Hey guys! This is my ANOTHER fic. Haha. I know my other two are not finished yet. But I will… I wanted to submit this because I keep on replacing the lines and settings. This is FINAL. Please… do appreciate how will the story go… OKAY?? S'il vous p'lait?
AT THE TRAIN STATION
Mikan is walking to her job as a ticket seller in the train station. She hails from Chiba, about a two-hour train ride to Tokyo.
She arrived in Tokyo 10 minutes before her actual call time.
Mikan: Hay… one week of work again…
Anna: Good morning!
Mikan : Good morning!
She went straight to the waiting bundy clock and checked in. Then she went to her booth and opened it. Meanwhile… Natsume is hurrying again.
Natsume: Geez… I'm so late…
Mikan: Good morning, sir. Destination please?
Natsume: Central Station
Mikan: How many?
Natsume: One.
All her life, she always sees this guy, falling in line to her booth. One Friday night, she was about to go home when she saw Natsume. (She doesn't know him)
Natsume: Hi
Mikan: Hi?
Natsume: I know this may sound in a rush… but, can I take you to dinner?
Mikan: What? He's asking me to dinner! He wasn't even introducing himself! I'm sorry, but—
Natsume: I'm Natsume Hyuuga. You are Mikan, aren't you?
Mikan: I'm Mikan… Mikan Sakura.
Natsume: Well…
Mikan: I'm sorry, Mr. Hyuuga, but I can't. I live far from here. I live in Chiba.
Natsume: Oh… Is that so? Okay, I'll just take you home.
Mikan: H-huh? Is he some kind of a freaky monster?
Natsume: What?
Mikan: I don't know you… and we're not even close! I mean, I don't know if I should trust you. I always see you everyday but—
Natsume:That means a No, right? Okay… thanks.
Natsume walked away, but poor Mikan fell pity for him.
Mikan: Natsu— Mr. Hyuuga! Wait! I'll let you take me home but let's take the train.
Natsume: Sure…
Off they went… inside the train…
Natsume: Aren't you scared? I mean, I'm not a bad guy, but why did you entertain me?
Mikan: I can do taekwondo that's why.
Natsume: oh…
Mikan: What is your job? I hope it doesn't include owning HUGE companies and stuffs… you know, I get furious at people like them…
Natsume: Why?
Mikan: Rich people are… (sighs) never mind. What's your job again?
Natsume: I'm an office worker… in a company.
Mikan: Company?
Natsume: Yes, I do running stuffs, signing and encoding papers… stuffs
Mikan: What company?
Natsume: How should I tell her this? The name is Hyuuga Enterprises… GOD! It's really hard to fall in love… It's my uncle's company.
Mikan: My uncle's company? WOW! I mean, UNIQUE!
Natsume: No, it's not—
Mikan: The name is great, it's catchy (with matching hand "wanding") and it's unique.
Natsume: THIS GIRL IS SO WAY TOO DENSED… how on earth can she work in ticket booth?
Mikan: Natsume… you might not like my house, you know… I live in a trailer truck. Like a Korean.
Natsume: Cool…
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