Okay I'm back again. Figured this would be a good time for another update. The story is moving along nicely, and the arc continues for a few chapters yet. Holy Cows! Thanks to all the love I've been getting you guys are amazing, lets break 100 soon! Hehe! I'll give out virtual cake , I promise.

Yes this story is quite the monster, seeing as we haven't touched on Renge. If I went through every day of Mikan's life this thing would stretch a thousand chapters, thank god for author tools.

Chapter Twenty Six: The Dinner Guest

Mikan admired Yui's house. It was not over sized, but it was big. Bigger than hers, but decorated in a mix off marble and gold with hard wood floors. It was like walking through a museum with all the art pieces Yui's mother collected on her trips. Mikan had met Yui's parents once an in a rush, one was headed to an art auction the other to the middle of the jungle to look about flowers. Yui she found had been living alone for months at a time in the great big house, with the servants, which were few unless her mother was hosting a gathering.

Mikan had seen more of them in pictures. Her mother was a fiery red head with blue eyes, she was American, had started an auction house made her fortune fast and hard. Her father, was a quiet blonde man with a small smile that stood of to the side in group shots, he loved anything floral, and spent his time running about collecting didn't like to pry, but it was like Yui was raising herself half the time, but she avoided the talk about it. Yui was very private, but she seemed closer to her dad. She was always in photo's with him and dismissed her mom as being busy, always busy.

She knew the feeling with her own mom, and well no dad didn't make it easy.

Yui was hanging in her room that was decorated in bright pictures of butterflies on the wall that her father had painted when they first moved to the house. Her father wasn't Japanese either, but her mother had wanted a more competitive market than what America could offer. So they had moved when she was three and she was placed at Ouran and forced to learn to speak Japanese to fit in.

She sat in a loose fitting green top and white capri's, the room was warm, as Mikan shrugged off her jacket and shoes, climbing on the bed with her.

"So, sup?" She offered

"Nothing much." Yui answered, "You still freaked out?"

-Inner Yui Theatre-

Mikan in a straight jacket.

"They'll all after me. They'll get me. I know it. I know it."

Mad laughter as the cell closes.

Kagame shakes her head, "She was so good, until this. I blame Yui, that little blonde has always had it in for me and my evil shcemes."
Laughs wickedly

-End_

"Yo. Yui!' Mikan snapped her fingers, "And yeah I'm still paranoid about it. More confused you know, because who would hate me enough to do that."

"So you feel violated? Like some sense of your idenity been robbed from you kind of thing?" Yui offered

"Yeah how do you know?" Mikan asked

"I know guys." She answered, "And they think sometimes because your blonde that your easy. And they try things, like touching your boobs, and you scream no, and they do it any way, and you just loose it. It's like there no self respect for your voice and you just feel lost."

"Damn how often have you been groped like that?"

"Three times." She answered, "Different boys, mostly the scorror players they get drunk faster."

"I though you didn't drink." Mikan started

"I don't. They do." She answered, "No biggee. I kicked their ass afterwards. You will to, once we manage to find the guy."

"Your so calm about it-" Mikan started as Yui glanced at her.

"You have to be. I mean if you fight to hard they increase their grip, it's best to lay still and wait for an opening. Strike like cobra." She answered.

"Yui you scare me with your smart talk." Mikan glanced at her, "Why don't you act like this at school?"

"Duh. Blonde. Ouran is for the super rich sweet heart and the girls are expected to be placid little perfects. You should see Rai when she get's drunk."

"Rai?" Mikan raised an eyebrow

"Oh yeah. Mixers in the summer is a crazy time. Mind you we don't do it for the hell of it, mostly because our parents force us to go together." Yui explained, "So we try to work on our guy skills."

"Yui this a whole new side of you." Mikan laughed, "but you don't drink."

"Yeah I know. I get kind of blonde when I go to school. Makes it easy you know, if people think your smart, they have certain expectations on you."

"Oh yeah I know the feeling." Mikan answered, "So you act dumb to fit in, because you feel pressure to fit in."

"Mikan you are able to stand out, because of the basic social standing you have as the puppy. Anything you do is adorable, and so people don't really care what that is. And you only became the puppy because of your social standing with the host club. Now we both know the only reason you landed that position is because Kyoya saw something in you that he could use." Yui explained

"What are you psychologist?" Mikan demanded

"I study people on the side. Gives me an edge on gossip." Yui answered, "And I know you have them figured out too, for the most part. Tamaki is loveable, Hunny adorable, Mori silent, Kyoya cunning, the twins devils and Haruhi, well is Haruhi."

"So it comes down to the fact that they are hot as all get out and don't mind bowing down for our pleasure." Mikan smiled

"Exactly, and I have no problem associating my self with them, because I don't have any obligations to further courtships." Yui answered as she shook the bottle of nail polish.

"Yui this is so strange." Mikan muttered again, "I mean I knew you were smart, but you've never-"

"Shown it. Like I said its easier. Just like you don't ever talk about your dance past, you don't tell us about how it's going, you just dissapear and re appear sore." Yui argued,

"Nails darling."

"Oh green. My fav." Mikan smiled as Yui began to paint the first coat.

"You ignoring the statement." Yui pointed out, "Come on. I just revieled that I have some sort of a mind in here, go on give me something."

"Quid pro pro Clarice. Quid pro pro." Mikan teased

"We'll eat liver and beans later, question now." Yui continued.

"What do you want to know?" Mikan offered

"How did you first start dancing?" Yui asked

"When I was two took some classes, got bored. Sixth grade my mom sent me to some audtions to an extra part for a commuity center production and I got the lead in the NutCracker. Claria. No experience. I was thrust into ballet and demanded that I learn the part a matter months."

"Then what-'

"Well I kind of stuck with it. I got competitive. I joined a studio and I joined the teams that competed. I was mostly ballet some hip hop a little jazz, but ballet was my passion. Then I got into pointe around seventh grade and that was a whole new phase."

"They start you guys out young." Yui commented

"Dancers have a short life." Mikan shrugged, "And I was doing really well, then ninth grade I had to give up the stage for a while, to recover from my broken leg."
"And you got into Ouran?' Yui asked

"Well my mom's book meanwhile took off, and we got rich enough to move back to Japan." She explained, "As the sales grew we could afford to do a lot more. I checked in around schools, and a friend introduced me to Ouran. I applied for the program and I got in."

"But you didn't transfer till late this fall?" She asked

"Yeah." She nodded, "That's how it turned out with adjusting and paper work."

"So what's going on now?"

"Dance wise. I have to go beg the headmistress of the theatre of Ouran to let me try out, given my situation."

"Ah. Good luck." Yui nodded

"Your turn." Mikan smiled as Yui began on her other hand.

"My turn? What do you want to know?" She asked

"What you want to be when you grow up?" Mikan answered

"A rocket scientist." Yui laughed

"No come on. What?" Mikan encourage

"Not sure. At Ouran a lot of the kids have their path's set out, they follow what their parents do. Mine are two different sets of mold's, my mother is rich and successful trader of rare art, while my dad is bontonist with a passion for rare orchids. I don't really want to be either."

"I can see that." Mikan shrugged ,"What do you like to do?"

"Oh draw. Paint. Sing." Yui answered, "I've had a few voice lessons, used to be in a choir."

"What happened?" Mikan asked

"My mom decided that singing was not for me and put me in other programs to make me career oriented. She pushed me to do what she did, I don't think she really apporves of what dad does."

"Not a real job right?" Mikan asked

"Yeah." Yui nodded, "So I kind of gave up that and my mom stopped pushing this past year. Her sales have done better, and she's been out more. Let's me breath."

"But you don't have any guidance." Mikan muttered

"Yeah well your mom not always around.'

"She has five kids and a book tour, I don't blame her. We keep in touch and I have Kagame." Mikan argued

"True." Yui answered

"Don't you miss you had that connection?" Mikan asked

"Yes and no." Yui answered, "This way I'm free to sing in the shower without her then retaliating and putting me in all sorts of trade classes or gala's to meet people."

"What about your dad?" She sked

"What about him." Yui offered, "He loves his flowers. He asks me to sing to them, we even made a demo tape for his friends, he says it helps the flower grow."

"Can I listen?' Mikan asked

"When I'm finished with your nails." Yui answered, "So my dad's cool."

"Nice." Mikan nodded, "So what's your next question?'

"How long did it take you to get over your dad's death?"

"God. A long time." Mikan answered, "I was young. I forget maybe like eleven old enough to know what happened. My twin brothers had just turned four, Ayumi would be eight, and Kagame like sixteen. My parents had taken a skiing weekend and my dad was a daredevil. He flipped off a jump the wrong way and broke his neck. They were to late to save him, when resuce was able to get down to him. My mom cried for four days straight. Kagame took over everything, forced her to grow up-forced us all to grow up fast."

She paused, "I remember asking her when he was coming back and her look was so sad, because she knew he wasn't. We deiced after all the funeral and the reletives that it was best thing, because he died doing what he loved. My mom then became obssed over finishing the novel she had started with him, and five years later, it's a best seller."

"So they wrote it together?" Yui asked

"It was their project. Just something on the side. My dad made money by getting endorsers for his ski jumps and my mom wrote for a well known magazine. We were comfortable on our small farm.'

"You lived on a farm?" Yui paused

"Yeah." Mikan nodded, "Like in Montanna. We moved after my dad died to New York, because of the whole memory thing. We lost a lot of our horses, couldn't afford to keep them. It was s weird living in the city. We had the smallest apartment you could imagine, me and Kagame used to share one half of the room while Ayumi slept in her own bed. Good times. Fun times."

Yui was queit for a minute, "And that's how you managed all this dance stuff?"

"My mom saw that I loved it. I really loved it. Since I couldn't ride, she let me chase it. I got scolarships, nominations, Kagame would drive me all over to each competiton, conference. I just couldn't stop and I decided that I would become the best dancer in the world so I could pay back my mom."

"And then her book got published."

"Right after my leg got broken. And things just went topsy tury in a few months." Mikan answered, "And like I said-"

"You got in to Ouran." Yui finished, "I'm glad you did. You know the first day we met, I was afraid of you."

"Why?"

"You had pink hair. At our school different is taken as a bad sign." She answered, "A really bad sign, and that's why a lot of girls didn't talk to you at first."

"And here I thought it was my B.O." Mikan smiled," So what made you guys different?"

"For us it was that bunny, we knew it was Honey-sans." she answered, "And for the new odd girl out to be holding it, well I'm not proud but we love to gossip."

"Oh. So you decided that I was interesting." Mikan answered, "I was pretty naïve."

"Well you went to public school, I don't think they have the same dynamic at public school."

"Dy-na-mic, a three syllable word." Mikan smiled as Yui glared putting a streak of green nail polish on her nose, "Hey! Not fair!"

"All's fair in love and war." Yui reminded her, "So, anyways, I think I just took a liking to you, we all did, you were so different like us, but you didn't have a problem acting different."

"Rai and Momo-"Mikan started, "What's different about them?"

"Well different in that way, that we have bigger ambitions than just what's going on at school." She answered, "We like the drama, but we don't get obsessed over it. We don't have to go to the host club; we can get guys on our own. You know, but no one wants to be like that, because everyone likes how it is."

"The host club is exclusive." Mikan answered, "The boys don't ever get tiered of the drama."

"I'm sure they don't." Yui agreed, "So any secrets you can tell me?"

"Tell you? No, but I want to know is why you guys always sprint away whenever they come near." Mikan commented

"Part of those un said rules of being different." Yui answered, "You know the host club is exclusive, because they don't really have friends outside of class. They talk to other people, but you guys are really friends with your selves."

"Oh basic social structure." Mikan nodded, "Same thing with dancers. We have friends in studio and outside."

"See." Yui answered, "So why did you come over?"

"I didn't want to sleep alone. I needed you." Mikan answered rolling her eyes as she glanced at her nails, "Go play the CD."

"Fine." Yui rolled of the bed as she popped in the cd into the stereo. Mikan waited as she heard the strange melody begin to the piano and then the voice.

"Yui is this you?" Mikan demanded. Yui looked away shy.

"Yeah." She nodded

"That is amazing." Mikan smiled, "Wow. I mean really amazing."

"It's okay." Yui answered, "I could do better."

"Whatever I want a copy." Mikan demanded as she rolled onto her stomach, "So what now?"

"Boys." Yui offered

"Boys." Mikan agreed, "So any boys in your life?"

"No." Yui began, "I spend a lot of time at the host club, and so I kind of get side tracked and stop looking." "I could see that. See me, I don't really want to date, the last 'boyfriend" I had was terrible so much work." Mikan shrugged, "Who do you like?"

"Oh well there's a boy in my math class, he looks kind of like a dork, always where a orange and red scarf."

"So you talk to him?" Mikan started

"Eh, he's not one for talking. You ever get hit on by sport's guys?"

"No. I'm a dancer I think we repel each other." Mikan answered

"True." Yui answered

"What do you look for in a guy?" Mikan asked, "I want someone who make me laugh and is at least cute."

"Same." Yui answered, "And good kisser."

"That would be nice." Mikan nodded, "so, how are classes?'

"Their good. Hard as always, but good. I hate my one sensei I swear he hates my writing style so I never make a good grade on my thesis papers."

"Aww. School is so subjective, but over here it's like life or death for grades."

"I know." Yui answered, "I though I had it hard at the private academy in England."

"You lived in England." Mikan started

"Oh yeah. Three years in a boarding school." She explained, "Let my mom and dad travel without worry of where I was or what I was doing."

"Ew." Mikan answered, "Sorry I come from a big family, I could never be away from them like that."

"No its cool. Boarding school became my family. My teachers were my parents, my friends were my siblings." She answered, "I talked to my parents twice a month. I think my dad really realized what he was missing, and started to come visit me once every three months."

"That's missing you." Mikan started confused, "That's a casual visit."

"Not for him." She answered, "So what does your family do? Tell me more about your like in New York City that must have been fun."

"Made me street smart really fast." Mikan answered as she delved back into the memories, "Well I went to a huge public school for the district, small classrooms, but decent teachers most times. I switched to home schooling when dance got more intense."

"What about your brothers, your sisters?" She asked again

"Well Kagame had finished highschool by then, and had been taking cooking lessons on the side. Her part time job was in this tiny bakery with a crazy Russian lady who was chocoliter, and a perfectionist. Kagame would make a whole batch of truffles and if they weren't just right she'd have to throw them all out and do it again." Mikan smiled and laughed, "Mrs. Kantza's I think her name was, she was married to a little man who ran the shop with her, and she always let me and Ayumi eat a cookie for free."

"Wow." Yui commented, "Your brothers?"

"Nursery school, day care, and then public school with me and Ayumi." Mikan answered, "Well no wait Ayumi got a scholarship and ended up in the east side at some private academy. She ended up boarding, and came home most weekends. So it really was just my mom and the twins most of the time at the apartment. I traveled a lot like I said, or I was at class. I think I lived at the dance studio's around New York."

"So did you dance for one studio or did you join one of the bigger studio's?"

"Well it really was that I would dance for any one who had an open place. We didn't have a lot of cash, so my mom would scrape to get me new shoes or tights. I invented this look where I would wear a pair of black leggings kind of when I couldn't get new tights. My professional teachers didn't know what to say when I showed up to class in blackened pointe shoes, I must have re glued the box so many times, and the satin was rubbed off on the top."

"I got discounts or people who were the same size as me would give me their shoes to be re glued that they had only used for a performance. It was like I was the cheap ass of ballerina's, but it worked. I began to make a name for myself in companies, where they knew me. I got grants and small scholarships to pay for supplies, I could have joined one company, but they were never what I wanted. I would have been locked in the chorus for years. I wanted to be a star, so I kept trying and then I got a chance to perform in the Julliard showcase."

"I wanted to do something amazing. So I did this solo piece from the fire bird, I added my own moves, made my own costume with some help from the wardrobe people I had met. They liked it so much they gave me the spot, I beat out a rival senior dancer for the position. I was living the dream."

She paused as Yui had grown quiet listening to her story.

"Then they told me to go attend another conference that was for a show case. I though it would be great, instead of a solo I would dance with a partner, the prince who captures the fire bird. It went well, until I performed. I wasn't looking what I was doing and there was a bright flash, they think it was from a news camera and I fell off the stage into a tuba. I broke my leg in the fall, I think I fainted as soon as I knew I had broken it."

"Wow." Yui began, "Mikan way to tell me your life story."

"Sorry I go into a rant. We've known each other for awhile now, you told me how your mom crushed your dreams as an artist, burned all your old art work, and claimed that it was better to sell than create." Mikan reminded her, "So I figured you should know my orgin story."

"What are we super hero's now?" Yui demanded

"Yes. Yes we are." Mikan agreed ,"I am underpants girl with the power to make lingere rain from the sky."

"Gross. Better be clean.' Yui told her, "I would want the power to create landscapes. The powers of an all powerful being!"

"Creepy." Mikan answered, "Good luck with your plans for world domination."

"Your welcome to join in." Yui answered as she picked up a new bottle of nail polish and began to work on her toes, "So what do you want to do now?'

"I dunno, we can sit and stare at each other for a long time." Mikan offered

"Sounds good." Yui nodded, as a silence pass over them, "I like Tamaki-sempi."

"You do?" Mikan asked

"I worship him." Yui said with a straight face, "I have a shrine dedicated to him."

"What?" Mikan asked as her mouth fell open, "You know I think he already has feelings for another girl-"

"Then I will KILL HER!" Yui screamed as Mikan jumped on the bed and fell over the side scrambling to get up, but Yui was laughing holding her stomach.

"Sor-r-r-r-y." She managed between her gasps for air, "You should have seen your face! "

"What was that for!" Mikan argued

"I was bored" Yui answered crossing her arms, "Duh and it was waay to quiet in the room. I hate quiet."

"So you don't have a shrine dedicated to Tamaki-sempi." Mikan started

"Uh no." Yui answered flipping her hair, "Are you nuts? I'm not that disillusioned. Everyone knows that the host club will probably end up with arranged marriages."

"What?" Mikan asked

"Oh yeah. Well except Haruhi, but when you're like that rich its only natural. Their parents will want to form good alliances with other companies."

"No kidding." Mikan answered, "So are we in threat of being arranged."

"We're class B." Yui answered, "You're a class C if we were going to go just on what your mother makes. So no."

"Good." Mikan answered, "Then why do we have classes together."

"Oh. Well Ouran is broken up into for different levels depending on the status of your parents. " Yui answered, "So Class A is the richest and Class D is well not the poorest, they make a decent amount."

"No I get it." Mikan answered, "So I'm a class C?"

"Sure independent wealthy combined with old money." Yui answered, "My mother and father are both wealthy, but my mother is the one who has the connections, the foundations, and the parties. She has her own art house, which makes our family a competitive candidate."

"So if my mom was to get a publishing house-" Mikan started

"You would probably be bumped up a notch, depending on how big it is, how competitive your mother is in that market." Yui answered, "It's a host of factors."

"Hehe host." Mikan laughed

"Yeah like Rai's mother has a series of boutiques for fashion." Yui explained, "So she is made competitive for fashion houses to be featured in her store."

"Ah. What about Momo?"

"No one is quite sure about Momo." She answered, "I know her dad is a big C.E.O of a French company for the Japanese division and her mother I think doesn't have to work, but runs a series of foundations and ."

"So are her parents together-"Mikan started

"Yeah." Yui shrugged, "It's not a big deal. She doesn't like to go to her house ever-"

"Wow." Mikan commented, "Well I can understand that-"

"No you don't." Yui said softly, "Sorry Mikan, but I've been her friend since grade school."

"Then what am I not getting?" Mikan asked

"Her parents hate each other." Yui answered, "Momo hasn't lived with them for three years."

"Momo been living on her own?" Mikan started

"Well she has her grandmother who lives with her. They got an apartment and she has a friend in the city who drives her to Ouran in the morning and she usually catches a ride back home with Rai who visits some of the shops every afternoon."

"Holy shit." Mikan smiled," I had no idea. Is she always so private about it?"

"Like I said Mikan, being different doesn't help at this school." Yui told her, "And yeah she is. Don't ask to go to her house, she only visits her parents twice a month. I think she's closer to her mom, than her dad."

"Why did she leave?" Mikan asked

"Well her parents used to play this game where they tried to buy her love, and Momo was getting crushed by it, because she had to watch them argue, you get the picture."

'That was nice of her grandma." Mikan answered

"Yeah her grandma is great." Yui nodded, "She's a little old fashioned, but she's nice."

"So what would get Momo shunned if anyone found out?"

"We all would." Yui answered, "Are you crazy? Girls keep up the perfect shallow families, because other girls would pick up on it and report to their parents which might result in other families taking over our families because they would see a weak link."

"So dog eat dog?"

"Yup, happens all the time." Yui answered

"oh my god, no wonder you guys act stupid." Mikan began

"See, now you get it. And that is why you were so odd, to not give a hoot. It doesn't matter now since you've assured the fact that no one can touch you. No one messes with the host club, you have to be suicidal to try."

"So I can keep acting like I do-" Mikan started

"Please, we can't have a fourth stupid girl in our group." Yui answered as she finished her one foot and started on her other, "And since that stunt you'll at least become a name whispered on the sidelines, but don't think that girls will bow to you."

"Don't think I would." Mikan answered

"Oh no. I'm sure you wouldn't, just warning. People like you because you have that appearance of not being a threat. I've seen you angry."

"Lucky me I don't get annoyed easily." Mikan commented, "So I guess that my disguise, to be the puppy."

"Yeah and people can accept your difference without targeting you." Yui answered, " Or ignore you very existence."

"I'll take puppy." Mikan answered

"So what's it like to hang out with them everyday?" Yui asked

"Weird. They are so crazy." Mikan started, "Tamaki is overly protective of Haruhi, the twins love to mess with him, Mori and Hunny are funny together."

"Mori never talks, do you think something's wrong with him?" Yui asked

"No. I think he's shy or he has nothing to say." Mikan shrugged, "Plus if he stated talking it would ruin his fan base."

"True, but I wonder if he was dropped as a baby-"

"Yui!"

"What! It could explain it, just as if Hunny was born a midget."

"He's just short, not a midget."

"He's a midget." Yui laughed

"Yui, so mean." Mikan scolded, "Kyoya is scary. You think he would be nice as he is to the girls. We call him the shadow king, and he does evil glint thing with glasses."

"I don't see it, but I'll take you word for it. Do the twins make out with each other?"

"No, but they are getting married next week, Karou pregnant with twins." Mikan answered, "He wants to be a good mother."

"What!" Yui asked, "So Hikaru is really a girl, but dresses as a boy? And is Karou fiancé?"

"No." Mikan answered, "It was a joke dear."

"Oh." Yui nodded, "I get it now."

"Good job." Mikan nodded again, "Hungry. Food?"

"Dinner should be ready by now." Yui answered as they left her room, heading down the twisted marble stair case. Mikan followed her to a formal dining room, as Yui rang a bell. Two maids appeared and bowed.

"Dinner please Mary." Yui called

"Yes Ms." The two maids bowed as they ran off. Yui went to the long oak table as she sat down in a colorful orange chair. Mikan glanced at the room with the ornate wall paper, the fine dining table, but the chairs were what stood out. There was a purple hand, a half orange bowl, a comfy chair. There were plates set out upside down or stacked.

"Yui what's with the chairs and the utensils?"

"Oh my mom. It's art apparently. She wanted to show that in a formal setting there is always the uniqueness about a room." She answered

"Ah bullshit." Mikan smiled

"You could say that, my father hired an interior decorator for most of the house, since he didn't want my mother changing the styles every time a new fad was discovered. He let her pick a few rooms that were just hers to change over and over again." Yui explained as the two maids returned with dishes setting them on the table, "Thank you Mary."

"Your Welcome Ms." They bowed backing away.

"I will never get used to that, are they both named Mary?" Mikan asked, "Toasted cheese?"

"Its what I love the most." Yui answered, "Yummy, yummy, cheese."

Mikan picked up her half, "Are these pickles and bacon?"

"Oh yeah, I can get you a plain one-'Yui started but Mikan had bit into the sandwich munching away.

"This is good." She pointed to the sandwich, "Wow, yummy."

"Really?" Yui started, "Sorry I wasn't sure. I can have them make something else, but I wasn't very hungry tonight."

"No comfort food is good enough for me." Mikan answered as she licked her fingers as she sipped at the cup of, "Fruit punch?"

"Yeah again sorry." Yui offered

"Nah. I'm good." Mikan sipped away, "Do you um, eat toasted cheese often?"

"No I usually eat what ever the chef special is, sometimes its swordfish, sometimes its roasted chicken sautéed in mushroom sauce-" Yui shrugged, "And it's not usually fruit punch, it's red wine."

"Wine?" Mikan started

"I developed a taste for that and cheap beer in England." Yui answered, "You sure pile through the drinks yourself?"

"Only because I was egged on by Kagame's bar friends." Mikan answered as she ate the rest of the sandwich. There was a silence between the munching noises that echoed off the high ceiling. Mikan pushed back the chair leaving her dishes, another strange thing.

Yui had been shocked when she found they cleared their own dishes, served and cooked their own food. Kagame had feed all of them on daily basis, without any help, no cook, no maids. That and her comment that Mikan did not live in a basement and fed moldy strips of bread by Kagame who was an evil witch.

They went back to Yui's room as she opened a cardboard book self, flipping on her TV.

"Japanese T.V is so weird." Mikan commented as she climbed on the bed, "Do you want to do homework yet?"

"In a minute, my drama is on.' Yui answered as she munched on the chips, "Can you understand everything their saying?"

"Yeah. My mom would speak Japanese around me when I was young so I picked up both languages pretty well. What about you?" Mikan asked

"Told you, school." Yui answered as she slid off her bed and went to a bottom drawer, "You like poky?"

"Love it." She answered picking out a stick, "Yummy."

They sat together quietly on the bed ,paying attention to the show mostly.

"Homework time." Mikan told her pulling up her books, "You got a lot."

'Enough.' Yui sighed, "I'm in so a hard math class and I'm taking an art class."

"Yeah, just hide your drawings." Mikan told her as she flipped through her notebook as she scribbled down notes, "You haven't told me about Rai."

"What's to tell?" She asked, "She lives in a nice house, has nice parents, and three older brothers. She's the only one with a normal family, besides maybe you."

"True. Do her brothers live at home?"

"Well the oldest is 23 and got his own place. He's studying to become some kind of doctor in Russia. The second oldest is graduating this spring from Ouran and will go to the university. The third oldest is a year above us." Yui answered, " He and Rai are pretty close, he's into sports, which is why I always end up going to all those sports events."

"And parties." Mikan offered

"Sometimes." Yui answered

Mikan finished sometime later, yawning, "I'm stealing some night pants."

"I don't wear night pants, you'll have to deal with a nigh tee."

Mikan pulled out the slip, "Damn you wear this to bed?" as she threw off her clothes and pulled on the dress.

"I'm feeling better. My stomach doesn't hurt, comfort food helped."

"Yeah! You won't puke on my floor." Yui answered, "Where are you going to sleep?"

"At the foot of you bed, just give me a blanket." Mikan answered as she curled up the lounge couch, "You want to watch what ever crap is on TV."

"Yeah.' Yui answered flipping it on.

Mikan fell asleep pretty quickly after that as she heard only the drone of the TV.

Lalallalalla. So no cliffhanger this time, I wonder what Mikan is going to dream about? You'll have to wait for the next chapter. Other announcement, I commence work of turning this into an online comic. Don't expect a cover until at least the summer I have college finals to worry about.

I love Yui and looks like Momo and Rai have lives outside the mall as well, gasp.

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