Lady-Von-Bielefeld: Okay. I know I'm not done with my other fic yet, but I'm getting a writer's block. And this came up out of the blues. I hope you'll like it
Curiosity was evident in those beautiful chocolate brown eyes as she starred at her long time best friend, Natsume Hyuuga. She wanted to say something, but as she open her mouth no words came out. She bit her lower lip and starred back into the papers she was holding.
Sipping his special tangerine juice, he fixed his glare onto her.
"Well, little girl. What do you think?" He asked for the second time that day.
"----" silence.
"Oi. Earth to Polka. Are you still there?" he asked waving his palm to get her attention.
She shook her head, repeatedly. Her eyes starred at her best friend, then went back to the paper she was holding.
"Uhmmm." She bit her lip.
"What? Jeez. I haven't got all day you know." He leaned his head into his chair and closed his eyes for a minute.
"I---ahh…uhmmm…."
"Look, Polka. You just have to answer yes or no. is that you hard for you? Jeez your being an idiot again." He snapped sitting up.
"Mou. Natsume. You're so mean. I'm not an idiot and you know that." She pouted.
"If you're not an idiot," he said starring at her. "Why can't you answer a damn yes or no question?"
"Because," she started fixing her bangs to the side. "What you're asking isn't as simple as you think."
"What do you mean, not simple?" he raised his brow.
"What you're asking isn't simple. Not simple at all."
He rolled his eyes. "Polka, it's just a yes or no. If you don't want to marry, just say so. So I can get the hell out of here." He snapped, irritated.
"But you'll regret turning down the Natsume Hyuuga. I swear you will." He added standing up and putting on his coat. He waved his hand, turned on his heel and proceeded towards the door.
"Why then?" she interrupted, still gazing at the papers.
"What do you mean, why?" he asked, without turning.
"Why the sudden urge to get married? I know you, Natsume. You're not the type of person who suddenly goes about asking people for stupid things. " she said grimly.
True enough. Natsume wasn't the type of person who jumps into a 100 ft building just because he feels like it. He doesn't go with the flow. He takes things way to seriously and does thing according to perfection.
There was at least five seconds of silence before he decided to turn around.
He glanced at her with sheer admiration. He smirked.
"You seem to know how I tick." He sat down at the table opposite to Mikan.
"I ought to. I am your best friend after all." She stated in-a-matter-of-fact tone.
She poured more orange juice into her cup, took a sip, and starred at him.
"So?" she asked, with a concern voice.
"So, what?" he asked irritated.
"Aren't you going to tell me what happen?"
"Oh." He started, gazing outside the window. "You know my dad,"
"Yes. What about uncle?"
"That old bastard thinks I'm not good enough to handle the company!" he hissed, crushing the plastic cup he was holding.
Mikan sweat dropped at the scene of Natsume, and uncle Seiji, strangling each other. Mr. Seiji Hyuuga was more like an irritating older brother, then a supporting father for Natsume. Their relationship was something like Tamaki (from OHSHC) and his dad. They we're always competing with each other, and getting into each other's nerves.
"Oh come on Natsume. I'm sure, uncle's just teasing you. " she smiled.
"The old goat is dead serious."
"I don't understand. What does the company have to do with you wanting to get married? I know you don't just want to settle in and live happily ever after. There must be something----- "
"There is." He interrupted.
"What?"
"He doesn't think I can handle the company because I haven't been able to keep up a steady relationship. He thinks I'll play with it, just like I play with girls."
"He has point, you know."
"You don't understand Polka. That company is my life. I'm not going to destroy it."
"Why don't you just be honest and tell him?"
"I tried. No good. He wants proof."
"What sort of proof, exactly?" she asked, sipping more orange juice.
"A wife."
"A wife!" she spat.
"Yes. You." He said in a nonchalant voice.
"But why me? Natsume, you go out with the most beautiful girls in town. Why not choose one of them?" she suggested.
He shrugged. "They we're just for a one-night-stand."
"Oh please!" she said rolling her chocolate eyes.
"What about Sumire then?" another useless suggestion.
"I'm not marrying anyone who's obsessed with me. It freaks me out." He scowled.
"Anna?"
"Koko'll kill me."
"Nonoko?"
"Yuu."
"Misaki? Hotaru? Atanasu? "Mikan suggested, desperate.
"Too old, too cold, and a total weirdo."
"What about----?"
"Mikan. You're the closest girl I've got. Marry me. Please." He asked pleadingly.
"But why would I marry you? I don't even love you!"
He raised his brow "You don't?"
"I do, but not that way." She looked away, blushing.
He smirked. Amused at the way she reacted.
"That paper you're holding is our prenuptial agreement. It's our contract of secrecy." He explained, pointing at the papers.
She starred at the papers with disgust.
"It's not forever. We can always get a divorce after a year or two. You don't have to be serious. You can date other men, for all I care. And I'll provide you with everything. You don't have to work again. I'll even pay you!" boy, was he desperate.
She stood frozen for about a minute.
Natsume must've been aware of her financial problems. How can't he? He was after all her best friend.
She smiled sweetly at him, which caused Natsume's eyes to widen in surprise.
"Is this because, I'm uncles favorite?"
"Maybe." He smirked. It wasn't a secret that Seiji Hyuuga loved the brunet like a daughter.
She sighed.
"If I said yes, you'll do as you say?"
"Trust me. I never go back on my words." He smiled inwardly. Gotcha.
"Fine. Where do I sign?" she said grabbing her pen.
Author's note: okay. I know it sucked. But it was just part one. And it's a rush. I only typed it for 21 minutes. (I used a stop watch)hehehehe
I'm open for reviews, suggestions, comments, flames. What ever. I just want to her from you
Ja!
- Lady-Von-Bielefeld