A Sweet Little Angel

Chapter 1

~Akira's POV~

A few years have passed and I'm still with Henri, which was a miracle, well, to me, where I was trained to be a patissiere.

I had a great time with him.

I was able to forget all about the past and I am currently sleeping. Well, was, since I already woke up with the help of the annoying sound of my phone alarm.

-buzz buzz-

Slamming my hand on the phone, I was surprisingly able to shut the alarm.

What?

Yes, I am normally a morning person.

Normally.

-buzz-

The phone. Again?!

-sigh-

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I picked up my phone and answered it.

"Hello. Who is it?"

"It's Henri."

"Do you need anything in this fine morning", I responded back with slight sarcasm.

I swear, I am a morning person.

"I need you to come to Japan and study at the St. Marie Academy here."

"Do I have to", I whined.

"I'll send you chocolate every week", he said with a sigh silently escaping his lips.

"Deal", I replied back quickly.

"Good", he exclaimed back, unfazed of what happened earlier.

This happens a lot.

"So when do I go", I questioned.

"Today", he replied calmly.

"Right now?"

"Yes."

"Okay. I'll leave right now. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone.

"Now I have to get ready."

Scurrying around my room, I was grabbing clothes from here and there and dumping them in my light blue suitcase.

After finishing, I finally noticed the plane ticket to Japan on my bedside table. I grabbed it and was about to leave until I remembered that I forgot something.

Strange. I already ate during the packing of my clothes . . .

Sugar.

Sugar is my Sweets Spirit.

'Oh great.'

Turning back, I went into my room and  walked to a doll house. Opening it, I took hold of the small bed where Sugar laid.

Gently tugging the blanket off, I was able to rouse her.

She looked at me with her blue and surprisingly, red eyes. Cool, right?

Her left eye is blue, the same shade as mine surprisingly, and the right is red.

"What now Aki", she questioned in an irritated voice, clearly calling me by my nickname as if it was an actual way to be able to murder me at that moment for waking her.