A/N: Hi I'm Midnight's Secret. Call me Em for short, Just to remind you... Once you're here, there's no backing out!! Just Kidding. :D
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How love made me crazy
Rich, egotistical and a prodigy, Natsume Hyuuga, find himself falling madly in love with Mikan Sakura, An autonomous girl whom he hired as his fashion designer, and another special job awaits her as well.
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"After making the infamous Hyu-nology flat screen TV, What will Natsume Hyuuga do now? Reporters say that Natsume Hyuuga may be planning to take over the world! It's up to you to decide which, As for President Arroyo of Philippines, She'll be resigning, and…" The TV has been talking non-stop since this morning.
"Take over the world, huh?" A smirk landed on Natsume Hyuuga's lips. "Maybe." He said, making Ruka chuckle. "You cocky bastard"
"What are your plans for tonight?" Ruka asked, as he made way to the kitchen where Natsume is brewing coffee.
"Well… I think I'll be free, But, I still need to hire a fashion designer for the company's fashion line." Natsume said, sipping his freshly brewed coffee from his mug.
"Oh! Hotaru has a friend who designs clothes, believe me Natsume" Ruka exclaimed, smiling. "Her clothes are fantastic!"
Natsume placed down his coffee and raised a brow. "The photographer's friend?" He asked as Ruka nodded. "Her name is Mikan, Mikan Sakura." Natsume bit his lower lip "Well tell her that I need a fashion designer, really bad." Natsume said as Ruka smiled.
"Alright"
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The telephone rang loudly.
"Hello?" Hotaru said as the voice on the other line chuckled. "Hotaru, I need to tell you something" Hotaru smiled. "Ah, Nogi, What do you want?" She said, curling the telephone wire.
"Mikan, I need her." Ruka said impatiently "I didn't know you were in love with that idiot." She laughed.
"No! It's not that. Natsume needs her, He needs a fashion designer." Ruka said, Making Hotaru smile.
"Hyuuga? He wants the idiot?" Hotaru raised her brow in confusion. "Yes, can you please tell Mikan that?" She can sense how irritated Ruka's voice sound like. "Oh, sure, no problem, but you do know that everything aren't free nowadays, right, Nogi?" She laughed playfully as she heard Ruka grumble. "Fine, bye" Ruka said as Hotaru whispered a "Sure, bye." on the phone as Ruka hung up.
"Mikan!" Hotaru called, placing the pone on it's cradle. "What is it?" Hotaru assured that Mikan was in her room, drawing. She always drew for no particular reason. Mikan always used to tell Hotaru that drawing clothes is her hobby and she plans to be a fashion designer someday, then Hotaru could take pictures of them. Hotaru used to tell her how foolish her plan was, but really. It kind of made her feel happy knowing that she's part of Mikan's future plans. They were really best friends, no, best friends forever.
"I'm here!" Mikan said, panting. She was holding her sketchbook.
"We need to talk."
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Natsume's office is coated with a bright color of tan; the chairs in the room are in the pure color of white. His desk is a rich color of mahogany; the shelves on the side of the room are in the color of auburn, while every carpet in the room is colored with beige. It gives off a nice aura to start the day with. But we're talking about Natsume Hyuuga here.
He never gets to work happy.
The huge door creaked open revealing a handsome blonde boy whom he called as Ruka which is the synonym of annoyance.
"Yo" He greeted as Natsume raised a brow. "When you're going to enter my office, remember to knock." He said pretending to clean his desk.
"It doesn't matter. I'm your best friend, after all." Ruka teased. "Anyway, I came to tell you about something."
"You told her already?" Natsume asked "Not exactly her, I told Hotaru to tell her" Ruka said as Natsume typed on his Laptop furiously.
"What's the matter, Natsume?" Ruka asked, making himself comfortable in a seat in front of Natsume's desk.
"That bastard told me to find a girl or else he'll make me marry that slut." Natsume grumbled as Ruka laughed noisily.
"Luna?! Luna Koizu-Ow!"
Natsume's paper holder found its way to Ruka's head.
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"No way! There's no way I'm going to work for that spoiled bastard who thinks the world revolves around him! No way!" Mikan said, crossing her arms on her chest. "Not in a million years."
Hotaru frowned. This would be a tiring day.
"Okay, fine. But, can I borrow your sketchbook then?" Hotaru let out a hand, hoping Mikan would put her sketchbook in it.
"…Why?" She asked tightening the grip on her sketchbook. "Come on, Mikan… Just give it a shot." Hotaru smiled.
"Okay" Mikan gave in and sighed. "Take good care of it." Before she knew it, Hotaru was gone.
Mikan had this feeling, not anger, not guilt.
But she felt happy, extremely happy, for no particular reason.
Why?
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A smirk was evident on Hotaru's lips.
"Good job." She congratulated herself as she headed to the street's nearest mailbox.
"Hotaru?" A masculine voice was heard as Hotaru turned around to look at the speaker. "Subaru?" Her voice cracked while he smiled at her. "Long time no see, sis." He said as Hotaru hid Mikan's sketchbook.
"How's life?" He asked, making Hotaru even more annoyed. "It's been treating me badly, especially when Mikan started to live with me." She hastily plopped the sketchbook into the mailbox without Subaru noticing it.
"Mikan? She lives with you now, what happened to Yuka Azumi?" He asked, noticing how Hotaru crunched up her eyebrows. "She went to Paris for some unknown reason, so don't even ask why." Hotaru locked her eyes with his. Those intense purple eyes that always seemed to be so cold. She broke their contact, signaling that she's going home. she smirked and turned around as she whispered something that made Subaru stiffen.
"Goodbye, my ever dearest brother whom I really love."
God, brothers are such a pain.
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A/N: This is my first fan fiction. haha, hope you liked it. please review too. im inserting the characters from the manga too. (i think XD)
Em.