"A man should look for what is, and not what he thinks he should be."
- Albert Einstein
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Natsume hated howalons. He hated it with a passion that never died and with a silence that was most probably severely unhealthy for his psychological health. He stood dumbfounded at the Mikan Sakura's offering of Howalons, stretching towards him, daring him.
Firstly, he hated its colour – pink. Pink is undoubtedly, one of the ugliest, girliest and stupidest colours of all the colours in the rainbow, and Natsume loathed it. Eating something pink, made his twelve year old self, seem like a little girl! A girl who liked pink. Natsume scrunched his nose in disgust.
Secondly, he hated how soft it was. Soft was not right for men. Men were supposed to eat hard things – because that was manly and not at all soft. Soft foods were for girls – all boys knew that, it was the basic rule of the 'how to be a man' book that all boys mentally possessed at the age of seven.
Thirdly, it was sweet. That was probably what disgusted him most, the sugary, melt in your mouth taste was for girls. Real men were all about chilli, savoury, disgusting foods, that don't melt in your mouth, but make you feel like eating was necessary, and not for pleasure. Because that's what real men did, and Natsume was a man. A real one.
So, to become a man, Natsume never tried one of these, howalons, those reeking girl foods that everyone around him loved to eat. It was okay for Youichi, he was only three years old, and was not on the way to be a man just yet. Ruka – Natsume sighed, Natsume didn't know what to do with Ruka, but Ruka was his best friend, who was genuinely kind and caring so who cares if he wasn't a real man? His heart was, unlike his own. Quite obviously, Natsume was rather infuriated by the big hype about Howalons when the brown haired, ugly, strawberry-panty-wearing, loud, pigtail girl came around and marvelled at its pink, soft, sweetness. Disgusting, he thought. The girl herself, was rather disgusting too, latching onto Imai Hotaru, class genius like she was some leech, constantly smiling like her life here in this Academy was amazing – disgusting. Natsume decided he didn't like Mikan Sakura.
Natsume also thought she was a self absorbed weirdo, because if there was anything in the world that he would compare Mikan Sakura to, it would be the pink, sweet and soft disgusting howalon. So of course, when she declared her love for said food, Natsume had snorted with repulsion. Mikan Sakura, despite the obvious correlation to anything tangerine like, wore strawberry panties and blushed a modest pink when offended or complimented. She was soft, inside and out. Natsume couldn't get out of his head the feel of her skin brush up against him when she would accidently knock him in on her way to class, nor could he forget her relentless, almost to a fault forgiving personality to the not so forgiving hateful grey eyed toddler, or the angry, lonely teddy bear who lived in the Northern Forest. She was also generically considered sweet, like the God-forsaken-candy-out-to-destroy-man kind. He could remember the bright smile that made those gloomy days, less dull and more bright, the generous offering of her favourite disgusting candy to everyone she knew despite her serious lack in money or the tears in her eyes when she heard of Kaname's condition. Natsume then decided, he didn't not like Mikan Sakura.
Natsume frowned, confused by his own self made paradox. If he hated Howalon, which if anything was a stark representation of the stupid brunette, by mathematical deductions one would conclude he would hate her. He silently cursed, understanding his error. Of course! If Mikan couldn't do maths to save her life, why would any mathematical calculations work with her? It wouldn't, Natsume concluded.
Natsume hated Howalons, but he sure as hell didn't have to hate Mikan Sakura to be a man, and if wooing her as a man meant eating the one thing he absolutely loathed, it was perfectly justified.
Natsume reached for a Howalon, ate it and then quickly resisted the urge to release the bile that just melted down his throat.
Natsume hated Howalons, and he was never, ever doing that again.
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