Mikan Yukihira Essay

The moment they got back to the mansion, Mikan Yukihira had never left her room. She had been trying to compose an original song over the piano, but so far, none of them had been promising. Her fingers felt numb and clammy from playing too much, she almost wanted to call it quits.

She put her head on the piano keys, which reverberated loud sounds, but she did not care. Actually, she found it quite soothing, it really expressed her frustrations that she wanted to scream out loud, but she knew she couldn’t because of her fragile voice.

Mikan thought it was best for her to go outside, to help clear her head, and maybe she might get some inspiration from roaming the beauty of nature. Mikan got up and stretched, she finally noticed a dinner tray
that was on her bed, which made her stomach rumble. She felt the food was cold, she must have been so consumed with her work, she didn’t notice that someone came in her room and brought her a tray of food.

She decided to just eat this shiny apple, which winked at her like a penny in a fountain.
She bit it before she moaned at the juicy taste. She began to munch on, but realized it started tickle her throat. With a heavy sigh, she put the apple back on the tray. She grabbed her phone to use as a flashlight, and was on her merry way. The whole mansion was dark, except for a few bright candles here and there, and she realized she worked for an awfully long time.

Mikan descended down the spiral staircase, praying that she won’t trip or miss a step, due to her constant clumsiness. She sighed in relief when her bare feet came in contact with the cold, marble floor. Mikan decided to look for the back door, so she could venture into that labyrinth rose garden she saw outside her window.

If I was a door that led to the backyard, in this really huge mansion, where would I be. Mikan thought to herself. She leaned her body against the wall before she saw a door connected to the staircase.

Intrigued by this, she opened it, and darkness welcomed her line of vision. She gulped, she hated the dark, but she had a feeling that this basement would lead her to the backyard door. She went down the creaky steps, she wished she brought her inhaler, the whole room was covered from head to toe with
dust.

The moonlight illuminated through the screen door, and it beckoned her forward. She slid the glass door open with a swish, she walked out and didn’t look back. It was a beautiful summer night. Mikan breathed in the cool, summer air, also she listened intently to the crickets chirping, and she gazed above the twinkling stars of the night.

The grass and dirt tickled her bare feet as she started to wander through the labyrinth, rose garden. Her nostrils were intoxicated by the sweet fragrance, where the roses quivered their own scented perfume. She picked a rose from the bush with simple ease, she untied her pigtails and let her sun-kissed brown hair roam freely on her back. She put the flower in her shiny locks, and started to dance freely throughout the different trails of the maze.

Mikan felt like the greek goddess, Persephone, and she imagined these own flowers were her own creation. Suddenly, she smelled cigarette smoke, she gave off a distaste expression.

She only knew one person who was probably smoking, sure enough, her hunch was correct. Natsume Hyuuga sat on his bench, he blew out transparent smoke rings, which reminded her of the caterpillar from Alice in wonderland.

Mikan flushed in heavy embarrassment by the transfixed and slightly amused expression he gave her. She wondered how long she had danced in front of him? And how could she had not notice another human presence?

“Ummm… how long you’ve been there?” She inquired while she avoided eye contact from him.

His reply was a simple: ‘Hn’, for his response. He smirked to her own annoyance, but she tried to not to show it on her face.

She could feel her throat starting to get irritated by the smoke, she covered her mouth before she let out a wheezy sound. “Hyuuga, could you please not smoke anymore, it really bothers my asthma,” She hated to plead him, but she really had no choice.

Mikan was surprised he abided her request, he put his cigarette out into an ashtray and implied for her to come seat next to him.

She gave him a funny look, which made him roll his eyes. “I’m not going to do anything to you, all I want is for us to have a talk,”

Mikan slowly sat next to him, but she made sure sat far away from him as possible, better safe than sorry.