In a school where aristocrats attend to learn, one would expect it to be boring. Enter Mikan Sakura, a school mysterious transferee student who was known for not having any affiliation to any of the World's Renowned Industry. See the mystery past beyond her indifference, and her connections with the Imai's.

Bite Me
I. Transferee

"Ah, damn, I'm late for my class," one brunette muttered under her breath as soon as she got up from her bed. Casually walking to her bathroom, she took a shower, and did almost all girls do inside the bathroom, but putting make up.

She walked out of her assigned room, and proceeded to casually walk to her assigned classroom. Why waste on rushing when she's already late? That's just stupid and pointless, she reasoned. Once she reached the classroom, read Class 3-B, she knocked on the door.

The man, whom she identified as her homeroom teacher, stopped from his charade when he saw her. She glanced at him, raising her eye brow when he just continued on staring. That did the trick, she smirked. He coughed, gaining at least five of his class's attention (which was kind of sad because there were at least thirty students in this class, and only five bothered, but she didn't care so…) and gestured her to walk in.

"Attention my dear students!" the class groaned, now that seems to do the trick, and clapped his hands. Does this man belong to theatre club or something? Well if he isn't, he sure is dramatic, thought the brunette but didn't say it out loud. From the looks that she got, most of them understood what she just thought. Interesting.

"This is our new student, Mikan Sakura. Miss, please kindly introduce yourself to them," the gayman said, smiling as though he was in a commercial of some toothpaste brand. Although now that she thought about it, this theory doesn't seem impossible from this kind of school she just entered.

"You just did," she answered. The gayman sighed, and she thought she kind of heard snickering, but she ignored them in favor of raising questioning eyebrows at this man. The gayman coughed, but still smiled charmingly (she thought she needed a room to barf, but that would be… rude) again, and gestured his hands that he needed more. Finally done with her teasing, she faced her classmates whom were looking at them, with no recognition.

Good, I don't need their attention anyway, she thought.

"I'm Mikan Sakura, 14 years old, nice to meet you," not, but she didn't say that out loud. Then a lot of snickering came again, and then one green haired woman raised her hand. The gayman, whom she still didn't know the name happily called her.

"Yes, Shouda-san?"

"How come I've never heard of the Sakura's before?" she started, then a lot of voices followed after.

"Yeah, I've never heard of them too."

"Me too. My mom would have taught me if there are Sakura's to negotiate with."

"Is it like some kind of top agency but no one knows about it because it's supposed to be mysterious and dandy?"

"Shut up, Yome. That doesn't even make any sense."

"Well sorry for you, Shouda, if you lack in the imagination department. Bleh."

"Why you-!" the gayman coughed, and Mikan stayed rooted on her spot. She expected their reactions since Sakura was not really famous in any of the industries in Japan, or outside of the country. And that was the point to begin with.

"I'm in no position near of what you guys are in. So," she raised her brow to her teacher who was busy calming down Permy, heh, from whoever she was arguing with earlier. Frankly, she didn't care, and honestly she just wanted to sit down.

"What?!"

"Then why the hell are you here?"

"Yeah! That doesn't make sense at all." Then the one with the glasses, and Mikan wasn't sure whether he was a she or it was her eyes just playing tricks on her stood up, and meekly said (and they were supposed to be the sons and daughters of the wealthy people in Japan, sheesh).

"That doesn't make sense, Narumi-sensei (Ah, so that's what this teacher's name… It fits, actually). All of the students here are all connected with famous names, and you know that, sensei. This school doesn't permit the idea of scholarship, so that possibility is a no. So what reason does she have to be in this class, or in this school per se?" he questioned, and Mikan had to hand it to the man. He was meek, but he sure knows how to deliver messages that were not entirely cruel, but still rude.

She didn't bother explaining herself because one, she didn't want attention. She had enough to deal with in her life, and frankly she didn't understand the point of going to this stupid school. And lastly, she just wanted to spend time with her best friend whom was currently glaring at her. She schooled expression and didn't look back. She knew she had a lot of explaining to do.

"Are you done with your discussion, which I might add is about me? Because my legs are killing me and you are making it harder by asking questions you can ask later," she emphasized and she had to clap her hands mentally because wow, she thought she deserved an actress award for the year.

"Ah, I'm sorry for the delay Mikan-san. All right, I'll explain the rules briefly. This school is all for students who has connections with the higher ups, as you probably know, and all of them are raised here for their successions and other positions in the industry. However, since most businesses in the world has to be done with negotiation, this academy promotes the idea of partners. And that is what I am assigning you to have," he appeared to be thinking, and clapped his hands again like some fangirl of Justin Bieber who wanted to really go to the bathroom, but couldn't because there was a concert for diaper and babies.

"Natsume Hyuuga-kun will be your partner from now on," he ended with a smile. Mikan would have asked, or more likely demanded that she needed a fucking chair, or she would castrate this man before her if he didn't give her the seat she friggin' wanted since long ago before she even reached this classroom. But before she protest that no, she didn't care who her partner would be, because her feet were killing her, then this happened again.

"WHAT!"

There was that girl again, Shouda was it? When could that girl learn that she didn't care what she say or anything remotely related to her opening her mouth before she stopped talking entirely? And by the way she was shaking her head, Mikan was surprised she hasn't lost her head yet.

"You can't do that, sensei! Natsume-kun does not need any partner because he's already great on his own! And you know that Natsume-kun doesn't appreciate partners, sensei! Even Ruka-kun isn't partners with him! And they're best friends!" the girl practically shouted, and Mikan was kind of surprised that all of them, except her best friend, were nodding their heads in agreement.

Woah, is this Hyuuga Natsume some kind of alienate God or something? From the looks of it, he does not only have his set of fangirls but he also has set of fanboys too. Wow, this should be hilarious on so many levels, but she couldn't help but pity the guy. Imagine his day if it's Valentine's. It would be horrendous if he not only have to avoid the female population but also the male population even if it wasn't White Day.

"Calm down, Shouda-san. It wasn't me who decided, but the president. And you know that his words are absolute." That did the trick, Mikan smirked.

"Ahem! So, Mikan-san your seat will be there at the back. Next to the guy who has a manga on his face," she didn't question the teacher. She simply nodded, ignoring her classmates' blatant stares, and sat down. She suppressed the sigh of relief when she finally sat down.

"Now, you have free period. Enjoy!" and Narumi-sensei was gone.

[x-x]

Hyuuga Natsume was not, or never in a good mood. And today was just one of those days where he wanted nothing else but bolt out of this prison they called school, and never come back. But no, his mom had to force him to study in this school because he was going to inherit the Hyuuga Corps when he reaches his eighteenth birthday.

She didn't even know what he wanted! He was freaking five years old when they sent him here, so how could she know that he did not want anything to do with their business? But his mom was as stubborn as a mule, and if he didn't love her as much as she loves him, he would have escaped long before he even learn the alphabet.

Natsume crinkled his brows when he noticed the slight vibrations next to him. Huh? As far as he was concerned, there was supposed to be no one sitting near him except Ruka, and Ruka knew that he did not want any movements when he was sleeping, so who is this person? Did they not understand that he only tolerate Ruka and no one else? If this person was one of his, shudder, fans he would seriously haul them out the door as fast as lightning.

He removed his manga from his face, aware that his best friend Ruka was looking at the person next to him, and made him wonder why, but ignored it, and looked over.

Wow.

This girl is… seriously not attractive at all. For pete's sake, she was drooling.

He nudged her none too gently, and she jerked. He almost laughed at her reaction, but he kept it together. Hyuuga Natsume does not laugh. And everyone knows that.

He watched her look at her surroundings, at the same time wiping her drools on her face with her hand, gross, and finally looked at his face. He smirked. This girl was no better than everyone else. She would be one of those fan girls of his too, and he didn't need any of that so he had to be make it clear that he did not want anymore.

"You-,"

"You! What is your problem?! What in the six hells did I do to you to wake me up?! I've been wanting to sleep since I enter this freak of a classroom of yours, and when I finally get my sleep I get this! What the hell!" she screamed, and so close to his ears too. Okay, he was getting pissed. He was already in a bad mood for idiots placing this idiot next to him, and this midget dared to scream at his face?!

"Hyuuga Natsume," he emphasized his family name. He was a Hyuuga, and whatever family this midget came from, she would definitely coo him like others because of his family's reputation. People are like that, and he learned it the hard way.

The girl stared at him, and he was beginning to see the recognition from her brown irises. Too bad, she seemed interesting.

"You're that guy they keep bugging me about, saying something such as, Natsume-kun is too much for you, you lowlife, you can't be his partner, let alone sit next to him! You'll dirty his uniform! Honestly? Keep your fans on a leash, sheesh. It's not like I'll jump you or anything," she mocked. Before he could reply, she stood up, and glared at him one last time before walking away.

He blinked. Did that just happen?

"Haha! You too, huh?" he snapped out of it when he heard his best friend's laugh. He looked over Ruka and he seemed amuse, not shock. What?

"What just happened?" he asked no one in particular and his best friend laughed at his expense. Honestly, that was the first time someone ignored him. Even Imai Hotaru was wary of him. And that was saying something because Imai Techno Industries was in a tight knit with the Hyuuga Corps in the world of business in terms of ranking.

"She ignored me too, you know. I said Hi, and she looked at me as if I was a thing from another planet, before promptly sitting down next to you. Man, and I didn't even get to introduce myself," his friend laughed some more, petting his so-called manly habbit, taking a rabbit on his shoulder like it was something not out of ordinary. Yeah, manly.

Natsume shook his head, before smirking.

Well, isn't this a nice farewell to his last year of middle school?

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