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Mikan Sakura, a new model that had recently joined the famous magazine company, Motionless. Modeling for only a mere two months and she has already claimed the title of the magazine's cover page. Natsume Hyuuga, an experienced model who found Mikan an irresistible target of torturous teasing. And you know the rest~ :) Review!
Motionless Inc.
Chapter one
"Now, turn this way" Arata, the photographer instructed with a gesture of his hand. Mikan happily complied and smiled seductively at the camera. With each passing day, she was getting better and better at giving each picture she took more emotions, rather than just a simple smile.
"Okay, you're done for today. Thanks Ms. Sakura." Arata announced. Mikan hopped down from her seat in front of the camera and smiled brilliantly.
"No problem Arata. I'll be in my dressing room. Come find me if you need me!" Mikan stated to everyone as she left the room.
As her hand felt the elegant curve of the gold doorknob, she felt a pair of eyes boring into her and froze. She took a deep breath and turned around and put on her best poker face. She already knew who it was.
"What do you want?"
Natsume raised an eyebrow.
"Did I say I wanted anything?" He smirked, "Or are you just admitting that you asked me that question in order grab my attention?" Mikan blushed.
"There's no point in wanting your attention. It'll probably be distracted in a mere two seconds Mr. I-have-the-attention-span-of-a-goldfish." She defended. Natsume rolled his eyes arrogantly and advanced towards her, pressing his right hand onto the wall behind her. His body pressed up against hers and his lips whispered words into her ears.
The façade dropped and Mikan lowered her eyes to the floor, her forehead resting on his shoulder blade and quivered.
It was the same routine everyday. Well, almost everyday. She would be done with her shoots, walk over to the dressing room and there Natsume would be, waiting for her. Then he would advance on her just like he did this time and whisper completely random things into her ears and place a lingering soft kiss on her neck.
"Don't be late for work tomorrow" was all he said before placing that kiss on her neck and leaving without another sound. Mikan slid to the ground, panting and aching.
She wanted to just grab him and kiss him right then and there. She forced herself to calm her racing heart and attempted to remove the heavy blush that had formed on her face with cold water from a nearby fountain. And then of course it completely ruined the makeup that she used for the photo shoots and had to quickly rush back to her dressing room for a towel. Same old Mikan.
Though they were not an item, they had a somewhat close relationship. Fighting and flirting while on their shoots together and their intimate meetings almost everyday made the whole crew working there jealous.
But even with a close relationship, Natsume still went out every night with a different girl. Can you imagine that though? Having to memorize EVERY girl's name that he's dated? Mikan as always, are oblivious to all the men that drool just by the sound of her name or her mere picture. She still denies the fact that she herself is practically in love with Natsume as well and brushes it off, making up a new excuse every time to why she was so nervous around him.
As Natsume rounded a corner he chuckled quietly to himself. He loved the way her cheeks become absolutely beet red and how flustered she had gotten and the fact that she STILL denies the fact she isn't in love with him. No girl he had ever met would deny the fact that she liked him when she DID. He chuckled once more at the weird thought. At that moment, his sidekick rang, interrupting his thoughts of our beautiful brunette.
"Hey Natsume-kun! Are we still up for that date at that Italian restaurant tonight?" a chirpy voice came on. He sighed inwardly.
"Yeah, of course. I'll meet you there at 7." And shut the phone. Though he would rather spend a night with Mikan but he had reputation to keep up didn't he? He was of course, probably Japan's greatest player at the moment. Having dated at least a hundred girls, he wasn't going to let anyone think he was getting soft. He was a player and players play with girls. They don't have steady relationships. Well, there was ONE exception…
"Ruka!" Hotaru called out from outside the building of Motionless. Ruka turned his head toward the voice that called him and immediately smiled. He darted over swiftly and pulled her into an embrace. Hotaru shivered into his chest. It was barely 40 degrees Fahrenheit out here.
"Was this how you treated you past girlfriends? Making them wait for you for 20 minutes in the cold?" she asked dryly. Ruka sweatdropped.
"No, of course not, I was just-" Ruka was cut short.
"This wasn't how you treated your other girlfriends? Then why me?!"
Ruka stammered. Whoops, shouldn't have said anything…
"I'm sorry, why don't we just go in first? I still have a few papers to pick up. Besides, you know you could've just come inside instead of standing in the cold." He reasoned with her. Hotaru felt extremely DUMB at the moment.
"I didn't think you'd be long…" she murmured. Augh, even the most stoic people in the world can be defeated by the nervousness of a first love. Ruka Nogi, best friend of Natsume Hyuuga. He himself was a player as well just last year. Having to have met Hotaru, he was instantly infatuated and quickly brushed away any thoughts of being with another girl. After a few months of chasing after her, Hotaru realized that she would never be able to get rid of him and decided to be his girlfriend after all. Well, that's what she said, but we all know it was because she fell in love with him as well. (wink, no duh, Ruka's adorable~ :D)
As they entered the building, our hyper brunette bounded towards them.
"AHHHH!!!! IT'S HOTARU!!!" she screamed, running towards her and top speed and everyone whipped their heads around to the loud interruption. What made the scene even bigger was that Hotaru pulled out her infamous baka gun and shot her smack in the fore head.
"Itai…" Mikan sat on the ground, whimpering. Natsume came out of no where and pulled her up by her arm from the cold floor.
"I guess idiots will always be idiots." He murmured, low enough so only she could hear. Mikan huffed and turned her head away from him. Her blush was returning as she could still feel the searing hot touch Natsume had on her skin.
Natsume took no notice in her flustered aura and sauntered over to Ruka, bumping knuckles as they greeted each other.
"How are you and the ice queen doing?"
Ruka rolled his eyes at the nickname.
"We're doing great. Though, I should be asking you the same question. How are things with Mikan?" Ruka questioned back, earning an extremely faint blush from Natsume.
"We're fine as well. She's so stubborn. Do you know that she still won't admit she's in love with me?" Natsume answered arrogantly, running a hand through his hair. Ruka raised an eyebrow.
"Just like the fact that you won't admit you love her?"
Natsume was dumbfounded. What? Was he in love with her? A strong attraction maybe but, was it really love? Natsume rolled his eyes, it didn't matter at the moment, no one was going to claim her yet, especially when it was already known to everyone one that she was reserved for Natsume only.
He only spoke a little too soon…
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Natsume's photo shoot had started late and he was already rushing towards Mikan's dressing room. For the past two weeks, he hadn't missed her once, not including the weekends. As he was about to round the corner to her room, voices could be heard in the hallway.
"No, get away from me, I don't even know you!" This was unmistakably Mikan's voice.
"Oh come on now, I know that you want it as well" An unknown voice answered her. Natsume felt the fire of rage burn inside him and turned the corner. Mikan was pressed against the wall with a silver haired man, probably no more than 21, hanging over her. His hand on her waist as Mikan tried pushing him away by his chest. Natsume glided over, coolly removed his hand and roughly pushed him away.
The silver haired staggered back.
"Can't you take a hint?" His asked maliciously.
"Tch…" silver haired scoffed, got up and left, muttering a stream of curses as he stalked off.
"Hey, I can take care of myself!" Mikan protested. Natsume gave her a look.
"Oh, really? And just what were you planning on doing to defend yourself?"
"I-I was going to…there was no reason to…." Mikan stammered out, trailing off. Natsume would've smirked if he hadn't been so angry in the first place.
"Just what were you planning on doing to defend yourself?" he repeated, caging her, the same way that Mr. Silver haired had. Mikan huffed angrily and pushed him away with much force. Natsume was only pressed away one step and he quickly returned to the same position he was just in.
"You couldn't have done anything."
Mikan glowered at him.
"Oh yeah? I have a voice you know. I can scream at the top of my lungs and I won't hesitate if you don't get off me right now!"
Natsume sighed and straightened up, just to remember that he hadn't kissed her yet. He quickly leaned back down and kissed on the neck. Mikan gasped softly as she felt the soft lips on her skin. If felt so nice, cool and plush, against her hot skin. His lips lingered there for a few moments and Natsume roughly pulled himself away.
"Be careful next time." And he left, just like that.
Natsume blew out a ragged breath as he leaned against a wall in an empty corridor, far from Mikan's room. The longer he had his lips on her hot skin, the more he wanted to run his tongue along her supple flesh, and let it trail upwards till it reached her red lips.
He wanted her so bad, but he knew the only reason he hadn't was because he knew how Mikan would feel. He wanted her to like it if he kissed her, not make her completely disgusted. He wanted her arms to wrap around his neck and run her own hands through his hair instead of pushing him away.
In other words, he was afraid of rejection.
Shocking isn't it? The Natsume Hyuuga was afraid of getting rejected! (LMAO XD)
Natsume's cell phone rang, drawing his attention away from his thoughts.
"Natsume, could you come down to studio 342 really quick? There's someone I want you and Mikan to meet." Arata said.
"Sure, I'll be there soon."
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"Mikan, Natsume, I would like you to meet the newest member of the teen modeling section." Arata announced.
From behind the screen, out stepped a tall figure, amazingly gorgeous violet eyes, and the hair of powdered snow. Mikan gasped and took a step back while Natsume unconsciously took a small step in front of Mikan, as if shielding her from him.
It was going to be a long summer. For all the models.
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