Me: Okay, so I had some writer's block, and was prepared to give up for a few months again. However, thanks to my wonderful reviews, I now have the motivation to write again!

Chloe: So reviews gave you motivation? What gave you motivation last time?

Me: I... Don't remember... Oh, I've been waiting since like chapter four to use this title! Also, my beta reader won't be able to beta read for a while, so my chapters may be a little 'rough'. Anyway, I don't own Yumeiro Patissiere.

~Chapter Ten~

~The Sky Blue Princess~

We still have to find a way to save the worlds without using my memories, though.

I tried to think of a way as I fell into a deep sleep. That troublesome night made me really tired. Before I did actually fall asleep, I tried to think of why the Memory Eater needs memories. Does it really depend on memories? And why specifically the first born of the royal family, why couldn't it take the second child's memories?

My eyes got heavy and I drifted into a dreamless sleep. While having no dreams was a little nice, it was also ominous. It was as if I had no warnings to prepare for, but at the same time like it was too late for one. I didn't get much time to dwell on it though, because soon the door was knocked on. I opened it to a bright smile from Midori-san.

"Good morning!" She said it a bright and cheering tone, "I figured you'd be tired of wearing your pajamas so I brought you some clothing."

"Oh, right! I'm still wearing these, thank you."

I noticed she finally changed out of her nightgown too. She now wore a short, forest green dress. It had no sleeves and at every hem there were white spikes. Around her waist was a belt of several diamonds. Looking down, she was still barefoot.

"Oh, I don't like wearing shoes, they're a pain." She explained.

I closed the door and started the change. I wore an ice blue dress that loosely dropped to below my knees. The long sleeves also drooped when I held my arms up. The dress had a few see through layers covering a layer with a solid color. At first I had my hair in the usual pigtails, but when I walked out Midori-san vetoed it. She made me let my hair down, and I noticed that my hair had grown quite a bit. Before it would barely reach my shoulders, but now it's about two inches past them.

We started on our way, and Midori-san said that Lemon-chan is already in the room were meeting in and Katsuo-san was getting the guys there as we speak. While walking through the confusing hallways, we talked to ward off boredom.

"So what do you think of the color?" she started.

"It's nice, but I like pink better."

"Oh really? Well, I remember you always wore blue because of your name."

"My name? My name means Strawberry, and those aren't blue, what do you mean?"

"Actually, that's a new name. Your first name was Azura when you were still a princess."

"Azura? It has something to do with blue I assume?"

"Ha ha, yeah, it's a Spanish name meaning 'Sky Blue'."

"Wait, why Spanish?"

"No particular reason, this place is very different so any name can be used. We have people with names from all kinds of cultures."

"Wow... So, um, what was my name again?"

"Azura."

"Azura... I've never heard a name like it before..."

"Yeah, you used to be called the "Blue Princess" for several reasons including your name."

"Several? What are some other reasons?"

"Well, you always wore blue, you used to use blue in just about anything you did, but I think the most significant reason is that you were often sad because not a whole lot of people here are all that happy."

"Wait, it was common for people to be depressed? Don't tell me I sent a lot of people through portals."

"When did you hear that story?!"

"Um, Katsuo-san told it to me. Was I not supposed to hear it?"

"Ah... Um no, but I don't want you to regret what you did. Well, we're here."

We stood before a door, but I stopped Midori-san from opening it.

"I don't know if I should regret it or not. I did something I shouldn't have, but good did come from it."

Without look at me, she simply whispered, "Ichigo-chan, in my eyes you are perfect, just misunderstood. They thought you meant to cause trouble, but you were just trying to help someone. Don't regret it, because it's good you did it."

That sounds familiar... Did Katsuo-san say something like that too?

I finally let her open the door, and inside I saw everyone was nervously talking. I think they were trying to keep things from going to an awkward silence. They halted their conversations to look at us coming in.

"You guys sure are late, was Amano lazy in getting up again?" Kashino teased.

"Ha ha, no, we were just a little slow in coming here." Midori-san replied to him.

Everyone else was in different clothes too. The guys slightly different clothes, but they all had a little bit of metal protecting fatal areas. Lemon-chan wore a dress much like Midori-san's, except a slightly lighter shade. It seemed everyone had similar clothes except me.

We all sat on the floor in a circle because, once again, the room was empty dang they should really change that, my legs are hurting from having to sit on them all the time with no mat or chair.
Everyone laugh nervously, trying to hide that they're still a little scared of what's to come. When everything got quiet, Hanabusa-kun was the first to speak up.

"Alright, I have a question about this place." He said, but before he could ask, Midori-san finished his sentence.

"Why is there no furniture?"

"Um...Yeah." Hanabusa said looking around the blank room once more.

"Easy, we are a people that are afraid of risks. We work to minimize risks the most we can. No furniture is just one of the prices we pay for that."

"Is that why the queen was so stubborn in making use of Ichigo-senpai's memories?" Said Lemon-chan

"That and the queen is already stubborn to begin with."

"Speaking of Amano-san's memories, how are we going to keep them safe?" Andou-kun spoke up

"That... I'm not sure about... I have a small idea, but it's very risky."

"It's about time we started taking risks, don't you think? We've been living in extreme safety long enough." Said a familiar man with jet black hair and matching eyes as he busted into the empty room.

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