Japan Look Out!
By xAvenging Angelx
First Impressions.
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Mikan's P.O.V
I stretched my long legs out as I sighed happily as I glanced over my best friend, Hotaru who had her short jet black hair perfectly framing her ice pale and porcelain face. Her I-pod touch was plugged in and her lavender eyes shone of complete and utter boredom. She was wearing a black lacy camisole from Hollister with a tight long sleeved black and gray shirt also from the same store. She had a pair of dark wash flare jeans with 3 inched shiny black peep-toe wedges. Her make-up was incredibly dramatic with her black eyeliner that was put on heavily, silvery-gray eye shadow, red lipstick, and blush. On any other girl, it would've looked almost liked a train wreck disaster, but she managed to look hot and seductive in the way she put hers on. We had gotten right out of the airplane from a long flight from America. I announced to my friend, "It's good to be back in Japan!"
Baka! Baka! Baka!
"Ouch! What was that for?!" I whimpered as I felt hot pickles go down my cheeks. Damn, that woman and her crazy inventions that stung like hell. The gun had hit me directly in the forehead and the impact stung. It was definitely worse than chopping off a finger, I can assure you of that. I remember that it was the third invention that she ever made- to keep me away from her. Or at least my so called 'idiot' germs.
"You are an idiot... I've never been to Japan, so how the hell would I know if it feels good to be back there? And you look like an idiot standing there with tears running down your cheeks!" she scolded me as I wiped off my tears and forced on a smile as she nodded. No matter what, I knew that she cared for me, even if she acted cold and distant. It was her insults that showed how she felt about me. It was twisted and odd, yes, but still affection nonetheless.
"What--?!" I turned around to be enveloped into the arms of a man...
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Hotaru's P.O.V
What the heck?! Some 30 year old man is hugging MY Mikan! I was seething. That idiot was even hugging him back! He could be a child molester! A mugger! A serial killer! A bank robber! A terrorist! I was seething underneath my cool and collected mask that I wore everyday. Oh the prices to pay for being stoic and the regaining Ice Queen of America.
"Daddy!" Mikan squealed as she looked up at him with affection and hugged him even tighter. She had her classic striped American eagle tank top, colored in black and white. A black jacket was draped over it so she wouldn't feel violated if guys started to check her out and for a finishing touch; she had a pair of skinny dark wash guess jeans that showed off her ass and a pair of black and white converse. She had her hazel eyes lined with a small line of black eyeliner so it would make her eyes pop out and not look like raccoon eyes. She also had a dab of blush, silver eye shadow, a coat of frosty pink lip gloss.
Okay, that was better... I could imagine all the things I could do to that person if he wasn't her dad... I grinned evilly to myself as I stared off into space with an alert expression on my face. I didn't want people to think of me as a ditz like my best friend over there.
Evil Thoughts
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Mikan's P.O.V
"It's so good to see you, honey!" my dad said in a kind tone. I hadn't seen him since the day I left for America. He brought back… Well, sadly no memories thanks to… Well, I didn't want to think of those horrible times and thought of how great it felt to be with my father again. I missed him dearly.
"I missed you dad," I felt tears coming down again. First with the invention, and now this. I was seriously a crybaby wasn't I? I smiled bitterly as Hotaru told me that on a daily basis. It kind of gets to me and I feel horrible about myself. But why should I waste time wallowing in my own sorrow when I had business to take care of? My father wasn't the only reason why I showed back up after these days.
"Umm, can I go to the bathroom?" Hotaru asked, breaking the moment... I peeled myself from my dad, asking her silently if she wanted me to come. . It was always easy being with Hotaru and knowing her for so long. We practically could read each other's mind with a quick glance at each other. That was how we rolled.
She glared at me coldly and I said weakly to my father who was left out of our little silent conversation, "I'll go with her..."
He nodded distractedly as I followed her to the airport's bathroom. It was a peach-coral shade. It looked so fancy, yet disgusting at the same time. I hated how the lady's room is usually some shade of pink. It sickened me to the core and the mirror was fogged up with God-knows-what.
I watched as Hotaru sat on the sink, one of her favorite hobbies. I leaned by the window and I looked at her expectantly. I wondered why she wanted to go into the bathroom without needing to relieve herself. She stared at me stoically as she commented, "So that's your dad..."
I grinned at her as I replied in a cheerful voice, "Yep! I miss him so much! I haven't seen him since I was 10!"
Baka! Baka! Baka!
I gave Hotaru my best puppy dog eyes. Why the hell did she hit me again? I was pondering over it, especially because I actually replied to her in a correct way. I mean, it was kind of obvious that he was my father; would I hug some child molester or something?! I whimpered, "What was that for?!"
She glanced at me before inspecting her nails. She coldly responded, "That was for being an inconsiderate person! You idiot, didn't you noticed that I felt uncomfortable?! Oh wait, you're too dumb to notice anything but your dad!"
I stared at her, dumbfounded, is she jealous of my dad?! God, she had nothing to be awkward with! She was my family now! She had nothing to be jealous of too! I spent more years of being with her than being with my dad. I barely knew my dad after I moved to America.
"Well, I'm sorry," I slightly bowed down my head my long light caramel colored hair brushed against my cheeks. I didn't want this to end up in a disaster, so I apologized first because knowing Hotaru… She would never utter those words to me or anyone else. That was just the way she was. She wouldn't be Hotaru without her coldness.
"Whatever, let's bomb this place," she got off the sink and smoothly walked out of the bathroom waiting for me to follow. As if I were her puppet. As if I were her little minion. As if I were a puppy. I moved off the wall that was right by the window that I was leaned against and stormed out. The nerve! If Hotaru didn't want to be here, then why did she come with me?! I kept up my clouded with anger thoughts as I accidentally bumped into someone...
I immediately fell to the ground from the impact and fell flat on my butt. It was a pinch compared to being hit by Hotaru's baka gun, but I still rubbed my ass on natural instinct. I mumbled to the stranger that I bumped into, "Oh, I'm sorry..."
"You should be! God, and nice choice that you have there, White Lace," the other person snarled. I felt his hostility through his husky baritone voice. I didn't get what he meant… I felt dense… Stupid… Moronic… Retarded… Idiotic… You know, that kind of feeling. But still white lace? What the hey?! White lace… I was so confused, but my face shot up as I looked up to meet a pair of challenging crimson red eyes.
The boy was my age: 16 and he had raven black hair that was mused up. He had a black tank top with a white opened polo with blue flames dancing at the top of the shirt. A cross was worn along with a matching silver earring on his left ear. He had a pair of black baggy jeans and a black cap to go along with it. The rippled muscles on his biceps looked absolutely delicious. He had the muscles of a guy who looked like he didn't work out. It was a major turn-on, but his attitude definitely turned me off.
I suddenly realized what 'white lace' meant. That took a long while, but I grasped the concept though. I stared at him with my eyebrows furrowed and my mouth opened up wide as I shrieked, "You are a fucking pervert!! Why the hell are you looking down there?!"
He shrugged nonchalantly as he said, "not my fault, YOU'RE the one who showed me them."
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"I'm wearing pants for god's sake!" I yelled in exasperation. How the hell did he see it?! My pants definitely aren't as baggy and loose fitting as his, nor was I trying to show off my ass. I preferred to stay non-sluttish unlike most people these days. It was all about hormones that got the girls to behave like they did, God get a grip!
"Whatever, it still showed..." he took hold of my chin and stared into my hazel eyes. I felt a flush heat up starting from my neck. I felt my heart thumping real fast… What was this feeling? Oh well, he began to walk away from where I was sprawled without even helping me up. That bastard.
I wanted to slap him so bad now! Tackle him to the down and beat the hit out of him. He had the fucking nerve to peek at my underwear!! He had no excuse to be looking at them with me wearing my jeans. He was a sly one… I'll give him that much.
I jumped up and saw Hotaru waiting for me. I pretended like nothing happened and remained as cheerful as can be, despite the fact that I wanted to go get that little pervert and maybe wring his neck while I'm at it. I forgot about being annoyed at Hotaru as I ran over to her side. I managed to do so without tripping once. That was amazing considering my personal history. Huh, many that line of business really did help me out. I grinned as brightly as I could so that she wouldn't suspect anything. Knowing her, she probably knew exactly what was going on once I tell her and I'd stay as confused as usual.
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Hotaru's P.O.V
I snapped a picture with Mikan and that other idiot-who's-name-I-do-not-know. My camera flashed as I quickly snapped a few more just in case some of them didn't turn out well. I hid my camera when I saw her looking my direction. There was no need for her to know that I knew exactly what happened. Let the dense people stay dense, it was always better.
He, he, he! I saw that boy flirt with little Miss Mikan a.k.a my best friend. If he wanted my Mikan, he'll need to go through ME, first! I smirked evilly as I thought about all the ways that I could hurt him. If I ever see him again, that is. I'm going to wipe that smirk off of his face with my wonderful baka gun and then… I stopped my thoughts as I saw that Mikan neared me. That idiot was probably going to tell me what just happened. I bet you two million dollars.
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Ending Notes:Hello everyone! This is the edited version of my other story, Japan Watch Out. Like it said in the All This Pain author's note "So if you see an 'Avenging Angel' posting, it's me!" I just couldn't bare to delete my stories in the process of editing them, so I just made another account.
So this was my first ever fanfiction story, and review it please! I added a lot more details to this than the original version. Everything is accepted, even flames. An author is not a true author until she accepts true criticism. If you spot any grammar or spelling error, please let me know : )
So other than that, please REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW, && REVIEW!