Sorry that it is a little late for Christmas, but I wanted to make a cute short story.
Chapter 1
A brown haired woman sat on an old worn out leather brown couch. The carpet was butterscotch yellow and the walls were an eggshell white. Two grey filing cabinets sat in the front of the room, off to the left of the door behind the couch. In front of the couch was an equally old desk. The desk held a cup of pens, paper, and miscellaneous items. A bookshelf sat behind the desk to the right. An old lady with graying hair sat behind the desk looking through the papers.
The door behind the brown haired woman creaked opened to reveal a young woman with pink hair and a small boy of six with brownish-gray hair and teal eyes, holding a suitcase. The brown haired woman stood with a wide smile on her face as the people came through the door. The old lady also stood and spoke to the occupants in the room. "Youichi, this is your new Mommy, Mikan Hyuuga."
Youichi looked blankly at Mikan as she smiled down at him. Mikan knelt down to his level and held her hand out to him. "Hi Youichi, I hope you will enjoy your stay with me." Youichi stared at her hand before he looked back up at her. He didn't shake her hand, but that didn't ruin her good mood.
The old lady looked uncomfortable in the silence that grew in the room, "Now Mrs. Hyuuga, if you sign here, you will be able to take him home with you today." Mikan stood back up to sign the papers, then she turned around and took Youichi's suitcase. She held out her hand for him to take, but all he did was fold his arms across his chest. Mikan shook her head, giggling on the inside. Really, he was just like her husband. Sighing she crouched down in front of him and wrapped one arm around his waist. Then she stood back up, keeping a firm grip on the boy.
"Thank you, Mrs. Yuki, for letting me adopts Youichi." And with that she left the room with a startled boy in her arms. Mikan walked down the stairs with Youichi glaring at her. On the way down kids of all ages peeked out of their rooms or stopped in the hall to stare at the kid who got to leave the orphanage. The two people didn't pay any mind to them as they left the building.
When they got outside, little snowflakes were falling around them as the busy streets of New York buzzed in their ears. Mikan stood there for a second, enjoying the cold surrounding her. A sharp tug at her hair and death glare thrown her way sent her in motion again. They continued on until they reached a nice car behind the building. Mikan sat the suitcase down and dug in her coat pocket for her keys. She unlocked the car and sat Youichi in the back. She helped him get buckled in, before putting his suitcase in the trunk and hopping in the driver's side.
"So Youichi, what is your favorite color?" Mikan asked. Youichi didn't respond, he only looked out the window. This didn't faze Mikan at all. "What is your favorite animal?" she asked again and again he didn't respond. All on the way to Mikan's house she asked him questions which he didn't answer.
They pulled up into the drive way of a nice two story house with a big open yard. Youichi unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. Mikan grabbed his suitcase from the trunk. They walked up to the door and Mikan unlocked it and let them in. "Home sweet home. Our rooms are on the second floor." Mikan said. She led him past the open kitchen at the door and up the stairs next to the nice living room. Then she led them down a plain hallway with a few pictures on the wall. Youichi passed two doors before Mikan stopped at a light wooden door. "This is your room." Then she opened the door.
The room has dark blue walls with an even darker blue carpet. The bed had blue blankets and grey sheets. Twin night stands sat at the head of the bed. A dresser sat at the far right of the room. The room looked bare, but it wasn't horrible.
Youichi looked around but made no gesture of talking any time soon. "My husband, Natsume, is not home yet. Make yourself comfy and if you need anything, just come ask me." Mikan closed the door leaving Youichi alone in the room.
Youichi didn't like this, not one bit. A lady that he didn't even know ruins all of his plans. His mother told him to wait for him at the orphanage two years ago. She told him that she had to get her life back on track after his father walked out on them. She told him it might take a few years, but she would come pick him up as soon as she was better off in life. Now this woman he doesn't even know comes and adopts him and tells him to make himself comfy. He was going to go down there and demand that she take him back to the orphanage and then he was going to be picked up by his mom.
His life would go back to being happy with his mom by his side. It would be just her and him and no one else to ruin their happiness. Youichi looked at the bed. It looked really comfy and he did feel really tired, so a nap wouldn't hurt, right?
Mikan was down stairs, rooting through the fridge for tonight's dinner. She decided to go with something simple, hamburgers and hotdogs. She went over to the phone that was in the kitchen and dialed up her husband's work number.
"Hello, Alice Company. How may we help you?" a woman spoke over the line. "Hello, may I speak to Natsume Hyuuga, please?" Mikan asked. There was shuffling over the phone before the woman said, "Hold on for a moment, please?" before horrible elevator music began to play through the phone.
Mikan sat down the phone and put it on speakerphone so the room filled with music as she continued her cooking. She looked up on the wall at the clock to notice it was almost five p.m.
The lady came back on the phone. "I'm sorry miss, but Mr. Hyuuga is in a meeting now. May I ask who is calling and if I can give him a message?" she asked. Mikan sighed; he was always in a meeting or at work or on a business trip. He never had enough time for her and now that they have a kid, she hoped that he would find enough time to be with both of them. "Miss, are you still there?" the lady asked. "Oh! Yes, sorry. Just tell him his wife called to ask if he would be home for dinner and could you tell him to call me back, please?" Mikan asked, feeling embarrassed to be caught day dreaming like that. "Of course, Mrs. Hyuuga. Have a nice day and a Merry Christmas." The lady replied. Mikan smiled. "Thank you and have a Merry Christmas too." Then they hung up.
Mikan put the phone down and continued on with making dinner. The phone rang around 5:30 and Mikan got up to get it. "Hello?" she said. "Hey Mikan, what did you need?" a deep voice rang through the phone. Mikan smiled, "Hey Natsume, I was wondering on when you will be home. I made hamburgers and hotdogs for dinner. We also have a son here, named Youichi." She heard a deep sigh over the phone, and then Natsume spoke, "I'll try to be home around 7 alright?"
Mikan bit her lip before she spoke what was on her mind, "Natsume, I want to talk to you when you get home alright?" she heard shuffling and the rustle of paper before he agreed. She smiled as she hung up the phone. She turned to the stairs and went up to get Youichi. She knocked on the door. No answer. "Youichi, I'm coming in now."
Mikan opened the door to see a dark lump on the bed. She flicked the switch that was by the door to turn the overhead light on. She smiled softly at the sight. Youichi was curled into a ball on top of the sheets sleeping soundly. She tip-toed over to him and gently picked him up. He snuggled into her warmth, but otherwise didn't wake up.
Mikan pulled back the covers on his bed and tucked him in. Then she went over to his suitcase and found two shirts and two pairs of jeans. She frowned; she would have to go shopping with him soon to get clothes and shoes. She put his clothes into the dresser and went downstairs to wait for Natsume to get home.
Natsume finally pulled up to his house at 6:45. He hoped his wife had something good to tell him. He didn't like the tone she used on him when they last talked and he was also curious about his new son Youichi.
Natsume unlocked the door and stepped inside to be greeted with his wife watching Two and a half Men. He shook his head before silently making his way over to his Mikan. He bent down, letting his arm slide over the back of the couch, before breathing in her ear, "I'm home."
Mikan smiled as she turned around and captured Natsume's lips with her own. She kissed him thoroughly for a minute before pulling away. "Welcome home." She said. "I have someone I would like you to meet." She got up and headed for the stairs. Natsume could hear the thudding of her feet as she made her way upstairs and then he heard a door open. He loosened his tie and took off his coat; then he made himself comfy on the sofa. He closed his eyes and laid his head back on the sofa until he heard his wife calling for him. Natsume opened his eyes to see Mikan holding the boy named Youichi.
Youichi regarded the man before him. The man didn't seem like an idiot, like the woman who was holding him. The man looked like he had a good head on his shoulders. The man looked a bit like him in the intellect department. The man was worthy for him to call father.
Youichi held his arms out to Natsume and Natsume accepted him. Mikan looked thrilled at the progress they were making. "Youichi this is your new dad." Youichi nodded his head and continued to look at Natsume. Mikan, deciding to leave them alone for some bonding, left saying she needed to heat up the dinner.
"So you are Youichi." Natsume said. Youichi nodded his head. "Can you speak or do you just not want to speak?" he asked. Natsume was thinking that Youichi was a lot like him in the personality department. "I can speak, but I don't like to." Youichi replied. "Boys, dinners ready." Mikan called from the kitchen. Both of them headed into the kitchen to see hamburgers and hotdogs with steamed veggies and mac-and-cheese. The three of them sat down to eat and dinner was mostly quiet with Mikan asking questions about how work went with the company. Natsume answered in short sentences, not going into a whole lot of detail.
After dinner was finished Youichi went back upstairs into his room. Mikan was cleaning up dinner and Natsume headed into the living room. Once Mikan was done she went to sit next to Natsume. Mikan took a deep breath before she spoke. "Natsume, what do you think of Youichi?" Natsume sat there and thought about the kid before he answered. "I like him. He reminds me of me." Mikan beamed. She was glad that he liked Youichi.
"Natsume I wanted to talk about your work and Youichi." Mikan started. Natsume raised his eyebrow for her to continue. "Natsume you spend a lot of time at work and not enough time at home. I was hoping you could take these last two weeks off for Christmas. You have a built up vacation so why don't you use it." Natsume was shocked. "Mikan, don't you realize it is two weeks till Christmas?" he asked. "Yes I know that, but ask someone to fill in for you. I know you can do that, I mean I am your secretary for heaven's sake. I want you to spend time with Youichi." She pleaded. Natsume sat there and thought about that. He hasn't been spending a lot of time with Mikan and now that Youichi is in the family it will be hard to divide the little time he has on both of them. Finally he agreed.
Mikan was overjoyed. She grabbed his face and planted kisses everywhere she could. "Natsume, do your parents have any of your old clothes?" Mikan asked once she stopped kissing him. Natsume, a little dazed from the kisses, shook his head no. Mikan sighed. "Well it looks like we need to go shopping for him tomorrow. He has no clothes or shoes or even a coat. Do you think you can take him shopping while I do your work?" She started to kiss down his neck to make it more persuasive. Natsume nodded. Mikan giggled as she got off the couch. "Great, I'll finish your work and get you on your vacation while you take Youichi shopping."
Natsume growled as he watched her walk away. Oh she was not getting away from him tonight. He got up off the couch and wrapped his arms around her waist, throwing her on his shoulder, and then he charged up the stairs and locked his bedroom door. It was going to be a long night for them.