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Chapter Seventeen Shopping with the Rich
Mikan thought she may have made a mistake when she agreed to go shopping with Yui, Rai and Momo. She did promise that she would pick up something to wear for the two parties, though she couldn't drag Haruhi if she tried.
Kyoya promised that he would take care of Haruhi's outfit and not to worry.
"Yui what are you doing?" Mikan asked as she stepped out the limo. The blonde had taken off her boots slipping on a pair of heels.
"What? These are my shopping shoes." She answered as she pulled on her purse and the doorman opened the door greeting each of them by last name.
Mikan blinked. That was different. She glanced around feeling a little out of place and over whelmed in her jeans, while the girls wore heels, and cute little outfits.
Yet her mom always ,said act like you own the place and they'll belive it. So she smiled as she flipped her hair walking with a straight back trying hard not to waddle with her feet.
She had been lucky getting a day of from dance, since they were running through show rehersals. There was nothing she could help out with, without being in the way. Half the company would probably be breathing easy knowing she wouldn't be called on to critique.
"Mikan over here." Rai called as they headed up the stairs, to a posh boutique. Where the ball gowns glittered on the show room floor.
Mikan let the girls direct her where to go as they admired the dresses, but moving towards a back room where a smiling employee greeted the,.
"Hello. Welcome. And what are we shopping for today?"
"Winter ball gowns." They answered together.
"But something fuctional." Mikan interjected, "I don't want a cup cake dress. Some thing that perferbly doesn't drag the floor, because it's going to be crowded and there will be stairs."
"Ah." The sales lady smiled, seemingly happy with being given details, "Any colors I should bring back? You look about a size eight."
"No white. And yes that's right." Mikan answered as the other three took a back seat, waiting until she wandered away to look at their friend.
"Wow Mikan.' Yui whispered, "We usually just try on anything they bring."
"Well, you have to give them a little boundries." She shrugged sitting down, "Aren't you guys going to try on anything?"
"Pft." They shrugged taking a seat in the private back room on the bench.
"I already have a dress.' Yui admitted, "My Aunt imported it from Russia."
"Oh. The peach one?' Rai asked excitedly, "I'm getting one from my mother. It's part of my Christmas present."
"So I'm the only one?" Mikan huffed exasperated as the three girls giggled, "I think you guys have been planning this."
'Maybe." they answered looking at each other, "The host club is known for shopping here."
"Is that it?" She asked, "You guys can sit with us at lunch."
"No. We want to observe them." Yui whispered, "It's fun that way." Mikan blinked, these three never failed to fansciante and confuse her. They seemed to make it a game, to keep their distance from the host club, but then follow giggling the whole time.
"Will these do?" The sales lady smiled as she walked in with two racks full of brightly colored gowns.
"Yes. Thank you." Mikan smiled as she slowly began to go through each of the dresses. Blue. Yellow. Green. Low cut. High Cut. Spaggettie string. Tube top.
"This is the last one I'm afraid." The sales lady sighed as she held up the tube top aqua blue dress with a slight peaking silver ruffle around the edge as she stood neck to the two racks of dresses that had either swam to much, wrong color, wrong fit, or anything else her friends could come up with.
Mikan slipped it on and imeaditly thought she was in a ballet costume, as the itchy ruffle brushed against her legs. She would just have to wear a pair of leggings she smiled as she twirled in front of the mirror.
"I love it." Mikan smiled not bothering to ask for the price, knowing she would flinch. It wasn't like she wouldn't be able to afford, and she had hardly spent any money since her mom had assigned an allowance. She would just count it as part of her winter collection.
It used to be that they would shop at the mall, maybe come home with a few ten dollar shirts if they were lucky. The cheapest things here translated to about 98 dollars by american dollars, and that was a simple barrette. She felt her heart stop just walking through the one dress shop at gowns that were selling easily for 10,000 and up.
Pocket change, she reminded herself as her own dress rang up about 890 dollars or 83, 866. 72 in yen.
She had never spent that much on anything in her closet, well at least until now.
She fumbled with shopping bag, thanking the sales woman again before they headed to the next store at a brisk pace. The girls chatting about everything, like what they want for Christmas.
"What about you Mikan?" Rai asked
"Me?' Mikan asked pointing to herself, "A pony."
"Really? I just asked for clothes." Rai shrugged
"Oh I asked for new Jimmy choo's." Yui yelled clapping her hands together.
"Books." Momo sighed, "Lots of books."
"Wow. Really?" Mikan asked surpised, "You didn't pass for the reading type."
"Oh well." Momo blushed, "Hey look their having a sale!"
Mikan blinked as the three rushed forward to a rack of shirts, that again more expensive then anything thought possible, and each different.
She hung out in the back glancing around. She felt a tap on her shoulder as a sales lady asked very politely, "Can I help you?"
Mikan smiled, "No. I haven't found anything that's really caught my fancy."
"I meant help you find the exit." The sales lady continued to smile, "You seem lost."
"I do." Mikan laughed as she smiled wider and then said very serious, "Then I'm afraid your mistaken."
"Your dress if not store apporaite. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." The woman glared as she maintained her smile.
The hell I will woman, Mikan thought to herself as she raised an eyebrow though her cofidence was beginning to flatter. She glanced for Yui or Rai or Momo, but they were no where to be seen. She was on her own.
"So please reiterate." Mikan started, "Your saying that my designer jeans are not approiate for your store, which specializes in jeans like mine?"
"I don't believe anything your wearing could pass for designer." She huffed, "Now please leave."
"No." Mikan replied smiling wider if possible as she moved past the woman, "I will not leave. Now excuse me I have to find my friends."
"I am the manager of this establishment and I rather not have your kind in my store. We maintain a certain image." The woman stopped her, "Now please leave."
Mikan raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Very well. Momo! Rai! Yui!"
The three popped up from the back, carrying their varied selections of clothing that they seemed like they were ready to try on.
"Listen I'm apparently not dressed to shop in this store. I'll meet you three later, by the way I wouldn't buy the jeans. They give off the wrong image." Mikan smiled as the manager stared on the side.
The girls shot a glance to her and back to Mikan, confused as Yui said, "Okay. We'll see you around."
"I'll have my phone." Mikan smiled as she walked out of the store feeling accomplished, and hoping to god in heaven she never treated any one, like the 'manager'.
"Mikan?"
She had been lost in her own world as she stopped dead flipping to see Tamaki waving at her.
"Hi puppy." He smiled hugging her, "What are you doing here?"
"Dress shopping. 'She answered holding up the bag, "You?"
"Suit." He answered holding up his assorment of bags, "Are you here alone?"
"Nah. My friends are up there in the store." She answered
"Then why are you out here?" He asked confused.
"I, ah, didn't see anything I like.' She lied, "Listen you mind showing some good places to pick up clothes. I'm new to this."
"Of course." He smiled as she trialed behind him, "Aren't you a little poor to be shopping here?'
"Nope." She answered with a shrug. Tamaki never ceased to amaze her. One minute he was all love and hugs and the next he was insulting her.
"Tamaki what would you do if a sales employee asked you to leave a store based on how you were dressed?" Mikan asked after a minute of silence passed.
"Well, not that it would ever happen to me, but I would politely ask to speak to the manager and ask if it was nessecary that my family contact them." He answered, "That usually never happens. The second step.'
"Ah." Mikan nodded, "Good to know."
She drifted through a few stores, but there wasn't anything she wanted. No that was a lie. She wanted to sit down.
"Do you guys have places to sit?" She asked as she rubbed her feet, "Like a bench?"
"Sure." He answered, "Though they're probably nothing what commoner benches are like."
She stared at the metal bench, sinking down as she yawned taking off her shoes to get to her feet.
"What's wrong with your feet?" he asked as she rubbed her socked feet.
"They just hurt." She answered, "We've been walking for the last three hours."
"Ah." Tamaki nodded ,"So I heard you're having a party?"
"Just a small social gathering." She shrugged. He blinked, from what Kyoya told him he didn't think 140 people counted as a small number, but then again he was used to 300 people for a single birthday.
He blinked again, "Mikan you're not poor are you?'
"Wow." She gasped, "How long did it take you to figure it out?"
"Sorry for insulting you." He said seriously as he bowed. She thwacked him over the head, "Tamak-sempi. Please never apologize for who you are. And thank you."
"What are your parents involved in?" he asked after another minute.
"Parent. Dad's dead." Mikan told him continuing before he could continue to apologize for his ignorance, "Mom's a famous novelist. You find me a book store I probably can show you a copy."
"Yes. I will buy a copy myself. In order to support your mother's talent. To show that I support her daughter. We take care of our puppy."
Mikan blinked, as her phone rang, "Forget it. I've got to go meet my friends. Later Tamaki."
"But-but." He started as she walked away, calling over her shoulder, "Call Kyoya if your lonely."
The three were laughing again as Momo held up a copy of the book, "Mikan what were you doing with Tamaki?"
"Making mad love to him." Mikan answered in a dead tone, as they laughed harder, "What do you got there?"
"Your mother's novel. She writes very well." Momo smiled as she opened up the book already partly through the first chapter, "Does she only write fantasy?'
"It is her forte." Mikan admitted, "You guys buy much?"
Yui blushed as she tired to hide her shopping bags, "Yum-yum came out with a few new shoes, and I saw a few shirts I just would die to have."
"Ah." Mikan nodded as she suddenly felt silly with her one bag, "Hey is their like a dance store?'
"Oh yeah. It's called Bleeding Toes. Funny name for a store." Momo told her as she took lead.
Mikan had to laugh, suddenly wanting very badly to hurry up and arrive. Whoever owned it, must have had a wicked sense of humor about dancers.
The store itself was small compared to everything else in the mall. The usual assortment of pointe shoes and leotrads. Only they had an entire half floor dedicated to testing out the shoes themselves, with shelves of various brands and sizes.
Mikan saw ballet skirts, in colors she had never imaginged. Finally a store she could relate to, where she felt at home. She could easily spend a small fortune in here, on supplies alone.
She remembered her ratty pointe shoes, the one 's stained black that were starting to give foot cramps from being worn down.
"Hey if you guys don't want to wait around." Mikan started, but they seemed happily occupied admiring jeweled encrusted pins and bun holders.
She walked over to the nearest sales lady, asking to try on a pair of pointe shoes.
"Chacott I know are native." Mikan commented, "I'm a size nine and half. I usually wear Gaynor Miden, but lately they've been wearing down faster then what's normal."
"Then it's probably best to try a Chacott.' The lady agreeded as she pulled boxes from the shelves, as Mikan rolled up her jeans wishing she had worn stockings, as she pulled on the footies. They would give almost the same feel as a pair of stockings, but nothing could beat the feel of a new pair of stockings in a shoe.
She pulled on the ouchies as she tested out the shoes, her ribbons perfectly placed as she went through basic steps.
"Ah. You're an advanced dancer. How long have you've been studying?" The woman asked as she watched Mikan turn three times in a perfect piroutte, prancing about in easy jumps, extending her left leg to the back in aerobasque as she rose up.
"Since I could walk." Mikan answered, "My mom decided it would be a good idea to give me some grace, since I always tripped over my own feet."
"I see. You seem to favor your right ankle."
"I am recovering from spraning my left." She explained
"Ah. Then it's natural. Is your right or left stronger?" She asked bending down to fiddle with her shoes, feeling the shank.
"My left usually." Mikan answered staring as she glanced around the store. The three had moved back to where the tap and jazz shoes were admiring the variety of hip hop warm up clothes and leg warmers.
"Yes. These seem a good fit." The woman stood as she walked away, "Remember to not to over extend. Go ahead and continue to test them. It's a good idea to make sure."
Mikan smiled as she danced to an invisible beat, trying to loosen up the back support, to make it more comfortable.
"Is this your first pair?"
She glanced at the girl who asked. She was wearing a string of pairs, and a polo looking on like a teacher getting ready to correct her first student.
"No." Mikan answered returning to stretching the shoe. Something about this girl made her uneasy, like the sales lady, she seemed to judge by first glance.
"Oh. I'm here to get a pair myself. I just landed the lead in my school's production of the Nutcracker." She answered beaming.
"Clara?" Mikan asked,"Which school."
"Oh I'm sure you've never heard of it. It's called Ouran. 'She answered.
Mikan smirked to herself, but decided she play stupid, "Oh no. I haven't. You must be very good."
"Well. I have been dancing for the last five years.' She smiled, "My mother's the director."
Mikan nodded, as she looked down at her feet. The girl wore open toed flats, though her feet looked, well pretty, and taken care of. None of the tell tale signs of wearing or scabbing. Not even a blister.
"What brand do you wear?' Mikan asked, "And are you buying for the show? Because if these are class shoes then you might want to go for a soft shank."
"I know that." The girl snapped crossing her arms, huffing, "Do you mind finishing up? So I can get on with my fitting."
"There's plenty of room." Mikan smiled, "But I am done breaking in these shoes."
She couldn't resist doing one last pirouette as she extended to the front before she plopped down onto the floor to un do her ribbons.
"I can do that." The girl commented, as Mikan only nodded.
"I'm sure you can. It's a mandatory move for some companies redition of the Nutcracker." She answered as she carefully placed the shoes back into their box and standing up from the floor after she slipped on her bright pink chucks walking away.
The girl stood by the floor tapping her foot, waiting for sales assitant to help. Mikan glanced around for the woman who had helped her, but she was no where to be seen.
She shrugged finding her friends once again at the glass counter admiring the jeweled pins.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Rai asked
"Oh you got shoes! Are they for your dress?' Yui asked
Mikan laughed, "Uh no. And yes I did. New pair of pointe shoes."
"Ah." They nodded, though Mikan was sure they had no idea what she was talking about.
"Now I need some real shoes." She muttered as she swung her shopping bags, "Something I can run around in, I'm going to be serving at this party."
"Shoes!' Yui clapped excitedly as she led them off through the stores.
Mikan glanced over her shoulder once or twice, she couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched.
"She already picked her dress, but not her shoes.' Tamaki explained as the twins now followed him through the mall.
They had caught him trying to fight an old woman for the last copy of a fantasy novel that seemed suited for a younger generation.
"We didn't know her mom was a writer." They murmured flipping through the novel. They had found a whole pile in the fantasy section, yet to be touched.
"I didn't either. Did you know her fathers dead?" Tamaki asked, "I feel horrible not knowing anything about our puppy."
"Yes it does make you horrible." The twins agreed as Tamaki turned to ash glaring at them, "What are we doing here again?"
"We have to follow our puppy. Make sure she isn't getting into trouble." Tamaki explained.
"Spying?' The twins smiled, "We like it."
They watched her go into some store called bleeding toes, coming out with a small bag.
"She shops at weird places." Tamaki commented as they waited until they got far enough ahead for them to tail behind.
"What else did find out about the puppy?' The twins asked intrigued as they waitied for her as she entered a shoe store.
"She's not a commoner." Tamaki answered. The twins mocked gasped, as they laughed, "We had to begun to assume that. Esspecailly with talk of the party she's hosting. No mere commoner would be able to host such a venue."
"True." Tamaki agreed, "Nor would they be shopping in such an exclusive host of boutiques and specialty stores."
"Very true." The twins nodded, "Who taught her to dress. She looks like a hobo."
"She's not used to wearning the finer things." Tamaki explained, "Don't mention it to her."
"We won't." the twins answered rolling her eyes, "She does have a good taste in shoes."
"Yeah the silver will go nice with the dress." Tamaki agreed as he peered from his spot on the floor behind the giant potted tree.
"Tama-chan?"
Tamaki jumped as he turned to see Honey and Mori.
"What are you doing?" Honey asked
"Uh." Tamaki had to think of an excuse and fast. He turned to the twins who shrugged scooting away leaving him on his own.
"Uh. I'm looking for a dime I dropped." he answered, "What are you doing here Honey?"
"Me and Takashi are here for our suit fittings." He smiled, "For the Christmas parties!"
"Ah. Um. Have to go." Tamaki smiled as he grabbed his own bag running off into the crowd.
"Bye Tama-chan." Honey smiled as he stared after the fast moving host club king, as the puppy walked out of the store as Honey waved to her.
"You stalkers!" She hissed, "How long have you been following me? Where's Tamaki? Are the twins here as well?'
"What?" Honey asked confused as Mikan sighed, dragging her three friends who waved before running down the strip to the left disappearing into the crowd.
"Takashi?" Honey glanced at his tall friend, who shrugged, "She dropped her shoes."
He picked up the bag as he read of the label, "Bleeding Toes. Ahh! What kind of horrible store is that?"
"Dance." Mori told him pointing to the figure on the bag who seemed to be in to stuck in some uncomfortable pose.
"Oh. Dance?" Honey asked as he opened the bag pulling out a box, pulling pair of shoes, "What do you think these are?"
Mori shrugged as Honey touched them, "We probably should try and find her. She'll be missing her shoes."
He seemed to find something silly, in the shiny shoes banging them together, before he placed them back in the box and then in the bag. "There!" He smiled as he grabbed Mori's hand, "We need to find her."
"She's with friends." Mori started, "Maybe tommorow."
"K!" Honey smiled as he headed in the oppisite direction, "Lets go get some cake."
Mori smiled letting Honey lead him away.
"Why do boys feel the need to follow me?' Mikan asked, "It's like there you guys, but there following me."
"Well you're something interesting.' Rai offered, "What with your pink hair and unusual style of dressing. We're not used to it."
Mikan couldn't argue with that as she stuffed some kind of pastry down her mouth, she hadn't realized how hungry she had been until they had stopped at a restraunt , or how much her feet hurt.
"Anymore stores or can we go home?" Mikan yawned, "I'm beat."
"Yeah I don't think my arms can carry any more bags." Yui nodded as she held up her arms that each held at least six bags.
"No. I'll have the limo brought round." Momo waved her hand as she pressed signal button on her phone, "There. To the front lobby."
"You know. We'll have seen the entire host club tonight, except for-"
"Mikan?'
Mikan shut her mouth as her friends giggled madly waving to Kyoya, who returned a small smile.
"Hey. We were just leaving." She told him.
"Really? I wanted to talk to you about something. If your friends don't mind of course."
The girls shook their head no, as they said good bye waving and giggling running away, as Mikan felt her heart stop. She didn't know why, but there always something ominous when Kyoya wanted to speak to her.
"Ah, am I in trouble in any way?" She asked staring at him and feeling like she was about to be reprimanded by a parent or worse a ballet instructor for screwing up something obvivous.
He blinked, raising an eyebrow, "Have you done anything to be desvered of being repremended?"
"No." She answered ,'I haven't. Bad experience. Sorry."
"Really?" He asked intrigued, "What would that be?"
"I was just asked to leave a store by a sales lady. I was just standing there and she decided I didn't belong." Mikan shrugged, "I guess she thought I was 'riff raff'."
Kyoya had to laugh at that at least mentally, trying to imagine the cute puppy as being bad, "Interesting. No I wanted to see the dress you purchased."
"Oh. Yeah sure." She answered as she pulled out the blue dress, "Only one I liked."
"It will do." He agreed as she stuffed it away again.
"Is that it?' She asked feeling silly, standing in the middle of the ebb and flow of traffic, next to a table.
"How are your feet?"
"Fine. They hurt. But that's normal." She answered with a shrug, "What are you doing here?"
"Getting Haruhi's suit." He answered, "Do you think you can manage to produce a dress? '
"Dress?" Mikan repeated, "What kind of dress?"
"Simple. Elegant. Something Haruhi can wear that won't require her to suddenly gain a chest." He answered
"Sure." Mikan shrugged , "And the reason you couldn't call me?'
"Did you drop anything?" He asked as she suddenly rooted through her bag, feeling her heart stop. She had lost her 68 dollar pointe shoes.
"You lost your pointe shoes?" He asked knowingly
"Yeah. I must have left them as I came out of the shoe store." She answered avoiding his gaze.
"Your very lucky." He told her as he pointed behind as Honey came running up with her shoes, "They wanted to wait until tommorow, but I figured you'd have a heart attack other wise."
"Honey you found my shoes?' She asked smiling, "Aww thank you."
"Your welcome Mika-chan." He smiled as he gave her the bag, "Kyoya called and said he had found you and we might as well come and give them to you."
'Thank you." Mikan smiled again, feeling a rush of relief , "So much."
"See you tommorow." Kyoya smiled as he walked away, disappearing with his own bag.
"Do you need a ride home Mika-chan?" Honey asked, as Mikan seemed suddenly flustered by a message on her phone.
"Yeah. Seems the girls had to leave, something about blocking traffic." Mikan answered with a sigh,"You wouldn't mind would you."
"Nope. Right Takashi?" Honey asked as Mori was silent as usual following behind Honey as Mikan walked to the right of him.
"Did you guys get all you needed?" She asked swinging her bag, carefully placing everything in her the one bag with her dress as not to lose anything.
"Yep. We had cake, and our suits." Honey went on and on as Mikan nodded her head finding it hard to keep up with the little guy.
"Is this your regular house Mika chan?" he asked as he glanced out the window of the limo.
She glanced up at the Victorian home that peered from the hills behind the trees, nodding , "Yep. Thanks for the ride guys." She hadn't even realized they had arrived at her house until Honey had said something. She felt herself nodding off in the car.
"Bye Mika-chan." Honey waved as well as Mori this time, before the limo pulled away.
She walked up and into the house, as Kagame waved hello, "How was the mall?"
"Interesting." Mikan answered rubbing the back of her neck, "Hey Kagame you wouldn't happen to have a dress would you?'
Kagame seemed to choke on what ever she was eating "A dress? I think I have like one from my middle school days."
"Oh come on. One?" Mikan asked, "Where is it?"
"Up stairs. Probaly in some box, in my closet." Kagame answered as Mikan disappeared up the stairs, "Your not planning on wearing it are you?"
"No." Mikan answered as she opened the door rooting through the mess and various oddities, "Hey I was looking for that."
She pulled out the simple long pink dress, with the odd flower arrangement under the right strap. "Gah! Kagame how could you even wear this monstrosity?"
"What? I was going through a phaze." She yelled up the stairs as Mikan brought the dress down stairs.
"Hey which door is the laundry room?" Mikan asked as she walked down the hall, passing by several doors, "Is it the blue door?"
"No I think that's the ball room." Kagame warned as Mikan found herself covered in mountain of balls a moment later.
"Yep." Kagame nodded, "That's the ball room. We should start labeling."
"That is true." Mikan answered as she tried the purple door, "Oh yeah this is it." She walked in to the standard washer and dryer dumping in the dress. She didn't even want to know what was on the dress, after being in Kagame's closet for years on end. She picked up the ringing phone, forgetting that they even had a phone in the laundry room.
"Hello? Grandma? What? What party?" Mikan asked as Kagame's voice suddenly came over, "Mikan hang up!"
Mikan blinked putting the phone back as she came out, "Hey Kagame-" but Kagame was on the portable phone in deep converstation.
"Right." Mikan nodded walking upstairs half tempted to pick up the phone herself. She needed somebody crafty, somebody like Ayumi.
'Ayumi!" Mikan yelled as she ran into her sisters room, climbing up the stairs to the loft where Ayumi seemed to pour over several books at once taking notes.
"What?' She asked glancing at Mikan who seemed out of breath as she laid on the bed.
"Kagame being all secretive." Mikan smiled, "I want you to listen in."
"Home phone?" Ayumi asked as she picked up the phone slowly pressing it to her ear.
"What's she saying?" Mikan whispered
"She wants an extra large cheese pizza." Ayumi answered hanging the phone back up, "Don't you have homework?"
"Yeah." Mikan rolled her eyes, getting off the bed , "See you later."
Ayumi waved from the top loft, watching and waiting until she disappeared to pick back up the phone.
"Yes. No I haven't told anyone else."
That was Kagame alright.
"Oh good. I haven't seen you all in so long. Especially Natsumi. It will be nice a good start over since the accident."
"Grandma you haven't talked to mom since her wedding. You came once to see me five years ago. You don't even know what the others look like except for pictures."
"It's complicated Kagame."
"Bull shit."
Ayumi gasped at her sister using such laungague. She had only heard a few things about Grandma, this was amazing.
"Your so like your mother. I realize I haven't been the best grandmother."
"Understament of the year. The girls would love you guys. Not to mention the boys, who probably would get along fine with grandpa."
"But your mother I don't think would want to see me again.'
"Mom forgave you a long time ago. She figured you loved her anyways. Though you can be a bigger pain in her ass that I thought possible."
"Kagame! I will not be talked to in such a way."
"You will, because you two need to grow up and act your age. You're a mother and a grandmother. We want you in our lives. At least Grand pa came to the wedding."
"Stop. I don't want to go there."
"Trust me. I'm playing nice. Now you know how she felt, when you did what you did." Kagame answered suddenly laughing, "Come on Gran. It's Christmas. Like you said we're going to bury it in the past. Mom dying to see you."
"Alright. I know. I supposed I was coming the moment you first called. I of course have already prepared the house. We'll be there in a week to see. Though I'm afraid I won't be able to visit until Christmas ."
"We'll plan to stay with you." Kagame answered not trying to hide her smile over the phone. Ayumi carefully placed her own phone back in the cradle, giggling to herself.
Christmas at Grandmas. She couldn't wait. Of course she couldn't let Kagame know that she knew anything, where was the fun in that?
oh my! Mikan's learning about stereo types, old skeletons are being dug up, what going to happen on Christmas? keep reading to find out!
a/n: Okay the thing with currency, I used a converter when I wrote the chapter,sorry if that isn't right, but Mikan would be doing the math because she lived in america for so long, and she's always shocked at the numbers until she figures out how much it really costs. Sorry if it isn't right, I'm not from japan, so I'm just doing research. Thanks!