Author's Note: Lime wrote this. I know it's short. I'm a newbie.
"Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering.
As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable."
-Bruce Lee
Natsume was stuck with some old men discussing old boring men stuff. "How boring," he thought. Environmental Issues was the topic and he was so sick of it. He glared at them, willing them to shut up and finish so he could leave. When they did finish talking about Environmental Issues, they started on another topic. He had had it. He stood up, slamming down his fist. He walked angrily out the door.
The old men had felt uncomfortable and sighed in relief when Natsume finally left. He was too cold and independent, they didn't know what to do or say. He was very handsome, but his vibrant red eyes and black hair made him look scarier. They waited for a minute and resumed talking. However, instead of discussing politics, they started gossiping about Natsume like teenage girls. Little did they know that Natsume could hear them down the hall.
He walked into a room. It was very cold in there, not that he minded, and there was a big desk taking up most of the room. There was a handsome man working on it when Natsume walked in. The man, called Shoua, stopped working and sighed. "You know, you should at least give them a chance. We need them, they are good workers."
"Fuck them," Natsume said coldly. "Can't you hear them talking about me? Besides, we can always replace them. God knows how many idiots want their job."
His dad couldn't retort. Everything was true, the murmurs drifting down the hall confirmed that. He breathed slow breathes, trying to figure what to say to his son. While he was thinking, the murmurs got louder and interrupted his thoughts. He gave up and began listening to what the old men had to say about his son. Those men, in fact, were arguing about which of their granddaughters would end up marrying Natsume. Shoua snorted, he hadn't ever seen Natsume interested in a girl before.
"What's so funny?" Natsume asked suspiciously.
"Oh, nothing," Shoua responded with a chuckle.
"Fine, whatever, if you're not gonna tell me, I'm leaving."
Natsume left swiftly out the door. Shoua looked out the window and watched as Natsume left the building and walked into the neighboring forest. "He can get himself out," Shoua mused and continued with his paperwork.
He was lost. He, Natsume Hyuuga, was lost in his own property.
"This is all dad's fault," he grumbled. "He just had to drag me onto his stupid business trip." He pushed aside some leaves to reveal, what do you know, more trees. He was just so frustrated and being in the wilderness was supposed to calm him. If anything, it made his mood worse.
He stiffened as he felt someone watching him. He looked around, but there wasn't anybody. Great, now he was hallucinating. "I'm in a green and brown hell," he thought bitterly, and kicked a tree. He heard a tiny gasp from above him and tilted his head up.
What he saw took his breath away. There was a beautiful girl with brown eyes looking at him from a branch. She stared curiously at him and he was entranced. He broke away when a something occurred to him. "What the hell was a girl doing here?" He forced himself to look around at his surroundings and froze. Hundreds of monkeys were looking at him from above. What. The. Fuck.
He moved cautiously to his left, wary about the bananas they held. He turned his head just in time to see the girl throwing a banana at him. It hit him right in his face. That seemed to trigger something and suddenly, all bananas were trained on him. He bolted away as a rain of bananas fell on him. Luckily, the onslaught stopped after 5 minutes. After searching for three hours, he found his way out.
He called for a guard, who had the decency to contain his laughter, and ordered him to capture the girl in the forest. After describing her, he walked to the elevator. He glared at the people that got on and waited for the elevator to reach his floor. It took forever and ever and ever and ever... and the door finally opened to his level. He walked to his room, slammed open the door, and headed straight to the bathroom. As he walked in, his eyes wandered onto the mirror above the sink.
He reeled back in horror. He was a total mess. Fresh bananas framed his fame and only his red eyes were visible. Mashed bananas were all over him, even under his shirt. They were also sliding off rapidly, leaving a trail everywhere he went. To make it worse, he was also covered in leaves that decided to hitch a ride during his 3 hour trek back to civilization. Every step he took made a sloshing sound. He was sticky and exhausted. As he made his way to the shower, he slipped on a banana peel.
That girl was going to pay.