Chapter Eight
Mizuki's View II
Mizuki wasn't sure about the sleepover, but it couldn't really be avoided. She had agreed with Ema, after all. There was no getting out of it, so no use trying.
"Hey, Ema, what are you doing with my fan fictions?" Mizuki had just noticed that Ema was playing around on her desk, leafing through the many papers that were resting there.
"Um, nothing?" Ema tried to sound innocent, but she didn't fool her friend. Mizuki crossed her arms, making a little pouty face. "Okay, fine. I was reading them, even though I have no context. You write really well!"
"Thanks, but leave my fan fictions alone!" Mizuki said furiously. "You know how I get when people bother my important work!"
"Sorry, Mizuki," Ema replied.
"Well, as long as you know," she said grudgingly. Mizuki really hated it when some person read her unfinished fan fictions. She felt like they were bad, not ready to show the world yet. It didn't make her any happier that she had recently gotten writer's block for everything but her newest story.
Her favorite books were about a group of cats who did everything based on a set of rules they called their code. It was one of the few fan fictions she had going, and she had decided that, since it was the second one she had created, it should be updated right after the first one, the "Flame Alchemist".
After hiding away her fan fictions, Mizuki promptly finished packing, ready to leave with all the necessities of a sleepover. Pajamas, a toothbrush and toothpaste, a hairbrush, and a change of cloth topped her list of important things. Along with those, she had packed her wallet, with its credit and debit cards ready for use.
"I'm all set. What food should we take long?" Ema asked Mizuki.
"I don't know," she replied. Thinking about it for a while, Mizuki guessed that Yuki would be happy with her favorite type of food, fried noodles with breaded chicken.
"Does Yuki like sushi? I can't remember, it's been so long since we've been in Japan, my memories may be faulty," Ema asked her.
"Yeah. She also likes yakisoba with carrots, spinach, and chicken. We should go get some of those. They'd probably cheer her up." Mizuki was tired, but more than willing to go get some food. Who knows what else they would find, browsing the shelves of a convenience store.
Two hours later, Mizuki was stressing herself to carry two large, heavy plastic bags filled to the brim with things that would entertain Yuki. Ema was also doing the same, it seemed, but she only had to carry one large bag, being shorter and weaker than Mizuki.
"Why are we bringing so much stuff again?" Mizuki asked. She wondered how she ended up agreeing to carry it in the first place.
"To entertain Yuki, duh! That's the whole purpose of our visit!" Ema replied.
"I thought it was to protect her from whatever made us so uneasy," Mizuki whispered under her breath. Ema, who had apparently heard, had on a sheepish expression. "Anyway, who's this crap really for, Ema?"
"Y-Y-Yuki!" Ema stuttered.
"Then why do you look so uncomfortable?" Mizuki hated it when her friends lied to themselves, so this was pissing her off. "Come on, out with it!"
"Well... I guess I got it for myself." A pause. "But she does like sushi!"
"So do you, it's your favorite food..." Mizuki said, trailing off. "Yuki likes yakisoba with a side of chicken most. Her favorite was when she visited the U.S. and ate at the Panda Express. She really likes that dish, most."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Still, that doesn't change the fact that she likes sushi."
"Well, yeah. Isn't that obvious?" Mizuki rolled her eyes. Sometimes, dealing with her friends could be a pain in the butt. She just wanted to get back to writing her fan fiction.