Hello everyone :)

This is my first fanfic in a while, I forgot my email AND password for my other account. So, yeah.

(*Note – Time set is like , when Mikan & Natsume are in their twenties. Working & stuff ! )

Be nice, yeah? Inspiration from Ri-chan. Daisuki :D

I DON NOT OWN NOTHING , sadly.

Major OOC-ness, specially Hotaru. Hehee ~

This chapter is only an intro, which is why it's kinda short ;P

ENJOY !

Mikan Sakura pushed her was through the crowded old toy store, fed up with Christmas shopping, Christmas carols, Christmas in general, and toy stores in particular. Especially this toy store. For the worst one in town, it had an awful lot of people in it.

Probably on Christmas Eve, she thought, and stopped a harried looking teenager wearing an apron and a name tag, accidentally smacking him with her lone shopping bag as she caught his arm. '

"Oh. Sorry. Listen, I need a Major McGuffin."

The kid pulled his arm away. "You and everybody else, lady."

"Just tell me where they are," Mikan said, not caring she was being dissed by someone who probably couldn't drive yet. Anything to get a homicidal doll that spit toxic waste.

"When we had them, they were in the back, row four, to the right. But those things have been gone since before Thanksgiving." The kid shrugged. "You shoulda tried eBay."

"And I would've, if I hadn't just found out I needed it today," Mikan said with savage cheerfulness. "So row four, to the right? Thank you."

She threaded her way back through the crowd heading for the back of the store. Above her, Madonna cooed "Santa Baby," the ancient store speakers making the carol to sex and greed sound a little tinny. Whatever had happened to "Little Drummer Boy"?

The crowd thinned out as she got to the back of the store. Halfway down the last section of the fourth row, she found the dusty, splintered wood shelf marked with a card that said: Major McGuffin, the tought One Two. It was, ofcourse, empty.

"Damn," she said, and turned to look at the shelf next to it, hoping a careless stock boy might have-

Six feet two of broad-shouldered, dark-haired grave disappointment stood there, looking as startled as she was, and her treacherous heart lurched sideways at the sight.

"Uh, Merry Christmas ?" Natsume Hyuuga said, clearly wishing he were somewhere else.

Yes, this makes my evening.

"Mikan?"

"I don't talk to strangers," Mikan said over her shoulder, and tried to ignore her pounding heart to concentrate on the lack of MacGuffins in front of her. She'd been polite and well behaved with Natsume Hyuuga for three dates and he'd still dumped her, so the hell with him.

"Look I'm sorry I didn't call-"

"I really don't care." Mikan said, keeping her back to him. "In October, I cared. In November, I decided you were thoughtless, inconsiderate loser. And in December I forgot all about you."

Madonna sang, "Been an awful good girl," and Mikan thought, Like I had a choice. The least he could have done was seduce her before he abandoned her.

"It's not like I seduced and abandoned you," he said and when she turned around and glared at him, he added, "Okay wrong thing to say. I really am sorry I didn't call. Work got crazy-"

"You're a Chinese herb tea sales person." Mikan said. "How can that get craz-" She shook her head. "Never mind. You didn't like me. You didn't call, I don't care." She turned back to the shelf, concentrationg on not concentrating on Natsume.

"Okay, I'm the rat here-" Natsume said, with gravelly good humour in his voice that had made her weaken and agree to go out the fourth time he'd asked her out eventhough he was a lit professor, eventhough she'd known better.

The silence stretched on and he added, "It was rude and inconsiderate of me."

She though, So he has a nice voice, so he's sorry, big deal, and tried hard to ignore him, and then he said, "Come on. It's Christmas. Peace on earth. Goodwill to men. I'm a man."

You certainly are, her Id said.

We've been through this, she told her baser self. He's no good. We don't like him. He's bad for us.

"Okay, so you've forgotten I exist. That means we can start over." He came around her and stuck his hand out. "Hi. I'm Natsume Hyuuga and I-"

"No." Mikan said, annoyed with herself for wanting to take his hand. "We can't start over, you were a grave disappointment. Grave disappointments do not get do-overs."

She turned away and put her mind back on the McGuffin. Okay, this was the worse toy store in the city, so the inventory had to be lousy. If somebody had shoved a box to one side. . .

She dropped her shopping bag and began methodically take down the faded boxes of toys to the right of the empty McGuffin shelf. They were ancient but evidently not valuable Star Wars figures, a blast from her past. There was a little Han Solo in Natsume, she thought. Maybe that was why she'd fallen for him. It wasn't him at all it was George Lucas and that damn light saber. She put Natsume out of her thoughts and kept taking down boxes until she reached the last layer. None of them looked like McGuffins.

"Mikan, look, i-"

"Go away; I have problems."

"You have Star Wars problems?"

"No. I have Major McGuffin problems. If you know where to get one, I will talk to you. Otherwise, leave."

"I can't." Natsume smiled at her sheepishly. "I'm looking for a McGuffin, too."

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-Aiko