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Previously: "I want my stuff Crazy Man! Or else deals off!"

Doki Doki

I sat pouting in my chair. I can't believe I am stuck here. Mei looked at me and frowned, placing her hands on her hips. "Stop pouting or your face will freeze like that." I let a small smile grace my face, "You sound like a mom." "No, I just said what you always say when I make a face." She said with a victorious smirk. My smile fell instantly into a playful glare. I could hear Sho and the others, including the annoying Troll, laughing or chuckling behind me.

I went back to pouting, staring at the food that I cooked. I completely lost my appetite because of the Crazy Man. I felt a small hand be placed on my shoulders, I looked up to see Nanami looking down at me worriedly. "You should at Jun-onee-chan." I shook my head to with an 'uh uh' and went back to sulking. "Why not?" "I lost my appetite."

She sighed and I sighed along with her. "I should have never got my degree." I said softly but apparently I was heard. "How did you get such a high degree?" I looked up lazily, leaning my head on my hand, to see Masato being the questioner.

"I have an eidetic memory. Meaning I can remember everything I see and read. I read all the time, I read everything. So I easily skipped grades. By the time I was 10 I was already in my first year of college. I passed by each grade with ease. I already knew what I wanted to be, and I had a scholarship, so I just went ahead and did it. The random moving around because of my father's job just made it easier. I just studied all the time."

I looked down, suddenly sad. "It was sad, though, since that is all I did. I spent every day just doing the work to pass the time. My parents encouraged this, never not taking a chance to show off their 'genius daughter.' I read for fun, of course. But I just did the work. I believed that the sooner I get into a college is the sooner I can stay in one place and not just move having no permanent home."

I looked up at Haruka than back down and my folded hands. "The summer I met Haruka was one of the best in my life. I actually spent a summer on myself. Taking a year off from college to be a kid. Haruka didn't know who I was so she wasn't put off by me, she actually liked me for me. As a person, a friend, not some strange weirdo girl who believes she better than anyone else. No one wanted to go near me believing that I did think I was better than them. That I was too smart so I wouldn't understand them or want to be with them, treating me like an alien." I spoke the last word with an acidic tone, remembering all the hurt I felt at not fitting in.

"So, I spent all the time I could that summer just being a kid. A young teenager with a friend for the first time in her life. I started drawing again, reading fiction, and talking. When I went back to college I felt refreshed and went for my PhD."

"How did you meet Mei than? Unless she is a genius too." Otoya asked and looked at Clair at the last part. "She kept me from going to jail." "Mei, stop trying to freak them out and tell them the truth." I told her with a playful tone.

She sighed in an exaggerated manner, "Fine. Your no fun~. Okay," She clapped her hands to begin the story, "Well Junny, here, loved to draw and loved Japan, so do I. I found her drawing an anime character from Fruits Basket. And started talking to her, we clicked right away! We liked the same characters and shows. We started meeting at the park and became friends. She even helped me with my school work, and that led to me finding out she is a girl genius. I didn't care, I found my fellow Otaku!" She yelled the last part and hugged me.

"So, Kitten, why didn't you tell us about your 'genius'?" "Ren must you refer to me with that nickname? And it isn't important. I want people to take the time to get to know me, not think of me as a freak because of it." I told Ren hoping the subject would be dropped. I turned to leave the room, deciding that I could use some time to think and plan.

"Where are you going?" Cecil asked curious. I kept moving forward, deciding not to turn my head to look at the talented singer, "I need to find a place to think." I walked away with my head held high, not wanting them to know how sensitive I am to this subject.

After all, I am the strong girl who doesn't waver at anything. At least, that is what I want them to think. '

I walked down the corridors, steadily, not missing a beat or messing up the rhythm of my walk. When I believe, and know, that I am far enough from the others I run. Run and run until I am in an unfamiliar area. 'Then again, I haven't really explored my new home.'

I turned in place to explore the dark area. I see its dark so I mostly see the silhouette of the room. I reach into my pocket for my precious Hercules, also known as my phone. I used its screen as a flashlight to illuminate the dark room. I saw a light bulb with a chain a few feet away from me. I walked towards the welcome bringer of light and pulled the cold chain.

The light flickered before giving a solid glow. I looked at the room and gaped at it. It looked old, unused and in my mind beautiful. It is away from the others, a solitude that I could make mine.

It was a room that when I looked back out the door I saw stairs. 'I didn't even realize I ran up some stairs.' I swept dropped at my lack of observation. I looked back around. I saw a wooden table that had three legs and a cobweb that went from one leg to the underside of the table. Some chairs were around the room. An old rug was in the middle of the room that managed to stay in decent condition. A bookshelf that had some worn, old books in it, cobwebs littered the bookshelf. Straight in front of me was a window jutting out that had a bench like storage area. 'A window seat?' I thought to myself guessing that was what it was. I looked to my right and saw that in front of a window, that went from the ceiling to the floor, was a desk.

I walked to the desk and saw that the room subtly went from a welcome sitting room area to a work area room. There was a filing cabinet a few feet away from the desk. It had another bookshelf, though it was smaller, and it was empty.

'I could make this room mine. No one is obviously using it, or had used it in years. It needs some dusting and polishing. And it could also use some up-to-date technology and décor. Maybe, just maybe, this could be my work and personal area.' I smiled to myself. I can make this work.

I looked at my iPhone, typed in a few things to pinpoint this area of the dorm/mansion. This way I can find my way back to this room, my room. I left the room and took the chance to look around and find landmarks so I could find my way back. I, somehow, found my way back to the sitting room of this place.

The others looked at me. They stared at my person. I knew I was smiling and wished them all a goodnight. I headed back to my room and pulled out a notebook. I walked to the desk in my bedroom and sat down in the computer chair. I pulled a black pen out of the mug filled with pens, led pencils, and markers. I wrote down everything I needed for the new room I found, my room. Filing folders, books, notebooks, binders, lamps . . .

I eventually felt my eyes grow heavy with sleep, exhausted with the events that happened today. I yawned widely and stood up. Grabbed pajamas, brushed my teeth and hair absent mindedly, and walked to the welcoming fluffy bed. I fell onto the plush bed and pulled my soon warmed with body heat comforter. I fell into the sweet land of dreams that was always welcome to me. It, after all, was a way to escape reality.

1000% Love

Well this chapter was different. I just started writing and didn't want to stop.

Who do you think Mei and Junsuina should be with?

Should Jun-chan get her stuff back from her home? Should everyone, or anyone, go with her to get it?

Please review1 I would appreciate your input. No flames!

I don't own UtaPri or Fruits Basket.