THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN RE-EDITED.

Another random idea popped into my head and so, TADA! A new fanfic!

I hope you like it!

"Come on, you damn kitty, get over here," I demanded impatiently as I leaned forward on the tree branch, reaching out toward an amber-white stray.

To my displeasure, the cat just meowed unwillingly and shuffled back. The tree branch wobbled, sending a flurry of sakura petals fluttering to the ground, and I yelped in alarm. Heart pounding, I frantically grabbed onto the bark to steady myself, letting out a sigh of relief afterwards.

"Mikan Sakura, what have you gotten yourself into?" I muttered, scowling in frustration at the small, yet cunning animal perched only a foot and a half away.

The kitten started to lick its forepaw daintily, seemingly bored. I took this chance to lunge at it again, but it dodged my attack with ease. Instead, I almost fell, and after banging my arm roughly on the branch in a panicked attempt to keep myself upright, I gritted my teeth angrily and glared at the irksome animal. As if challenging me, the kitten returned the glare with an amber-eyed look of pure innocence.

And to think that, just a few moments before, I saw it as a helpless and stranded little creature. Turns out it was actually a tiny beast sent from hell to steal my precious Saturday afternoon. Really, I could be hanging out with Hotaru and the others in Central Town around this time, popping Howalon fluffs into my mouth and whatnot.

Howalon...

My mouth watered at the thought of my favorite sweet and my eyes narrowed once again at the wretched cat sitting before me—the only thing standing between me and my Howalon.

And nothing can keep me from getting my Howalon.

"Your pranks end here, little kitty," I rolled up my sleeves, trying my best to pull off an intimidating smile.

Apparently I failed, or the cat was immune to creepy smiles, because it just meowed nonchalantly and continuing preening itself.

"Okay, you asked for this..."

And I lunged.

.

.

.

Stupidest thing I've ever done. No doubt.

I mean, trying to catch a cat on a tree? Was was I thinking?

I failed miserably.

Duh.

But I actually failed more than I thought.

When I got up after my, what, tenth try, the cat wasn't even on the tree anymore.

Let me repeat that. The cat wasn't on the DAMN TREE.

I froze and slowly tilted my head downwards.

I met a pair of mocking amber eyes.

Yep, the cat was on the ground.

The frigging GROUND.

I watched it give me one last triumphant look, a ha-I'm-all-the-way-down-here-and-you-can't-do-anyt hing-about-it look, and then prance away, little snobby nose in the air.

I was left all alone on the branch to ponder the purpose of my life.

A cat just trolled me.

Kiss my sweet dignity goodbye.

I think I might've sat on that tree branch for the rest of the day, staring out into space like an idiot, if not for Mr. Autumn Breeze.

Autumn breezes were chilly.

I was wearing the school uniform. Without the jacket.

I hated the cold.

Put that all together and I had a good enough reason to get off the tree.

Easier said than done.

Much easier said than done.

My eyes literally ballooned to the size of soccer balls when I looked down.

Oh, it would be so nice if I could transform into a cat right now.

Why?

Because then I wouldn't have to worry about DYING.

Why couldn't humans have nine lives?

Or at least awesome ninja skills?

I swallowed and gripped the bark tighter.

"Okay, you can do this. Just go slow and steady."

I took a deep breath.

My heart was pounding against my chest like a crazy bass drum, and that did nothing to help my current situation.

Inch by inch I started scooting backwards.

Ba-dum...Ba-dum...Ba-dum...

Inch by inch I got closer to the trunk.

BA-DUM...BA-DUM...BA-DUM...

Almost...there...

My hands reached for safety—

"Hey."

I think I died a little inside.

Jolting violently in surprise at the sudden voice, it wouldn't take a genius to guess what happened next.

Yep, my butt slipped.

And my butt was the only thing keeping me on the branch.

Which pretty much meant I was falling.

And if that wasn't bad enough, I was falling straight toward a boy I had never even noticed was there.

"MOVE, IDIOT, MOVE!"

I am so telling God to make that kitty pay for my life insurance.

"Ow, ow, ow," I winced as I slowly opened my eyes.

Wait, ow?

I didn't feel any pain.

Was I dead?

"You're heavy. Get off," a cold voice startled me.

No, I guess not.

Looking down, I realized that the reason for my miraculous survival was not because of sudden immortality, but because I had landed on a guy's torso instead of the solid ground.

"Whoa!" I immediately scrambled up, my face warm. "Sorry! Are you okay?"

This was going beyond embarrassment. If the guy was hurt, I would definitely pay for his medical bills.

The boy slowly pushed himself off of the grass, and to my relief and slight amazement, he was uninjured. Then I saw his face and my breathing hitched involuntarily in my throat as my stupid hormones took over.

Holy snickerdoodles.

The guy looked around my age and had messy, raven-black hair, but the most alluring feature of his were his eyes. Fiery crimson—they just captured you and seemed to go on forever. So much more dazzling than my dull brown irises. I envied him.

But I also had the strangest feeling that I had seen those crimson eyes somewhere before. Exactly where, I had no idea. I mean, I'm pretty sure I would've remembered if I had met this guy someplace before—my memory wasn't that much of a failure. For all I knew he could've been the cover model of one of Sumire's fashion magazines.

So basically, the boy that sat before me now was drop-dead gorgeous.

Like an Abercrombie God.

I can't believe I just thought that.

Luckily for me, sexiness didn't have much effect on my system. Sure, sometimes my hormones would kick in and I would do a bit of staring, but when that passes, I don't start flirting or stuttering or embarrassing myself in front a hot guy, which I know a lot of girls do. Honestly, who are we to judge people by their looks?

The boy's irritated voice broke through my thoughts.

"The fuck was that?"

I couldn't resist rolling my eyes.

Why is it that every 'cool' guy in school just has to curse? Not that I don't, but seriously!

"What?" I replied smartly.

Okay, maybe a little less on the smart side, but it was better than nothing.

The boy raised an eyebrow. "You just fell off a damn tree and broke my ribs, little girl."

Little girl? My lips curved into a slight frown. Now that was a bit insulting. I wasn't that short. But I pushed those thoughts aside and bowed my head apologetically. I wouldn't go quarreling with a stranger I had just fallen on top of.

"I'm really, really sorry! I'll—I'll do anything to make up for it," I promised.

Usually I don't say those kinds of things, but I did feel very guilty at the moment.

The boy smiled slyly.

"Anything?" he echoed.

"Anything," I confirmed, though I was starting to wonder if this was such a good idea. I mean, I had no idea who this guy was—

"Kiss me."

I blinked.

"What?"

The boy smirked. "You said you would do anything, so kiss me."

Kiss him? Oh, that was easy—

"No, you fool." I whacked the guy over the head.

"Damn, woman, that hurt—"

"Under no circumstances am I giving my first kiss to a complete stranger," I stated firmly. "I'm not that gullible."

I knew these kinds of boys. The players—the bad boys. I wasn't afraid of them, but they could still be dangerous.

A flicker of amusement danced in the guy's crimson eyes.

"Hey, did you know that if you say the word 'orange' really slowly, it'll sound like 'gullible'?" he suggested nonchalantly.

I frowned. Was this a joke?

"Or...an...ge..." I drawled.

After a few seconds of deep thought, I turned to the boy and huffed, "I don't get it."

The boy only snorted. "You fell for it."

"What?"

"You actually fell for it."

"Fell for what?" I pushed.

"Eat your words, little girl. You're pretty gullible," the guy smirked.

"No, I'm not! And what did I fall for? What are you talking about?" I demanded, annoyed.

He raised his eyebrows. "You seriously haven't figured it out?"

"C'mon, just tell me!" I pressed.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because."

I pouted.

"Meanie!"

The boy ran a hand through his raven tresses and sighed.

"Look, do you have any friends?"

Now that was offending.

"Of course I have friends! Lots and lots of them! What, did you think I was some loner—"

"Then ask your friends," he advised simply.

I shot him a glare, but did indeed make a mental note to consult Hotaru about the orange question later.

"Well, do you have any friends?" I grumbled, still upset from the insult.

The boy looked a me curiously, his crimson eyes deep and unreadable. I cocked my head.

"What?"

"Nothing...but yeah, I have friends."

"How much?"

"...a lot."

"How much is a lot?"

"More than you can imagine."

"Oh really?" I challenged. "More than me?"

"Muuuuch more," the boy stretched snobbily.

"Hmph, I don't believe you." I crossed my arms stubbornly.

The boy shrugged. "I don't care."

There was silence for a few moments. I found it surprising how easy it was to talk to this person that I had never met before. Almost as if we had known each other for ages.

He was still a jerk though. Definitely.

"Are you new here?" he asked suddenly.

I blinked.

"Um...yeah...I got enrolled into the academy about a month ago...but I bet I still have a lot more friends than you!"

"What's your name?"

I eyed him skeptically.

"That's a stupid question. I'm not telling."

Good or not, this guy was still a stranger. I wasn't going to give him any personal info.

"Stubborn, huh?" the boy smirked. "Well, technically I'm your classmate, and besides, you used me for a landing mat when you fell off that tree. I think I have a right to know."

I pouted. "Whose fault do you think that was? I told you to move, didn't I?"

But the boy didn't say anything. He just waited. There was a long, heavy silence. I started fidgeting around and twiddling my fingers. Silence was the number one thing I just couldn't stand. I mean, it's just so awkward, don't you think? After a few more seconds of quiet torture, I threw my hands up in defeat.

"Fine! Sakura Mikan! You happy now?" I scowled.

He nodded smugly. "Hn."

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously.

"If you start stalking me I'm gonna call the police," I warned.

He scoffed. "Like that would ever happen, stupid."

I tried glaring daggers at him, but that only made that annoying smirk appear on his lips again.

Grr, I hated this. I hated him.

"What about your name, huh?" I realized. "You need to tell me too. It's only fair that way, right?"

The goddamn smirk stayed on his lips.

"You'll find out soon enough."

I felt a sharp jab of annoyance at his stuck-up attitude and opened my mouth to protest, but any forming words were cut off by another comment.

"You shouldn't sit on a tree branch that high above the ground while wearing a skirt, idiot."

Before I could even fully comprehend that statement, the boy stood up and started walking away.

"See ya, Polka-Dots." He raised his right hand in a quick gesture of farewell.

Wait, Polka-Dots...?

The boy's footsteps were getting farther away.

Then it clicked.

A stream of incoherent sounds spluttered from my mouth as I pointed a furious, shaking finger at the stranger's back, my cheeks burning.

"You...You...You PERVERT!"

I swear I heard a chuckle.

If I had any positive opinions about this guy before, I completely take them back. He was dangerous and evil and he was not getting away with what he just did.

Revenge is sweet, you know?

And there's the first chapter!

Wow, I made Mikan curse a lot... Are you guys okay with that?

And do you think its good enough to continue?

I know I'm asking a lot, but please review or critique to let me know!

Luv ya lots! 3

-momocandy XD