This story was written two years ago up to chapter 4. Now that I'm back, I'm continuing this, edited a few and I've kept the writing style as it was before to remind myself how much I've progressed since then. Actually, I've forgotten the real plot. I do not own GA, including Twilight Edward Cullen's Volvo. Enjoy~
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WHAT?! No boyfriend, NO PARTY?!
Woes 01
By Sarah Patrick
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Natsume Hyuuga x Mikan Sakura x Yuu Tobita
Dedicated to crimsonfire3, adrinazailan90, BOOMx3 and Ruin Princess
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"Ruka gives me luck and profit,"—satisfied Hotaru
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The innocent crescent moon shone dully as cirrus clouds drifted lazily over it. Dreamy silver rays glinted upon the tranquil park where two people stood under a lit lamp post. The atmosphere as though breathed a forbidden love arousing the couple. The man took her delicate fingers and placed them firmly in his own. His hazel eyes stared vividly into the beautiful doe-eyes.
"Oh sweetheart, shall I compare thee to a summer's beauty," his alluring voice recited as the fine looking man stared at his beloved. He had memorized Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 by heart and dedicating the forever-lasting love poem to her. It was her favorite poem and he knew it well.
The auburn woman giggled bashfully and shied away from his gaze. She gasped and blushed at once when the man cupped her chin, gently forcing her to face him. Traces of silence and love were in the air. It was the moment they had longed for on that night, a kiss.
Slowly, he held her head closer to his and the unnecessary distance shortened by the seconds.
Their lips were only inches away, so she closed her eyes in reflex. He slanted his head a little as he drew nearer to her. It was barely centimeters away before the pale red met the glossy ones… millimeters… she sighed as her lips parted a little… and—
TAT!
TAT!
TAT!
The auburn woman's eyes darted open at once as her eyes scanned wildly at the dark room. Dawn was late but it should be since it was winter. She rasped her throat in annoyance. That stupid alarm clock had spoiled her 'beautiful' dreams.
She grunted and glowered at the clock which read 6:30 AM. She banged her fist on the clock and the alarm turned off with a squeak—she snoozed back to sleep…
"MUM!!" boomed a girl's voice and the single mother bolted upright.
"I'm awake, Mikan! I'm awake!" she shrieked alertly. She opened her eyes again, only to realize in chagrin that she was alone in the room. Her mind was playing tricks on her.
"Stupid conscience," she cursed groggily and maneuvered across the messy room towards the bathroom, grabbing her towel which dried overnight on the electric heater along the way with her eyes still shut tight.
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Sunlight washed faintly into the woman's room through the opening white laced curtained window as dust particles waltzed lazily under the shower of rays. Although countless clothes were scattered everywhere on the red-carpeted floor, the room showed that it belonged to a female with a sense of style.
Yuka Azumi combed her short glowing auburn hair and checked her reflection with a last glance on the mirror. She wore a purple stripped shirt with matching skirt, then a thick sweater on top after that. She dressed younger than her age but if any man were to lay their eyes on her, their first impression was a woman of early twenties: attractive, youthful and thriving curvaceous.
After a few spray of Dior perfume on her neck and her wrist, she walked out of the room, feeling ready for a new good day…
"MIKAN SAKURA!!" her voice bellowed angrily. A scowl was at her face.
Wow. What a way to start a day.
Yuka stormed across the dining hall towards the accused. She cursed under her breath. The almost 18 year old girl swiveled innocently as her two pigtails bounced in reaction.
"Morning mother," she greeted her with a sigh. Her mouth was stuffed with scramble eggs.
"No more two childish pigtails for heaven's sake!" growled the woman as she pulled the ribbon of the two pigtails. "Put on some lip gloss too! Take off that tiny studs and put these instead! It's hideous!! How many thousand times should I remind you, Mikan!? Get it through your head!" Yuka said in acidy as she forced the sharp comb through her daughter's auburn hair.
"Mum!" whined the latter but her mother gave her a warning hiss.
"You know, when I was your age, I got a lot of boyfriends… yeah, people called me playgirl but who cares anyway. I knew they were jealous. They can't love like I do… I was popular and beautiful," boasted Yuka for the umpteenth time and rolled her eyes on the scowling girl.
"I'm not like you," mumbled Mikan in a soft voice but her mother heard them and sent a hard blow on her head. The girl groaned in pain.
"I want you to have a boyfriend, Mikan!! Being single is not good!" growled Yuka in annoyance. "You are going to be eighteen soon, Mikan! As a mother, I don't want to see my daughter to be single forever. It saddens me. What if I die, before I could trust some unknown man of your choice to marry you, without knowing his true intention to be with you? Do you think that my soul would rest in peace?!" cried Yuka in misery. Mikan stood up at once.
"Okay mum…" replied Mikan cheerfully. Her mother gasped. She would never know that Mikan had finally listened to her. Glints of happiness sparkled in her doe-eyes. Mikan scowled at her.
"What I meant was I need to go to school now, mum," she said in a low voice, feeling irritated. Mikan planted a kiss on her cheek and sped off towards the door at once.
"COME BACK HERE AT ONCE!!" yelled her mother in rage but Mikan doesn't want to. She doesn't want to listen to her usual 'search-a-boyfriend-A.S.A.P-before-you-aged' lecture. She found it was a waste of time. There was no point to love a person in earnest when she couldn't get any benefit from that so-call-special-him but only betrayal and unhappiness at the end. That was her definition for romantic relationship to her.
She doesn't mind applying love into kinships and friendships. It was romantic relationships that she despised. She put on her shoes in haste and ran out of the door—
WHAM!!
Mikan groaned. Her head spun in agony.
"Are you alright, Mikan-chan?" whimpered a male voice. Mikan startled and looked up. At first, many faces swirled in her eyes and slowly her sight began to stabilize. A fine looking sandy haired boy stared worriedly at her with his stunning biscuit-colored eyes hidden beneath his round spectacles.
Too bad Mikan couldn't see that.
"Morning iinchou!" chirped Mikan at once, forgotten that she was hurt as she stood up right and dusted her brown school uniform skirt.
"Are you alright, Mikan-chan?" repeated the latter worriedly, "My head still hurts you know."
"Ow," Mikan rubbed her temple, remembered. She swore that she could feel the bruise bulging at the corner of her forehead. "I'm okay, Yuu-kun," but the boy didn't buy it. He stared at her worriedly as though she was the most fragile thing on Earth and she would break anytime in front of his devastated eyes. Mikan frowned.
"Don't worry," she added coolly.
The boy didn't take his eyes off her. He stared, fixated and secretly admiring her very presence in his life. Her silky long auburn hair hung loose over her shoulder with elegant locks laid innocently on her back and chest. Yuu loved how the sunlight made her hazel eyes looked dazzling with those long curly eyelashes fluttered as beautiful. Her lips were always juicy red and her curvaceous figure was clad with Gakuen Alice uniform. Mikan's fair smooth skin glowed under the shower of light. Yuu was captivated by her and a smile was on his lips.
"Yuu-chan, good morning…" greeted Yuka as she appeared at the threshold, causing his eyes darted at the woman. Yuu Tobita a.k.a iinchou greeted the two of them with his intelligent-like smile as he trusted his bag closer to him, holding back his temptation to hug Mikan off-guard.
"Morning, Mrs. Sakura, Mikan-chan," he greeted politely although he knew that it was a little late to greet the girl.
"Sorry for making you wait, Yuu-chan. Mikan is as stubborn as always," snapped Yuka as she folded her arms. Mikan's throat rasped.
"I am not," she retort in silent. Yuu merely smiled at Mikan. He had known Mikan since they were four and by the look on Yuka's face, he had a clue on what they were talking about.
"Alright, let's go Mikan-chan, goodbye Mrs. Sakura," bid the sandy haired boy.
"Make sure you help Mikan-chan to find a boyfriend, Yuu-kun!" replied the elder woman as she waved her hand at the two high scholars. Mikan scowl deepened and Yuu chuckled.
"Yeah, of course," shouted the latter, feeling slightly devastated. 'Am I not a boy in her eyes?' he wondered and shook the bad feeling off him immediately. He looked at the girl whom he loved so much, he was aware of his feelings towards the girl but to his disappointment, she was gravely lacking in the love department.
"Come, iinchou! Hota-chan would definitely kill us if we're late!" called Mikan, waving her hand. He hesitated for a moment as his glasses caught the sunlight. That smile that carved on her lovely face was really breathtaking. He gave her his brilliant smile in reply, and walked together with the auburn.
They walked down the road and finally met a corner. Turning to that corner, they rooted on their ground and gaping in horror. Onlooking, they just arrived on the wrong time, to witness a 'wrong' scene. Mikan and Yuu face burned in embarrassment, the color on their faces deepened.
There, beside the front gate of the Imai's bungalow, a short raven haired girl leaned against the red brick wall; caged in the arm of a certain blonde guy—kissing as though the world was going to end within two seconds or so—her arms wrapped behind the tall blonde nape, tiptoeing.
A twit from the little sparrow alerted the blonde and broke the kiss immediately. He blushed deeply, turning away from the gazing eyes.
"Sorry about that," he muttered to Mikan and Yuu, doesn't sound apologetic at all. As a matter of fact, a small smile threatened to tug on his lips. The raven haired girl stared expressionlessly at the boy and pushed him away lightly.
"You're late," she snapped at the auburn and the sandy. "Fifty rabbits please," she held her hand out as she rubbed her fingers, signing the thirst of the money. Mikan scoffed.
"What for?"
"Being late, and that's not free to watch you know," said the girl darkly. "Hand it over, quickly," she added impatiently. Mikan was about to fight back when Yuu cut her off.
"Just do it, or you'll get her Baka Gun again," he advised her. Pouting angrily, she handed her, the precious rabbits which she had saved so hard, struggling over many desirable temptations, just to buy her favorite-delicious-mouthwatering-luscious special casing with even buy-one-get-one-free price, the premium Hawalon…
Mikan merely sniffed in dejection. She was now eighty rabbits short on buying the two hundred rabbits Hawalon. She turned to look at the blonde and pointed an accuse finger at him.
"Your girlfriend is a meanie, Pyon Pyon," she pouted, almost in tears. "I'm leaving," she added and stormed away.
"Mikan!" called the two boys in unison, but the raven haired girl had held them back to let Mikan walked alone.
"She has to grow up," said the girl impassively. "Hawalon is not love."
"I know that Hotaru, but don't you think that asking money from Mikan is too much for her? She really did struggle hard to save money despite being a spendthrift you know," defended her boyfriend with a knowing look.
"Ruka," she grunted impatiently, staring at him vividly. Ruka Nogi scowled. He was not going to fall for those dazzling purple eyes that she presented to him.
"Hotaru," his voice crooned. His azure eyes stared dully at her.
"She hates boys"— emphasizing the word 'hate'—"well, except you and Yuu of course, and she thinks that Hawalon is her love life. He-llo? Can anyone see what I'm trying to say here? She needs to grow up," retorted Hotaru Imai. Ruka chuckled.
"Hotaru," he repeated again. She gave him a knowing look.
"Ho-ta-ru," he too gave her a shrewd look. Onlooking, he was in power, but truthfully, it was the other way round. Yuu shook his head in disbelief.
"Man these days can easily lose their pride over a woman," he muttered insignificantly. Ruka had fell for her small smile which she cast on her pretty face, ending up getting his lips brushing lightly against hers.
"Fine," he said in defeat. "You win then," he chuckled and the three of them walked toward the school.
"Oh Yuu," Hotaru piped up. The latter turned to look. "That would cost you another fifty rabbits," she informed him and held out her hand. Yuu glowered at Ruka as he handed Hotaru the money.
"Next time, if you want to kiss her or hug her, do it privately. We onlookers, I mean, happen-to-be and not-willing-to-be onlookers, can't afford to pay this all the time," his voice husked in annoyance. Ruka smiled at him apologetically.
"Sorry, can't help it," he admitted, a blush crept on his face.
"That's why I love you, Ruka," she said darkly. "You make me rich," Ruka scowled at her. She ignored him. "Money is priority number one, Ruka," she sighed. "Then my inventions," his scowl deepened. "Then my client," Ruka felt like attacking her now. "Then money again," Another word which doesn't involved him would end Hotaru in his arm, his lips specifically. "Studies," she added as she held out her Baka gun, knowing his reaction. "Then you," and her lips tugged to a corner, ogled knowingly. Yuu understood at once where the situation would take. Before he would become the 'happen-to-be and not-willing-to-be' onlooker, he ran away, leaving the couple behind…
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"See, I told you he makes me rich."—love-struck Hotaru
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TBC
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Review would be nice~
--sarah