Mikan Sakura, the extremely pretty and neat super model on 18 years… Natsume Hyuuga, an average high school student on 18 years who despise life and wonders why he stays alive… Ruka Nogi, a top student on 19 years, girlfriend Hotaru Imai.

Please, enjoy! (It might be a one shot… or, might as well be longer than that ^_^)

1000020x2=2000040 eyes… that's exactly just how many people in the audience who will spectate the fashion show on Tokyo fashion week. It was a huge event in Japan and many fashion critics traveled long paths from in order to arrive there on appointed time. Mikan Sakura, one of the models this week, stood and shivered behind the cloth as she behold how the public grew bigger and bigger… Her hair was wrapped in a hot towel and on her body she wore a tank top and short, easy-tied shorts. Her feet was graced in emerald sandals.

"Sakura-san!" Called a middle age woman, her agent. She had curly, gray-brown hair which reached a bit below her shoulders, parted, lick straight bangs in the middle of her forehead and brown eyes.

"Y-yes, Yura-san?" With a jerk she pulled back the cloth and winced against the wall next aside.

"What is it?" She gasped a little jolty. The tall woman in high heels approached her. Honestly, she was almost two-thirds a head taller than her, and… that's when she isn't wearing these heels.

"It's your turn now. Hurry, into the closet."

"Oh…" Her brain processed the information.

"Oh, sure!" In a leap she straightened her back and heeded off with quick step to the changing room.

Thirty minutes later:

"And… we're ready!" Panted another average, early drawing into the "adulthood", tailor named Ogasawara-san, Nonoko. Her long, waist reaching, blue-black, straight hairstyle was drawn back in a bun and her blue eyes viewed her chef d'oeuvre with delight as she tightened the last rosette on the dress. It was a garment with silky fabric, colored rosy pink, slit on the right leg, snow-white contour amplifier, neckline at the back and open arms, which instead was tucked in filmy, glittery, dark pink sleeves. Her brown hair put in a tight knot, mascara round the amber eyes, powder on the cheeks, natural lip gloss on the lips and filled eyebrows.

"Wow, that was a little rough but we surely made it!" Cited Anna, a pink, curly haired colleague to Nonoko, with blue eyes, while she filled out the last spot on Mikan's sugar sweet lips.

"Are you ready, Sakura-san?"

"I surely am. Even though… I'm still a little nervous. I can't believe that… over one million people is going to watch this event." The brunette blushed smoothly and looked the other way to conceal her countenance from where she sat in the chair.

"I understand that it's exciting, if I were in your place I would probably faint… Just remember to not overdo it, Mikan."

"Anna-chan…" The younger teen blushed even more as the pink touched her hands and took them in hers.

"Thank you, I think I will need a good luck, break a leg speech… or, maybe either a breather would do?"

"Just take a deep breath and stay put. Be focused and calm, then I'm sure that everything will work out just the way you expected." Nonoko assented and patted her shoulder.

"We believe in you, Mikan-chan…"

"You guys…" Filled with tears her eyelids collapsed, until…

"H-hey, wait a minute! Did you just call me the "chan" formality?" Them both giggled and flinched back.

"This will… cost you!" Well as enchanted she rushed up from the seat so hastily that she tripped and fell headlong against the floor.

"A-ah!"

"Mikan-chan!" Quickly and luckily enough the both women managed to take notice on this in time as they slithered forward and caught her on time in their arms.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yey…!" This time, Mikan was literally "bright red" in the face of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry… guess I'm just a little over speeded, that's all." She smiled apologizing and skipped up to her feet.

"I can't thank you enough for all your hard work, therefore I'm gonna do my outmost on the catwalk. Just count on it!"

Them both exchanged glances with each other as their "apprentice" vanished behind the cover after a while. Smirking they shook their heads and snorted. Our little girl is growing up.

The next day:

Yey, Monday, truly the most valuable day during the week… not! Yesterday it was Sunday. In other words, the day before Monday when you stick around the whole day long and await what tomorrow brings… What if Sunday would be a little more reasonable and lead to Friday? But… it was just a miserable, pure mischance.

Walking on the side-walk the very so "upbeat" Natsume couldn't find any better motivation than turning left as soon as he reached the park, without effort and driving force he knew that ten minutes could transform into a quarter or even a twenty if his movements where really inert, plus, he'd get to discover some beautiful sights, not cause it mattered anyway… so, he simply did.

Twenty minutes later:

Arriving the school buildings he met up with his closest buddy Ruka Nogi and his girlfriend Hotaru Imai.

"Oh, hello, Natsume." Ruka greeted and approached his best friend with his arm crossed over his girl's shoulders.

"Good morning." Hotaru smirked with a crooked smile.

"Morning." He yawned and scratched his occiput.

"So, heard of the news?" Questioned the, oddly enough, open-handed Hotaru who patted the raven's head and handed over a daim-bag from her pocket.

"Want some?" She asked with cold, staring eyes. Ruka just bridled at the comment.

"Just as cold as always." Natsume goggled and opened the bag.

"Thanks. What was the news, by the way?"

"A supermodel named Mikan Sakura is going to transfer to our school during a couple of weeks. Narumi-san told us about it during Japanese class last Friday. "Ruka Nogi filled in.

"A supermodel, huh?" Natsume raised one eyebrow.

"Cool, seems like something intriguing actually is happening for once."

"You think so?" Hotaru objected.

"Why do you think I brought this candy pouch?"

"So, you're nervous?"

"Natsume…" Ruka laughed nervously.

"I don't think that… this is the right time."

"Oh that reminds me..." Natsume pointed at his satchel.

"I brought the movies I borrowed." He continued and pulled up the zipper.

"Here, thank you for the lending."

"No prob." Ruka smirked and fisticuffed his knuckle.

"Shouldn't we hurry, otherwise we will be late?" Asked Hotaru.

"Is there any rush?"

"Natsume!" Ruka glared.

"Alright, got it."

Attendance:

"Good morning, class, it's nice to see you again! I hope the weekend was enjoyable?" And there the always so energetic and excited Narumi came in running through the doorway. Somebody should close that door for good…

"Yeah, I guess…" Some people at the front mumbled. Middle quiet and back "killer thoughts". Hotaru Imai, the short, black haired female which gave her a more mature look, with these purple eyes, sat at the middle area next to Kokoroyomi, also called Koko. Just a while ago her hairstyle had been just as long as reachable to the end of her back, but sceptic as she was she decided to cut it. Sumire Syoda, with her long, dark green hair and several distinctive curly strands at the front and green eyes, sat in the first row next to Wakako, her best friend. Natsume Hyuuga, light skinned with short raven hair and crimson red eyes, sat next to his "sidekick" Ruka Nogi, light skinned with blonde hair which bangs parts in the middle of his forehead and light blue eyes, at the back row.

"So class, I hope that you all are aware of the news? After all, our new student is soon arriving to the schoolyard's area!" *Rattle and whispers.*

"Till then I'll recommend you to pick up your learning processes books." Him and his formalities… can't he just say books?

"Sure, sensei…" They all "saluted in choir".

Ten minutes later:

"And… here she is. Let me introduce you to Mikan Sakura, the famous super model."

Entering through the doorway stepped a young, healthy woman. Her brown, butt reaching, as smooth as silky hair was drawn back in a tall pony tail. Her brown, amber eyes was surrounded by a dark gray eyeliner, her lips "smeared" in light pink lip gloss, her body wrapped in the standard academy uniform consisting of a beige tartan plaid skirt, a white shirt, a tie and a jacket, and brown boots on her feet.

"Hello everyone." She greeted as she reached the master's desk.

"My name is Mikan Sakura, and from here on I will be your new classmate. I hope that we will get along well and, please, don't treat me differently from the rest of you. Right now, I would appreciate it if you considered me as a regular classmate with equal rights." She bowed gracefully with her hand placed above the spot of her heart.

"Now then, I hope it's alright if I call you "Mikan?""

"That's alright with me, sensei. Your name was Narumi, isn't it?"

"Correct! Okay, now you can freely choose an unoccupied seat, wherever you'd like."

This teacher surely is a merry one.

"I think I will do so."

After a few minutes searching:

"Hello, would you mind if I stole this seat next to you?" She asked the raven haired boy who seemed rather bored as he sat there and read another book from what they probably where supposed to read, a comic for short.

"Huh?" He looked up.

"Sure." He shrugged lightly.

"Thank you." She smiled and sat down.

"Sakura-san, otherwise you have the opportunity to sit next to me, you know."

"Or me."

"Or me!" A several students asserted.

"It is fine, don't push away your already assigned neighbor for my sake." She giggled.

"Now class, let's introduce our course to our new student. What are we working with right now?"

"Japanese cultural history!"

"Right, and what are we reading about?"

"Psst, Sakura, wanna eat with us during the lunch?" Asked Mochiage, the leader of a "tougher, cooler" gang, still no comparison with Natsume's, including the "ice queen" Hotaru and the French man from his mother's side, Ruka Nogi, who was sitting one row bellow with two other guys next beside him.

"It's a nice offer, so I will think about it." She responded.

Eh… guess it's a "multi-chapter story" after all… /Break from my "dramatic heart sorrow" as I got stuck with writer's block.

Whatcha think? Worth story to read or should I just discontinue on it?