A Tale of Two Sisters
SUMMARY:
Miaka, who recently died, is now haunting her sister Mikan. She told her that she needs to find her a Mr. Right in less than a hundred days, or else she cannot rest peacefully. What happens when Mr. Right turns out to be the ex/widowed boyfriend of Miaka?
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
YEY. So, I'm back from retirement. I'm now a college kid so expect a laterrrr update. =)) Yes. I suck. I know, I'm sorry. Uhh. Check out my old fanfic if you get bored, or visit me on tumblr. YEY! I have one and I'm officially addicted to it. It's "noshizzsherlock" BTW. So, I created another story (besides this one) however it is quite suckish (as if this one wasn't.) because it 'somehow' has a resemblance to my first one but once I upload it, I hope you guys check it out. I swear, it's quite different. So this is my latest story after two years. I hope you like it. Enjoy!
PS: No proof reads were made so I'm sorry for the grammatical/spelling errors. You do it then! LOLJK. For comments/suggestions hit me (not on the face. 'kay corny.) a message/review/ask on tumblr
PROLOGUE:
Loud music, people partying, some are drinking, and some are even hitting on skanks. Of course, I had to be here because my so called 'friends' kept telling me that I had zero fun activities since I came home to Japan.
"Mikan, come on. Let's dance! Why do you have to be such a killjoy?" Sumire told me.
"No thanks Sumire. Can I go to Hotaru's place now? I mean, I did what you told me to do already. I am now in a bar, drinking whatever this is."
"Absolutely not Mikan! Hotaru wants to be alone with Ruka because they haven't spent much time with each other since you keep hogging Hotaru all to yourself. And yes, you might already be in a bar but you're still not having fun. And you're drinking orange juice for crying out loud!"
"Sumire, you know that this is not me. I want to go home."
"Alright, fine, you old maid, I give up. Just one more hour okay?"
"Thank you… but wait! That's what you told me awhil-"
I was suddenly stopped by two guys in front of us. I bet Sumire wasn't even listening to anything I said.
"Hey, my friend Natsume and I were right across the bar and we were wondering why you two beautiful ladies are all alone in this table. Do you want us to keep you company?"
Of course Sumire wouldn't agree to this. She's better than this. She's-
"Sure. Sure! Of course!"
Oh my word. I guess I predicted everything too early. Sumire looked like a little girl waiting for her candy bar at the grocery. My goodness, I cannot stand this. As I stood up, Sumire pulled my hand, signalling that I should stay.
"Hi, I'm Kokoro Yome and you are?"
"I'm Sumire Shouda, and this killjoy right here is my friend Mikan Sakura."
Damn you Sumire. I gave her a light punch as she told them that.
"Hi Mikan, mind if my friend Natsume Hyuuga join you as I take this beautiful lady for a dance."
I was freaking out. Of course, I don't want Sumire to be taken away from me. I barely know this place. Let alone, I barely know this person. But then, Sumire looked at me, she will definitely kill me if I mess up her chance to meet a hot guy. After all that was what she was blabbing about the whole time, or the whole year even, ever since she was devastated with that playboy she dated. (See, even when I was away. I was kind of updated.) When I looked at that Natsume guy, I noticed that he too is being forced to be here. He doesn't even look at me and from the looks of it he wasn't probably listening the whole time. I guess he might also be a victim of the 'wingman' tendency. I meant Wingman/Wingwoman tendency. (Just to be politically correct) I chuckled. Oops.
"So, I guess that's a yes then?"
I nodded. WHY MIKAN? WHY? Koko (he insisted I call him Koko) escorted Sumire to the dance floor, then that Natsume guy looked at me. Man. That was intense. Well, actually he wasn't looking. He was staring, if you put it that way. (Oh shut up. I know I'm attractive.)
He is now sitting beside me; we probably had the quietest corner in the whole bar. And if that was a contest, we probably had won the award and Sumire probably had thrown a tomato at me while I am receiving our award because I am 'not making my move to a very fine young lad'. (Yiish. Sometimes, I really don't understand where she gets her vocabulary.) Okay fine, she wins. I will now break this utterly boring silence.
"So Natsume isn't it? Hi I'm Mikan Sakura."
"You even sound like her."
"Uhh. Excuse me?"
END OF PROLOGUE
