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Chapter 12

I rolled up the sleeve of Mika's hoodie, making sure the gashes on her arms weren't going to get infected. "You better be putting this much effort into keeping an eye on your own wounds." She growled, annoyed and slightly angry. I ignored her and let go of her arm. She yanked her sleeve back into place, then turning her back to me. She never liked it when I checked the marks, but I still had to, just to make sure. "Mika, you want something to eat?" I asked, getting up and walking into the kitchen. "No, thanks." I heard her answer. "Seriously, you're not going to eat anything just because you're mad at me?" I muttered. "No, that's not why. I'm just not that hungry." She replied. Since when are you ever not hungry? I wondered to myself. "Fine, whatever. I closed the cupboard I had opened, and went back to the living room. Mika was sulking on the armchair. "Stop being such a grump, Mika." 

"Or what?" She mumbled. "Or. . ." I thought for a minute. "Or no piggy-back rides for a month." I smiled. "What? Hey, that's just cruel, alright?" She yelled, suddenly alarmed. "Well, a grumpy Mika can be pretty cruel too, you know." I said, my finger lightly brushing against her nose. She slapped my hand. "Well maybe if you just wouldn't insist on checking my arms." I crouched down next to the armchair and whispered in her ear. "Okay, no piggy-back rides it is."

"Wait- No! I'm not grumpy anymore." Mika said, turning around, her face only inches from mine. I stood back up. "Too bad. Too late." I said, folding my arms. Mika got up off of the armchair and stood up in front of me. "Left kneecap." She growled.  I sighed. "Fine, only if you eat something." She only glared at me. "Are you trying to fatten me up so you can eat me?" 

"Oh, so you still think I'm a cannibal?" I asked her with a smirk. "Ever heard of sarcasm, Akio?" She replied, still glaring. "Of course, I speak it quite fluently." I said, laughing. "You can't force feed me." She muttered. "Fine, whatever. Suit yourself." I said, dropping the subject. I walked over and laid down on the couch. I closed my eyes and suddenly felt something flat drop on my stomach. I sat up and picked up a notebook. "Did you throw this at me?" I asked Mika. "Maybe. You have no proof. Just look at the first few pages anyway." She said. I opened the notebook and read through the first three pages or so, of what seemed to be a story she'd written. "So, this is good, but why do I need it?" I asked her with a suspicious tone. "Do you think you could draw it?" She asked, leaning back and forth on the chair slightly. "Uh, sure. Maybe. . . I think." I muttered, looking over the story. "There's a few scenes that might be a little difficult, but I think I could."

"Would you be willing to?" She gave me a hopeful look. "Sure, it might take a while, though." I replied, smiling slightly. She ran towards me and hugged me. "It's not that big of a deal." I said, placing my hand on her back. "Maybe not, but thank you anyway." She said, kissing me on the cheek before running back to my sister's room. I smiled and followed after her, but instead went into my own room and got out my sketchbook.