. toothfairy .
. by snowmirage .
o------------------------------------------oSummary: Who do you call when you get a really bad case of toothache? Hyuuga Natsume is your guy. (Natsume-Mikan one-shot)
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A/n: Hai minna-san, another crappy idea from me :') Enjoy...or not.
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Never trust a man to pluck your teeth.
The day Sakura Mikan had a toothache, she went to seek help from the most unlikely of sources: Hyuuga Natsume.
Which, by the way, anyone sane would have told her that it was a very bad idea.
A very, very, very bad idea.
Because, simply because, to ask for help from Hyuuga Natsume, especially if you are named Sakura Mikan, was asking for death itself.
Still, that was precisely what our dear Mikan-chan did.
Oh, it wasn't as though she had him as the first choice, but rather, somehow one way or another on that day, everyone was simply not around or busy with something else.
So it was with a painful and aching toothache that a bedraggled Mikan approached Natsume, who had his nose buried in his book in the empty classroom.
"Neh, Natsume-kun." She sat down in front of him.
Natsume ignored her and continued reading.
"I have a toothache." She persevered.
Her words was met with an incredulous look from the boy that seemed to say 'so what?'.
"It really really hurts." Mikan continued, not giving up despite the fact that the dark-haired boy had turned his attention away and was ignoring her.
"It really, really, really hurts."
A nerve started to throb at Natsume's temples.
"It really, really, really, really hurts."
After seventeen 'really's later, Natsume finally snapped.
He slammed down the book onto the table and marched out, only to return a few minutes later, a scowl on his face, with a long ball of string in tow.
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"Are you sure this will work?" Mikan asked nervously as she watched Natsume tie one end of the string to the handle of the open classroom door. The other end was in Mikan's mouth, tied securely around the tooth that had given Mikan so much trouble.
"Hn."
The curt reply was the only one she got from the dark-haired boy, who had finished tying the string and was examining his handiwork with a critical eye.
He tested the tautness of the string once, nodded as if pleased, reached over for the handle, and slammed the door without so much of a by your leave.
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The tranquil quiet of the evening was suddenly ruined by the yowl of pain that ripped through the academy's grounds stunned everyone within hearing range, which is within the radar of five kilometers.
"Itaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
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That night, Sakura Mikan slept peacefully without the pain, a small tooth clutched in her palm, thinking that sometimes, just sometimes, Hyuuga Natsume was an angel.
Or not.
. fin .
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A/n: Before people start plotting my death for not updating the other stories, I would like to mention that I am working on it :')
So for now R&R onegai!