Taking Down Natsume Hyuuga
By Sweet Delusion
Step One: Plotting
Annoyance. That's how I always felt about the subject of Hyuuga Natsume. The damn bastard had always had a soft spot for my best friend, Mikan Sakura. The two of us had practically grown up together, although Mikan had the mind of a child, thus leading us to the conclusion that she had never really matured during the nine years that I've known that idiot. That led us to the next subject of her not understanding that Natsume was completely, irrationally, and forever in love with her.
Okay, a bit dramatic on my part, but still. I've hit that subject close to the ballpark. Glancing at how the two of them spoke to each other by the Sakura Tree, 'their' spot, I had to roll my eyes. How could she not see that? She was so stupid to not notice how Natsume didn't look like a stick-up-the-ass whenever she was around, she never noticed how he was more agreeable whenever she butt into arguments, and the one matter that always get me to laugh, is the fact that she never noticed WHY boys in our class always get sent down to the emergency room.
Little Miss Sunshine, never noticed how all the boys drooled over her, especially the flame caster.
In a fluid motion, I sat on a bench, and waited for my partner in crime. My right leg was crossed over my left and my hands were folded neatly on my lap. I imagined that I looked as dignified as usual, and I scanned the crowd of people who bustled past me. A shadow was cast upon me and I knew my partner in crime was here.
Without looking up from my gaze glued to the ground, "Surmire."
"Hotaru," she acknowledged back with a slight nod of the head. She quickly sat down next to me, without an invitation from me. I had to smirk at the dog-cat Alice user; never was she annoying or on my back like how Anna and Nonoko were. I could easily relate to her, as her intellect was high and she had interest in some of the same matters as I was: plotting.
Her dark green hair that ended at her mid-back was in soft waves that billowed in the slight wind. A nice crisp pin stripped jacket covered her petite frame with matching pants and good 5-inched black stilettos were visible from the flare of her pants. Her moss green eyes were highlighted with black eyeliner and shadowed with silver eye shadow. Ruby red lipstick covered her lips, and I had to nod in approval. She looked just as professional as I did. This was no ordinary meet-up to catch up with one another, but a mission.
To take down Natsume Hyuuga.
Taking out a notebook from her purse, only God knows how many objects can be kept in a purse of a woman. Whipping a pen from behind her ear, she smiled at me and coolly spoke to me, "What's on the agenda today, Hotaru? When I got your message, I knew that this wasn't going to be a friendly chat."
I smiled, "Observant, aren't we, Surmire?"
She shrugged her shoulders and replied nonchalantly, "I don't have a dog-cat Alice for nothing. I can sniff out trouble from a mile away, dear."
"Of course," I agreed as I asked, "How do you feel about Hyuuga? I do believe that you had a crush on him that took you on the extent that you worshipped the ground that he walked on."
She rolled her moss green eyes at my direction as she scoffed, "Please, Hotaru. I was ten. I was still a child then. I could care less about him, actually. I have a feeling that you want to plot against the poor man?"
"Au contraire," I grinned wickedly, "I wouldn't call that guy a MAN… Not after what I have in store with him. How did you guess? Mikan wouldn't be able to figure that out that quickly."
Surmire smirked at me, "Hotaru, what have we learned? No one can be as dense as Mikan, so don't assume about me, although I'm sure you already have. And I have an Evil Hotaru Plotting device built in my mind, so you can't fool me."
"Touché," I offered out and we exchanged grins with each other. Mikan and I were close knitted best friends, but Surmire and I connected on a whole other level. She understood me as I understood her. Sure, we don't tell each other about our parents or invite each other over to stay a night in each other's dorms, but we just knew each other. Like how she could always tell when I had the wheels in my mind reeling in an evil plot and I could always tell when she was about to psychically beat a boy up. I knew that whenever she was nervous, she'd chew her lip, when she was happy, there was a light in her eyes. That's just our friendship.
She tapped her pen idly and ushered, "Continue, I'm intrigued, Hotaru."
"For the heading, put Plot Number 1009. And then under it, put victim with those colons with Hyuuga next to it. Skip a line, and put masterminds, colons, Imai and Shouda. Or vice versa, whichever you'd like," I gave the directions off-handedly. I added the vice versa thing when I saw her nose twitching in irritation. She nodded and scribbled down the information quickly, but in elegant small script.
I rattled off, telling her directions as she nodded along and wrote down the notes. She knew that I knew that she preferred to have things written down, as I. You could feel the personalization on the writing rather than writings on the computer and etc. We both knew that she had the better handwriting out of the two us, so she was the one who wrote down the information as I planned.
In the end, this is what we both had come up with.
Plot:
Victim: Hyuuga, Natsume.
Masterminds: Shouda & Imai.
Motives:
Shouda- She is the best friend of Mikan Sakura, indifferent of Hyuuga, and need to take some steam off at him.
Imai- Best friend of Mikan Sakura, annoyed at Hyuuga and thinks of him as a menace, Hyuuga owes her over $1,000 in cash and it's time to pay her back, she hates Hyuuga for disclosed reasons, and she just loves to be evil.
Goal:
Hyuuga to be stripped of his:
- Dignity
- Manhood
- Integrity
Also, he's going to be mentally and physically abused.
List of Reasons why:
- He has no balls for not asking out Mikan Sakura, so why should he have balls in the first place?
- He insults Hotaru Imai's vast intellect
- He just plains insults Imai on everything she does/says
- He should plain ole die according to Imai
- Surmire Shouda has a good laugh at plotting against this man (correction: he-she species)
- That's the only reason for Surmire Shouda assisting Hotaru Imai, word to the wise
- He is stupid, dense, idiotic, moronic, stubborn, odd, weird, violent, a coward, and he should be punished
List of Fears:
(Credited by Imai's little spy through blackmail: Ruka Nogi)
- Losing Mikan Sakura
- Showing his emotions in public
- Hotaru Imai (no surprise there, any person who wants to preserve their life would be scared of her)
- Strawberries: allergies
List of Annoyances:
(Credited by Imai's little spy through blackmail: Ruka Nogi)
- Hotaru Imai being right
- Other males hitting on Mikan
- People pestering him
- Arrogant people (hypocrite, isn't he?)
- When the arrogant people beat him
- Narumi (he annoys everyone besides Mikan though…)
- Being put on the spot
- Fan girls
Surmire had thrust the piece of paper over to Hotaru, who looked at it over. The comments that Surmire had left for her had got her to snicker lowly. Surmire raised her eyebrow as she questioned, "What do I get to deserve to make the renown Ice Queen of Alice Academy to snicker in public?"
I rolled my eyes at her dramatic way of phrasing it, as I replied, "None of your business, Jeez. Anyways, want to put more details into it or should we commence on our plan to torture Hyuuga?"
She shook her head and clutched her tongue, "We'll have to wait a bit, Hotaru."
"Why?"
"Hyuuga walking with Mikan at 3 o'clock," she murmured as she closed her notebook and flipped it to the back inconspicuously. Knowing Mikan, she would be a nosy person and try to see what Surmire was writing if Surmire still had a pen and the notebook open in her lap.
Natsume ran his fingers through his hair as he looked at us suspiciously. Unlike the girl by his side, he remained weary of anything that had to do with me and doubly suspicious whenever Surmire and I were together. Unlike Mikan again, he always could tell when the wheels in our mind were reeling, no matter how hard we try to mask it.
Surmire smiled at the soon-to-be couple warmly as she greeted, "Natsume. Mikan. Always lovely to meet up with you guys."
"Yup!" Mikan replied cheerfully as Surmire and she launched into a conversation that left only me to converse with Natsume.
"Who is the unfortunate victim?" he asked me, "I'm thinking of sending her or him flowers before their life gets ruined."
I raised my eyebrow and inquired innocently, "I have no idea what you are talking about, Hyuuga."
"I see those devil horns, don't hide that from me," he snapped as he narrowed his eyebrow.
I simply responded, "I'm a perfect angel."
"Blackmailing angel."
"Exactly, so you have nothing to worry about, Hyuuga. Even you said that I was an angel," I spoke up smoothly as I glared at him, daring him to contradict himself and me. He gazed back at me, with the same defiant look on his face that mirrored mine.
"I'm watching you," he replied finally, still very weary of me.
"It's nice seeing you, Hotaru, Surmire," Mikan ended our mini conversations at once, "Natsume and I are going to Central Town because SOMEONE burned three of my favorite shirts."
"I'm so not going to pay for it," Natsume retorted.
Mikan scoffed, "Oh yes you will."
"No."
"Yes," Mikan hollered, "I'll bug you day and night until you repay me back my three shirts! I'll hound you to the end of the Earth. Every time you see a shadow besides your own, you'll flinch because THAT'S how scared you'd be because of me. I'll bug you so much that fear will seize your heart and make you die early and when you die, I'm going to steal your money so that you can finally pay me my fucking shirts! We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Hyuuga."
I nudged Surmire and whispered smugly, "She SO learned that from me."
"You are so proud, aren't you?" Surmire rolled her eyes good-naturedly as we turned and watched Mikan and Hyuuga fight once more.
Natsume just stared at her as Mikan glared back from her little explosion. With the silence blanketing around us, Surmire decided to intervene and let out a loud, appreciative whistle and commented, "Damn girl. Never thought that you had that in you."
Mikan turned to her and smiled sheepishly, "Yeah same here. Hotaru taught me a few pointers last week."
I smirked arrogantly as Natsume rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "It figures…"
I cleared my throat, making all of the eyes turn to me, and retorted back to Natsume, "Got a problem with it?"
"Yeah, maybe I do," he hissed back fiercely.
I rose up, only half a head shorter than the boy, but I could still manage to strike fear in his heart, no matter what, apparently, and shot back, "If you have a problem, why don't you just tell me. Deal with it like a MAN, even if you aren't one. Stop hiding behind Mikan as if SHE'S going to save you."
"I'm not hiding from anyone, Imai," he retorted back, "But apparently you are. And of course you'd know what it's like to be a man."
I raised my eyebrow, "And you as a woman. I always was wondering about those secretive glances you give in Ruka's direction during class."
Hr growled under his breath and ushered Mikan to walk away. She refused to and commented, "Hotaru has gotten you there. You are trying to hide from her, aren't you? That's why you want me to leave and use me as a shield, huh? I guess she was right about you not being a man."
Oh damn.
Surmire began to crack up as I just snickered. Never have I seen Natsume look so deathly angry. I was assuming that he was composing himself from that blow that Mikan had thrown out to him. It was one thing for me to diss him: he takes it lightly from the fact that I do so every day, but it coming from Mikan… That had to hurt. The love of his life… And he got burned, bad.
"Want some ice for that burn?" Surmire asked him after her giggles had subsided.
I chimed in, "This is a place for big boys. Don't come back until you learn how to play with fire."
He growled and walked away with no comebacks whatsoever. Mikan gave us an apologetic look and scampered off to go fetch him. Surmire and I were left to laugh with each other.
"Can you believe--?" she started, before erupting into giggles.
"I know!"
"Coming from her…"
"It was low," I had to agree.
"He was so burned."
"Teaches him to mess with us," I snickered. After a moment of our giggles, we started to compose ourselves. Surmire started to fix her hair, though it looked perfect as usual. I readjusted my posture to same stiff one that I had lost when Natsume and Mikan had came across us. I patted my hair lightly, crossed my right leg over my left, and then folded my hands into my lap. It was incredibly unlike me to burst out laughing like that, but I risked that opportunity because of the situation.
You had to be there to see how flustered he was. After Surmire was don't fixing her hair and make-up, I asked mildly, "Did anyone see the scene we created?"
"Not that I'm aware of. Seeing that the only blackmailer of the school is by my side, I'm completely sure that no one had seen you laugh," she replied solemnly. I nodded, relaxing my shoulders by a fraction from that assurance.
"Good," I primly responded.
She flipped her notebook back to our planning page and reached for the pen that she had dropped from the excitement that occurred a little while ago. She tapped against the page and smiled at me, "Initiate the plans?"
I nodded my head as I started to tell her all of the ways that I had came up with to torture Hyuuga. Her eyebrows were furrowed down as her hand madly scribbled on the page, trying to keep up with my voice. I paused for a second or two and waited for her to catch up. When she finished she looked back up at me and I signaled to her that the planning was done and she closed the notebook.
"God, I'm so happy that I'm your friend," she commented to me with a serene smile playing on her face.
I snorted, "You always tell me that. Remember that time when we both plotted against Koko?"
She shuddered and replied, "I'm so happy that I'm not him."
I smirked as I asked her, "When should we commence our little schemes?"
She smirked back as she replied, "The sooner the better, so tomorrow. I'll come by in the morning to get a head start on the first plan."
"Great," I replied, "See you."
"You too," she responded and we both parted ways. We were in peace, but our mind was poisoned with evil ideas. I had to smirk and called it a day. Maybe I should go see how my spy was… It was always good to get close to the enemy's best friend.