Author's Note: It's been a while! I'm kinda having some writer's block related on this fic. Well, I guess just take this as some filler chapter? Still, this chapter might be important depending on your interpretations. Read the Author's Rant below, kay?

Disclaimer: I love Cookies and Cream flavored Ice Cream. X3

Warning: Incorrect spellings, missing words or letters and such. Noobish grammar since I'm not fluent at English. Lame attempt at humor (if I do attempt), God-like Owned Characters, OOC characters, though I will try my best to keep them In-character except for Mikan. Lazy author which means slow updates. Don't like, don't read.

** This chapter had been edited.

The Princess of Death
BeArOcKpRiNxEsS

"Some people never say the words 'I love you'. It's not their style to be so bold. Some people never say those words: 'I love you' but, like a child, they're longing to be told."

Chapter 3 ~ Howalons

3 years ago…

Mikan Sakura. A girl with auburn hair with shades of pink that reached her waist was running in the corridors of her school. She wore a simple heart-shaped necklace that matched her earrings. Her big and innocent caramel eyes were brimming with happiness as she hummed a song while on her way to her classroom. She smiled at everyone whom she passed by.

Devon. A boy with messy silver hair was walking oh-so casually in the hallway of his school. His silver foxy eyes and was the most noticeable in his Prince-like features. His hands were on his pockets as he glared at everyone who was trying to talk or even dared to go near him.

Too different, yet -

Mikan was busy smiling at others while running that she didn't saw where she was going. Because of this, she crashed into someone. She instantly fell on her butt while this "someone",Devon, just stood there completely unharmed and didn't even bothered to help her stand up nor give an apology.

The students who witnessed the incident just sighed. They already have good guesses on what will happen next. Ever since Mikan arrived at Alice Academy, It happens almost every day.

Mikan will shout, "Look at where you are going, Aho-Devon!*". Devon will smirk at her, say that it is her fault, tease her for her clumsiness, and walk off. However, that day, the students were shocked.

That day was not like those typical days.

Mikan just stood up quietly, without any complaints. That was what really shocked them. Mikan is known to be a person who complains a lot. She just glared at Devon for a moment before she ran again to her classroom. Devon raised a brow, shrugged, and glared at the students who were gaping at them before he also resumed walking calmly to his classroom.

Those two were both in Class 4B but they always went in different ways because Mikan always used the front door while Devon always used the back window. You can say it's one of his rituals. Yeah yeah, I know. Sorta like some perverted moron named Natsume Hyuuga.

The students who were watching the whole scene were confused. "I wonder what's wrong with them today."

To answer those questions, here is a flashback of the incident before that day. Well, it's not like they would be able to read or see this flashback…

Mikan was waltzing to her own mansion with a big smile plastered in her face. She was very happy since she will finally be able to eat her precious howalon. For her, it's her prize for being a 'good girl'. Mikan is definitely a good girl! …Or so she said.

When she arrived at the mansion, she immediately rushed to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and her smile instantly fell. She found nothing but the plate and fork, which indirectly told her that somebody ate it. She already had a suspect as she stomped on her way to her housemate's room.

Hell started to break loose.

When she was standing in front of her housemate's room, she knocked on it harshly. She lived in a mansion together with her friends. 4 famous students have the privilege to live in a Mansion near the school dorm. One of those four is Miyuki Kyoshida, who invited Mikan to live with them. Who can say no to her?

The door opened and revealed a lad with silver orbs who wore an annoyed expression, obviously pissed off. The noisy knocks just rudely awaked him from his soon-to-be sleep.

"What do you want? It's freaking ten in the evening! There's that hell you call school tomorrow and I'm trying to get some sleep here before you impolitely woke me up!" Devon said while scratching his hair for emphasize.

"You! You ate my oh-so-yummy howalon that makes you feel like heaven and can't be compared to any drugs, don't you?" Mikan asked while pointing an accusing index finger at him.

Devon's response was a raised brow. "What?"

Mikan's right eye twitched as she answered, "My howalon that is on the fridge! Who else could've eaten it when the others are currently on New York and it's just the two of us here?"

Devon pondered it for a moment, and after a second, he got what she was talking about. He remembered eating some bread-like thing on the fridge few hours ago since he was hungry and lazy to buy food outside. It's not even that yummy.

"Yeah, I remembered eating a bread-like something, so what?"

"'So what'? I saved all of my allowance for that! And just how much do you think is a one-star's money? You ate it just like that? You're not even gonna say sorry? That's rude!"

"You can just buy one again after saving- again. Geez, you're making that simple thing to a big ruckus just because of your childishly stupid fancy."

"Didn't you hear what I said? I saved my 4-month allowance just to buy this 'nonsense fancy' you're talking about! Also, that howalon is limited edition! They only sell that once a year! I hate you, Aho-Devon!"

"Then wait until next year! 4 month allowance? Oh please. You can just ask your mommy Miyu for money. The solutions are that simple. And you hate me? Well look at all the damn I give." With that, Devon slammed the door, made sure he locked it, and then jumped on the bed with his eyes glued on the ceiling. His eyes widened when he heard quiet sobs.

"I really hate you, Devon! I hate hate hate you! Don't talk to me. Ever. Again!" She shouted as she ran to her room with tear-filled eyes. When Devon can't hear her footsteps anymore, he grabbed the nearest pillow and slammed it in his face.

'Maybe I went a little bit too far. Nah, knowing that girl, she'll be fine tomorrow… probably." Devon thought as he glanced at a picture on the table near his bed. He gave a small smile as he went back to his sleep.

At her room, Mikan grabbed her favorite pillow from Hotaru. She put it on her face and let all her frustrations out. (You know, shout and stuff...)

'That Aho-Devon… Why can't he understand me? Why is he so rude to me? I will never really forgive him until he says sorry!' Mikan thought as she calmed down a little bit and also closed her eyes then slept.

Because of that incident, they didn't talk with each other, even at their mansion.

On their classroom, Mikan was focused on how she wouldn't talk to him unless he says sorry but is having a hard time on controlling herself not to start a fight with Devon. Her seat being beside him doesn't help either. Old habits die hard, don't they?

Devon, on the other hand, is kind of having the same problem. He wanted to tease his Mikan-sama oh so badly! However, talking to her at that time wouldn't be good since he knew she wouldn't respond, which isn't fun. Knowing Mikan, she won't talk to him unless he says an apology. He's THE Devon for Itachi Uchiha's sake! And THE Devon had a very big stupid manly pride that wouldn't let him do so.

Their first period teacher, Miss Evan, raised a brow when she noticed that it was unusually quiet. Normally, Mikan and Devon would be fighting about something so stupid, childish, not worthy, unintelligent, crazy, etcetera and the class would laugh at it. That day, the 2 mentioned were obviously avoiding each other, not that they can do it very successfully since they were seatmates.

Miyuki, Mizuki, and Dennis were on New York for some club activities, which means that they can't do something to make those two 'friends' again. Sigh.

After she finished discussing their topic for the day, she glanced at her watch. She got 10 minutes left, so she decided to tell them a small story that she suddenly remembered after she saw Mikan and Devon.

"So then, my lil students, we finished a bit faster than expected. So how about I tell you a story about best friends that got in to an argument but because of that, they became inseparable lovers? But before that, are you sure you know how to say a proper apology?"

Devon would probably spit his drink if he was drinking, but he wasn't, so he didn't. Did I make sense?

He just coughed instead as if his life depended on it which made all of the people inside the classroom except Mikan turned at him to give him a questioning look. He just gave them his famous Devon-glare™ as they immediately turned to look at their teacher again.

'It's either fate, or somebody is playing a joke on me.'* Devon thought as he glanced at his teacher for 3.14159265358979323846 seconds. He sighed mentally as he placed his arm on his desk and rested his face on his palm.

"Back to what I was saying, sometimes an apology isn't needed to let them know you're sorry. You can give them a gift that can make them happy; it's like an indirect way of saying your apology. But then again, the direct way is still the best-"

The noisy sound of the bell cut whatever Miss Evans was supposed to say.

"Oh well, there's the bell. I'll tell you the rest of the story if we have enough time tomorrow. See you!" Miss Evan said as she walked out of the classroom.

'Somebody is seriously on crack now,but that advice is kinda good. I need to talk to Karasu about this.' Devon thought as he waited for the boring hours in school to be over. The rest of the class went pretty normal, except for the fact that the two were still not talking to each other. I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to not breathe each other's air.

The bell rang, which the students took as a signal that they are finally free from… ehem... Hell. Devon stood up and started to walk off, and Mikan saw that he was going in a different direction.

'I wonder where he is going… hope he won't come home late. Oh why am I even thinking about him? Just let him do whatever he wants to, Mikan.' Mikan thought as she started to use her roller skates on her way to their mansion.

Devon used his skateboard after a minute of uninteresting walk. After 10 minutes, he arrived at the place where his friend stays. He was standing in front of a mansion, not larger than theirs but definitely not small. It was silver with red ancient designs and was located near the College department building.

He took a deep breath before he rang the bell two times. The very big oak door opened and revealed a lad with dark black spiky hair and black eyes. The young man's face was neutral.

Mikan, who finally arrived at the mansion, was very tired. Emotionally tired. Not having any fights with Devon made her feel like some part of her is missing.

She went to the kitchen, grabbed some random food, ate it, took a shower, open the TV, sit on the couch, and watch some of her favorite shows.

After what felt like a decade, she glanced at the clock. It was already 11 in the evening and Devon still hasn't arrived. It made her worry. She didn't deny it anymore. She's really hella worried.

"That Aho-Devon should have a good reason for making me stay up this late." She thought before she finally decided to stop fighting her sleepy-ness.

Time skip, 11:30 PM (I love Time skips and flashbacks, don't I?)

Devon finally arrived at their mansion. He decided to find some taxi since using his skate board while it's already late in the evening isn't a good idea. There were rabid, stray dogs on the street and he HATES dogs.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Mikan sleeping soundly on the couch. He smiled before he walked towards her, and then shook her a little. Mikan slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Devon, she immediately stood up, and proceeded to her ranting.

"AHO-DEVON! WHY ARE YOU SO LATE! I ALREADY WATCHED 148 EPISODES OF NARUTO AND YOU'RE STILL NOT AT HOME! WHAT THE HELL! YOU MADE ME WORRIED! AND THEN, YOU BROUGHT SOME...what's that?"

Devon smirked for a second before his face became nervous.

"Uhh... I- I'm... sor-sorr-sorry... I didn't really meant what I said... I... bring some bread-like thingy for you..?" Devon mentally killed himself in 500 different ways for stuttering. It includes Tsukiyomi to himself by the way.

Mikan visibly brightened up, all her previous anger forgotten. "WHAT BREAD-LIKE THINGY?"

"It's the crap, I mean, the howalon you want. Here." Devon said as he bought up the howalon in a box to Mikan. Mikan greedily opened it, grabbed some fork out of nowhere and began eating. Yes, she used a fork.

"Hey! Slow down! You got hours, or even days to finish eating that!"

Mikan giggled, before she remembered something. "Hey, Aho-Devon, where did you get this? I was pretty sure it's already sold out!"

"Uh... Well... You see..."

"I'm busy today. Come back tomo-" The lad's neutral face became overlapped with shock, before it suddenly started to form a grin.

"Hey Karasu, what's up? Still remember me?" Devon asked as he put on his trademark smirk.

"Yo, dude! It's been a long time since you visited! Come in!" The lad said as he opened the door and let him in. He closed the door and they started to walk towards the living room. Devon already visited the mansion so many times so he already knew where it was; he memorized it like it was the back of his hand.

"So dude, what brings you here? You only visit me when there is an occasion or you have problem. Obviously, there are no occasions… since I need to put up my poker face just few moments ago. Therefore, you have a problem. What is it?" Karasu asked as he slumped on the couch and waited for the other's response.

Devon sighed as he sat on the couch on the opposite direction. "Mikan and I got in an argument. It's a very stupid and childish one to be precise."

Karasu just stared at him. His eyes were blank before he sighed and face-palmed. He murmured something that sounded suspiciously like 'I should've known.'

He coughed to gain composure and looked at Devon who was mildly glaring at him.

"Do you want to eat something? My personal assistant bought some food but she said she didn't want to eat it. She said something about it being too good for her to eat. You want?" Karasu asked, and then raised a brow when he saw interest in his friend's eyes. He had a good guess it's about the food.

"Wait a minute. Do you know the name of that food?" Devon asked, inwardly pleading that it's that.

Karasu was on a thinking pose as he said, "Well... I think it's something like... Howa… Howa… Howalon. Yeah, that's it. Why do you ask?" One point for Karasu! He's correct, it's about the food.

"KARASU, THAT'S IT!" Devon shouted while standing up, happiness was evident in his eyes.

"Whoa whoa, calm down dude. You're becoming soooo out of character. What about it? Does this Howa-something had something to do with your argument with Mikan?"

"CAN I HAVE THAT HOWALON?" Devon asked with his 'extreme-mode' on as he completely ignored Karasu's question.

"No you can't." Karasu said coldly with his face void of any emotions. He felt like that would gain his attention.

"Wait, what? Why?" And it did. Bingo! 2 points for Karasu!

Karasu stopped acting neutral as he grinned again.

"Tell me about this argument first and why you need it. If you do, then I will give you the Howaling. Sounds good?" Karasu questioned. He was curious about this. It's not every day that you see THE Devon shouting with happiness.

"It's Ho-wa-lon. And well, it started with…" Devon explained what happened and finished after a good 5 minutes or so.

"Hmm... Then it's fine with me. The Howaling's on the silver fridge near the black one. Oh, just an advice. Saying you're sorry is still the best." Karasu stated as he watched Devon ran in the kitchen right after he said "silver fridge". He shook his head while smiling.

'Seems that my friend is in love, eh?'

When Devon came back in the living room, the Howalon was already on a very pretty red box with antique designs. Karasu raised a brow since he didn't remember any box for that food. Devon seemed to notice his confusion so he explained.

"Well, since I will use this Howalon to say sorry, I figured out that it's better if it's in a good container. I just found the box near your fridge. Do you mind?"

Karasu sighed, he seemed to be doing that lately, "Even though I say no, would you listen?"

"Err… no."

"See? What's the point? Now go home and bring that to your girlfriend. It's already about 11 in the evening. She must be worried. NOW GO." Karasu said as he pushed Devon out of his mansion.

Devon walked out then smiled and waved at Karasu who waved back before he went home. When he can't see Devon anymore, he glared at nowhere and muttered something incomprehensible. He slammed the door shut before continuing what he was supposed to be doing before Devon arrived.

"I got it from a friend who we haven't seen for about half a year or so. Well, I'll be sleeping. See ya." Devon said before he proceeded to his room.

"Ohh. Okoh. Gooh Nooh!" Mikan said while still munching on her heaven-like howalon. (Ohh. Okay, Good Night!)

"Yeah yeah. G'night." He entered his room, jump on his bed, and stare at the frame near his bed… again. He reminisced something as he stared at the picture on it; it was Devon and Mikan's picture when they first danced on the Christmas Ball. Mikan was wearing a simple pink dress and her hair was laid down. She looked simple, but beautiful. The little was hugging Devon, who was blushing while glaring at the camera at the same time. He silently snickered before he went to sleep.

Mikan, after eating ¼ of her howalon, decided to stop eating and started to fix herself, her things and do some stuffs.

"I'll just eat the rest tomorrow. Perhaps I can share it with others!" She thought happily before she put the howalon in the fridge. She smiled, and waltzed to her room. She lied down on the bed, and immediately slept.

Mikan woke up quite early than normal. She bounced to the fridge and opened it. Her smile instantly fell… again.

"AHOOOOO-DEVOOOOOOON! ARE YOU THE ONE WHO ATE THE REST OF THE HOWALON! YOU BAKA BAKA BAKA!" Mikan screamed with fury as she found no traces of the howalon. No fork, no plate, no box, NO EVERYTHING! And the three were still in New York! So that means…

"Please… let's not start at this again..." Devon muttered as he face palmed in his room.

- Both are definitely stupid.

End of Chapter 3, Howalons.

Author's Rants:

1. This chapter is supposedly a one-shot story for a mini competition with a friend. I got the idea for this one while eating a strawberry-flavored food (namely, Yum Yum). That competition was actually months ago, and I typed this ages ago.

2. I can't really type the supposedly chapter 3 (stupid writer's block), so I decided to post this instead. Sorry to disappoint, but hey! This just gave me more ideas for the future chapters!

3. There are quite a lot Naruto reference in this if you look carefully. Can you tell me some of those you see? ;)

4. If you didn't understand what is the meaning of the last part, I ask you to re-read the part after the short introduction.

5. I need a little bit of help at Devon's last name, and also to other characters. Do you have some names in mind that you think is nice? Your help would be gladly appreciated!

* Aho-Devon is literally translated to "Stupid Devon", or in this story, "StupiDevon". This idea is from Katekyo Hitman Reborn with Lambo constantly calling Gokudera as "Aho-Dera" or StupiDera.

* This is a quote of Dias Flac from Star Ocean: 2nd Departure.

Next Chapter: Chapter 4 ~ The DeMiGods

Preview for the next chapter:

"I never knew you missed me that much, Kuro Neko."

"Damn. This Death-Hime sure is scary!"

"Sorry, but we can't tell you what happened to Mikan-hime."