Mika yelped as Misaki threw her into a closet. "Aww Misaki!! Let me out!!" she whinned banging on the door. When he didnt listen, she slide down on to the ground and pulled her knees up. The place was dark and small, which she didnt like at all. She put her head down and started to cry. "Let me out..." she whinned as tear drops fell from her eyes. She started to shake as more tears streamed down her face.

Misaki walked in from the laundry room, allready dressed in new cloths. He walked over to the door and put his ear to it. ... Crying? Oh for gods sake... mother fucker...
Misaki almost cried himself. It broke his heart. Maybe he went to far... but still, shes was tougher than that... right? He was tempted to throw the door open immedeatly, but he didn't. Mika had had this comeing anyway. She was to sassy for her own good. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out some ice cream. He put some in a bowl and walked back over to the door. He set he bowl down, just next to the door, so she wouldn't see it. He wiped his eyes real quick.
Misaki opened the door, his arm crossed. He nearly collapsed when he saw the sobbing girl in front of him, but he matained his composure. "I'm sorry. But I had to do it. Now." He held out a hand to her, smileing in a very 'Misaki-like' way. "Have you learned your lesson Mika?"

Mika quickly wiped her eyes when the door opened, "No you big fat bully!" she yelled running out of the closet. She zoomed into his room closing the door behind her. No, she really wasnt all that sad, it was just that she didnt like being alone in a dark cramped place. It made her feel... lonely and scared.
The girl looked around the room, still standing by the door. She sat down, with her back leaning against it and looked at the ground.

Misaki smirked as she ran off. Mika was too predictable. He walked over to the door and knocked on it. "Mika, your ice cream is melting." He left the door and went back to play his game.
Mika would eventually come out for her ice cream, still mad at Misaki. But she would get over it. He sighed. Still, he did feel a little bad. She DID go a little far there... but making her cry... was he any better? He shrugged. Mika was no doubt going to tell him to say he's sorry soon... he mentaly prepared himself to say no. No matter how much Misaki was her friend, if at times he had to act like a parent, he would. That girl needed to learn some manners.

Mika didnt care anymore. She had enough ice cream already. She crossed her arms before getting up. Queitly she opened te door and walked out, without even taking a glance at the ice cream. She grabbed a book and sat on a couch away from Misaki. Without a word, Mika started to read. She wanted to see how long this will last. As far as she knew, she can give him the silent treatment for as long as she wanted.

He glanced at Mika as she walked out. She ignored the ice cream? That was like her favorite thing ever! Maybe this was more serious than he thought... it only made Misaki feel that much worse. Still, Misaki was one that was hard the stay mad at. Mika was furious to be sure... he sighed, turning back to his game. He should give her a little time to cool off... then he had to apologi-
Oh snap! Misaki smiled, quickly taking his current game out and replacing it with another. Little big planet was awesome... you could literally make ANYTHING you wanted. He knew how he could at least try to make it up to her. Aww...! But what could he use as a reference... did she have a picture...? Maybe... just maybe he could pull it off... the best senario would be for her to have a picture. Maybe at her house... he HAD to check. C'mon, Misaki... make an excuse... Silver brushed past his leg. Misaki immedeatly jumped up. "I have to go get some food for Silver. I'll be right back."
Misaki ran outside, and smiled to himself, proud of himself for breaking his old speed record. Five minutes. That was all it would take. Misaki was at Mika's house in the blink of an eye. He opened the door and looked around. Under the bed, on the tables... anywhere. Then he found it.
Misaki slowly picked up the old photo album. The pages crinkled, like they hadn't been touched in a while. Immedeatly he found the picture he could use. So that's the famous Shiro... thats his name, right? Misaki shruged. It was a family photo. Shiro, Mika's parents, and baby Mika herself. He wondered how she had held on to it all these years.
He slipped the photo between to old books from her shelf to keep it undamaged, then set the album down. He smirked. Time to get to work. He walked back outside and zoomed back to his apartment.

Mika watched Misaki leave from the corner of her eyes. Once he was out she put the book down and looked at the ice cream. "That was such a waste.." she pouted before looking at Silver. Silver meowed and walked into the kitchen. Smiling, she watched before walking back into Misaki's room and laying on the bed. She closed her eyes. Today was a tiring day afterall. As soon as she closed her eyes, Mika had fallen asleep.
Silver walked in, jumping onto the bed. The brush of his fur made Mika wake up, but fell asleep once more as Silver curled up besides her.

Misaki opened the door slowly, stepping in with practiced silence. He glanced at Mika through his open door. Perfect. Luck was on his side... He walked back to his game, which was still on. He took out the photo again and looked at it, setting to work. Little Big Planet was the game MASTER for originality. You could make ANYTHING. And Misaki was about to make his first new level. His hands worked like an ant. He needed to finish this before Mika woke up tomorrow. He first made the level a small adventure. It was a lot of jumping around, and it ended with the nameless director dying. He level then shifted to a simpler stage, just a flat land, with pictures Misaki made of Shibuya and the many people. It ended with the usual thing, a scoreboard, but after that... a picture fell out of the sky. Down from above fell the picture Misaki had found, made with the bunches of different colored materials. Baby Mika and her family standing in front of their house, all of them smiling. Just outside the picture was Misaki himself. Smirking and leaning against the mural of sorts. A speach bubble appeared from his mouth. "How do you like it?"
It took four hours to make.
Misaki smiled like in his picture, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stood up and saved it, setting it up to play, then turning the TV off, the game still on. He wrote a note down and taped it to the screen. 'Turn the TV on and play this. I made it for you.' It said.
He jumped to the couch and layed back, shutting his eyes. He peeked over for a second to see it was 3:30 in the morning. He slowly shut his eyes agin. Time to get his few hours of sleep before Mika woke up.