Hello Everyone! This is TheSeVenDeaDlySiNZ! This is my very first fan-fic that I ever made. Writing this story was kinda hard for me since I have to think of ideas to make this one, and I thought that since I've already got the laptop that I've been waiting for, I decided that maybe I should upload this fanfic just so that my account won't be void with stories. And I would also want to apologize in advance if ever you spot any mistakes in the story. And I'll accept the criticism, but please don't be too harsh. I'm still learning to correct my grammar and all. And I hope you'll cope up with me. :)

Nastume Hyuuga laid his broad back on the sofa as he sipped his Martini, having some random thoughts of his own. He was enjoying his Martini alone, it was almost 30 minutes later when he went home from his date with another blonde bombshell he just met around 3 days ago.

It was his 25th date for this month. And just like the rest of his dates it always end up on the same thing. A hot, steamy sex and him ditching his date and never call them or never met up with them again. And if ever the two of them cross each other, he would just walk past them and pretended as if he never knew them.

There were some women who would run after him, well…not actually some but most of them. It was starting to get annoying, 'coz everyday his Blackberry would always ring, all from his former dates, and this time asking him that they should met up with him again.

And of course, being the typical him, he would always decline and tell them to stop bothering him.

Some of his friends would always ask if he ever feel bad about ditching women, but his only answer was a shrug.

Truth to be told, he did feel bad, but he never showed. After all, it was not entirely his fault; he never gave a promise of meeting up with them again.

"Geez, Natsume. When are you going to settle yourself with a woman?" He remembered his pal, Ruka Nogi, telling him when he saw him in the stepping out in a restaurant. He was trailing his wife with a heavy looking box that would seem like to be heavy tools for his wife's invention.

Ruka's wife. Geez, he never considered liking that woman. There was an undeniable fact that Hotaru Imai Nogi, was the most ruthless and sadist woman he has ever met. Up to now, it was still a complete mystery to him as to why his best friend had fall in love and decided to marry that woman.

Imai was a beautiful woman, he can't help but think. Ruka's wife has a short raven hair that was almost similar to his, a pale, but rosy complexion, pink lips, and a pair of shimmering stoic amethyst colored eyes that would look like it would shine when she's amused. Imai was slender and tall enough to match her height with his eyes, he was 6"4 so Imai was probably around 5"8, and she has a body that could put a French model to shame, which was probably why Ruka was so damn obsessed with her. The only problem about her though, was her attitude. Natsume could never stand this woman's attitude. This was probably the reason why the two of them would always argue when he meets up with his best friend and eat dinner with them.

It would look like they would only brag about logical and politic issues, for the both them, it wasn't. They just used them as an excuse to tick off each other's patience.

But much to his dismay, there were some debates that she would win, especially about that men should value a woman's dignity and why men could never put a zipper on their pants. It him bull's eye. Heck, that woman is completely logical. That's why it added his loathing on her.

But there were time that they've gotten along. But maybe it was just during the time when the both of them was being sadistic, or maybe the times when they both have the same thought. And they felt like bullying the poor blonde.

He remembered Koko saying before that the two of them might be related but never knew which resulted with him hitting his head and Imai hitting him with something that was called a Baka Gun.

He sighed, sipping his Martini once again as his eyes fixed on the scenery behind his glass wall. Tokyo was indeed marvelous during night time, with the Broadway lights illuminating the whole place. He tore his gaze away from the scenery, and then roamed it around his condo. It looked really big, too big for a single person, but since he badly need a place for his own, he bought it. He was already 27, he can't stay in his parent's house for that long, and it's completely embarrassing to stay there in that age.

27.

Gee, he really is starting to get old. It was starting to get lonely, damned lonely. Almost all of his friends are married. Ruka has finally settled with Imai, Andou too, with Harada, even that stupid Koko was engaged with his ex, Shouda, that bland, Mucho also settled with Shouda's sister, Wakako, who also used to be one of his exs. He just can't help but be damned jealous with his pals, they were finally settled.

But the stupid thing was, he wanted someone special on his life. Like what those people called "family", even if not a family he wanted to feel the same way Ruka and the others felt, being loved.

He let out a scoff. Yeah, right. Like that would happen, women are just after his looks, sex, and money. As if they would want to marry, to settle down, to make a family with him.

He cursed, as if.

He pondered off, twirling his glass of Martini as he watched as the contents followed each move. When was the last time he'd been in a serious relationship with a woman?

He drank the liquor, staring blankly in to the wall.

Then, he remembered.

Mikan Sakura.

Damn.

He fucking remembered her.

That woman with a soft, silky, waist-length, caramel colored hair and a beautiful face. How come he forgotten about her? She was the woman who was with him for a long time. It was a year, perhaps. The longest record, he presumed. She was everything a man could ever as for, sexy, beautiful, intelligent and kind. He could still vividly remember the time they shared together, especially them making love. He felt weird whenever they're together. Not weird in a bad way, but in unbelievably good way.

She was the only woman that could make him feel loved. The only woman that could make him tug his lips upward to smile. The only woman that could make him feel so special.

He placed the glass down the glass table just near him as he heave out an exasperated sigh.

She might be the one that make him feel loved but she was the one that hurt him.

They met up for seemed to be 5 or 6 years before, she was a waitress in his favorite restaurant, since he was always busy to cook his own meal that's why he always takes his meal in a restaurant, which happens to be next to his company.

She was just like any of those typical women, but there was something in her that makes him think that she was different. She was undeniably cheerful, and her smile, God, her smile, her smile was something that could put the radiant sunshine to shame. He couldn't help but think that the reason why the restaurant was damn popular is because of this woman.

She was always the one who was oblige in the restaurant to greet him every time he enters the restaurant, the one to take his orders, the one to entertain him until he finish his meal and leave.

Not until then he became a regular customer, and yes, it would also mean she became his regular waitress as well. She talks, he listens. They enjoyed being together, even if he doesn't really talk too much, she still accepts it; acknowledge it unlike the other girls that he dated.

Then before he knew it, he asked her to go out with him. And surprisingly, she accepted.

Their time together was special, amazingly special.

He learned a lot of things about her. And she too, about him.

God, he can feel butterflies swarming around him for Pete's sake! Damn, he feels like a hormonal teenager whenever they're together. He made him feel so damned special. Too damned special.

At first he thought that he was just all for sex, but dammit, he was starting to feel that he was wrong. Love was something that was never in his vocabulary. Her breaths, her giggles, her caress, her mewl, her moan, God, her moan. He can never forget how turn on he is whenever she moans.

Just as he thought that she was finally going to be the one for him…..

She just left. Left without leaving any trace.

Then, he was broken.

Hey! this is TheSeVeNDeaDlySiNZ again... XD

I hope you liked the story, well I'm still working out on the Chapter 2 of it and I guess that I'll be able to upload it early since next week will be our SemBreak! The ultimate day that I've been waiting for, YEAH! Well, that is all for now. And please review if you can, I really want to know what you thought about my first fanfic. :)

God Bless you all! XD