So you're really going to move out?" she finally asked me.
"Uh huh," I nodded.
"Why?" I gave a hard 'you no why' stare. Aya looked at me for a short moment then stamped out of my room and WHAMP! She slammed the hardly. I guess whatever bond we had is now gone along with that deafening slam.
"So…when exactly are you going to move out?" Imai-san asked me after a moment of silent.
"Tomorrow morning," my answer was a bit muffled as I turned and lay on my stomach.
"Of course, you would want to get out of here as fast as you could," Imai-san murmured.
"Oyasumi nasai," stifling a yawn, I turned again and soon I was fast asleep.
A/N: i hope you guys like this chapter... please read and review! :)
