Ryouta and Seyoku gets their tickets and sat on a nearby bench to rest for a bit. They got some cold drinks from a red vending machine right next to the bench.

Seyoku opens it and gulps two thirds of it in one go. "Oooh yeah this is the stuff! Also, it IS getting hotter now. There's so many people around." Ryouta sighs, "Yeah. Back then when I was like twelve, my sister sneaked out of the house with me to AniX-VO. It was so hot and the smell was so bad I passed out." 

While the two friends were busy chatting, our lovely sisters has finally arrive at the box office, with messy hair, messy clothes, and a messy face. 

"Ugh... I took so long doing my hair and now it'd ruined... thanks for nothing," Miko scorned as she tries to fix herself. Mikan rolls her eyes, "We're here now, so stop whi-" Mikan screamed for dear life the second she saw her sister. "What is it??" Mikan sighs in relief, "God don't scare the shit outta me like that! I thought you were a ghost or something..." "Why you-!" they were both still being pushed around by the crowded line. 

After a while, they finally get to the front. The ticket-guy was a woman with brown tied hair and incredibly dark circles under her eyes. She looks ready to commit a genocide. "Sigh... how many tickets?" she said with no energy. Mikan, knowing how it feels to work with customers, can't help but feel bad for her. Before Mikan could utter anything, Miko shoved her aside and flips her hair. She then smiles warmly at the woman. Everyone around them turns their attention to Miko, captivated by her charm. At that moment, it looked as if she was shining. Suddently, the womans face becomes clear as day. She looks refreshed, as if she drank holy water juice or something. The people around them also looked as if they've been blessed by an Jesus H Christ! H for holy. "Two tickets please!" she asked. "Y...yes!!" The woman quickly gets two tickets. She does her tickety things and hands the tickets to her with both hands, "H-here you go!" Miko reaches her hand to grab the tickets and winks as she says "Thank you!" The woman and the people around them all almost fell into the ground! "God, why is she my sister..." Mikan thought. They both leave to go to Black Bears panel.

At the same time this was happening, the boys finished resting. Seyoku and Ryouta decided to split. Ryouta went to go to his beloved Black Bear panel and Seyoku went to another diffrent panel. 

Mikan takes out her phone and opens a website that looks like a map. More specifically, the Anime X-VO's convention layout. They head sail to Mikan's panel with the guidance of the map. Things were doing swell, until they met a crowd of people. Miko looks at Mikan, worried, "...were not... going through that... right?" Mikan looks down at her phone, telling her that yes, indeed, they have to pass through the crowd. "Okay, let's hold hands so we don't split." Mikan suggested. "Hey, I saw you picking your fucking nose just a second ago." "Eh... it's not like you've never picked your nose before. I'm your sister anyways, why does it matter?" Miko gives her a disgusted look, "This is why mom doesn't love you."

They both try to walk past the crowd, only to be split by sweaty cosplayers. "FUUUUCK I TOLD YOU TO HOLD MY HAND!!!!" Mikan yelled as she gets dragged further and further away from Miko. She couldn't hear her sisters retorts. Mikan gets pushed around, unable to move with her own will. Even worse, the people she bumps into gets mad at her for touching them, even though it wasn't her fault. This is like playing with matches in a very dense and flammable forest.

At the same time, Ryouta was also in said crowd, being pushed around. "Oooh, the fumes in this place... I'm gonna pass out again..." he thought to himself. The more he tries to oppose the currents, the blurrier his vision gets. Oh shit, he might actually pass out like last time! And yes, he did. He fell ontop of something. What's the something? Mikan's boobs. Nice. Of cource, Mikan doesn't know that his soul is drifting elsewhere right now, plus because of the crowd testing her patience, she gets incredibly mad. Like a volcano, she finally erupts. She punches Ryouta to an empty hallway and walks towards him with the intention on relieving her anger. "You... how dare you..." she clenches her fist, "people like you... SHOULD FUCKING BURN IN HELL!!!!!"

Before her fist could touch his face, she realized how dead he looked. Like, he actually looked like a corpse. Mikan was shocked, she thought she finally killed a person. "HOOOLY SHITTT!!! HE ACTUALLY WENT TO HELL!!!! I DIDN'T ACTUALLY MEAN THAT, WAKE THE FUCK UP PERVERT!!!!!" She slaps his face in a panic, making him look even worse. "GYAAAAAHH!!!! THIS IS IT!! I'M-I'M GONNA GO TO JAIL!!! I WON'T BE ABLE TO READ MANGA ANYMOREEEEE!!! MY LIFE IS RUINED!!!!" She slaps herself, "Calm down... calm down... I think it's the fumes that's making me act irrational! There's no way hes dead. I just gotta do... CPR! Yeah! That'll work!"

"Step 1, place both of your hands ontop of the other and push the patients chest quickly." Mikan puts both of her hand on Ryoutas chest and starts pumping, maybe... a tad bit too hard... Ryouta's face seems to be getting worse and closer to death. She may or may not have destroyed his lungs. "WHY DO YOU LOOK LIKE THAT??!?!" she yells at him. 

"Step 2, pinch the patients nose and put your mouth on the patients mouth and start blowing on their mouth to make the chest rise." Ew, thats gross Mikan thought so instead, she put her nose on his mouth, which really isn't any better. "Uuugh his mouth smells horrible... like, a tuna sandwich..." she thought. She blows her nose really hard... too hard... I think the boogers inside her nose flew into his mouth... oh boy...

"Step 3, continue both steps until a medical profesional arrives at the scene." Mikan does exactly that, and uh, Ryouta doesn't look so hot. After a bit, Mikan finally accepts that this is not working. "GAAAH WHAT DO I DO?!?!" She quickly grabs her tiny bag to see what she can use to help him. A pocket knife! Thats not useful. Pocky! What are ya gonna do, pray with it? Uuuuh water bottle! OK, pour that shit onto his face. She did accordingly and OH MY GOD HE'S MOVING!!! Yaaaay no more jail tim- wait, he's... CHOKING??! Godamnit Mikan. This time, she looks through his bag to find ANYTHING that can save him. 

Without Mikan noticing, Ryouta finally wakes up, still chocking though. "W-w-w-whajt bis goign ong?!?!?" he thought. After rummaging through his bag, she finds his phone and decides to threaten him to wake up and not, well, DIE or else the phone gets it. "WAKE UP OR THIS PHONE IS DYING WITH YOU!!!" Ryouta, realizing he's choking because of the water in his throat, sits up, and coughs out all the water out. Seeing that Ryouta is alive and awake, Mikan feels incredibly relieved and doesn't do anything to the phone. The phone survies another day.

"W-what... the hell are you doing...??" he muttered, exhausted from the chaos that happened while he was unconcious.