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Chapter Two
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Mikan sighed. The brunette girl had 'suffered' through a relatively rough day; the entire GA population seemed to stare at her as she made her way from class to class. Mikan felt, most unnervingly, amethyst and crimson eyes seemingly bearing holes into her shoulder. It was the last class of the day, Misaki-sensei's biology. Poor Mikan was about to be driven insane by the numerous gazes that were fixed constantly on her.
When the bell for the last class rang, Mikan was out the door again. The rather intimidated girl had taken this method to prevent confrontations with any of her past classmates, as cowardly as she might have felt about it. Still, this little technique worked, Mikan making it to the next class just as the bell rang, and leaving right as the bell signaling the end of another period.
And so Sakura Mikan found herself bolting out of the classroom, and sprinting at full speed towards her room. She heard footsteps sound after her, and picked up her pace, dodging a group of middle school students. A few minutes later, the brunette reached her Special Star room, quite determined to spend the rest of the day there, making dinner for herself before reading until Persona came to retrieve her for another mission.
Leaning against the door, she heaved a huge sigh of relief, looking around and making sure that no one had followed her. Convinced, Mikan smiled. "Boo." Or not.
It took all of her mission experience to not jump into the air and scream. Loudly. "N—Natsume. She stammered out the name of her pursuer.
"Polka," he tilted his head to the side.
"What is with you and that nickname!" she growled.
A half-smile seemed to ghost his lips before Natsume spoke again, "Why are you here?"
Gaining a grin herself, Mikan teased, "Missed me?"
"As if," he scoffed, though Natsume's crimson eyes held a different story. "Now answer. Why aren't you with Yuka-san?"
Mikan's heart raced as she thought of a story. Oh, yes, she did make one up ages ago to explain her sudden reappearance, but with Natsume right here in front of her, crimson orbs bearing into her soul, Mikan's well planned story completely escaped from her thoughts.
"Um…well…let's see…" Mikan stammered, trying to think of something, anything that would get her out of this mess. "Yuka…she…had to…um…"
"Mikan."
Oh, great. Didn't Persona Rei have a great sense of timing? And what happened to staying inconspicuous? Natsume's extreme dislike bordering on hate for the DA instructor was quite notorious. How would he react seeing his…friend being taken away by the dark-haired teacher?
Not well. "Persona!" Natsume glared, stepping in front of Mikan while he was at it.
Mikan sighed. Again. For what seemed like the hundredth time this day. "Must we do this right now?" she voiced out. And was met by two glares. "Okay then," Mikan murmured rising up two hands in a gesture of placating the two males.
The brunette glanced from left to right, and while the other two were preoccupied, teleported away. "Hey!" Natsume and Persona shouted in a creepy unison. Mikan smiled and stuck her tongue out rather childishly, and found herself in the DA room seconds afterwards. Really, those two were eerily similar in personality, besides for Rei's more sadistic nature at times. But then again, Natsume could be sadistic too…
Mikan brushed those thoughts aside as Persona joined her in the room. "You sure do have a lot of tact, don't you? What happened to laying low and making sure that no one notices anything?"
Persona's stoic features transformed into what almost seemed like a scowl yet wasn't. Persona Rei did not present any of his emotions to the world. Or so he said.
Instead of answering her question, Persona asked Mikan one himself. "What happened to that story we planned up? One that didn't sound ridiculous?"
"You mean the one about Yuka being set up in a trap, something about a student being kidnapped, and then went to help said nonexistent student and being kidnapped herself while ambushed? And then me following her here and then not being able leave?" Mikan asked.
Persona rolled his eyes. Mentally, of course. "Sure, remember it now."
Mikan grinned, and then smiled sheepishly. "So, what'd you need me for?"
"Oh, that." Persona replied.
Mikan rolled her own dark amber orbs before saying, "Yes, that."
Persona coughed slightly, and was that a blush on his face? Impossible. He cleared his throat, and briefed Mikan on her latest mission. Mikan listened intently, knowing from experience that any amount of information about the enemy would help during her mission. When Rei was done, she nodded.
"Let me get dressed, I'll be back soon," Mikan said, waving.
"Be careful," whispered Persona quietly as the girl teleported, presumably back into her room.
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Mikan winced slightly as she carefully bandaged a long cut on her side. The task proved more daunting than usual, with a different amount of guards and Alice-users than mentioned during the debriefing. She was ambushed by a swordsman (Mikan couldn't help but wonder who still carried swords in this age as she dodged it) while facing several other opponents in front of her. 'It seems the stress of the day is getting to me,' thought Mikan grimly as she finished pulling the bandages taut, grimacing a bit more while she was at it.
The brunette had the healing Alice copied from a mission (it was decisively helpful) but Mikan was sure that she would start suffering from Alice-overuse soon if she continued. After all, her various Alices were used quite frequently on this surprisingly harder than usual mission. Even the SEC Alice, which Mikan had gained a few more Alices with. She did feel a bit guilty taking others' Alices, but then again, most of the people Mikan had 'borrowed' Alices from were trying to kill her. Also, she didn't necessarily 'steal' them.
The dark-amber eyed teen almost never used the 'steal' or 'erase' aspect of her Alice, preferring to merely make a copy of the Alice for herself. Mikan knew how deserted she would feel if her Alice was gone, and she couldn't help but feel sad for the people who lost their Alices come adolescence or adulthood.
And if Mikan did collapse from overuse of her Alices, she couldn't just sleep it off. It would be incredibly suspicious if the rarely sick, always in class, bubbly girl was out for a week…
So Mikan was sure she would just have to suffer through it. She peeled off her sweat-covered clothes, her blood-soaked T-shirt and jacket already in the kitchen sink. Blood was always a pain to get out of her clothes…She changed into more comfortable cotton pajamas. Mikan was reaching for the book on the night stand, preparing on using a bit of before-bed reading to relax herself after the mission. She was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Standing up (and wincing at the motion) Mikan couldn't help but think, 'I'll have to get that fixed somehow. It seems that I'm going to wince in pain every time I move'. Stretching up slightly to look through the peephole, Mikan saw Persona standing outside. Before the brunette could open the door for the raven, a loud "Hey!" stopped her.
Looking at the scene through the small hole in the door, Mikan watched as Natsume seemed to stalk in out of nowhere. "What is with you and obsessing after Mikan? What did she do to you? Leave her alone, Persona." Natsume growled.
Mikan saw Persona's eyes drift towards the door, as if knowing that the brunette was standing there. And his dark orbs seemed to smile. "Nothing at all, Kuro Neko. Where did you come from? Are you stalking your little friend?"
Natsume glared at the man, and Persona waved teasingly before walking back down the hall. "Good night, Kuro Neko." Mikan was sure that Persona really did enjoy teasing Natsume.
Mikan watched silently as Natsume glowered at the older man before disappearing into a door just one door to the left! Mikan felt her jaw drop in shock as she watched the boy, and realized that the perverted neko-like boy were neighbors with her. Sure, Mikan knew that the Natsume would be somewhere on the Special-Star floor, but…right next door!
Mikan groaned. Suddenly, the brunette was snapped out of her thoughts as it seemed like her floorboards…creaked? She nudged the large dark navy colored rug that was on top of the 'creaking floorboards' out of the way, and taking a defensive stance (wincing again as she did so).
The dark-amber eyed girl watched as Persona Rei seemed to appear out of nowhere. Well, not out of nowhere. Rather, he stepped through the trapdoor that seemed to appear out of nowhere. "Persona!" Mikan stared.
"Yes, yes, I had to climb through this hidden trap to see if you're alright because of that troublesome Kuro Neko. I'm sure you saw it all as you were peering through the hole in the door." Persona smirked.
Mikan grinned back at him, and peered down into the hole. "So…is it just my room, or is everyone's connected in this weird huge underground labyrinth of a thing?"
Persona answered, "Everyone's room is connected, the school with built like this to prevent dangers to the students and make sure that the staff could always keep contact with the students if an emergency happened. Though besides the staff, you're probably the only one that knows of it. Well, almost."
The brunette girl made an 'hmm' sound in the back of her throat, before looking up at her mentor. "I'm fine," Mikan said quietly.
The taller man stared at her, completely unconvinced. Mikan was one to downplay her own discomforts in order to ensure that her companions did not worry about her. This was a habit that Persona found extremely irking, and was unsuccessfully trying to rid her of. "Really?" Persona drawled.
Mikan nodded, and immediately grimaced at the movement. Persona raised an eyebrow, and the brunette had the decency to blush. "Healing Alice?" he asked.
"Alice exhaustion," Mikan answered simply.
"Ah." Persona said. He sighed, before grasping her wrist gently. "Come on."
Mikan questioned, "Where are we going?" as she allowed herself to be tugged into the hole. She jumped after Persona, landing surprisingly quickly on the ground. She blinked back tears as the jolt caused white-hot waves of pain to race through her.
Persona saw this, and scowled. "You're perfectly fine, aren't you?"
The dark-amber eyed girl stuck her tongue out at him, and Rei looked on impassively. He dragged her through various tunnels, Mikan looking on curiously at the numerous turns the dark labyrinth seemed to hold. After a few more minutes of walking, Persona stopped under what looked like another trapdoor. Mikan couldn't help but be a little freaked out at the fact that people could just walk in and out of the students' living quarters without anyone knowing the better. Never mind that the trespassers would all be the staff. Just look at how creepy some of Gakuen Alice's teachers and staff were.
Persona reached up, and knocked on the trapdoor. 'Hm…" Mikan thought. 'Persona didn't knock when he walked into my rooms.'
The door in the ground was lifted, and who should Mikan come across but one Imai Subaru. She began walking the other direction, ignoring Subaru's shocked (as shocked as the stoic Imai's features could present) visage. "Mikan!" scolded Persona, smiling eerily at her.
It took all the petite brunette had to prevent her from cursing out her oh-so-beloved mentor. Sure, it might be for her own good. But Mikan couldn't help but think that Persona should just find a microphone and announce her missions for the academy and her real reason for her attendance to the world. That would have been so much easier than doing it one person at a time.
"Sakura-san?" Imai asked her, before glancing at Persona.
Persona glared. "Mikan, why is it that everyone thinks I'm the one out to get you no matter where we go!"
Mikan grinned. Then she replied, "You got me in this mess, go ahead and fix it." The brunette glanced at Imai, and stared into the man's dark eyes.
Rei sighed, and said, "Imai, Mikan. Mikan, Imai. Mikan is currently running missions for Gakuen Alice, and is also undercover to keep an eye on one Hyuuga Natsume. She's also supposed to make sure that no one knows her secret…" Persona was tackled to the floor.
"How am I supposed to complete this mission if you keep doing that? Why don't you just announce my status as undercover to the world?" Mikan ranted, before she remembered that she wasn't supposed to do any tackling while she was injured. And then Mikan remembered why she was here anyways. The dark-amber eyed teen looked back at Imai, and then at Persona. "Um…hi, Imai-san."
Silence rang for a second and confusion ran through Subaru quickly. Then he sighed. He was used to weirder things happened in the academy on a day to day basis. "I presume that your visitation, Persona, has something to do with Sakura-san. Given my...talents, is she injured In some way?"
Mikan's mouth fell open for what seemed like the billionth time that day (though it was really only the second) and she thought, 'Hotaru's onii-san is awesome!"
"See?" Persona drawled out, and Imai sighed. Again.
"Come in," Subaru said. "I can't do any healing in a dark tunnel."
Mikan smiled, and she used conveniently placed hand and foot rests to haul herself onto the carpet. Surprisingly, the tunnel was quite clean, and she didn't tread any dirt onto Imai's floor. Persona followed her seconds afterwards, and Imai directed a hesitant Mikan to a bed pushed to the side of the room.
"Sorry to intrude…" Mikan said.
Imai replied quietly, "It's no problem."
Mikan gently pulled up her shirt, and sighed. Persona sure did enjoy bringing her into the most peculiar of problems.
Subaru didn't react visually to the wound on Mikan's side, or the numerous bruises on the various parts of her body, but one who knew him well could tell that he was quite shocked. This was his imouto's beloved best friend, as hard as it seemed for Hotaru to show it at times. After all, at least between himself and the young inventor, Imais were not the best at displaying emotions.
He held a hand up centimeters from her ribcage, and waited as a warm glow resonated from his fingertips. Subaru saw the normally bubbly girl relax, the pain fading to a dull ache, and then to nothing.
A beeping filled the room, and Persona pulled out what looked like a pager of some sorts. "I'm needed," he said simply. "Mikan, you know how to get back. Thanks, Imai," before disappearing back down into the maze. Subaru didn't respond, intent on his work, but Mikan called a farewell into the tunnel.
She watched carefully as the glasses-bearing male's hand worked magic, literally. A few minutes later, Mikan felt as good as new. "Thank you," she told Imai, gratefully. He nodded, and Mikan felt like rolling her eyes. She wasn't sure what it was with Imais and showing any amount of emotion. Mikan stood, and relished in the thought that she would no longer have a problem with wincing at every slight movement tomorrow.
As Mikan walked back to the still open secret entrance/exit, she heard Subaru tell her quietly, "Come find me if you need any more help."
Mikan felt a warmth flood her, and she smiled genuinely. "Thanks. 'Night."
"Goodnight."
The entrance was shut gently behind her, and Mikan stretched gently. 'Imai Subaru truly is an odd person,' Mikan thought, before making her way back to her own quarters.
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Something odd was going on. Natsume was sure of it. After all, a house call from Persona was hardly something to jump with joy about. And since when were Mikan and the DA teacher on first name basis? Or at least for Persona…and he didn't even add an honorific. Why did they even know each other anyways? Natsume had tried his best to keep the evil teacher away from his…friend, fear coursing through him every time he realized that Rei was near the girl.
And what was with the fact that Mikan seemed perfectly relaxed at the fact that she was standing inches away from Persona! After all, the DA teacher didn't exactly 'radiate' a feel of warmth and protection. With that little incident with Persona and his Alice, Mikan should be more scared than usual!
Natsume was currently lounging on his sofa, staring into the wall. So many unanswered questions…the fire-caster sighed. He just hoped that the brunette girl would be alright, and safe.
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Mikan yawned. It had been late last night when she had finally got into bed, well past midnight. She had thrown her alarm clock into a wall in the morning (Mikan reminded herself to tell Persona that she need yet another one; he would not be happy, it was her third this month, and it was the third day of the month…), only waking up another half hour later. This resulted in Mikan tossing a slice of toast in her mouth, pulling on a set of the uniform, and then teleporting behind the sakura tree and dashing into class.
Though she wasn't sure why she bothered. The substitute teacher was way too timid to scold any of his students, whether that was good or bad. That, and Narumi-sensei never seemed to appear in the classroom, unless it was time to give either great or horrible news. Figures.
So, Mikan was absentmindedly staring out the window. Or rather, trying to absentmindedly stare out the window. It was relatively hard with a pair of crimson orbs bearing into her shoulder. That is, along with several other pairs of eyes. Really, as soon as Mikan found out who in the world decided to give her this mission, they would be pleading for mercy…
She sighed, twirling a lock of her brown hair on a finger. Surprisingly enough, this day was actually going relatively peacefully. Well, except for the eyes…but it was better than yesterday!
The girl sat through several more boring classes for the day.
When the bell for the last class rang, Mikan stood up, getting ready to bolt once again. Suspiciously, no one else made a move to get up, or to even move from their spots. Mikan eyed her classmates curiously, even more so when no one met her eyes. "Curious…" mumbled Mikan under her breath, before heading for the door.
That…didn't go well. And that statement was the ultimate understatement of the year. Mikan found out why none of her peers moved a centimeter as the bell rang. When the brunette walked through the door, an alarm started screeching. Feeling something falling down at here, Mikan jumped to the side, and rolled. Sadly, her quick dodge didn't work well, and she was trapped in an extremely large net.
The person who trapped her under the net, predictably one Imai Hotaru, stood and spoke. "That was remarkably cliché, a falling net, as well as not the best of my inventions, but as I suspected before, the simplest things can catch this baka."
Mikan pouted.
"Though I did not deduce the fact that she would dodge out of the way in my calculations. It appears that the baka has increased her speed and agility by several times."
The detached way that Hotaru spoke was rather creepy to Mikan, but Hotaru's slightly creased eyebrows, less stoic than usual frown, and expressive amethyst eyes spoke volumes. Then again, how could Mikan be so careless as to have moved so quickly? The girl sighed. It was all Persona's fault; his training had upped her reflexes and quickness by a huge amount. To the point that the slightest would be danger had Mikan flinching and jumping away. 'Curse Persona.'
It seems that the whole class was crowded around Mikan, besides a taciturn Natsume and a quiet Ruka-pyon sitting by his side, gently patting Usagi-chan. Mikan sighed. Was her life really all that interesting? Okay, perhaps appearing out of nowhere after running for her life a few years prior wasn't the best thing to do (curse the authorities of GA too!), but was it worth a crowd interrogating her? Apparently so.
"So, let's get this started," Hotaru continued, the classroom suddenly dimming dramatically and a spotlight appearing on the amused and slightly panicked brunette. "Why are you back at Gakuen Alice?"
"…What do you mean?" Mikan answered, innocently. Sort of…
Hotaru glared, and pulled the ever famous Baka Gun from who knows where. Mikan blinked. "Did that thing get bigger since yesterday?"
"Yes. This is Baka Gun Version 1029.785, specially designed…" Hotaru answered, her amethyst eyes gleaming with a sadistic edge.
Now, there was no way that Mikan would be afraid. With the various evil villains she had faced, from evil CEOs to businessmen and ninjas (strangely…) bent on taking over the world, as well as some very sadistic Alice-users, it's not like she could back down from a peer of hers, Imai Hotaru, right?
Mikan cowered. And promptly spilled her (made up, of course) story. "Well, Yuka was set up by a the Elementary School Principal, and a couple of those other people…I think she said she had to rescue some kidnapped student or something…something about the person being held hostage…so then, she went, and it turns out that there wasn't a student, and Yuka was kidnapped herself, after she was ambushed by a lot of people. I followed her here…"
Here, Mikan was interrupted. BAKA-BAKA-BAKA-BAKA. "Itai! You really like hitting me with that evil thing, don't you, Hotaru?"
"You were the one stupid enough to come back to the academy of your own free will! Ever heard of discreetness?" Sumire shot back.
Mikan chuckled sheepishly, putting up a very convincing act. Hotaru narrowed her eyes, before waving at the girl to continue. "Well…they didn't let me leave. I was brought here."
Sumire glared. "Knowing her, she probably stood outside the gates and was peering into the academy when she was apprehended."
Mikan bit back a scoff, and clenched her fists slightly. It wouldn't do for any of them to notice her irked attitude at Shouda's words. Sighing internally, she set a smile upon her face. "Of course not! Why would I do such a thing? I stood outside the back gate!" Everyone fell down dramatically, and Mikan smirked, internally of course. As much as it annoyed her to put on a false appearance, she had to admit that it could be quite fun.
"Mikan."
'Darn!' Mikan thought, annoyed. 'Couldn't he have worse timing? I swear, Rei is trying to be a killjoy and wants to get me discovered...'
"Persona!" the class seemed to yell as one. Persona smirked creepily and waved. Mikan wanted to groan. Now she was sure. Persona Rei just wanted to get her exposed, and have her classmates (all competent Alice users, in one way or another, torture an answer out of her. Edging for the door, the dark amber eyed teen was ready to break for it before the classroom could break out into flames and chaos.
"Mikan?"
Persona's call caused over twenty pairs of eyes to firmly fixate on aforementioned girl. 'Kuso!' Mikan yelled in her head, cursing Persona to the seventh level of hell. "Um...ha...look, a bunny!" she exclaimed, pointing out the window. The class peered at Mikan as if she was insane. She certainly did sound it. Mikan sighed, glared at Persona, and teleported. Again. Sometimes, she thanked all that was good for her teleporting skills.
She dropped gracefully into the DA classroom. Five minutes later, Persona walked in. Mikan glared. "You do enjoy torturing me, don't you, Rei?" Persona smiled innocently. Mikan couldn't suppress a rather violent shudder.
She sighed, and asked, "What do you need? Mou, I was having so much fun too!"
Persona sweat-dropped. Nonvisibly, of course. "The ESP needs something. Here." He handed her a manilla folder with her mission instructions.
MIkan quirked up an eyebrow. "The ESP himself? I'm honored." Her sarcasm was ignored. "How does he suppose I keep this a secret if he's pulling me out of class left and right, and with you appearing. You know how paranoid Natsume is when it comes to you. That, and the ever-so-feared DA teacher appearing is bound to cause some trouble."
Persona didn't react. Of course. But chibi Persona in his head was cackling quite evilly. Oh, he did know what his presence did to little Kuro Neko. It was incredibly fun to see the little one squirm...how overprotective of Mikan, he was. "The sarcasm is not needed."
Mikan smirked. "You excused me from my classes, right?"
Persona nodded. "From what I see, this mission should be fairly easy. Do be careful though."
Mikan said nothing, sending a wave behind her as she walked out of the classroom.
And then stopped. "The ESP is expecting me to do this in broad daylight?"
She sighed, and continued walking, leaving a shell-shock Persona behind.
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Sakura Mikan yawned as she toweled her long brunette hair. The mission went by successfully, with little mishaps. The only problem was that it took until late into the night, and she was tired as could be. After taking a quick shower the girl had lain on her bed, and was prepared not to get up for a long, long time. Five minutes later, she gave up her quest for lying there forever. Walking to the mini-kitchen, she pulled out a bottle of milk, and was about to guzzle it when the trapdoor started rattling.
And so Mikan promptly spat out the milk that she had taken a swallow of. All over one Persona Rei.
Relaxing her defensive position, she winced. "Hey, it's not my fault you decide to use a hidden trapdoor instead of the front door like normal people!" upon meeting glaring dark eyes.
MIkan disappeared into her bathroom, and came out with a wet towel. Throwing it to a now-sitting Persona, she was surprised to see the elder Imai also standing in her living room. "So, how'd it go?" Persona asked, wiping his face with the damp towel.
"Easy, almost exactly like the details said. Rather boring actually...why the ESP would want me to go specially is a wonder when he has all those other little graduated minions. Heh, minions."
Persona blinked at the last phrase. As he opened his mouth to say something, he was interrupted. "Yes, I"m fine, I said it was easy. Just a few bumps and bruises. No need to trouble Imai-san."
Subaru interjected, "It's no trouble. You should get medical assistance if you're injured."
"Hey, I count as medical assistance!" Mikan retorted. "My healing Alice works just fine!"
Imai raised an eyebrow. "Persona, if you could please excuse us."
With a rather worried glance, the older man left silently.
"You know." This was said as a statement and not a question.
Mikan nodded wordlessly.
"Then why?"
She shrugged.
Subaru sighed, and answered, "Is it really just a couple bruises?"
Mikan nodded. The dark amber eyed teen pulled up a sleeve, and revealed a set of rather dark bruises on her upper arm. "I smashed into a bin when I was running...Eh...I didn't see it!" she exclaimed at his incredulous look. "Yes, I know, I got away from a warehouse full of bad guys and was only injured because I wasn't looking about where I was going."
Imai shook is head, and lifted fingertips warm with his Alice to her arm. Seconds later, the bruises were gone. "We'd better let Persona back in," Mikan said, walking to the trapdoor. She kneeled the floor, and opened it, yelling "Boo!" loudly.
"Gah!" yelled Persona loudly, though he would have killed anyone who mentioned it.
Mikan grinned. "Eavesdropping much?"
"It's not eavesdropping if you can't here anything! When did you copy that Alice?"
"Se-cr-et!" Mikan drawled.
Imai shook his head, and jumped through the exit. "Let me know if you need more help."
"So, what were you talking about?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Now."
"No."
"Now."
"No."
"N-wahh!"
He tumbled out, leaving the teen in silence once again. She really needed to bolt that thing. Going back to her milk, she was disappointed to find it warm. Mikan poured it down the drain, before reaching for another bottle.
Opening the cap, and glaring at the trapdoor, Mikan drank her milk.
"Onii-san?"
At least she didn't spew it this time around. Mikan just choked on the white liquid.
"Mikan-nee? Why are you turning blue?" an innocent-looking Youichi stood with his head poking out of the trapdoor. She gasped, her lungs reveling at the air. Mikan gave up on her milk.
"Youichi!" MIkan exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm looking for nii-san. Why are you in nii-san's rooms?" he answered sweetly.
As impossible as it sounds, Mikan choked on air. "These are my rooms. Natsume lives next door."
"Oh...neh, nee-chan?"
"Hm?"
"...Why are you here?"
Mikan sweat-dropped. "Um..." She told the little boy the reason that she had made up.
"Ah...can I stay here with nee-chan then? Nii-san can wait..." he grinned.
Mikan smiled. "Sure. Hang on." She capped her milk, and placed it safely in the fridge. Then Mikan reached into a drawer, and pulled out a sticky note. In big black letters, she wrote 'DO NOT BUY ANY MORE MILK!' before sticking it on her fridge.
Smiling at Youichi again, she told him, "It's nice to see you again! Let's go somewhere more comfortable!" before walking to her bedroom. Youichi stared at the sticky note, then at his self-proclaimed sister. Then the child shrugged. Mikan-nee always was a bit peculiar at times...
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So...sorry for the late update! But look, it's over 5000 words long without the AN and disclaimer! 5012 to be exact...my fingers hurt, ;] Hope you liked it, thanks for all the reviews! I was so surprised at the number of alerts, and reviews! Please do add any comments...thanks!
