Matchmaking Club
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"The only thing you could do is to find a girl that will never fall in love with you."
-Mikan Sakura
"There's no one in this planet that could resist me."
-Natsume Hyuuga
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Cough.
"What was that?" Mikan Sakura frowned when she heard her friend released five consecutive, painful coughs. It was eight o'clock in the evening and they were talking in the phone.
"As...you...can...see...Mikan...I'm...terribly...ill," Sumire Shouda said slowly, gasping with each words, making them barely audible.
"You're terribly ill and you're still thinking about your club," Mikan shook her head disapprovingly. She let herself fell in her queen size bed and curled up like a child.
"That...club...is...my...life...Mikan...I'm...down...with...influenza...and...I...can't...go...to...school...for...a...week," Sumire wheezed, closing her eyes.
"Alright, don't talk anymore. I'm going to keep your club active," Mikan sighed, "If only you get members for your club, then you don't have a problem right now."
"I...told...you...I...love...doing...the...club...activities...by...myself," Sumire panted, wiping off the sweat that formed in her forehead.
"Alright, I get the picture now. You need to get some rest now Sumire. Bye," Mikan hung up without letting Sumire say another word. She put the phone on her bedside table.
She rolled in her bed and looked at the ceiling. "Tomorrow would be a busy day."
Matchmaking Club
Sumire's club is known as "Matchmaking Club." Its sole purpose was to help the students find their date/boyfriend/girlfriend/romantic interest or whatever you call it. The club, since its establishment became famous not only to the students but also to the teachers. The club has only one member which of course was Sumire. She doesn't want to add a member even though hundreds of students wanted to participate in that craze they called club.
Sumire is simply stubborn. And now she's sick, she wants Mikan to substitute her for a while. And now Mikan was in the clubroom, sitting and flipping through the pages of the logbook that has the names of nearly everyone in the school.
The door of the clubroom slid open. Mikan sighed and looked up, "Welcome."
Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of the handsome man in front of him. He had the most alluring crimson eyes she'd ever seen and the shiniest, seemed soft raven hair she'd wanted to touch. She clenched her fist. She's being stupid again.
"How can I help you?" she asked, imitating Sumire as she saw her every day in the club. She opened the drawer and got a form from there. Then she handed it to the handsome boy.
"Please put all the necessary information there. Like what do you want the girl looked like, her qualities or habits, hobbies, or anything under the sun...And please include your contact information," Mikan explained. "Or do you want to see some pictures of the girls in the school?"
She pulled of another folder from the folder and put it in her table. "Don't be shy and look at it?" she smiled. Then the handsome boy scoffed at her. He slammed the form in the table and snarled, "I don't need a woman. I need a man."
She tilted her head and said, "Come again?"
"I said I needed a man," he hissed, looking at her with his crimson eyes.
"You—are you a gay?" she asked; a sweat formed in the side of her face. She'd be disappointed or maybe not only her, maybe the entire school would be disappointed.
"Excuse me?" his voice raised a notch.
"I'm asking if you're a gay," she repeated her question calmly.
"I'm not a fucking gay, you moron," he barked at her.
"But you said you wanted a man," she shouted, getting annoyed herself.
"Not for me but for some girl," he said.
"You should have said so earlier," she rolled her eyes and asked, "What's your name, anyways?"
"Natsume Hyuuga," he answered.
"So who is this "some girl" you're talking about?" she questioned him.
"A fan girl," he replied. "She's getting annoying. She's like obsessed and probably stalked me for life if I let her."
"Alright, I'll do my best to help," she uttered. "Why don't you put down her preference in the form I gave you? And you can also look for the pictures of some nice guys while you're here."
She got a folder from the drawer and gave it to him. Then she pointed on an empty chair on the center of the room.
"You can do the form there so you won't get tired or something," she said.
"Her preference," he trailed off, "—a boy that looks like me."
"Are you going to write that in the form?" she looked at him warily. He leaned on the chair and looked at the ceiling. "Probably," he told her.
"Then there's no meaning of you coming here," she sneered at him, "Why don't you date her by yourself?"
He straightened up and glared at her. "That's why I'm here. I don't want to date her."
"Then be a good boy and list specific details on the form," she smiled at him. He snorted and continued scribbling on the form. After a few minutes, he handed it back to her and then scanned at the photos of the different guys in the school.
Then he spotted a three or four handsome guys and said, "Someone who looked like these guys and some personality I've written in the form."
She nodded and looked at the guys he chose. "Not bad," she murmured.
"They don't have a good chance against my godly looks but I think they would suffice," he boasted and took a seat on her table.
"Obnoxious, stupid boy," she mumbled and grimaced at him. "Please don't sit on the table. There's an empty chair on the centre of the room. Go there while I look for a suitable guy for your fan girl."
He smirked and went back to the seat he used a little while ago. She puffed her cheeks in annoyance and looked at the form.
Name: Luna Koizumi.
Age: 16.
Attitude: She's annoying in everything she does.
Likes: Natsume Hyuuga (handsome, cool, intelligent, good at sports, good at anything), sleeping, dismissal, beauty salons
Dislikes: eating (the girl's vegetarian, like I damn care), sports (she hates sweating, ugh, seriously pain in the ass)
Ideal boy/girl (anything under the sun about him): See Natsume Hyuuga above.
Contact info: Just call Natsume Hyuga. (0916*******)
Others: ...Just find him a fucking man and I'll be thankful.
She sighed as she scanned for the information of the boys he chose. Luckily she found someone who fitted some of the description.
"Hyuuga-san," she called out. He looked bored as he approached her.
"Have you found a man that can suit her tastes?" he asked. She nodded and handed him a file about the man she found.
Name: Ryo Choutaro.
Age: 16.
Attitude: rude (sometimes), cool
Likes: sports, studying
Dislikes: staying indoors
Ideal boy/girl (anything under the sun about him): a girl who can stand up to me. She can be annoying, I don't really care.
Contact info: 0915*******
Others: I'm quite intelligent. I want the girl who can catch up to me.
"Well?" she looked at him expectantly.
"I think he's ok," he replied, giving back the files.
"Then it's all good. Bring Koizumi-san in front of the Sakura Tree tomorrow, around lunch time. I'll contact Choutaro-kun," she told him. He silently nodded and went towards the door.
"Do you think she would like him?" he asked.
"We could only hope Hyuuga-san," she said. He grunted before going out of the room.
Matchmaking Club
"What...did...you...say?" Sumire ragged breaths can still be heard on the phone. She managed to say those words when she heard that Natsume Hyuuga visit her humbly club.
"I don't want to repeat everything I'd said," Mikan said. She swung her legs back and forth as she was sitting in her bed.
"He's...so...famous...I'm...so...jealous...if...I'm...not...sick...then...I'd...be...the...one...to...help...him," Sumire huffed.
"Please Sumire. I'm hanging up now. Your influenza had really taken its toll on you. You better get some sleep," Mikan said and hung up again before Sumire could say a word.
Matchmaking Club
Mikan was on the clubroom again, silently wondering what happened to those people she matched yesterday. Some of them already expressed their gratitude to her which made her slight happy. Well, her thoughts were really occupied by Natsume Hyuuga and his seemed complicated issue about a fan girl.
"Ugh," she leaned on the chair, massaging her aching temple. She closed her eyes, hoping to get a little sleep. Just a little sleep would do.
But her sleep was disturbed by a loud, rough slid of the door of the clubroom, followed by a bad mood Natsume. He went towards her and banged his fist on the table. She yelped, almost falling on the chair. Her mood was not in the good side either.
"What the hell?" she shouted.
"Your little plan didn't work!" he growled, "She dumped him on the spot, less than a minute."
"You chose him! He's the best one out of those you pick!" she hollered.
"Apparently, he's not enough to satisfy him," he jeered.
She sighed and smirked at him, "Then you don't have a choice but to date her yourself and marry her. Maybe you'll be stuck with her for the rest of your damn life."
"Don't give me that crap!" he reached for her collar, pulled her towards him and neared his face to hers. She slapped his hands away and glared at him.
"Then find a girl friend and rubbed it to her face. Tell her that you would never intend to love her for the rest of your life," she looked at him with disdain.
"Oh please if I date a girl, then she could be the replacement for Luna. She would never ever leave me again," he reasoned out.
"Well, if that's the problem, the only thing you could do is to find a girl that will never fall in love with you," she scoffed at him, pointing him to the door. "Now go, before I kick you out of the room, Mr. Obnoxious!"
"There's no one in this planet that could resist me," he stated.
"There is one and that would me. I hate your guts, Mr. Obnoxious," she said.
He was silenced for a while. Then he smirked and uttered, "Will you help me then?"
"Maybe," she mumbled. "I could show you some photos and files of the girls you might like. And then you can choose from there. I'm warning you. Don't ever make the girls cry or I'll personally hunt and kill you!"
He leaned down to her level and muttered huskily, "I chose you."
"I'm not going to buy that," she rolled her eyes and pushed the files to his face.
"I'm not joking," he grabbed her hand, forcing her to stand up and then caught her lips with his. She froze. She felt his lips began to move against hers. It was gentle and sweet. His lips were so cool. Her brain cannot register everything that happened. He broke the kiss and smirked at her.
"So, will you help me?" he asked. Her face turned red and shouted, "Never, Mr. Obnoxious!"
Matchmaking Club
anime16: so what are your thoughts? Thanks for reading and please review. I'll be happy if you do.