Just A Thought
Natsume's POV
"Ne, Natsume?" Mikan asked me brightly, sitting beside me while I flipped through my manga. I was also chugging down some strange chocolate drink that she brought me to try. At first I thought the damn woman was trying to poison me, so I made her take a sip first. Don't get me wrong, I poured it out into the cap the bottle came with, so I wouldn't have to have a second hand kiss with her. That would just be disgusting.
"Hn." I replied, not really interested.
"Can you take off your pants?" She asked. I spat out the drink and looked at her, blinking.
"What?" I asked in disbelief, my poor manga now coated in the chocolate drink thing. Mikan just smiled at me innocently.
"Can you take off your pants?" She repeated. My mouth hung open. Yeah, I know, but it's not everyday when a stupid Polka-dot wearing girl asks you if you could take off your pants. I mean, how WAS I supposed to react? I'm not just some damn stripper, and I told her so. Her shoulders drooped, as if she was dissapointed.
". . . . . . . . Why the hell do you want me to take off my pants, anyways?" I muttered, returning back to my ruined manga.
"Because, I want to know what underwear YOU wear. . . And I just had that thought, remembering how you get to look at the underwear I wear. . ." She chirped, as if she was proud of herself. I looked over at her again and sighed.
". . . . . . If I do do this, would you never visit this tree again?" I asked her. I did find the tree first, after all. Finders keepers, losers weepers and all that. She nodded eagerly and I blinked. I sighed lightly and put my manga down.
"Alright, then." I mumbled. Mikan grinned in eagerness. I shook my head and pushed my pants down, not really thinking. Beside me, I heard her laughing.
"What the hell is so funny?" I asked her, but she kept laughing, pointing down at me. I looked down and paled, completely forgetting what I was wearing underneath. All my REGULAR underwear was dirty, so I was forced to wear the one my great-great-great Aunt gave me. Bloody. Stinking. CARE BEAR BOXERS.
". . . Shit." I cursed, pulling my pants up, but not before hearing shutters of a camera clicking.
"IMAI!" I roared, getting up and pulling pants all the way up, with Mikan still laughing, collapsing on the ground. I glared as I saw one of Imai's contraptions take off, carrying Imai with it. It seemed as if some swan thing, the wings of it gliding the machine.
"You are NOT selling those!" I yelled, but she just flipped me off and kept flying away.
OKAY! Let's all keep in mind, this just came to me suddenly, and was done in less than an hour, so the grammar might be bad, the spelling inacurate, and things like that. But, I would just like to see if you liked it or not. And I am so SORRY for being so slow in writing my chapters, but I had it down, in a folder on my other computer, but we had to change the computer, so now I have to wait until my dad's friend gives us back all the information on the previous computer. Not sure how long that will take, but I still have some of The Black Cat chapters, and some other fics I'm currently working on. So please be patient!