Disclaimer: There are a lot of things in life I don't own. And Alice Gakuen is one of them, although the plot is mine. The music featured in this story also do not belong to me; they respectively belong to the artists. Nor do I owe Wikipedia.
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My Happy Ending b
by Little Miss Giggle
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Chapter Eighteen: Detective Work
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Mikan usually stirs in her sleep before she wakes up. But that Sunday morning, the morning after the Third Round, for some reason, her eyes snapped open, and she stood up from bed. And this was very unusual as her friends usually take at least fifteen minutes in trying to wake her up, and today—bam!—she was awake. And no one woke up her either. "Huh." Mikan said, as she turned her head to the window. There was no light coming through the curtains—maybe it was still the middle of the night? Her eyes widened—what if it was already Sunday evening? Then she then shook her head, as she chuckled to herself—there was no way it was Sunday evening! There was no way she would have been able to sleep for twenty-four hours straight!
"Stupid me," she smiled to herself, and she turned around to her bedside table, and picked up her phone. But she felt her eyes bulge out of her sockets when she saw the time—it was seven forty five in the morning. "Oh my God I am up early!" she exclaimed to herself, genuinely surprised. Then a pout came across her face, and she whined, "And it's a Sunday! My lazy day!" She pulled her pillow from underneath her, propped her knees up, and placed the pillow on her knees so she could rest her chin on it.
No wonder it was still so dark out—Winter mornings are really dark . . . she shivered, her room was so cold compared to her snuggly blankets . . . but as much as Mikan wanted to go back to bed, she couldn't bring herself to—she simply wasn't tired anymore, for some bizarre reason.
Instead, she started to play around on her phone, and she managed to stumble onto her SMS Inbox, where she checked her most recent messages from Ryo, which she received last night:
Mikan, my train to Nagoya leaves at 2 from Tokyo Station. So if you want to have lunch, 12:30 okay?
Of course she said yes. But Permy was beside Mikan when she got the message, and with a shifty glance of her green eyes, she read the text. Immediately, she gasped, "No way! Lunch with Ryo? Please can I come too?" causing Anna and Nonoko to ask what the commotion was about, and when Permy excitedly answered, the twins then started to beg Mikan profusely for an invite.
So, Mikan added to her text:
Yeah, okay, sure. 12:30 it is. We'll come to pick you up with a taxi at 12:00 tomorrow from your hotel, and we'll go somewhere to eat. I'm sure Hotaru knows somewhere good to eat. Hope you don't mind that all my friends are coming too :)
Mikan didn't really mind that her friends were coming—she just prayed to the Lords that they (meaning Permy, Anna and Nonoko) wouldn't be all over him, like they were two nights ago.
Mikan shuddered yet again, before a small smile crept on her face. She still couldn't believe she had got into the Fourth Round, last night. Last night had really had its high and lows; it was true—and though her ending with Natsume wasn't great, the outcome of everything else was fantastic. Even though she made herself convince herself that everything was going to be fine even if Natsume had snapped at her last night, she could still hear that little voice of doubt in her head. A voice that continuously chanted, "After he looked at you like that, do you really think he's going to forgive you? You hit a nerve, you did, Mikan Sakura!"
Was it really that wrong to be curious?
All in the midst of her thinking, a thought—a light bulb thought—popped into her head. Thinking about the Third Round made her recall Narumi say, ". . . the genre and the information for the Fourth Round shall be posted on the Music Competition notice board, which is found downstairs in the lobby, by reception, at seven am, for all you early risers!"
Seven fifty now—Mikan gasped—the info had been up for fifty minutes already, and she had wasted five minutes just thinking in bed! Quickly, she bounced out of her bed, which she regretted almost immediately when she felt the cold air tingle her skin. Trying to push the thought on how goddamn freezing her room was, she grabbed her cashmere jumper and pulled it over her pajama top. She opened the door to her room, and as expected, no lights were turned on. Mikan, for once, was indeed the earliest riser of the dorm this morning. She silently crept to the front door, without forgetting her key, and once she had reached it, she stuffed her feet into a pair of hand-me-down Uggs Anna and Nonoko had given her, and left her dorm room.
In the fear of getting stuck in the elevator again, Mikan went down to the lobby by stairs. Sure it took longer, and made her tired legs ache a bit, but the thought of getting stuck in an elevator on her own was more frightful.
And as promised last night by Narumi, a new notice was indeed pinned up on the notice board, to Mikan's sheer excitement.
The Fourth Round Information
Date: TBC (It is confirmed, however it would be sometime in late April or early May)
Time: 7:00—however long it may take (depending when the last act has finished his/her/their performance)
FOR THE FOURTH ROUND, CONTESTANTS MUST WRITE A SONG ABOUT THE TRUTH. The judges will not only be marking for quality of song, but they will be checking/hearing out while you perform if your song conveys a truthful message.
For further enquiries, please contact a member of staff, preferably one of the judges from the Music Competition.
Mikan blinked. And re-read it. Then blinked again.
. . . A song about the truth? What the hell does that mean? She thought to herself, while her nose crinkled. Did the Academy literally mean for the constants to write a song about the truth, or was there a deeper meaning to the title? Or was she thinking too much now? Mikan sighed, as she shook her head, looking as if she was trying to shake all the thoughts out her head. Mikan sighed again, and made her way back up to the staircase, back to her dorm room.
To be honest, Mikan was disappointed—not only with the genre (if you could call that one), but also with the lack of information. Also the fact that it was ages away made her feel a bit disgruntled. But then an optimistic smile came across her face; if the Academy really did want to her to write a song about the bloody truth, to be honest, it would be quite easy for her now that she has so many thoughts occupying her mind . . . Permy being one big root of her problem—the tattoo she saw last night accidently really confused Mikan . . . and all her lies that she had told her . . .
Another person who was occupying her mind, for probably seventy-five to eighty percent of the time was Natsume Hyuuga, the boy full of mysteries—his mysterious past with his family, and the fact that he can just go from hot to cold in a matter of seconds. Never in her life had she met someone so complicated . . . but never in her life had she met someone she had such strong attractions to.
Mikan clicked the front door to her dorm room open, and slipped into her dorm before she peered her head in the living room and kitchen. She sighed when she realized all of her friends were still soundly asleep in bed. She couldn't blame them, really. After all, it was eight o'clock on a Sunday morning . . . what kind of sane person wakes up at that time anyway?
Mikan hummed to herself as she sunk into the squishy couch, and sighed in relief when she nuzzled her face onto one of the extra fluffy cushion. She was feeling rather peckish, but she wasn't going to even try to make herself something because she knew it would only result in disaster. Then, her hazel eyes caught Hotaru's laptop, a MacBook, which was gleaming on the coffee table.
Mikan's eyes immediately widened. "Maybe I could kill time on MiniClips . . ." she muttered to herself, as she slid down from the couch, onto the floor, so she could open the Mac screen. Mikan didn't feel guilty about using it; no, how could she when she paid Hotaru 3655Yen (around twenty five British pounds, which according to the Internet is about 40 USD) to have an account on the goddamn thing? And to think they're best friends!
After logging onto her account, Mikan quickly checked her emails—deleted all the spams, and wrote an email to her parents about Ryo and the successful Third Round—before she clicked onto Safari. She played on Club Penguin for around ten minutes before she felt boredom eat her—the concept of Club Penguin wasn't as interesting to her as it had been fours years ago; she could now admit that four years ago she was a Club Penguin junkie.
Mikan groaned, and looked behind her to the corridors of bedrooms, praying that someone would wake up and come out, so her boredom could disappear. Preferably Anna, because not only was she fun but also she could cook her some breakfast—French toast sounded good! "Or maybe Aoi's awake . . ." Mikan mumbled to herself, "maybe I could text her to come over . . ." but then she snorted, "but why the hell would she be awake at eight ten in the morning? Jesus, Mikan!"
Aoi, sadly wasn't one of their roommates, but she was practically here all the time, the five girls considered her as one of them roomies. It felt weird to Mikan to think she wasn't actually a permanent member of their room, but from time to time, especially when it was close to the night of the competition rounds, she would come sleepover at their room, getting permission from Miss Serina.
Her thoughts on Aoi influenced Mikan's next trail of thought: the Hyuuga secret—well, if you could call it that. The Hyuuga secret, the suspicious secret Mikan had a strange urge to figure out, the secret that she was trying to unlock, the secret which probably had the answers to why Aoi and Natsume were now no longer close . . . And then, before Mikan knew it, she was opening a new tab on the Internet, and her fingers typed in at the top: .org.
It was as if her fingers had a mind of its own—she was confused why she was staring at the Wikipedia page for a few seconds, but then the answer came to her, when in the search bar, she automatically typed in: Crimson Abyss, only to click the enter bar afterwards. Quite honestly, she was surprised to know that Crimson Abyss had a Wikipedia page—a proper Wikipedia page, with the title, the brief introductions, and the sub-headings (Band history, Musical Style, Band Members, Personal Lives, Future Plans, Fan Club, Up-to-date Singles) . . .
Crimson Abyss
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Crimson Abyss is a Japanese rock band from Tokyo, Japan. The band formed in Sapporo when the band mates were fourteen (in 2004), although unofficially. Their contract was signed the following year, 2005, by Serio Record's . . .
(Mikan skimmed read the first few lines about the bands summary, before his name caught her eyes . . .)
Band History
Current band manager is Tobita Yuu, and the band mates include Natsume Hyuuga, Ruka Nogi, Kokoro Yome and Kitsune Me. All four of the band mates were childhood friends, and according to Kokoro Yome in their first interview when they were all sixteen on Good Morning Tokyo, he stated, 'we had form a band for a school project. We would've never known that at our little school performance there would be scouts from Tokyo, who were totally interested in us! Total shocker, trust.' The scouts, which included Serio Persona, a Japanese Grammy Award-winning record producer, were, "impressed, even shocked by their talent at the mere age of fourteen," according to sources, "especially by band leader Natsume Hyuuga." and almost immediately told their families that each of their children should be send to Japan's famous Music Academy, the Alice Academy.
(Mikan hardly read their section on musical style—she had heard them perform three times now, by now, she was sure what their musical style was—)
Band Members
Natsume Hyuuga—vocals, rhythm guitar
Ruka Nogi—drums, percussion, backing vocals
Kokoro Yome—keyboards, samples, rhythmn guitar (depending on Natsume Hyuuga), backing vocals
Kitsune Me—lead guitar, backing vocals
Personal Lives
All the members of Crimson Abyss currently attend to the Alice Academy, Japan's top Academy of Music, and are going to be the Class of 2008. Not much is known on them, as their producer, Serio Persona has openly announced to the media, "I want to keep them (Crimson Abyss) locked up secret until a huge performance. After that, they can fly away like birds into the real world of music."
It is known that bandleader Natsume Hyuuga can play a wide range of musical instruments, such as the saxophone, the electric guitar, the piano, the drums and even the cello. "If there were four clones of Natsume Hyuuga's, I'm confident to say that he'll take the world by a storm." Serio Persona is rumored to have said this. Natsume Hyuuga is also to be said to write all the lyrics, sometimes having help from his band mates. "But it's mostly Natsume who does the writing—he's deep. Sometimes Ruka helps 'im. Koko and I can't write lyrics to save our lives—we try, and normally end up writing about lunch." Kitsune Me admitted on Good Morning Tokyo.
In the only interview they have ever been on, on Good Morning Tokyo, Kitsune-me joked, "My name is weird. It's Kitsune Me. But I call myself Kitsune-me. Because I don't want to be called Mr. Me when I'm older. So I have no surname . . . unfortunately my phone bills don't think so—they are all addressed to Mr. Me!"
Kokoro Yome said rather cheerfully on Good Morning Tokyo, "If I wasn't going to be in band, I would have liked to be a fortune teller. Dunno why, but I'm pretty good at all that shizz—it's like, I can read people's mind!"
Ruka Nogi is half French and has verified that his blonde hair is genuine, as well as his blue eyes.
The band members are all eighteen years old, Natsume Hyuuga being the youngest, born on November 27th.
Tobita Yuu, Crimson Abyss's band manager has recently tweeted on Twitter, "I am very proud of my new band, Crimson Abyss!" and is also rumored to be 'the best manager ever' to the band.
Future Plans
Currently in their last year in the Alice Academy, the band is rumored to go straight into the music industry after graduation.
Crimson Abyss is rumored to perform in the Final/Fifth Round of the Alice Academy Music Competition, as well as rapper Mochu, which is confirmed to on the 30th of June 2008, at the Tokyo Dome Stadium, held by Alice Academy's headmaster, Ted Prince. The winner of the Alice Academy Music Competition is to win a large sum of money, as well as a record deal. This is rumored to be the thing that Serio Persona mentioned as a 'huge performance.'
Fan Club
Crimson Abyss, although not widely known yet, has a very large number of fan girls, especially in Tokyo. "They scare me," Ruka Nogi has admitted, "and it scares us a lot to think that they are so many fans already right now, but that's only in Tokyo." Their Facebook Fanclub has (as of now, in April 2007) more than 75,000 fans, which is increasing every day.
"I would be surprised if Crimson Abyss's fan club members didn't reach to three million by Summer 08," Serio Persona has said, "not only are the boys talented, but even a man can say that they have the looks."
Natsume Hyuuga is fan nominated to be the "best-looking" out of the four. One of the comments on their fanclub page from a fan states, "How could one not like Natsume Hyuuga? Black messy hair, blood red eyes—and that body! I would turn gay if I were a guy and I saw him!" Many seem to agree to this statement; both female and male.
Up-to-date Singles
Crimson Abyss have only released two songs, What I've Done and Numb. Both songs were a huge success, and according to sources, "Serio Persona released these two songs to see what the response of the public would be. If it were success, he would keep them and if not, he was planning to drop the band." What I've Done reached Number 26 on the charts, Numb only reaching Number 32. Both songs were recorded and released when the band members were fifteen years old, making them the youngest band in fifty-five years to release a song that hit the Top 100 Music Chart.
Crimson Abyss have written many other songs but producer Serio Persona does not want them to release them at all until they are out of school. "We've got so many songs now," Kokoro Yome said on Good Morning Tokyo, which was now aired on TV two years ago, in 2006, "and it sucks we can't show them to the world! We've collaborated with artists in the Academy, and we can't wait till we get out of school so we can release all our songs! I swear it'll be like an album full of hundreds of songs!
Videos have been released on Youtube of Crimson Abyss singing songs from the Alice Academy Music Competition—two songs: Somebody Told Me and Don't Trust Me, and both videos became huge hits on Youtube, the total view being over a million. But as of late-January 2008, all videos on their First and Second Round performances of Crimson Abyss has been deleted as Serio Persona had been reported to be "furious" about this leak at the beginning of the year, and declared, "What happens in the Academy stays in the Academy. I do not want my band to be released on the Internet. Fans will just simply have to wait. I assure all their songs from this Competition will be properly released but in due time. In the mean time, if they (the fans) are that desperate to see them, can just replay the video of them performing What I've Done and Numb on repeat. I have approved for both these videos to be released."
The videos for What I've Done and Numb all together has a view of 16 million views, as of April 2007.
. . .
Mikan, was, well, in total shock after she had finished reading their Wikipedia page. She was surprised on how little she knew about Natsume's band, and she was also shocked that Serio Persona, the Serio Persona, was their producer! People in Nagoya even knew who Serio Persona was, even her out-of-date elderly neighbours knew him—him, rumored to be a complete and utter slave-driver, Serio Persona is a multi-millionaire—billionaire perhaps, producer!
Well, to be honest, why would she have known that? Now she thought about it, her and Natsume never did talk about music, to be honest. Maybe she might have said some things about herself, but she was sure Natsume had never really mentioned what was going on in his musical life. She felt her heart sink a bit—now she thought about it; she didn't really know Natsume's personal life. Slowly, slowly she was confident to say (before last night) she was gradually starting to understand him, but this newfound news told her in fact that she knew practically nothing about his personal life, which made her feel like a crap friend. I mean, for crying out loud she had to go to Crimson Abyss' goddamn Wikipedia page to get some information!
Was she not only being selfish to her girl friends but also to Natsume?
Now that question rang in her mind, like a broken CD player on repeat—her mind just wouldn't shut up. Was she, Mikan, genuinely a selfish person? Mikan bit her lip in thought, but then put it to the back of her mind, and opened yet another new tab. Once it had loaded, she typed in, What I've Done, Crimson Abyss and clicked the Search button, and clicked the first video that came up.
She turned the volume down, as the video loaded for a bit, just in case it made a loud noise—and now, unlike a few minutes ago, she didn't want her friends to find her watching a Crimson Abyss video. Now she thought about it, it was her first time listening to this song, let alone see Crimson Abyss perform it.
It started. Very softly—it was just the piano playing, and then video finally un-blurred, and there, she saw Koko on screen—she commented, "Oh my God he looks so young!" to herself as she saw him in the video—playing innocently on the piano, with a bit of a nervous smile on his face. And then, with his other hand, he started to play a few rather sinister sounding chords all while the video zoomed out, to show that he was performing on some sort of stage, with all the other band members present, although you couldn't really see them yet, you could see their shadows. And then the beat of the drum came—now shifting the camera to Ruka Nogi, who Mikan also added looked extremely young compared to now. He had his lips pressed together, as if he were nervous he was going to screw it all up—but his playing, unlike his unsure look was sharp and completely on time. And Mikan couldn't help lightly laugh when the guitar started to loudly blare—Kitsune-me, looked pale as a sheet but he still managed to rock on his electric guitar, changing the dynamics and mood of the song completely—Ruka was now pelting the drums, with a bit of a pout on his face, while Koko was not playing so innocently anymore—that cheeky grin she had seen was resurfacing on his face, clearly showing that he was now enjoying his performance, unlike before. Then the noise level of the instruments dropped, and finally a voice started to sing; Mikan felt tingles down her back, and felt goose bumps erupt on her skin—even more when she actually saw his face on the video.
Like the others, Natsume surely did look like younger—he looked at least a 15centimetres shorter, and his voice, she noticed, wasn't as husky as it was now. But there was a look on his face, a look that only he possessed out of his four band mates—Natsume looked angry, upset when he sang . . . and hurt. Just like last night . . . Mikan thought as she pressed her lips together, and listened closely to the lyrics . . .
In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself And let go of what I've done
Put to rest
What you thought of me
While I clean this slate
With the hands of uncertainty
So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
For what I've done
I start again
And whatever pain may come
Today this ends
I'm forgiving what I've done!
I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done
What I've done
Forgiving what I've done
Mikan was indeed impressed. Who couldn't be—she was fifteen a year ago, and she could never imagine doing this last year—and there Natsume was; fifteen; his talent evidently there. His voice was incredible, nobody could deny that—
But his lyrics. Mikan knew from her own sources (and Wikipedia) that Natsume writes his own lyrics and music. So, if indeed Natsume did write those lyrics for the song What I've Done . . . Mikan shuddered and bit her lip. Quickly, she opened another tab and typed in the search bar: What I've Done Crimson Abyss AZlyrics. Immediately she got a link, and when she clicked on it, she re-read the whole song.
Natsume, she came to the conclusion after she finished reading it, did something in the past. What, she wasn't sure, but she was sure that this song was about his mysterious secret—the secret that she and Hotaru had dubbed as the Hyuuga secret. Mikan was sure of it; she had no doubt about it. And whatever he did, Natsume was clearly regretting it—the sorrow, regretful tone in the song told it all. But at the same time, the song conveyed the message that he was planning to forget about the whole thing, even 'erase' himself . . . is the Hyuuga secret the reason why Natsume changed himself completely? To 'erase' himself in order to 'let go' what he did?
Mikan felt like she was analyzing Shakespeare doing this. She had never felt so curious and detective-like in her life, and to be honest, although it was frustrating not knowing, it was also rather addictive—she felt as if she would stop at nothing to patch all the clues together.
Numb. Numb! Mikan excitedly thought to herself, as she switched her tab back to the Youtube one. Quickly, in the search engine, she typed in, 'Numb Crimson Abyss.' She clicked the video and brought her knees to her chin as she now watched the video of Numb. Again, she astounded with awe by Natsume's talent—he was fifteen and to think he could perform like this—with his goddamn eyes closed sometimes too, especially when he was scream-singing and hell he could hold his notes for so long too! Longer than her for sure.
The video for Numb was simply Crimson Abyss performing and the boys looked like they did in their video for What I've Done, Ruka looking rather nervous; Kitsune-me looking totally nervous, he looked like he might crap; Koko looking shy at first, but after 30seconds, he starts to accelerate in confidence; and lastly Natsume, looking angry and hurt in this video as well.
Thankfully, the lyrics of Numb was in the information box on the left, and after clicking, more info, she read the lyrics while she sometimes glanced at the video itself when Natsume's face appeared on screen.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I'm tired of being what you want me to be
This song was easy to analyze—even for Mikan. Someone, she came to the conclusion, was pressurizing Natsume to be like him or her, and saw Natsume as a bit of disappointment. Mikan thinned her lips and narrowed her eyes in thought: Who was this 'you' mentioned in the song? Who was Natsume writing about?
Suddenly, Mikan's eyes widened when she recalled yet another memory from last night. Flashbacks of her talking to Aoi flashed in her mind, and then, she clearly remembered Aoi telling her something, and Aoi's sweet voice echoed in her head: "N-Natsume never got along with my—our dad . . . and he just had enough, and needed to getaway . . ."
"It was the dad," Mikan blurted out to herself, in sudden realization before she dramatically gasped. Then she blinked pounded a fist into the air victoriously as she exclaimed, "Fuck, I'm good! I should be recruited to the freakin' CSI!" but then she thought more seriously as she put all the pieces of the puzzle together—she opened a Word Doc on the laptop, and started to type . . .
:-;-:
The Secret
Natsume had done something in the past, which basically changed his life. And it all happened on one night, according to Aoi. He totally regrets it, but instead of letting it go he decides to change himself in order to forget it. Aoi ALSO said he never used to be a bastard play-boy, but even since he came to Tokyo he changed. MAYBE HE CHANGED TO TRY TO 'ERASE' HIMSELF? Dun dun DUUUN.
Natsume's dad pressurized him, and saw him at a disappointment. He wanted his son just to be like him. Bastard.
1 + 2 = Natsume dad pressurized him, and Natsume did something in result? Something BAD? O.o
:-;-:
Mikan stared at the Word Doc in front of her, before she sighed. This was as far as I would go, she thought to herself, as she saved the word document to her Document's files. There wasn't any more clues left to analyze—. . . unless she had forgotten something. She sighed again in defeat, and logged out of her account, and closed the laptop.
Fine, she might have figured out something about Natsume, but she still hadn't figured out the main question—what had happened that night? And—
"Oh my dear Lord you are up early!"
Mikan jumped in surprise at the voice, she even squeaked as she whirled her head around, only to sigh in relief. "You scared me, Anna!"
"No babe, you scared me!" Anna laughed. "What are you—Mikan Sakura—doing up so early? It's nine o'clock, girl! Did you have a nightmare or something? Is your clock wrong—"
Mikan shook her head, "I just . . . woke up."
Anna narrowed her eyes before she commented, "That's weird. I mean, you never just wake up like," she snapped her fingers, "that!"
"I know, right?" Mikan agreed, as she nodded. That's when it hit her that Anna—the chef of the dorm Anna—was standing in front of her. Mikan's hazel eyes widened and she cried, "Anna!"
"W-What?" Anna asked, mildly surprised by Mikan's outburst.
"It's you!"
Anna blinked her big blue eyes before she laughed nervously, "Yeah, it is me—"
"No, no!" Mikan shook her head, as she stood up from the couch and made her way to her; Mikan grabbed her hands, and held onto them as she exclaimed, "It's you, Anna, you! You can make me some breakfast!" And right on cue, Mikan's stomach gave a low thunder-like rumble.
Anna threw her head back and laughed out loud before she questioned, "How long have you been up for Mikan?"
"Too long!" Mikan replied with a pout on her face, "And I would love some maple syrup on my French Toast, please!" Anna tittered with laughter, as she slipped her hand away from Mikan and made her way to the kitchen, while answering, "French Toast it is, then!"
Isn't it incredible how food can take your mind off things? That's probably why big girls are happier than little lollipop girls who are dying to look good.
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End of Chapter Eighteen
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