EDITED. Aiiie, made the dumbest mistake and put 'Mikan & Narumi', stupid mistake. My bad guys.

Title: Tutor

Summary: Tutoring Mikan in English: "I'm only going to say this once, and then we'll see, okay? Good afternoon. Good evening. Hello. Goodbye. I'm sorry. I love you."

"Okay, good afternoon. Good evening. Hello. Goodby—wait, what were the last two?"

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Tutor

NatsumeMikan

Disclaimer - I do not own GA.

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o1.

Her life was officially over.

Academically, speaking, though. Relationship-wise, too.

The reasons why Mikan Sakura, a usually happy person, felt depression and the occasional anger, can be attributed to a number of things.

a) Natsume Hyuuga

b) Failing her English test

c) Natsume Hyuuga

d) Needing a tutor for English

e) Natsume Hyuuga

f) Natsume Hyuuga, being that tutor

Indeed, her life sucked.

It sucked like the suckers on a shark. It sucked like a vacuum. It sucked like a black hole, for god's shake!


o2.

"Polka."

She was going to kill him.

No.

She couldn't, then who'd be her tutor? Hotaru had refused ages ago, and made sure of it, too.

So she couldn't kill, that didn't mean she couldn't think about it.

Stupid (stupid, stupid, stupid) Natsume, going out with stupid (stupider, stupider, stupider) Luna.

"Polka."

She cringe, she had to do this. Her English mark depended on it. "What?"

He returned her unfavourable attitude with a smug smirk, "We'll start with the basics."

"Whatever."


o3.

Oh god.

Why was English so hard? Why couldn't the world just speak Japanese?

Then again, she wasn't doing to well in that subject either….

"Okay. Now for the translations," Natsume said, his eyes on the textbook.

She hated him. She truly, honestly, hated him.

She hated him, AND the fact that he had to be so goddamn handsome.

Stupid Natsume.

Natsume and his unnatural yet piercing crimson eyes, and his unkempt raven hair. Natsume and his stupid perfect bone structure, full (kissable) lips, and well-arched nose.

Stuuupid Natsume.

Still, with all that, even his terrible attitude, made her fall for him. But it didn't matter, he was dating that, ugh, horrible (Gross. Lip-stick practically living on her face) girl, Luna.

"Okay, try translating this," Natsume said thrusting a paper in Mikan's face.

Idly, she began to read them aloud, "Dog. Cat. Lily. Rain. Red. I. Broke. Up. With….Luna?"

Confused, she met his gaze, "I broke up with Luna?"

He shrugged, "Your not as stupid as you look, Polka."

But before she could say anything, he continued with his lesson, "Okay. Now for greetings—"

"I already know my English greetings," Mikan pointed out, proudly.

"—Shut up. I'm only going to say this once, and then we'll see, okay? Good afternoon. Good evening. Hello. Goodbye. I'm sorry. I love you."

"Okay, good afternoon. Good evening. Hello. Goodby—wait, what were the last two?"

Satisfied, he smirked, "I told you, I'd say it only once, Polka."


I' am well aware that Luna is ages older than Natsume, but shhhh! :)

Okay, well if you actually read of all of this, and (LE GASP) enjoyed it, REVIEW! Make my....night, dudes(ettes)

:P

-Travelogue.