Chapter 11- The Verdict
Anna-Chan doesn't own Yumerio Patissiere, sadly :(

"Mama, Papa," Ichigo said, slowly, "What would you think if Hanabusa-kun stayed here?" She didn't get to finish her thought, because she was interrupted by a loud,
"WHAT DID YOU JUST ASK?" From her father.
"Dear, Ichigo wasn't finished talking." Her mom said.
"What would you think of Hanabusa staying here... FOR ONE NIGHT," Ichigo restated.
"I think that would be fantastic!" Her mom said.
"I remember Hanabusa-kun, he was nice." Natsume agreed.
"I AM ABSOLUTELY NOT HAVING A BOY STAY WITH MY LITTLE STRAWBERRY IN MY HOUSE!" Her dad countered.
"Ichigo, feel free to invite him to stay as long as he wishes," her mother said again, giving a stern look to her husband
"There's one more peice," Ichigo said carefully. "Hanabusa-kun also wants me to stay with him for one day, preferably the day before or after he stays here."
The room went dead silent.
"You want to WHAT?" Her dad asked. "You want to stay with someone two nights IN A ROW? A boy, no less!"
"That's true, Ichigo dear, but I think it would be fine, as long as you do nothing... NAUGHTY." Her mother chose, wisely.
"But-" her dad interjected.
"BUT we'll go have a discussion about this in our room later." her mom said. "But for now, let's eat cake!"
Ichigo squealed in glee. Once again the room went silent. Natsume took a pin out of her hair and dropped it to the floor. It was heard quite clearly.
"And yet you have a boyfriend who insists upon you meeting his family," She said, quietly, breaking the silence.
Everyone at the table laughed.
Even the cat, unseen or noticed under the table, smiled distortedly, as all cats do.
-dream-
They sat at the quiet and lonely dinner table. Ever since his father's death, the Hanabusa household was very quiet and it saddened anyone who dared to step foot in it.
A single white candle illuminated the faces of the guests around the table.
The strong-willed and "beautiful" face of the Narcissist Satsuki, the green-haired chap who lives for his own image.
The bony and pale face of Hanabusa Misuki, mother of Satsuki. The brown-haired woman was quiet and seemed to be praying.
The tiny, detailed face of Cafè, the Sweets Spirit who was rarely seen nowadays due to his new job as a Court Patissière.
And the face of many roses, bright red in color. They had survived strife and struggle only to have their short lives ended by beauty and their eternity of happiness begin.
The pure white tablecloth seemed to flicker under the candlelight, the glasses filled with the creamy white liquid seemed to shine. The beef and potatoes that remained on the plate were slowly diminished into nothingness by the knife and fork on their left hand side.
The woman opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it, allowing Satsuki to speak.
"Mother," he said, "May I please bring Amano Ichigo to stay here for just one night?"
"Why, Satsuki," his mother said calmly, even though she was clearly surprised, "Of course you may. All you need to do is settle a date." She studied him for a moment.
"She's your girlfriend, isn't she." She asked. There was a quick pause in the conversation before Satsuki replied,
"Yes, yes she is." Slowly he stood up and brought his dishes into the kitchen, and one thought managed to make him smile-
'Amano Ichigo- my lover.'
-dream-
Johnny lay down on his temporary bed, AKA the couch, in his older sister Kathrine's Tokyo apartment. Everything in this place was touched by some American accent- the USA flag pillow, the artwork made of English words and phrases, photos of New York City, and even her kitchen was dec'ed out in granite countertops and red, white and blue backsplash above the sink. His phone beeped and he picked it up. His eyes widened as he read the text shown to him.
'Johnny,' it read,
'I'm so cold. The air out here is freezing, even if it is Mid-June. I have no coat and I wish I could still make quesadillas. I have nowhere to stay for vacation. And most of all I miss America. You understand my pain- please help me!'
Whoever had sent this had a creative mind, Johnny decided, for three main reasons:
1. No coat- it had to mean their ideas were out in the open for the world to see. Bad? Not really...
2. Freezing air- they feel pushed away by the people who hate her designs.
3. Nowhere to stay- they felt excluded from the rest of humanity.
There was no phone number- the sender had sent the message ananymously. But still, it was obvious who it was-
Ari.
At first it took Johnny a minute to figure out why Ari had texted him in a flirty sort of way, trying to be dramatic, when she disn't even like him. And then he remembered.
She wasn't dramatizing.
She had relied on the dorms at the academy to house her during her education, but had been forced out over break.
She was an orphan with literally nowhere to go.
Johnny grabbed his coat and sprinted down the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him.
Even if he didn't care much for Ari, there were two things that told him to go help her-
1. She was a friend, all alone and basically in trouble, sleeping in the streets of Tokyo.
2. She was American, and as a fellow Yankee he felt it was his duty to help her learn her way around her new country as much as possible.
He was right on time.
-dream-
"Let's eat!" Ichigo screamed in delight upon the sighting of the wonderful strawberry cake with vanilla icing and fresh strawberries on top.
"It's time to put your extra stomach to good use!"
The whole family sweatdropped.
Taking the tip of the triangular slice she was given, Ichigo bit into the cake.
So rich and creamy, it tasted as if it could be straight from a strawberry farm.
Ichigo was instantly transported instantly to a wonderful imaginary place filled with giant strawberries and vanilla beans. All that was needed was a cold glass of milk!
In Natsume's mind, pianos were playing their music perfectly in tune, every note in its place, every rest at its quietest. Never had any piano sounded so wonderfully perfect to Natsume then the imaginary, almost strawberry-SOUDING one she was experiencing now.
In her mother's realm of knowledge, everything was mis-en-plait, meaning 'everything in it's place.' [NOTE: this is true but I have no idea how to spell it] Flowers were unfolding their colorful petals, the kitchen was sparkling clean, and she felt very relaxed and easygoing.
And finally, for the grand finale, In Ichigo's father's vast mental empire, Ichigo and Natsume were young again and he cast a spell on them do they would never age. No need to worry about sons-in-law or grandchilderen anytime soon, in his world. His little strawberry was his forever.
Or was she?
Again the thought of Hanabusa Satsuki grazed his mind, snapping him out of his blissful daydream.
As he slowly grasped his surroundings, he noticed that everyone was staring straight at him. No doubt about it, he had been extremely cheerful while in his daydream and showed it. There was nothing left to do but sweat drop.
"Uh, dad?" Ichigo asked cautiously. "Are you okay? You were screaming 'YES! YES! THEY ARE MINE FOREVER!' just a few seconds ago, and now you're crying... Are you going bipolar?"
So THAT was what had happened.
"Yes," he replied, gravely, "I suppose I am."
Everyone laughed once more. Ichigo smiled. It was so great to be home.
-dream-
Hanabusa lay on his bed, staring at the plain white ceiling. [Satsuki, I really have to find some way to avoid confusion... Satsuki will have (S) next to it, and 'Misuki,' the OC of his mom, will have (M).] His entire room really needed some TLC. There was no color anywhere.
White walls.
White ceiling.
White furniture and sheets.
White paper on the desk.
The only color in sight was Hanabusa (S) himself, and the various drawings of sweets that littered his desk, accompanied by the pencils he had used to draw them.
His mom had seemed... Off today. Maybe there was something he could do to help her feel better. He glanced around the room. White was the only thing that jumped out at him immediately.
He scanned the room again- white walls, white ceiling, white furniture, colorful drawings and plans for sweets, white sheets...
"That's it!" Hanabusa (S) said to no one in perticular. How could he have been such an idiot?
He quickly sifted through them, looking for the perfect one. [Note: the drawings, but what did you think he was sifting through? The walls?] But how could he POSSIBLY decide on JUST ONE? They were all so beautiful, even if he DID say so himself.
Then he found just one that was different from all the rest.
1. The paper was graphed instead of the regular paper he used normally, which was all white with no lines. 2. There was someone else's undignified handwriting on the page. 3. It was made completely of chocolate.

Me: Kashino returns! Well, sort of, at least. All you readers have to wait 3-5 days to find out! ;)
NEXT TIME IN DREAMS CAN COME TRUE:
Chocolate, chocolate. Why did that pesky chocolate god person always have to meddle?
Kashino Returns?
There he was, standing in the flesh before him...
Review to find out!

Also, to check out tetokasane0401's fic: fanfic of a fanfic! She wrote it on the backstory of Ari, her OC she gave to me gratefully :3 once again, thanks for reading and please review!