COMPLICATED LIFE
BY: melodicAngel016
OUATLINE: Mikan was engaged to the person she doesn't want to see again. Just how will things go for them? Is it really possible for her to fall in love with that guy?
CHAPTER 1
It's been a while now. I'm returning home from America to Japan, which is my hometown. I spent my spare time to go around and sight seeing and wandering around trying to forget my current situation.
It's because I'm loveless. And I hate myself for falling in love. I never actually thought that I could get hurt. And it hurts so much.
So I promised myself to enter an abbey and there I should become a nun. I'll pray for other's current situation so that they will not be like me.
Ruka Nogi was my friend, yes, only friend and to think that I have fallen for him. Well, not really. We dated but we didn't become an official couple. We only go out and date, nothing more. I was about to confess when he suddenly blurted out that he didn't actually liked me. And in fact, he liked someone else.
The thought killed me.
Big time.
That's why I have vowed to never fall in love again. My parents didn't even know my situation. I wanted to keep it a secret.
To tell you the truth, before I met Ruka, I wanted to go to a monastery and there I'll be secluded with peaceful atmosphere. My parents knew these. But my mind suddenly changed after meeting Ruka.
But I never thought that he'll be so straightforward.
I'm back again in fulfilling my plan.
Become a monk.
So I'm here, buying some time to forget all of those.
My school has announced that we would have two weeks for our semestral break. And for me, that's fine so I can forget what had happen to me.
I was also here for a reason.
I brought a book. It's Sherlock Holmes. I know that most of you know about it. But to those who don't, it's a story about the adventures of a great detective. I like mysteries. I wouldn't prefer corny love stories and I hate love stories ever since the revelation. Suspense is my kind of thing. Romance is just another thing. … Sometimes, I just couldn't understand myself towards the things happening to me. Ah, nuts!
I'm at California. The airport there was really huge compared to Japan. Well, I guess international planes would usually land there for the passengers. But who cares?
After I cleared my baggage at the detector thingy, I immediately got on the plane. My seat number was 343. I looked for it and as to my luck; it's just beside the windowpane. I'm not used to sit on other places but just beside that window. Thank God for this.
I went to that seat. But before I can take a step once more, a guy had bumped to me. Oh, brother, NO SORRY? My anger suddenly rises up again when he took my place-At the windowpane! Is this guy out of his head?
"Uh… excuse me…" I said. I was controlling my anger back there so I can't disturb the passengers. "I think you're at my seat, Mr…" I continued with my voice in a low tone, not so shattered. He has no response. "Excuse me, I think you're sitting at my sit!" I raise my tune up. I noticed that he turned to me. "Don't you have a number?" It was just then I realized that he had his earphones up, probably listening to music.
"WHAT?" He kind of irritatedly asked. But is it right that he's the one irritated? Oh please, like I'm not irritated. My head is smoking. But I tried to keep my cool. SHZEESH!
"You're at my spot! See, here's my number. It's 343!" I said, I even let him see it. I'm really annoyed, so completely devastated. – And mad.
"I know. I can see that." He just said that one and looked again at the window.
"Don't you have a number?" I asked. It seems that I can't take it anymore.
"342." He said as he let me see his number too, the way I did. But only thing is that he's not facing me. He's focus was at the outside view.
I grimaced. That's it… I went to his direction and kneeled at the seat of number 342. "Then, why are you there if you have 342? You should be the one sitting here!" I exclaimed.
He turned back again to me. His death glare freaks me out. Just who is this guy? Is he the owner of a flight company? "I know." He said. His glare was really like burning fire. Then I noticed that he has crimson orbs like a cat's. His hair was a messy one, and raven too. "But I think you don't know that you're voice is louder than my music in my iPod touch. Now, put a tape in you're wide-opened mouth, idiot.
"I'm NO IDIOT! You jerk!" I shouted at him… I just couldn't take it anymore. This guy is really driving me crazy! But as to his accent in English words, he's Japanese.
"Excuse me Ms." I heard a female voice right behind me. I turned around to see who it was. She was in uniform. It's obvious that she's one of the flight attendants. "You're voice is loud, please calm down and sit. You're disturbing the passengers. Look."
Uh oh, is that how loud my voice was? All eyes were at me. No. Almost. The raven-haired guy at my seat was busy listening to music. He didn't look at me. It's so weird. I thought my voice was 'piercing', but then, that's all he did.
I looked up at the attendant. "… But Ms., I've – " I was cut off. I wasn't even finished in what I'm trying to say.
"No buts Ms. Passenger! Just sit down there and were soon to leave." That's all what she said and there she goes. Leaving the poor me alone. Geez! What's up with the world? Can't they hear me say here? Can't they listen to my explanation once? Oh boy… I guess there's no use. I just fell my body to the sit number 342, which 'that boy' should be sitting at. I sighed down deeply. I hope I'll not get sick. When I'm not beside the window, I feel like I'm going insane – Like I'm going to faint real soon.
"Ba-ka." I heard the raven-haired guy said such things to me. As I suspected, he's also Japanese like me. I turned to him. He hit a nerve on my head. Why did he call me Idiot?
"WHAT did you say?" I irritatedly asked. I clenched my fist ready to knock him out. Don't he dare to speak absurd things in front of a Sakura. Does he know who I am? "I have a name so don't dare to call me baka, you idiot person!" I pointed him out with my index finger.
"Oh, so you do understand Japanese." He was sarcastic. "Nice to meet you, Miss baka."
"Excuse You! I have a name Mr.! don't you dare call me that!"
He smirked. But that was really cute of him, hey, I said what? "Like I care about knowing who you are. Now, bug off!" At first he took a quick glance at me and then he faced away from me again. "And for you're information, seat number doesn't matter when you have the plane ticket. Besides, plane ticket is the most important one when riding a plane, right?" he continued speaking as I am starting to be pissed off by this jerk. But is that all plane tickets that matter?
I sat up formally, with my arms and legs crossed. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Doesn't you're mother disciplined you when you're young? I should be the one who's sitting there because of my sit number and besides, I have other deep reasons…"
"Whatever. Get lost idiotic girl." He looked at me again. Cold ruby eyes struck mine. "I get dizzy when I'm not sitting near a window pane."
"Well, so do I." I feel my head burning, burning in so much anger. But I just controlled my anger in order to not disturb the people in my thunderous voice again.
This guy is hopeless.
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Then at last, after the sacrifices I made. I was at Japan. Thank goodness I controlled my vomiting inside the plane – towards many people that is. Every time I felt the sickness rush up, I always went to the comfort room to comfort myself. Thanks to that hunk I almost caught myself dead. Oh! I wish I'd never see him again! He's not a good guy, nor a gentle man.
If our ways will meet again, then next time I'll surely torture him and kill him no matter how handsome he is!
Wait, what?
CHAPTER ENDS HERE
