Mikan ran inside the house, dragging her suitcase on the way. She burst into the house and to the kitchen, leaving her suitcase in the living room.

"Mom!" Mikan squealed as she tightly hugged the woman from behind. "I missed you!"

The woman turned around and hugged her daughter back. "I missed you too." She smiled and kissed Mikan's cheek. "Talk to me later, I'm still cooking. Your father's at the backyard."

Mikan smiled and hurried out of the house. At the backyard, she found her father sitting on the grass, staring at the lake behind their house. She walked to his side and slide down beside him. "Hey dad." She smiled and turned her head towards him asking, " Did you miss me?"

Her dad, Izumi, chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Of course I missed you, kiddo. What kind of father wouldn't miss his daughter which he hasn't seen for five years?" Mikan laughed and hugged him. He hugged her back. When they broke the hug, a voice shouted, "Dad!"

Mikan looked behind them to see a man in his late twenties with dark blue hair coming towards them, searching for something inside the plastc bag he's carrying. He looked up and stopped in his tracks the moment he saw the girl beside his father.

Mikan stood up and turned to the man. Opening up her arms, she said, "I'm back, Onii-san."

The man rushed to Mikan's arms. The plastic bag he was carrying fell down on the ground. He hugged his sister tightly, lifting her off the ground in the process. She shrieked as she felt her feet leave the ground. She laughed the moment her feet touched the ground.
He punched her playfully and said, "Why didn't you tell me that you were coming back today?" He said this with such a hurt expression that made Mikan laugh.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. Only Hotaru and mom knew tat I was coming back today. It was touching seeing your face with such a funny expression, Tsubasa-nii-san." Mikan smiled before running back to the house.

Tsubasa shook his head and looked at his dad. "Did I really have such an awful expression?"

Izumi stood up, brushing dirt of his pants, and said, "I don't know, son." He walked to the house, picking up the bag of goods in the process. "I didn't realize you were making an idiotic face. It looked the same to me."

The moment his father's words sank in, the culprit was already to far to takle down. He screamed, running after his father shouting, "What the hell dad!"

Tsubasa caught his dad in the dning room. He hooked up his arm around his father's neck. "You old man, what did you mean by that?"

Before Izumi can respond to his son, his wife and daughter arrived wit the dishes. Yuka, his wife, together with Mikan, prepared the table for dinner.

Yura stared at them and said, "Well, stop that brawl and sit down. This is our first dinner together after five years and I'm sure Mikan has lots of things to say." She smiled at her daughter and took her seat. The three filled in their places and they started to eat.

"Well, how was Paris, kiddo?" Izumi asked taking a bite off his plate. Mikan laughed and replied, "It was amazing, especially at night. The lights around the city will really amaze you, no wonder it's called the City of Love."

Tsubasa smirked and asked, "Since it's called the 'City of Love', did you found love?" He gestured at her with his fork, emphasizing what he means.

"Well, I could have found one but I was too busy juggling school. I had to learn English and French at the same time. English was fine since I had a little background on it but French was terrible. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to grasp the language but I did learn, sooner or later." Mikan answered, picking up her chopsticks. "And I totally miss using chopsticks; I always have to use spoon and fork while eating."

"How about school, Mikan?" Her mom asked, taking a moment to look at her before resuming on eating.

Mikan thought for a moment and answered, "Really fun, actually. The clothes were amazing. Every end of the semester, we get to showcase our designs. We have fashion shows but the end of the year fashion show is what really counts. Famous designers join and watch. If they like your design, they will ask if you want to be a part of their group. It was a-mazing. The fabrics, the colors — everything!" Mikan sighed happily as she remembered her struggles in school. She looked pointedly at Tsubasa and asked, "But enough about me. Why the heck did you dye your hair? And dark blue? Really?"

Tsubasa shrugged his shoulders and took a shrimp off the serving plate. "Just thought it might be fun and it looks good on me, right?"

Mikan shook her head and answered, "It looks fine, I guess. Mom, why didn't you stop him?"

Yuka just smiled, "His stubbornness can get on my nerves. It might give me heart-attack." She continued eating.

Mikan glared at his brother, "See? Your stubbornness is becoming a problem. You should act more like an adult."

Tsubasa laughed. "Sis, I thought you're a fashion designer. That must mean that you know all about fashion and trends. I'm starting a trend. The blue hair trend." He coughed, choking on his food.

Mikan just shook her head. "Don't talk when your mouth is full, genius. That's a basic rule." She said, letting go of the matter at hand. They finished eating and Mikan offered to wash the dishes. After washing the dishes, she retired t her room.

Mikan flopped down the bed and started rolling on it. "I missed you my bed." She kept on rolling until her phone started ringing. She looked at the caller ID and smiled.

"Hotaru." Mikan sat up and took off her shoes. "Thanks for dropping me at the house." She waited for Hotaru to answer and replied, "Yeah, I have to go to Youichi's house tomorrow. I'm pretty sure he missed me." Waiting... "Yeah. The more the merrier. I'll be there the first thing in the morning. Night, Hotaru."

Mikan placed her phone on the bedside table. She walked to the door and locked it. Too tired to actually change, she took off her clothes, leaving herself in her underwear, before sinking on the comfort of her bed.

Here is the second chapter! =)) Hoped you liked it. By the way, in the first chapter, rather than Aio its Aoi. I totally forgot the spelling. So, starting in the next chapters, I will be using Aoi as Natsume's sister.

I'll be updating this story every Friday (in the Philippines). So, just a heads up. =))

Please review. So, I would know how to make this story better. :)