The Sister (Yumeiro Patisserie)

Henry Lucas

"Onee-san! If you don't hurry up, we're leaving without you!" Natusme said impatiently.

"I'm coming! Wait for me!" Ichigo said as she hurried down the stairs.

She slipped on nothing but thin air and rolled down the stairs...again.

"I can't believe your my sister! At least Sakura-onee is calm. I won't be able to handle two of you!" My imouto, Natsume said.

"Well I'm SORRY~ that-"

"Hurry up! It's time to go, Natsume, Ichigo." Mother said and walked out the front door.

In the car...

"I can't believe it! How can someone be so clumsy! It's already the fifth time this month!" Mother said.

"Hai~ Hai~ Daijoubu! It means Ichigo is still my baby girl!" Father said with a pleasant smile visible on his face.

"Mou~" Mother pouted.

"Eww! There are kids in the car you know!" Natsume said while covering her eyes.

"We're here!" Father said, getting out of the car.

We found a good spot in the middle, where we can see the performer up close, but not too close.

When it was Natsume's turn, we simultaneously slouched forward to see better. However, Natsume looked nervous. It seemed like Ichigo noticed too, because she shouted out loud to Natsume.

"Gambate! Natsume~" Ichigo yelled out.

After the concert, it was determined by the judges that Natsume won. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Ichigo slip out of the concert hall.

In the Sweets Festival...

When Natsume finished her interviews, we went to look for Ichigo. We all knew where she was right away as soon as we saw a poster about the Sweets Festival.

"Let's go!" Mother said. "Hopefully, Ichigo brought her wallet this time. Ne, Papa?"

"H-hai..." Father said going into a corner, growing mushrooms.

We soon found Ichigo and as Mother predicted, she forgot her wallet at home. I picked out my sweets and payed for it, while Ichigo was shouting at how she was going to get more cakes.

"I wonder were it is..." I said as I searched for my sweets notebook.

"Ah...here it is!"

I brought out my quill and recipe book and started to write down the ingredients and what was needed to perfect the sweet.

This recipe book is very precious to me. Grandmother gave it to me 2 years ago because she saw potential in me. From that day, I practiced every sweets in the recipe book over and over again and even recreated them.

Home...

"What!? You want to transferr schools?" Father yelled out. " No! Mama! I disagree with her decision! The school is in France! Papa will not let my baby girl away to France!"

"But there is a japanese branch of the school! It's only a two hour car ride from here." Mother said. "And didn't your mother go to the main branch is Paris? Maybe your mother's DNA in her is awakening."

"No!" Father argued crying a waterfall of tears.

"Papa~ I found a golf club underneath the bed~" Mother said.

"Fine!" Father said.

"Mother, I would like to go to St. Marie, too" I said speaking up.

"But you can't. You didn't get scouted by Mr. Henri Lucas!"

" But Mother, I did. You see..."

Flashback...

As I was writing down the recipe of the current sweet, a man came to me and asked what I was doing.

" I'm writing the recipe of this cake. The one thing that bothers me is that this cake is too similar to a cake of my late grandmother's." I replied politely.

"Could your grandmother perhaps be Amano Michiko?" He asked.

"Yes. She was." I said.

"Would you like to taste my new cake?" He offered.

"Yes. However would please kindly tell me your name?" I asked.

"Oh! My, I'm sorry! My name is Henry Lucas. Yours is..."

"Ah...yes. My name is Sakura, Amano Sakura."

"I see, I believe I met your sister just now. She has an incredible sense of taste!" Mr. Henry Lucas said. " Would you like to go to St. Marie Academy? I believe you would grow to become a wonderful patissiere."

"If it won't be a bother. However, I would like to have my own private dorm." I said.

"Of course!"