Me: HI! Ima back :)

Keiki: *sarcastic* NO? Really? I hadn't guessed.

Me: Keiki. Who's the one who wrote this story?

Keiki: Oh! That's easy. A good writer who actually knows what they're doing.

Me: *clears throat* Oh really? *glares*

Keiki: *Sweatdrop* Ksadran doesn't own Yumerio Patissere

Keiki POV

Well. This sucks. One of my first days here, and I've already been knocked to the ground by some annoying brat who thinks he's better than everyone else. This is when I realize that he'd dropped something.

I point towards it, hoping he'll listen to me. "Hey. You know you dropped something, Right?"

I was thiiiiiis close to laughing my head off when I saw his reaction. He looked shocked, frightened and devastated all at the same time. PRICELESS!

He ran over to where he had dropped this thing during his fall, picking up the pieces and swearing under his breath. Must've been a pretty important thing.

When I leaned over and looked closely, I could see that it was actually pieces of shattered caramel. Not the gooey stuff, mind you, but the hard, pretty stuff that you sometimes find topping cakes.

"Sooo." I said, trying to ignore it the best I can. "Your name is?"

He was still picking up pieces when he answered. I think he might've been distracted. "Makkai. Makkai Kashino."

Kashino, Kashino. Where had I heard that name before….oh. Yeah. That sweets shop that I visit on the weekend. Uhh. I think he's one of the chefs. Maybe.

"And done!"

His voice cut me out of my daydream and brought me back to reality. He turned to look at me while smiling. He seemed all better now.

"So." He said. "Will you need a hand finding your class?"

Right. I didn't know where my class was. "Yeah." I say. "I think that'd be a good idea."

So, we set off for class. A tall, orange-haired girl following a dirty blonde. When we got close to the classroom, he looked like he was considering running off. When he tried too, I grabbed that back of his collar and pulled him after me.

"You're coming to class whether you like it or not."

So, he grudgingly heads to his place next to some other boys. It was an interesting setup with one having hair that looked like bark and the other that was black. I guess not everyone gets stared at like I do.

Makkai POV

Dammit I can't believe she caught me. I should be relaxing out by the lake right now but noooo. She just HAD to stop me. OK. Put on a friendly front and lets see what happens.

I watched Keiki enter the classroom and introduce herself. I looked around the room and could see people whispering and I assumed it must've been about what group she'd be put in. But, when I leaned in closer, I realized that they were insulting her. Calling her the 'Sugar Switch'. What could that mean?

The teacher actually ended up putting her in our group - Group A. Well, at least I could keep and eye on her from there right? Wrong. As soon as we were assigned a dessert she was off. Baking like we weren't even there.

After a while, we'd all finished. Keiki included. The teacher saved the best till last and graded us towards the end of class. Me, Derrik and Taikeru all got full marks and now I was curious to see what she'd get. Her desert looked pretty, with butterflies surrounding the marzipan so I assumed she'd get a high score.

I was so wrong on so many levels.

When she tasted it, the teacher cringed and swallowed it. "Gale." She said. "Did you put salt instead of sugar in the desert?

Keiki: S-so you made me a bad cook?!

Me: Eh. First thing that came to my head.

Keiki: *Tries to strangle* WHY YOOOU!

Makkai: Whoa. *restrains* Read and review please.