Disclaimer: I so do not own GA.
And so I decided to edit this fic because it was so childish to read when I reread the first few chapters. Teehee. I know it's a commonly used plot, but please bear with me.
Important Much: This story is not, I repeat, NOT a first person's point of view. There might be some cases in which you find yourselves confused because there are I's in them. The I's in this story are represented by me, the storyteller. This story whill be like storytelling, or like I'm only watching them from afar and telling you what's going on.
A Perfectly Perfect Act
By: Sweet Temptress
Soap Opera
Natsume Hyuuga was on the run.
And no, not from Persona.
Natsume Hyuuga was on the run.
From fangirls. Annoying, airheaded, dumb fangirls.
Oh, the horrors of being so good looking.
He didn't really care where his feet would take him. All he cared about was escaping the terror of being cornered by fangirls.
It happened once. Terribile, I tell you. Just bloody terrible. Natsume almost didn't get out alive. It was a good thing Ruka arrived with Mr. Bear – good ol' Mr. Bear.
He arrived at his classroom and slammed the door behind him, locking it with everything he had. And Natsume Hyuuga had a lot of everythings. If you know what I mean.
He turned around and caught his breath. Natsume Hyuuga never thought that being chased by fangirls was good exercise. Especially in the morning. But too much exercise could be bad for the body too.
And that is exactly why this, this let's-chase-Natsume-because-he's-just-so-good-looking-I-can't-get-enough-of-him madness should stop.
It wasn't long until the screaming idiots would massacre the door Natsume tried so hard to lock.
It was so early in the morning and boy, were those girls energetic. Creepy that they knew what time Natsume would actually wake up.
Oh, what Natsume would give to get rid of them.
Natsume looked around their classroom and found it empty. Except for one girl. His Mikan.
Well, technically not yet. Because Natsume smirked. And when Natsume smirked, he was planning something evil.
Natsume was developing a super duper brilliant idea in his super duper brilliant big brain. So super duper brilliant, in fact, it could drain all of Einstein's theories with just one tiny blow.
Mikan, on the other hand, was not even aware Natsume entered the room. Despite the fact that he almost destroyed the door with his bare hands and the fangirl's massive screaming of 'NATSUMEEE! NATSUMMEEE! NATSUMMEEE!'. What can I say? She's a heavy sleeper. Her head was face-down on her table. And her arms were acting as pillows for her eyes.
The door started to shake.
And Natsume had to act fast if he wanted to execute his plan flawlessly.
He ran towards the back table where Mikan was and lifted her up. He placed her body on top of the table and soon followed her up fast. He placed himself on top of Mikan and waited for the door to come crashing down on the hard cold stone floor.
And BOOM!, it did.
'NATSUUMEEEEE!' The fangirls screamed at the top of their frightfully large lungs, carrying their little gifts with them. But their gleeful squeals were short-lived.
Short-lived when the sight that greeted them was like something made out from a hot and heavy soap opera make-out scene.
To Be Continued.
Sweet: I'm sorry if it had a drastic change through it. But don't worry, everything will go back to what and where it should be. :)
Come, I'll lead the way.
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