Waaiii! Chapter three is here!
Okay, so I actually thought that I posted this up already, but then, since I felt like re-reading some of my earlier fanfics, I saw that there were only two chapters! O-O;;
Cripes! So I apparently I didn't post this up yet. (NO, really?!)
Anyway, I caught up a little on Stained Red and Frogs and Toads.
Anyway. Let's get on with the chapter.
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"Mikan…you must endure. Even when you're in pain, you must smile, for the master."
A tear rolled down her eye. Her mother… Azumi Yuka. She had loved her mother. They got along so well…her whole family. And then when she turned about six or so, everything started falling apart…her mother disappeared, and her father was left in charge of them. Not that she hated her father or anything, but he loved his wife very much, and was absolutely devastated when she left without warning. He went into a deep depression, and so Mikan was the one who took care of her little brother and herself.
"If…if I endure all the pain, and respect those in higher authority, mother, will you come back? I'll be good…I'll obey…please…don't leave me…"
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Mikan had been taught everything when she was little. It had all been crammed into her head after her mother left. Maybe, if she did well serving her masters, then maybe her mother would come back?
Tea ceremony, acting, music, singing, dancing, art, mathematics, athletics, and almost anything else you could think of. She could also speak foreign languages, including Spanish, French, Mandarin, Cantonese, English, Swedish… she was basically a genius.
Mikan had recovered, and was getting ready for class. She slowly slipped on her uniform, and stared at the gloves and boots. What would they all think of her now? After a few moments of her thoughts swirling around the room, she slipped on the gloves and boots. Should she even care anymore? It would just be like in the household where she was ignored by the other maids who hated her.
She grabbed the books that were left in her room yesterday night, and opened the door, and facing not the empty hallway and rays of light, but the owner of the seaweed-colored hair and catlike eyes.
"Mikan Sakura…" Sumire said, her voice dripping with venom.
"We'll have you take responsibility for slapping away Natsume-sama's hand," Another girl said, appearing from behind. More members of the Natsume-Ruka Fanclub.
"You're going to serve Sumire-chan from now on."
Mikan stared at them blankly. Another new master to serve…
Sumire smirked.
"Hold my books and carry them for me to class…my arms are tired."
Sumire dropped her (unusually) heavy books in Mikan's arms, and Mikan struggled to carry the weight.
"Mikan…you must endure…"
And she did, carry the books to the classroom, along with her own. They rest of the students stared at them. The poor girl...
"Shoda, why is Mikan carrying your (usually) heavy load of books?" Hotaru said bluntly, eating from a jar of crab brains.
Sumire smiled and stared at Mikan.
"She…Sumire-sama is my new mistress…" Mikan said quietly.
Hotaru glared Sumire.
"You don't have to serve her, you know."
Mikan shook her head.
"Mother…she always told me to obey my master."
"…"
Silence. Everyone stared at Sumire. She was taking advantage of the kind girl who didn't know anything besides how to serve a master.
The silence that seemed to last forever broke.
"Natsume-nii…" A small voice said.
They all turned around to see a small boy about the age of six. He had silver hair and teal eyes, and was rubbing his sleepy eyes with one hand. He was absolutely adorable.
Sumire's jaw dropped at the sight of the little boy.
"HIJIRI-KUUUN!! COME HERE!! COME TO ONEE-CHAN!"
The little boy's sleepy eyes immediately turned cold and cruel, and a hair on his head flung up and demons surrounded Sumire.
"I've told you to stop calling yourself that, hag. I only have one onee-chan, and I won't allow you to tarnish her name!"
Natsume smiled at this. This little boy was certainly protective of his sister.
"Y…Y-Youichi…" Mikan said quietly.
Sumire stopped screaming at the demons, and stared at Mikan.
"Oi, who do you think you are, calling Hijiri-kun by his first name? Only Natsume-sama ever calls him that," She said, glaring daggers at Mikan.
Youichi gave a quick glare at Sumire, which made her shut up. He turned back to Mikan.
"O...Onee…chan…?" Youichi whispered, though everyone could hear it.
Mikan smiled, a tears forming at the corner of her eyes. She brought a finger up to wipe it away, (still trying to balance Sumire's books) and tried hard to smile, though she wanted to burst out crying.
"I…Its…good to s-see you again…a-after seven years…"
Youichi ran over to her, and flung himself at her, hugging her like there was no end. Mikan lost her balance, and toppled over, flinging Sumire's books and papers everywhere in the process of falling.
Mikan placed a hand on Youichi's silver hair (Not caring that she flung Sumire's books) and smiled, tears running furiously down her cheeks. After a couple of seconds, she hugged him tightly, burying her face into his silver hair.
For the rest of the class break, they cried, rejoicing that they finally saw each other again, while everyone stared on in shock.
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Soon, at another break, when they finally stopped crying, Mikan and Youichi stood up, eyes red and puffy.
"Do…do you…know each other?" A girl named Anna asked.
Mikan smiled, a pure one this time, that Natsume blushed at, though no one noticed.
"I'm sorry! I guess none of you know…This is Youichi Hijiri of course, but his real name is Youichi Sakura. He's my younger brother."
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"NNNAAANNNIIII?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
The whole school shook with incredible force.
Sumire scoffed.
"I can't believe some kind of bitch like this is Hijiri-kun's older sister!! You-chan, come here…Sumire-onee-chan will be your big sister now!!"
Youichi sent his demons after her again.
"I told you, Mikan-nee is my only sister! I've finally found her now, and I won't forgive you if you hurt her!!"
"Y-Youichi…"
"So…how did you get here anyway, Youichi?" Hotaru said, still munching on crab brains.
"Ah, Hotaru-nee…" Youichi said, and smiled mischievously. His partner in crime.
"And how come you never told me that you were Mikan's sister?"
"Well, you never asked…"
Hotaru screwed the lid back onto her jar of brains, feeling a bit stupid.
"Anyway, how did you get here?"
Youichi thought for a while.
"Well, after Mikan-nee was taken away, and she told me to change my name, I stayed with Otou-san for a while…"
Mikan's eyes widened.
"Oh gosh, Otou-san! How is he?!"
Youichi eyes filled with sadness, and shook his head.
"Apparently, he died last year…"
Mikan held her arm and looked away.
"Then, Otou-san said something about an Alice…and then these people came, and then I was here…"
He pondered some more and gave up trying to bury up and of the little details.
"Anyway, Mikan-nee…what about you?"
"Erm…I've…been travelling a lot…I guess…"
Youichi stared at his older sister with his teal eyes.
Stare…stare….stare…stare…
After a few moments, Mikan looked away.
"Oh my!" She said, trying to escape from Youichi's accusing eyes.
"Sumire-sama's books are scattered everywhere!"
Youichi's eyes narrowed.
"Sama? Why are you adding –sama to her name?"
"…" Mikan sweat dropped. Sometimes, she felt that her younger brother was just too…too…uh…sharp?
"You're following after Okaa-san, aren't you?!" Youichi's voice got louder.
"You're following after her path by following orders, aren't you?! Listen, Mikan-nee, Okaa-san is most likely dead! She's left you for about ten years already! No matter how much you follow people's orders, Okaa-san isn't coming back!!"
Mikan's eyes widened. Okaa-san…he mother…Azumi Yuka…dead? No...
Just the thought made her shudder.
Mikan's face was solemn as she continued picking up the books.
"Even…even if Okaa-san is dead…this is what I choose to do. What else can I do?"
"Elder sister…you've learned so many different things from Mother!" Youichi said in English, demonstrating on of the many languages she knew.
"That doesn't matter!! What else can I do? I was raised like this, Youichi. I was raised to obey a master ever since I was born. What else can I do?!" Mikan replied in perfect English, too.
Youichi stared at her sadly. His sister was going through a lot. He knew this.
She continued picking up Sumire's books.
After School…
Mikan stared sadly at the sky, tears running down her face.
Mother…
She thought.
I'm sorry…for…not being good enough…
She stared at the sky some more. She closed her eyes, and rubbed away her tears.
Will…
Will there ever…
Will there ever be someone…
To free me…
From this accursed chains?
Will there ever be someone to let this tormented bird…out of its cage?
This broken soul…
Will there ever be someone?
Please…find me…
Okay, so, chapter three is finished, Woo! I'm being kicked off the computer now. DX
Youichi said "Elder Sister" and "Mother" because he was talking in English at the time. Since "Okaa-san" and "-Nee" is Japanese, (right? RIGHT?!) I tried translating it to what people say in English...but I really don't hear people saying "Elder Sister" anymore...hm. And I know Sumire is going a little far for just slapping away Natsume's hand. But...it's Sumire. Even though she's really not like this in the anime or manga...I think.
Anyway, Hope you enjoyed this chapter...this fanfic might be kind of depressing...-.-;;
Uh...
-brings out candle-
Oh, gaze at this wonderful brightness!
-stare stare stare stare stare-
Okay, no more.
-candle is still glowing-
Sooo...review?
:D
ACHOO!
Crap...I think I'm catching a cold...