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O. Chapter Ten .O

x. Mikan-chan .x

I parked my Chevy on the space nearest the entrance, beside a four-door sedan.

"Who'll pay for the ice-cream?" Sumire asked suddenly.

"I will, of course," I said, turning the engine off.

"But… I was the depressed one," She regarded simply.

"Exactly," I breathed, trying to end this nonsensical argument.

"Hmn. Let's play rock-paper-scissors then to be fair," Sumire announced, pulling her fist upfront.

"Alright. You better be wise enough, I'm pro at this." I boasted playfully, pulling my palm in mid-air.

"Stop your yapping and 1, 2, 3,"

Mikan: Scissors Sumire: Rock

"Hey! Unfair,"

"One point out of 3 games, 2 more to go," She patted her chest.

"Argh! Go!"

Mikan: Paper Sumire: Rock

"Hey! That was a lot more unfair, I haven't even moved my fist!"

"All is fair in love and war, honey," I managed to beam at her. "Okay, the final round, you better be ready 'cause this one's gonna be a serious one. Ready in 3, 2, 1 and GO!"

Mikan: Rock Sumire: Scissors

"I won! I won! I won! I won! I won! I told you, I'm a veteran."

"Veteran, eh? Why'd you look like you just won a hundred glories?"

x. The Ice Cream Station .x

The entrance doors had sensitive sensors. The moment we stepped on the doors' welcome mat, it slid open automatically.

The counter was just a good 7 meters vertical to it.

"Good noon, customers!" A guy with a cute beanie over his head turned to smile at us.

"Good noon!" I smiled back. He looks awfully familiar.

"Oh! Mikan-chan!" He looked at me knowingly.

"Have we met?" I blinked, shocked by his friendliness, gazing from his facial tattoo to his name-tag.

"Andou," I said to myself, over and over again. "Ah! Andou… Tsubasa-sempai!" I then laughed.

"How do you do, Mikan-chan?" He grinned.

Sumire looked from my teased up face to Andou's welcoming eyes. "I think you two need a little catching up to do, so I better get sitting."

She looked at me with her need-to-know-every-single-details look and strutted towards a two-seater table.

"Mikan-chan. Though it breaks my heart that you did not remember me earlier, I'm still glad you did." He beamed. "Also, sorry for my over familiarity, does it bother you?"

"No, of course not it's alright, really. That cool tattoo of yours gives off a little too much,"

He chuckled a little, cleared his throat, and squared his shoulders. "But, for now, you… are my customer, let's rerun."

He swept his hair and smiled politely at me, "Good noon, customer, how may I help you?"

"Good noon, I would like to order…" I trailed off, biting my lower lip, "…2 of your strawberry-icecream-mega-crepe," I said, pointing at the menu board on the wall.

"Is that all, madame?"

"Yes, thank you very much,"

"Here's your claim stabs, madame, just hand it over to the waitress that would be sending the crepes on your table. Bon Appetite," He grinned.

I giggled and walked over to Sumire, sitting patiently on our table.

x. beep-boo-boo-bee-bap .x

"Okay, Cards on the table!" Sumire leaned closer to me, the table parting us, just as I sat down. "Who was that? And how did you meet him?" She asked, pointing at Tsubasa, who was wiping the counter while humming.

I shrugged, "A college dude that I met last night, think he's studying in the U."

"How nice," She battered her lashes at me and giggled. "A start of a new love story, eh?" She smirked and laid her head on her palm.

Oh well at least she's better than this morning, I thought.

A girl with pink short hair and striking eyes laid the platters before us as she smiled, "Bon Appetite, mademoiselles," She stretched her hand, palm-side up before me as I handed her the claim stabs, she then turned and walked back to the kitchen.

Sumire sliced a spoonful of the crepe, put it into her mouth, chewed it gingerly and then swallowed.

"Oh," She sighed. "Before I almost forget, there's football practice tomorrow for the upcoming finals, you wanna come?"

I shook my head, "No, I can't."

She pouted. "Why not? Too busy for your old friends?"

"Welll…I…," I exhaled uncomfortably, "Yes, I am busy. Sunday's always a family-bonding period for the Yukihara clan, it's a tradition that nobody can defy and followed from generation to generation. It was applied for centuries. And it was especially made for the teenagers, no teen, meaning kids at the age of 17 and below should go beyond the family's land, no exemptions. But over the years, as the world encountered what they called revolutions, curfews were mercifully issued: midnight until 10 in the morning, teenagers should be strictly inside the house; 11am until 2 in the afternoon, everybody may go out past the family's territory like to school, shops, offices or parks. At 2:30 on the dot all the residents should be inside the house until Monday. Plus, all family members of the dwelling should have dinner on one table at the same time. NO EXCLUSIONS."

"Wow, Sunday's hell for y'all teenagers of Yukihara's," She said out loud.

"No, not really, We can still browse the World Wide Web any time or do phone calls during free times, if there's no any special occasions like chores and… stuffs," I shrugged.

"Hold up!" She thoughtfully said. "The practice shouldn't be finish until 1 in the afternoon. You could go by the campus at 11, watch the practice until 12, we'll go grab lunch together, then go to the mall afterwards. You can get home before curfew ends. Am I smart or what?" She smiled proudly.

"Brilliant!" I said ecstatically, "But I'm grounded," I frowned.

She showed me a genuine disbelief. "The Holy You? Grounded? For what?"

"I went home late last night," It seems like she's not updated by tweakshark.

"Oh, too bad, by the way, I didn't see you after midnight…" She scooped the strawberry ice cream to her mouth.

"I was fetched," I said, dismissing the conversation. "Anyway, give me updates about the football team. Did our old players change positions? Did someone new applied for the team?"

She shrugged. "Nothing much, really. The previous' season's team's goalie broke his arm on a basketball tryout, 'cause he is an athletic like that, he was then replaced by a guy named Kokoro Yome."

"Kokoro Yome… I didn't know he could be a goalie this early."

"You know him?" She raised a brow.

"No not really, he's just one of my mates in Calli and Lit," I shrugged smoothly.

"Oh, anyway, back to topic, I guess the football team's just desperate… He plays well anyways during practices, but not as good as the previous' season's… Sheesh! Mikan, you sit on our lunch table all the time and you don't know that, that was a hot issue for almost a week."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh, All you talk about is nail beds, shopping and hot stuffs."

She snickered."Obviously. We're cheerleaders~!"

I cackled. "Oh, by the way… Is Ruka doing fine?" I asked casually.

"Yeah. He's been practicing as scheduled, sick bastard, lots of free time." Looking annoyed, She ate her ice cream up and played with the melts.

I nodded. "Isn't that good? They can win the game as easy as that."

"Yeah, right, he's been pressuring everyone up during practices, gives bad and dark auras every now and then."

"Must be desperate for the finals?"

She looked at me seriously. "Mikan, really, are you that heartless? He's broken hearted and lonely."

Irritated, I snapped, "And you blame me for that? Wasn't this your' and his' faults."

She bit her crepe, trying to shrug off my statement. "You're right. I'm sorry, shouldn't have brought that up."

I loosened up. "Yeah, I know."

x. beep-boo-boo-bee-bap .x

O. End of Chapter Ten .O

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