Sweet Nature (Yumeiro Patissiere)

Chapter 1: Remebered Dreams

"Yay! Sweets!" Seven year old superstar, Emmy Smith bounced around like a bunny rabbit who just had eight cups of sugar, enough steroids to kill a blue whale, and downed it all with six cups of double espresso lattes. Her blonde pigtails were flying everywhere and her sky blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Quiet down, sis," a handsome man about seventeen said, rolling his amber eyes." You'll disturb the patissieres who are making last minute arrangements to their sweets!" He gestured around them, where patissieres were arranging plates of sweets and icing the last of their cakes for the sweet festival that was taking place in a hour.

"But I'm not the only one excited, Kuro," she insisted." Usa-chan's excited too!" She looked at him with big, blue puppy dog eyes and held up her pink stuffed rabbit for him to see.

Someone behind them laughed, a beautiful melodic sound. They both turned to see a tall, slender, but muscular boy. His skin was white like snow and had a healthy glow about it. Long, jet black hair was tied in a messy ponytail, leaving some hair framing his face and strands falling into his bright green eyes the color of a lush field of grass. He was as handsome as Kuro, and held and an air of grace and elegance around him, dispite the one imperfection on his face-a white scar running from his left eyebrow, down his eyelid, and continuing a short length down his cheek.

Emmy took one look at the boy and broke into a grin."Onee-chan!" She ran up to the boy, hugging him, and he lifted Emmy up into the air and twirled her around while she giggled. After a few moment he put her down.

"Hey, Miyuki, glad you could make it!" Kuro said, grinning. Then he turned to Emmy." What did I tell you about referring to Miyuki as a girl when she is in her disguse!" The super model scolded.

Miyuki broke out laughing. "You're the one to talk, Kuro! You just called me a she, her, and used my real name, Miyuki! My boy name's Yuki, remember?"

Kuro blushed guiltily, and ruffled his short, black hair." Well..."

"Miyuki!" Jean Smith called, icing a triple chocolate cake." Will you help me finish the rest of the cakes?"

"Sure, dad! And It's Yuki!" She reminded him.

"Oh, yeah."

Emmy looked up at Miyuki with starry eyes." Big sis is making sweets? Can I watch?" She asked excitedly.

"Of course, Em!" Miyuki chuckled and ruffled Emmy's hair, then she looked at Kuro.
"You want to come?"

"Of course! Watching you work on your art is amazing!"

Miyuki blushed, embarrassed at his comment. Then, they went to where Jean was standing, and Miyuki started to make multicolored petite fours. It was like magic. It seemed there was some sort of rhythm she was moving to-a silent beat that she danced to. Kuro was right, it was amazing to watch Miyuki work, she didn't seem to notice the crowd of patissieres watching her, stunned at the skill of the fourteen year old. Once she was done, each petite four was covered in smooth chocolate and had a candy flower on it, so it looked like a rainbow garden, each of the sugar flowers that she made gleamed like fine glass.
Then, Miyuki noticed the stunned crowd and blushed slightly in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, did I disturb you?" She asked in her guy voice, she had to keep up the disguse. The crowd seemed to buy it.

Finally, someone seemed to break out of the trance, and she got flooded by questions.

"What's your name, little boy?"

"Who are your parents?"

"How long have you been baking?"