Hey all you beautiful people! I'm extremely happy that I got 3 reviews right away. Yays! No one guessed, but oh well. Read the author's note at the bottom, please. It has a bit of an information thing-a-majig.

To the anonymous reader (*_*) ; Heh. It's the Diana Region, since I changed my mind from constellations to Roman Gods. I changed it, thank you for telling me. Thank you for reviewing too! The story seemed a bit rushed when I went to Natsume... Eh.

Disclaimer: I like Gakuen Alice and all, but I'm not that creative.

Mikan sprinted back home, praying that her family didn't notice her half-hour walk. Damn prince. Damn clock. You know what, damn everything!

The girl slipped by the creaky wooden door, still praying that her mother didn't notice her disappearance. Quickly sprinting to the kitchen, she took carrots, celery, and potatoes, chopping them up into smaller amounts. She sliced three pieces of cold beef, and then sliced it into smaller amounts, then carefully decorating the meat with parsley and carrots, cooking the rest of the vegetables into a thick broth.

After ten minutes of stirring, a certain strawberry blonde came prancing inside, nose stuck in the air. She obviously was looking for food, for her hand was on her stomach.

"It smells good; you better not put any fat in there. I'm on a diet. I have to look gorgeous for the raven haired prince that will be mine to wed."

Mikan frowned. Not when he's a complete son of a bi-

"That stuff better not have anything that'll make me fat, alright? Of else your pay will go down to a cent and your room will be moved outside."

"Yes, yes, it's only soup with cold beef. Hardly anything that will make you gain weight. I'm almost positive you will like it," the brunette's eyebrow twitched, having her temper already taken out on the pain in the ass.

"Good. You're lucky we don't believe in that eat before 8 crap. Now, where's my dress?"

Mikan took a ladle and three small bowls of china out. As she was serving, she scowled at the thought of dear prince Hyuuga; or Natsume, if you will, "It's coming along very nicely. I'll give it to you after you finish your dinner, since the needles are still in the fabric," Mikan hid her face while she set the soup and meat onto the dining table, "I'll give it to you after the pasta is done. A small plate, since you are dieting, if I am correct?"

Luna shook her head, "No, that'll do."

Mikan smiled, a bit coldly too. She turned to the cooler and eyed some cooled pasta from the corner of her eye. Taking it out, she searched for the pasta sauce. Grabbing hold of the rather large jar, she dumped it into a clean pot, and sauteed it at a medium temperature for about 5 minutes. She scooped the noodles onto two small plates, and a dinner plate; she dumped the sauce onto the pasta. She put the three plates onto a tray; along with the appropriate utensils and napkins, and headed to the dining room.

It was a regular dining room; a chandelier hung from the centre of the dining table, and a red table cloth was laid onto it. A basket of stale bread was place in the middle along with spices. Six elaborate chairs were tucked in, with the other three occupied by of course; Luna, Shouda, and their mother; Yuka. The soup and the meat was untouched of course, so Mikan set the three plates down; the smaller ones to Luna and Shouda, and the regular dinner plate to Yuka. She placed the wrapped utensils beside each occupant, along with folded napkins.

Mikan bowed, and left the room with a "Hope you enjoy."

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"... a true gentleman deserves. I will now take my leave, princeHyuuga, Ruka."

Okay, I'm really pissed right now. A commoner, no, a servant just dissed me. That is way below sad. A servant that has not a drop of royal blood just dissed me.

"That girl pisses me off," I growled, irritation rubbing off on every syllable.

Ruka obviously was trying to calm me down. He pat my shoulder, trying to soothe my anger, "Now, now," He raised his hand s a calming manner.

I sighed. Though that I'm pretty angry, I have to look at this logically, or else I'll lose my sanity and pretty much go wild. Let's see... She didn't even announce her name, so I wouldn't be able to sue or over throw her family. Or her master's family, whatever, I don't care. What she said before...

"I am a servant currently residing at a certain place."

But I really can't believe she's a servant. Tch, this won't be good. I ran my hand through my hair, irritated as ever. I raised me head to look at the other prince. Wait, if I can just find out where she's from; I can completely ruin her life, thus satisfying my anger. She probably introduced herself to Ruka, so... Wait, why didn't she tell me her identity as well? She didn't seem like a very smart girl, and she obviously was kissing up to Ruka, with her politeness and humbleness. Ugh, now my blood pressure has rised a bit, this isn't good.

Ruka cocked an eyebrow while I glared holes through his skull. I had just thought of a great idea.

Ruka stared stared right ahead, immune to my intimidation, "What's going on through that head of yours? You're not stirring up some kind of - Wait, you aren't going to..."

I looked at him with a serious expression, though a small smile was set onto my lips, "I believe it'd be best if you addressed me as your, oh, I don't know, host?"

Ruka stared at me like I was an idiot. He threw his hands up in the air, a surrendering frown on his face, "If this will end up with the results of last time you tried that plan out," He pretended to push himself away, "Leave me out of it. That idiotic plan of yours will just have myself covered head-to-toe with ugly bruises. And because of you, Usagi was taken away for a month!!! A month, I tell you!"

I narrowed my eyes, a growl was about to rip out of my throat.

Ruka looked at me in the eye, a horrified expression slowly crept up to his face. He put his arms up instinctively, "Sorry about that, it's just that- Well, when it comes to her, well..."

I sighed. This is so like Ruka. Bursting out and then apologizing. Yep, he's one of those kind of guys.

But whatever. I'll have this plan ready in two days, "What's her name?"

"Cinderella."

What the hell?

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I've always hated my name. Whenever I hear it, it gives me the creeps. Mikan. Ugh, it sounds like it belongs to an orange headed fool. Yuck. Why couldn't it be more nicer, like, like Hotaru? Or maybe Luna? Those sound much better than Mikan. But what else is there to do? It's the name I grew up with, and I can't let it go right now, that would be horrible. What else would people call me? No way in hell Yuka would be my name. Let alone Citrus.

"ACHOO!" I sniffled. Great, I caught the bug. Maybe that spider bit me? Maybe I'll be the next Spider Woman! ... I'm poking fun, you know that, right?

"Do you have a cold, Mikan?"

I looked at Anna; my friend since when I started to work as a servant. She's someone that I can trust. She used to have a best friend, but they got separated when they were nine. I'd like to not go there, it's a rather sad story, really. Her name was Nonoko. They were like twins, until, like what I said, until they got separated at the age of nine.

I took out a dirty handkerchief, "No, I'm fine," I blew into the piece of cloth, stuffing it back into my pocket afterwards. I had grabbed two cold drinks from the cooler, one for me and another for Anna. I took a sip out of my drink. Yum, the taste of pure sugar, blended strawberries, and a touch of tea is really good.

Anna giggled, "Maybe someone's talking about you. You know, gossip? Or maybe it's a crush!"

I snorted, "Hell no."

My pink-haired friend cocked her head. She's really pretty, but she lives as a commoner. She comes every Sunday, just so she can talk to me.

I feel so relaxed with her. I laid back, and sighed.

And then someone hit me. Is this a rerun of yesterday?

"Oops, sorry."

I turned to glare at the person; partially because he hit me, and partially because I recognize that all too familiar voice, but I stopped half way. Yup, this is definitely a rerun.

"Ruka?"

The blonde looked down., "Oh, hey."

I put my face in my palm. Great, this again. I moved my hand to rub my temples, stress still in place.

But something, or someone nudged me, stopping my attempt to relieve some stress and pain. I turned to see who, but a voice was heard in my ear. I took another sip of my delicious mixture while I was at it. Yum.

"Hey, who's that cutie?" When I heard that Anna was thinking he was cute, I almost choked! Really, a guy who mistakes a servant for a a lady is really creepy! It gives me the goosebumps, big time! I stared at her, almost hoping my ears were crazy and that I had picked up the pronunciation incorrectly.

I coughed, "What?!"

Ruka cocked his head, "Huh?"

I narrowed my eyes, scanning his face. Well, he is kinda cute. And those pretty blue eyes are really nice... Big, and gorgeous... Wait, am I checking him out?! Stop it Mikan, stop it!

"Whatever, but what's up, Cinderella?"

"Huh?" I cocked an eyebrow. Oh wait, that's my alias! Shit!

This time he cocked an eyebrow. He's been doing that too much, "That is your name, as you told me the day before, am I right, Cinderella?"

Anna giggled. She better not spill this to the others, "Her name's not Cinderella," Curse you, Anna!!!

The bloody foreign prince raised an eyebrow, "Then what's her name?"

The traitor giggled again, I am so going to tell her off after, "Her name's Mikan."

I frowned. I punch her, but she's my friend. Friends don't punch other friends, unless they're having a huge, emotional breakdown. Yup, I had to do that to Anna when she first told me about Nonoko.

Ruka... Giggled? Whoa, that will be blackmail. A prince... Giggled. Extremely hard to believe. Should've brought a camera. Blackmail, here I come! But looking at his expression, he's either making fun of me, or he's found out I like princess stories. Either way, I'm screwed.

I narrowed my eyes as I watched the bastard laugh his way through hell. Yep, he's thinking that I'm a huge orange-headed goof. I don't like my name. I hate it. Well, might as well know what's going on in his mind...

"What are you giggling about?"

"Huh?"

"I said, what are you giggling about?"

His face became blank. Interesting, "What are you talking about? I wasn't giggling."

"But you were-"

"Don't be a pest."

A familiar voice reached my ears, "Yeah, Mikan, don't be a pest," I could almost see that smile.

I sighed, "Okay, what are you going to do to me? Yell? Get your knights out?"

He just stared at me like I was a one eyed buffoon, "Huh?"

"I lied to a prince of a foreign country. I don't think that I could get off that easily. Plus, you think my name is horrible. That explains your giggling; don't worry, I think it makes me sound like an orange headed idiot too. Save your words."

He still stared at me.

I glared, "What? If I just hit bullseye, than leave with your horse! I don't give a damn anymore."

He made a shoo-shoo gesture to Anna, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her nod, stand up, and run quietly to how-the-hell-should-I-know.

"I don't think it makes you sound like an orange headed buffoon," He away from my eyes.

Huh?

I turned, hoping I didn't misinterpret, "What... What did you just say?"

"What I meant to say, is that I don't think your name is that bad, Mikan."

Not good. Not good at all. That made my heart skip a beat. The way he said it.

Mikan.

This is just great.

"I actually like your name. It reminds me of the grove I have back home. I think it's beautiful, Mikan."

He's a bastard.

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"Hotaru?"

The cold 16-year old fairy turned, "What is it?"

"Your client is experiencing a few problems."

"What are they? I have to know. This client is giving me a good pay, with all the pictures and fan-service excluded."

The assistant laughed nervously, "Well, it's code 145."

Hotaru widened her eyes, and frowned, "Send in Shadow. Get him to eliminate the other prince, I don't care which one, and make him fall for someone, so in love, that it's stronger than lust. I don't need two of them."

The assistant saluted, swatting a fly while he was at it.

"Yes ma'am," he marched out of the room, texting furiously on his Raspberry (1), obviously trying to locate the person with the alias his boss had just mentioned.

Hotaru bit her lip, trying to hide her shock. She looked at the poster, scanning it, and found the code:

Code 145: Client has two candidates for love. Client is falling for both of them, unconsciously. Is a serious matter, and level is red. May end in tragedy if not dealt with seriously.

"So I wasn't wrong. This is just great."

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"Ugh!" I threw my only pillow onto my tiny bed.

I think it's beautiful, Mikan.

I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and heart beating, face pink.

Mikan.

I turned to face my stuffed animal, a tattered and dirty bear. A friend gave it to me. His name; Kaname.

Mikan.

Picking it up, I embraced it, smelling a gentle breeze of lavender, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the moment of piece.

Mikan.

I set the bear down in the corner, placing it neatly over a pillow, tucking a blanket over it.

Mikan.

I sighed, looking up at the stars.

Mikan.

"Bear," I whispered, gently picking him up again, looking at him straight in the eye.

I think it's a beautiful name, Mikan.

A blush came over my face, "Bear, I think I'm in love."

That was so cheesy.

But let's end it on that note. You probably know who the poor girl's in love with, right? Anyways, to clear things up if you're confused, I'll explain in the next chapter, okay? I put a few things here and there, and I'm praying it doesn't seem rushed. I'm not all that good going into detail, so... Blah. This is my fastest update (Yes, I know, I'm surprised too) , so you might see me updating my other stories, sooo, yeah.

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(1) Raspberry: Blackberry? Get it?