I'd gladly buy Mikan that Big Mac she wants so much... and I know she'd let me. After all, we've become so close after, well, you know. It was sad for both of us... sadder for Mikan, having not seen her for months, bedridden at home with "loli AIDS." And for me, her poor Onii-san, taking care of her for those last few months. And the way her body mysteriously disappeared... Mikan took it very hard.
So that's why we're going to McDonalds. He watches us as we enter... that clown. Is that a smile on his face, or a sinister grin? I don't know, I learned long ago, in World War III: Jesters vs. Mimes, not to trust a clown. Mikan beams as she orders a Big Mac with fries and a coke. I smile at her and order a salad. You are what you eat, you know. Mikan munches down like a cute little cub, her eyes crossed in concentration. She moves on to the fries. "Ah, don't forget the salt" I remind her, as I sprinkle the greased potatoes liberally. Only it's not salt.
When Mikan awakes, she's in my lovely kitchen... strapped to her chair, obviously. Heavy leather strap, spared no expense. She awakens groggily, squirming futilely as her eyes squint. Ah, the moe! She sees me and demands an explanation. I move over from the stove, revealing what I was slaving over... a brown, fragrant soup. "Micchan" I say tenderly, "that McDonald's stuff is no good. You need a real meal." I scoop a hearty portion and place it in a bowl in front of her. As she's bound, I have no choice but to feed her. I spoon some up and lift it to her beautiful double-u'd lips. She reluctantly takes a sip. Her eyes go large. "Delicious! It's really delicious!" "Really? I'm so glad!" She quickly downs it all.