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The pulsing of blood pushed and pounded incessantly against his temples. The constant ache soon moved to the center between his eyes, robbing him his focus and causing him to become even more irritable by the minute. He just couldn't focus at all on the book before him, the letters becoming blurred before his eyes from the pain and fatigue he couldn't ignore nor suppress. Why? Why am I forced to work so hard? Even though I'll get to leave this place tomorrow, I'll still be in his grasp, forced to follow his every order. Is this all that matters to him? Just one more day. I can last one more day. He massaged his temples with his long, pale fingers, and then ran them roughly through his long, spiky, thick black hair, as if he was giving his head a massage. His red eyes closed when he inhaled a deep breath and he interlocked his hands behind his head, leaning back on the chair to stretch his tense back and shoulders. Soon Natsume Hyuuga was fast asleep, finally letting his thoughts wander and release the tension he had been holding for the past week. After all, tomorrow is the first day at his new school and there is nothing to do now but wait for the day to come.
The morning sun peeked over the mountain tops as the dense, foggy mist was dissipating. The chill in the air only enhanced the freshness of the morning and the crisp cleanliness of the air. The sky brightens ever so slowly as people get out of their beds and get dressed, preparing for their activities for the day. Street venders park their carts and open shop, as do market shops that line the street, opening their doors and welcoming the new business of the day. All while this is happening, a small girl, despite being 16 in age, remains sleeping in her bed, snuggled under her covers to keep the morning chill from reaching her body.
"Mikan dear, it's time to get up! You don't want to be late for your first day of school!" yelled a female voice from down stairs, muffled by the closed bedroom door and walls.
The sleeping girl gave a little grunt as her reply and snuggled deeper into her bed.
Light footsteps could be heard climbing the stairs and heading towards the sleeping girl's room. A petite woman, about 5'3" in height opens the door and automatically puts her hands on the sides of her hips, showing her displeasure at the situation. She shakes her head, making her braided brown hair sway at her back, but even through her show of displeasure, she couldn't help but smile lovingly at her daughter. She looks so sweet and relaxed in her bed, and a bit silly looking wearing her bunny printed pajamas.
"Mikan, you get up this minute. It's already 7 o'clock and you haven't even changed or eaten breakfast. You better get up in the next five seconds or I'm going to eat your breakfast for you. And to think I got up at 5 a.m. just to prepare this delicious meal for my precious family and the gratitude you show me is to just lie in bed, drooling away on your pillow. I slaved away in the kitchen over the intense heat of the stove, putting my self in constant danger being around hot boiling soup and sharp pointy knives. My hands became raw washing the rice and peeling all those raw vegetables." Her playful litany of distress in the kitchen continued on, not having any effect on Mikan. Mikan knew her mother was just playing with her, trying to make her feel guilty for continuing to lie in bed. She can be so dramatic sometimes, but that's what makes her so fun and lively.
Yeah mom, I love you too. No need to feed me all that drama. I'll just stay here for 5 more minutes; after all, it's only…
"Oh My God! It's 7 o'clock already! Mom why didn't you wake me earlier?! I'm going to be late for the first day of school now!" Mikan jumped out of bed and hurriedly ran to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Her mother followed her into the bathroom, a frown on her face. As Mikan was brushing her teeth frantically, foamy white paste dripping down her chin, her mother reached around Mikan and pinched both sides of her cheeks, pulling and stretching them to their limit.
"You know full and well that I have been trying to wake you up this morning, and every morning for the past 16 years of your life. Honestly dear, you have to learn how to wake yourself up, especially on time."
"Mom! I can't brush my teeth this way and you're making me get tooth paste everywhere. I get it, I get it. I have to be more mature and blah blah blah. Go ahead and head back down stairs, I'll be there in minute." Her mother finally released her cheeks and turned to leave, but before she left she gave her daughter a pout and sad puppy dog eyes. Mikan rolled her eyes up at the immaturity of her mother, but grinned anyway and turned to give her mom a big smooch on the cheek, tooth paste and all. Her mom really knew how to lay on the act.
"Really dear," was all her mother could say, laughing at her daughter and wiping the white goop off her face.
"Just for that, your father and I are going to eat your portion of the breakfast," and she hurried happily back down stairs, all the while Mikan was shouting for her to not touch her breakfast.
"Don't touch it! Don't touch it! I'll be right down! Oh CRAP! It's 7: 30 already? I'm gonna be LATE! WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP EARLIER MOM?!" Clothes flew about and things were thrown hastily into a school bag. Laughter and loud chatter could be heard downstairs as Mikan joined her family for breakfast.
It certainly was a lively morning here in the Sakura household.
I can't believe I made it, was all Mikan could think about as she breathed a huge sigh of relief and plopped down onto her chair. Thank god I live only a couple of blocks from school or I would have been screwed. And look, I'm all sweaty too. Did I put on deodorant? Geez, what a great day to start your first day of high school right? Mikan was fanning herself with her notebook as a shadow suddenly loomed before her. She turned around and found her best friend, Hotaru, grinning at her.
Tall and slender, Hotaru towered over most girls in class with her 5'8" frame. She has short black hair, cut into a delicate pixie style, luminous skin that no freckles over it. She is so beautiful with her large purple eyes, being part Japanese and part European that she can easily become a model. Mikan couldn't help but envy her friend for her height and perfect skin.
However it's not like Mikan isn't pretty herself. She is short in height, only an inch above her mother, is slender and toned at the same time from all the sports clubs she has joined in the past. Thankfully Mikan doesn't tan as easily as most girls would if they were out in the sun long, and so her skin remains a nice peachy color, but turns a bright pink when she is extremely embarrassed. Her eyes are a light brown color and she always has her hair in pig tails. No one knows why she never puts her hair down and no one bothers to ask simply because she always manages to skirt away from the question. No matter though, everyone thinks Mikan is a sweet girl, outgoing and protective of others, and she always has that cheery smile of hers to make others feel good. Although Mikan is not aware of it, many other girls around her envy her for her beauty and compassion.
"Mikan, did you wake up late again today? You ran all the way here didn't you? Look at you, you're all sweaty and flushed." said Hotaru.
"I didn't wake up late! I, well, I…was helping this old grandma cross the street and it took her forever to cross. Then I passed by some kids who were looking for their lost kitten and by the time we all found her it was a quarter till 8 a.m. You'd never believe where we found her Hotaru, the kitten that is. She was hiding in a laundry basket full of um… clothes! Ha ha…ha. You don't believe me do you?" replied Mikan, blushing the whole time she was fibbing.
"Honestly Mikan, how long have we been best friends? Since kindergarten right? I don't know why you bother making up these stories when you know that I won't believe you. But I have to say, it is fun listening to what fib you'll make up next," laughed Hotaru.
"Alright I did wake up late this morning and yeah my mom did try to wake me but I wasn't listening. You know how I like to sleep in Hotaru. It's just hard waking up so early in the morning after spending weeks sleeping in everyday." Mikan sighed and rested her chin on her palm, looking like she might even consider sleeping then and there at that moment, but the homeroom teacher suddenly entered the class and everyone went to their seats.
"Good morning class. I am Narumi and I am teaching first year class 2, which I hope are you guys and gals. I'm assuming that most of you know one another because you all came from the same middle school correct?" With this asked the majority of the class nodded their heads and there were some faint murmurs in the back room of students reminiscing their past.
"Well today we have a new transfer student from Otori High in the Kansai district of Japan. You may come in and introduce yourself now Mr. Hyuuga." The door to the classroom slid open and a tall male, with thick black hair walked in. He was in his black uniform without the standard tie. His uniform didn't hide the lean, muscular build of his body. He had dark red eyes and a smooth, pale complexion.
Natsume just stood there, staring, no almost glaring at the class. The teacher nudged his shoulder, and Natsume turned to give him a burning glare.
Narumi-sensei jumped.
"Ha…ha…well if..you don't..wish to…that's fine!" Narumi sensei said shakily.
Natsume sighed, but gave in.
"I'm Natsume. Don't bother me." And that was all he said to the class.
His voice was deep with, a touch of annoyance and anger, and it had nearly every girl in class squealing with excitement and pleasure. You could hear the whispered words or "handsome" and "hot" working its way across the room as Natsume just stood there with a scowl on his face.
"Okay Hyuuga, why don't you sit next to, lets see, Miss Sakura in the back row to her left?" Mr. Narumi gestured towards Mikan after reading from the seating chart and Natsume nodded his reply and headed towards Mikan, scowl still in place. Mikan looked at him closely and noticed that despite his scowl, his eyes looked empty.
Hmmm, I wonder what kind of person this Natsume Hyuuga is. He doesn't seem so cheerful, obviously. The thought was pushed aside as class announcements began and school officially started for the day.
Next chapter will be up soon. This was one of those school creative writings I did long ago. Enjoy for now.