I hope you find pleasure while reading this. This is dedicated to Hikari-chama who has helped me various times. Thank you Hikari-chama!

Mikan

It's just another day of horrible, horrible school. I'm sitting at my desk with Natsume and Ruka.

In fact, I'm trying to sleep peacefully. I'm sick of them calling me an idiot; do they know this is for them? Acting like an idiot isn't as easy as it seems.

Here I am, pretending to sleep, snoring like a dumb idiot, waiting for Jinno to just punish me, "Mikan Sakura!" The thing is I'm not in the mood for that today. "WHAT?" I spat out as everyone turned their heads to me, looking startled.

Jinno looked startled as well. "Uh," he cleared his throat, "Detention."

I stood up, cocking my head to the side, "Well then, Jin-Jin, honey, I'm sorry to say this, but I refuse." I crossed my arms, staring him straight in the eye.

"Sakura..." he waved his wand (whatever it is) tauntingly.

"It's Yukihira. Yu-ki-hi-ra, engrave that into your brain."

Several gasps were heard across the room.

I swiftly walked over to someone's desk and just sat on it, crossing my legs together. I grin with a big Cheshire grin, "Shall I try the taste of darkness now?" The grin got wider, (if it was even possible) "Not that I haven't before." I add.

Then, I jump off the random guy's desk, gave Jinno one last glance and jumped out the window.

I land and head straight to where I knew Rei-oppa definitely was. Northern forest.

Ah, now you're confused, Rei-oppa? Have I ever told you the "Yukihira" family was originally from South Korea? Well, you don't know everything about me. Recently, we've been taking Hangul lessons, though just the basics since we were going to go on a field trip to Seoul in a week or so. Too bad I'll be there before them!

I could remember all their faces laughing at my "stupidity" for constantly giving the wrong words and not even being able to recognize the Hangul alphabet, of course it was an act. Ha! They must be idiots; I'm the one who knows how to speak Korean and write Hangul fully...

I was on the verge of tears. How could they? After so many years...

I hug Rei-oppa from behind when his tall figure came into view. "Hi." I said plainly.

"You're not supposed to be hugging me..." He whispered, turning around as I let my hands fall to my side.

I let out a shaky breath, "I want to go home."

Before he could say, 'This is your home.' And argue about keeping our identities, I let a tear spill out of my eye, "As in home."

I hopped into the black limousine along with Rei-oppa, slipping on my shades to cover my face. The chauffeur shut the car's door for me and hopped in himself as I look out the open window.

Then I see a familiar face... "Ah, Youichi!" I turn to Rei-oppa, "You idiotic brother, you didn't even tell him anything? No way in heck I'm leaving him in this jail."

"Noona!" He opened the vehicle's door, jumped in and shut it before anyone could see me.

But it was too late for that. Someone saw me and immediately yelled, "Sakura's in a limo?!" and ran to everyone screaming, "Sakura's in a limousine even though she's a one-star!" Obviously, the news about me being a Yukihira didn't leak out yet.

"Oh man, have you seen her without those ugly pig-tails?" he wolf-whistled. "Hey dude, she's not a Sakura no more, she's a freaking Yukihira!"

Or maybe it did.

When everyone finally figured out what was actually going on, everyone (And I mean everyone) ran out the gates.

"MIKAN!" I hear yells and screams. I tell the chauffeur to shut all the windows, I then close my eyes, "Step on it." and we were on our way to Seoul. (A/N: Or, well, the airport, with the the plane that would bring them to Seoul.)

Natsume

What the heck, Mikan standing up for herself? Impossible.

"MIKAN!" I hear screams, shouting, yelling. Man, it sounded like a riot, why can't this dumb place you call school just be quiet, even for once? Is it really that hard?

I open one eye and spot Mikan, in a freaking limousine...

Wait a second... I open my other eye and squint. Is that Persona and Youichi?!

Ha, can't be...

...

It freaking is! I get on my feet and run, leaving my manga beside the Sakura tree, me and Mikan's Sakura tree...

"MIKAN." But it's too late, the windows closed and they travelled... wherever they're off to.

I turned to everyone who was mourning, weeping, and was just acting so dreary. "What the heck just happened?"

"Mi-Mikan is..."

Mikan

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Youichi asked as I settle my luggage beside my seat. "There's 5 minutes left until the plane arrives, it's not too late to turn ba-" Before I was able to retort, Rei-oppa just gave him a blank look, "Trust me, she wants this, and you know it. The question is, why are you so reluctant to leave?"

"No reason." He quickly sputtered out.

"Youichi..." I could tell he was lying.

"I-I... Please, I just want to be with you guys, go back to Seoul and live a peaceful life for now." He quietly pleaded.

"Come here." I spread my arms wide as he stumbled into them. "It'll be all good, don't worry..." I cooed to the 9 year old boy in front of me. As he buries his face onto my shoulder and sobs quietly, I sigh.

After all, this 9 year old boy in front of me is still the kid he was when I arrived at Gakuen Alice. To me, my wonderful little brother will always be the same little brother I gently smiled at on the day of his birth.

Rei-oppa sighed and grabbed my luggage (full of clothes, disguises, my phone, laptop, you know, the sort) along with his, "It's time."

Youichi looked up and wiped his tears, "Yeah, grab hers, not mine." Rei-oppa and I chuckled as Youichi left my arms to drag his luggage (probably full of useless stuff, seeing that the two suitcases were bulky) all the way into the plane.

I smile as I run to Youichi, jumping up onto his back and wrapping my arms around his neck as he stumbled, trying to drag his luggage (USELESS) yet while being careful not to drop me.

Rei-oppa quickly caught up to us from behind and gave us a smile. Me and Youichi looked at each other, cocked an eyebrow then laughed while returning his smile.

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