A/N: I do NOT own any of the GA characters.
My first fan fic XD~~~~ I intend to make this one reaaaallly long. say 20 chapters? I unno..
Hope you enjoy this :D do tell me what you think about it :D
Sputnik Sweetheart
Title
Chapter 1: Hazy corridors and worry filled thoughts
Looking around he noticed the almost nonexistent decorations, the Mona Lisa hanging on the right and a small fountain that stood in the other end of the corridor. Two pieces he surely has never seen up close in his life before. The arrangement of the furniture alone seemed eccentric, so is the random sizes of the doors that lined up in the sides, all looked as if it would lead him to a complete change of scenery.
It took him awhile to realize that he is dreaming.
And with a familiar click, the wavy corridors of his strange and blurry dream start to arrange themselves again. Lights that hang from the nonexistent ceiling started blinking in a 1-2 rhythm, and the hum of cicadas play in the background.
This again?
He's been dreaming of the same thing with great frequency. Whether he had intended to or not, he never knew.
Like how you want to see a certain person or love one over and over again, or how you want to change nightmares in to fairytales, right?
No one really has a firm grip or control on the subconscious.
His eyes then started to focus on the figure in front of him.
In the middle of the corridor stood a girl wearing a white dress.
He cannot quite determine how she looks, for the hazy lighting won't let him; her features as vague as his vision. Despite this, he knew for sure that she's the same girl.
There she is again
He's fairly sure he doesn't know her. Oddly, she doesn't exude the aura of a stranger either.
Thoughts of her have plagued his mind for as long as he could remember. She has constantly been reappearing in the corridor in his every other visit.
Who is she? Why is she here? These questions have been left unanswered for the longest time.
There were nights where he would have the same dream she isn't there, and at nights where she will appear, she just stood there with her back to him or at least what he thinks is her back.
He knows the routine. All he had to do is to stand there behind her and wait until he wakes up. Now where'd that grip of the subconscious go? It'd certainly prove useful right about now. He tried disrupting this rhythm before. He attempted to walk or to run towards the girl for he had nothing else to do in the dream. His efforts were all in vain though, for the distance between them never changed. He tried to call her before but his voice wouldn't come. Opening the doors on each of his side wasn't an option either, for it was as if the doors were just painted to the wall and would flatten whenever he reached for the doorknob. He continued to do these things until one day he grew tired of them. So he stood there doing nothing and waited. He's forever compelled to just stand there and watch her, or so he thought.
He is not known for his patience. Nor is he the type to want or can stand to wait.
Still, he stood there, expecting no development on her movement whatsoever.
Except she did move, for the first time in his dreams she turned to him. This development made him happy for he grew tired of just looking and doing nothing.
Her features started to take form as she get closer, like a blurry channel getting clearer. He remained in his position, still with the least hint of being surprised. He intently looked at her face, hoping to recognize her.
He blinked and was taken aback when he realized that her face is right in front of his. Lips almost touching; breaths mingling. The rest of her body is out of his line of vision now. His eyes held by a pair of deep auburn orbs that seemed to see the very depths of his soul.
Close, too close
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The sound of his alarm clock woke him up, tearing him away from the girl in his dream.
The morning sun is up and his alarm clock read 6:34 am. Beads of cold sweat run down his face when he woke up. His heart is beating way too fast.
He tried closing his eyes again, attempting to jump back into the dream.
...
Any minute now.
...
Nothing.
...
Sigh.
He rose up, opened the window and looked outside, now watching the dead leaves of autumn blown carelessly by the wind. They reminded him of the girl's eyes; the only difference is that her's look so real and alive.
College is starting to prove to be more than just a dilemma, not because of the drama, or the ever so annoying professors, but because of the scarcity of money Mikan Sakura now faces. Alone in her apartment she lay in bed, staring at the empty ceiling.
She's been living alone for a year now, a 2nd year student in college. She left her grandfather, who chose to stay at the countryside, in order to get a degree in writing., for the very word, to her, laid side by side to the words daydreaming and fiction. Only to find out that the course-if there is such a course, isn't offered in the university she enrolled in. By the time she realized the cruel, cruel truth it was too late and she just spent the remainder of her money for rent and a month's worth food.
She was brave and stupid back then, but now she's just plain brave. She thought she could make do with a course in journalism instead. To her dismay, reality proved her wrong yet again. The course was a lot harder than she expected and different.
Her stomach started to growl in protest, reminding her that she hasn't eaten for days. She looked at the jar containing money standing on the table by her bed, tempted to use what's inside for a quick bite.
She sighed. The second semester is at bay and she still hasn't found a job. She already had the first 7% of her tuition fee covered but how would she pay for the remaining 93%, the rent, food, and fare? The very thought depressed her. She let out another sigh.
Looking back, she realized she longed to go back to the countryside, to a grandfather who loved her, and back to the place where she had the smallest of worries.
Sadly, going home isn't an option for her now. She can't bear the thought of wasting all the time she spent in the city and give up on, what she would often call her 'mission' to graduate.
The whole thing seemed to be like a matter of life and death. Oh wait, it is. If she doesn't do anything about it, soon, she will die either from hunger or unfathomable number of curses her grandfather is capable of throwing at her.
Lying here won't get me anywhere, she thought.
Desperate for fast cash and a meal as soon as possible, she got dressed and decided to spend the day looking for a job.
The girl in his dreams occupied his thoughts for the rest of the afternoon. He's in his office now, a name plate reading NATSUME HYUUGA, sitting on his table. He leaned back on his chair, giving himself a moment to slouch a bit since no one is looking. Barely enjoying his position for no more than a few seconds he heard the door open. Knowing who the intruder was, he placed a magazine on his head. The only person who wouldn't give him the leisure of being alone in his office and enter without being invited sat on his table and knocked his name plate.
"Oy, Natsu-chi", the intruder said this while removing the magazine from his face. "Oh hey porn!" the man teased as he fiddled with the pages.
Natsume opened his eyes and looked up at the man with spiky black hair and a star on his cheek. The nickname the man so lovingly gave him isn't as appealing as the man intended to be and miserably struck him as gay.
"Didn't I decently ask you to not come down here you?" he said, and snatched the magazine from him.
"Tsk, that's not the way to address your seniors. And I don't ever recall saying yes to your request."
"I'll only address you properly if you the same." He snapped
Grinning now, the man got off the table.
The move irked him. I'll get him for this the line echoed accompanied by complete anger and annoyance in his head.
"Dun dun dun! I'm not here to tease you though," dancing as he talked, "I, Tsubasa Andou, your boss" giving a huge emphasis on the word," am ordering you to come with me to a parteeehh tonight!" he said all this with a look of triumph
"I don't know if you're just as oblivious as hell or just plain evil." Natsume was glaring at him with all his might now. He particularly despised social events. He knows he has no other choice on the matter but cared enough to push for an argument. "Accompanying my boss to parties isn't exactly in my job description."
"And I don't care!" Tsubasa's hands are pointing to the sky now. "Meet me later at six." He then winked and left the office without another word, barely giving Natsume a chance to object.
That moron. To Natsume, the guy is anything but considerate.
No longer caring about the event that shall take place later, he slumped back to his seat and stared at the ceiling.
Tsubasa's Tucson was parked right outside the main entrance. He His hopes for escape vanishing at the very sight of the car.
"A friend of a friend of a friend asked me to come." Tsubasa said, trying to make small talk "Parties provide a really good chance of finding girls, you know."
Natsume didn't say a thing on the way. The fact that he's in a car with a guy annoyed him. Not to mention the fact that he was forced into going. He's not to keen on meeting girls either. He knew very well that he looks too damn good. Good enough to be able to pick up girls without even making the first move.
Relationships, to him, only start and end in bed-or in cars. He grew tired of that. Of playing. Girls are only objects to satisfy his needs after all. He learned long before that less talk meant no names, which is good. That way the chances of women finding him or nagging him stood slim. He has yet slept with a girl he really wanted. And now it looks like he'll be in one seeing as his boss dragged him into the pit anyway.
They soon arrived. They could hear the booming sounds coming from the speakers even before they enter.
The venue was full of people he hardly recognize. A crowd of men dressed in suits and women in cocktail dresses roamed around. Some had drinks in their hands, others danced. And before Natsume could turn around, Tsubasa disappeared.
Natsume scanned the room. Everyone in the room seemed to be preoccupied with something, all with the exception of a brunette in a white dress, holding a drink in a corner and looking down.
White dress
All at once he was reminded of the girl in the dream again. He then shook his head and went to the bar to get a drink. Seeing as that no one else is sitting at the counter, he proceeded. He has a good view of the girl in white, although he didn't really care much. The girl started moving to another direction and soon disappeared in the sea of people.
He shrugged. He signaled the bartender for a glass of vodka. He needed something to clear his head. From the looks of it, he still hasn't recovered from the dream. He scanned the crowed again, this time he could see Tsubasa talking to two girls with pink hair. Who in the world would dye their hair to such a color? he thought must be a wig.
It wasn't long til a woman approached him.
A woman with raven hair and violet eyes sat in front of a long table. She's having dinner from the looks of it. Beside her is a butler standing holding a pitcher.
No one's here again
Wearing her usual stoic face she finished everything in silence. She need not ask where her parents and her brother are, how they are doing, etc. She expected this and yet she still wanted to see the three empty chairs in front of her filled.
"Would you care for another helping, Hotaru?" said the butler.
Hotaru looked up and shook her head, annoyed at how the butler addressed her with such familiarity, but not enough to do anything about it. No, not even enough to reprimand the butler's appearance—the multiple piercings, long unkept blonde hair. He's been like that ever since he started working for her a few weeks back.
Someone cheery and fun should do you some good Suddenly remembering her brother's words.
Do you good my ass.
Assigning someone to her is just another way of him saying I'm too busy or whatever-bullshit-excuse-I-can-come-up-with-at-the-moment.
"You can hand me the papers now, Narumi." That was the first line she said all evening, making the butler happy and jumping all of a sudden, not(even if he wanted to do it so badly). The butler just smiled and disappeared.
He smiled as he excitedly run to Hotaru's study. No, running's definitely not allowed in the house but no one was looking and...he was happy.
She rarely spoke. All he gives her is the occasional nod, glare, and shake. Not that he has any right to do so, though. Hotaru speaking to him, even with such a formal tone is a good thing.
...
"Where are you going?"
Natsume heard the woman ask as he got out of bed and start putting on his clothes. Her voice presented the least bit of interest. As if she was asking for the sake of
asking.
She continued lying where he left her.
Naked, tired.
He didn't bother answering her and proceeded into putting his shoes on. He doesn't have to really.
There was a moment of silence between them; it wasn't long before he's fully clothed and ready to go. The woman proved to be really convenient.
They didn't care to exchange names and just left the party the moment she talked to him. No formalities, just sex.
With a nod, he stood up and left.
The woman's apartment conveniently rested near his friend's place, about a few steps away actually.
It looked like they've been at it for hours and it was late. He needed a place to crash. His place is about a two hour drive from the looks of it and he's not in the mood for
it.
Where to go sounded pretty obvious right about, now.
He buried his hands into his pockets and started walking.
A/N: *Update*
and...*drumrollplz* THAT'S THE END OF CHAPTER 1!
whew! I've updated this like four times now :))
and m a bit satisfied by it :D
'M starting to write chapter two too :)
R&R please :)
OLD A/N-BLAAARRRGGHHHH
This chapter isn't quite finished yet . Updated it twice now XD~~ if you happen to re-read it you might notice something different here and there :D
There isn't much development in it either :))
Might change the title too . *face palm for being so unoriginal
oh and (Mikan and natusme) they wont be doing anything steamy til later :D
reviews are very welcome,
dont be afraid to tell me if you spot a grammatical error anywhere, I am more than happy to err... correct them :)
-vjeury
