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This is slightly crack, but either way, I bet you'd be able to solve these equations in no time. Quite easy, if you ask me. But be sure you get the correct justifications.
SIMPLIFIED EXPRESSION
- You're the solute to my solvent. Together, we form one good solution.
Chapter One | WORKING OUT OUR CHEMISTRY
A certain brunette was walking along the dormitory hallways in the middle of the night.
She was cradling big books in her small arms. Addition to that, a big black sling bag also hung in her shoulders. After she reached a certain room number, she knocked on the door thrice before someone answered her.
"Nat-su-me, care to help me out here?" she pleaded. Her expression showed great difficulty in carrying the loads she got.
"No," the fire-caster monotonously replied before walking away, opening the door wide enough for her to enter.
"Ba-ka!"
Hours ago, after their dismissal, both Mikan and Natsume were called to the Faculty Department by Jinno. Knowing Jinno, Mikan already knew this was because she probably failed the last test in Math, a subject which is equivalent to four units. But she couldn't help it. Math was just too difficult and too boring for her to actually understand. However, what troubled her was the fact that Natsume was called too, aka a genius. It was quite impossible to believe he failed the exam.
When she reached the office, she was shocked Natsume was actually there, standing in front of Jinno himself. Well, commonly when he's called, Natsume wouldn't come –especially if what called him was a teacher, Jinno at that. Let's just say Natsume has quite the knack to piss off teachers, taking it with him as a habit. Or, probably, he just doesn't want to involve himself with certain petty things like these. But now –unbelievable, Mikan thought.
"I assume you already know why I called you here, Sakura."
"H-hai," she nervously answered.
"And I called you here, Hyuuga, to tutor her. Punish her, if she won't listen. By all means, I don't care," the teacher with a pet frog commanded the lad, immediately going straight to the point. Heartless, Mikan thought.
"I don't want to," Natsume flatly answered, defying yet again his teacher.
"You are her partner. Besides, I also heard Sakura failed the Science exams, to a total of an eight unit failure."
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"Seriously, how stupid could you get? Failing two four unit subjects?"
"Jerk! You know you could always refuse Jinno-sensei if you're totally against this! I could ask Yuu, or Hotaru, or probably Ruka-pyon for help-"
Just then, SPLAT! A book came zooming in her face.
"Whatever, little girl! Let's just start with Chem, shall we. You're already wasting my time. I'm punishing you every time you get an answer wrong."
After he said this, Natsume proceeded to his desk. He sat in a chair and folded his arms, waiting for the brunette to actually stand up and move. His face was still monotonous, showing no hint of any emotion –positive or not. It was just plain neutral.
Meanwhile, certain curses were already dancing in Mikan's head. Certain curses like what a jerk Natsume really is, or what a baka he is. But for the sake of her grades, she let all of these things slip before getting the Chemistry book he mercilessly threw at her face. She stood up before heading towards his direction, the book already in her hands.
She placed it on top of the table before plopping herself on one of the chairs. She moved a good inch near him, thinking it would be easier to communicate that way. No other intentions in mind but finishing this tutorial. In no time soon, though out of his nature and liking, Natsume started teaching the brunette some Chemistry.
Once in a while, Mikan would interrupt Natsume's explanation out of sheer fun. Or it could be because she couldn't follow him already that she needed a good excuse to interrupt him. Either way, it was pissing Natsume off –in a way.
"You're kidding, right?"
"No."
"You expect me to understand the whole concept of the book?"
"Yes."
In certain cases like those, the raven would just answer her with a single word, hoping she'd stop annoying him and actually start analyzing the situations he is giving her. But, there are particular instances when she just wouldn't stop.
"Just how badly do you want me to punish you?" He lit up a fireball in his hands.
"Eek! I'm sorry! Ah, how about we go to the different types of Chemical reactions?" she suggested before grabbing the book out of his hold. She uneasily flipped through the pages, trying to find the topic on one of it.
"Ah, here!" she exclaimed before giving the book back.
"Ba-ka! This is just an easy topic. Even a kinder could answer this!"
"My point exactly," she replied with a grin, so certain she would get all of his questions right and, thus, stopping him from teasing her further.
"You asked for it, ba-ka! Then, what product is formed after a synthesis reaction between an unknown metal M and the nonmetal Nitrogen?" Natsume asked.
"Salt," she answered, a satisfied grin etched in her face. She was too sure she got the correct answer. After all, a synthesis reaction between metal and nonmetal yields salt –more or less a crystalline substance. But Natsume's expression showed otherwise. Her answer was wrong.
"You still don't get it, do you?" This time, his voice was serious –as if pained or something. Well, at least that's what Mikan thought.
"Get what?" she innocently asked. He didn't reply.
"Tch. What's the use of asking you a simple question when you still won't get it?"
"Mou, you're harsh! One time, you're this serious. The next, you become a jerk. Are you bipolar or something?"
"Do you want me to burn your hair?"
"No! Fine, then, what do you want to teach me?"
"Nuclear reactions," he answered.
"Are you addicted to bombings?"
"A radioactive Iodine-131 has a half-life of eight days. Start, if you, with 458, 000 g and placed it under Uranium heat, how many will remain after a year?" It was obvious Natsume ignored her.
"Wait! I didn't tell you to start yet! Besides, your grammar suddenly… sucks," Mikan complained.
"Did I ask for your signal in the first place? And, quit complaining baka!"
"I-it's 6.5 times ten to the negative nine. Well, according to my scientific calculator, that is." Her reply came. This time, she was sure of the answer her scientific calculator gave her. No way would she be wrong this time. She checked it, for like, three times.
"Baka! You're even denser than gold. The answer would still be 458, 000 g."
"Huh?"
"You know what? There's no point in this. You're done for today." With that, Natsume told Mikan to get her things before pushing her outside. The moment he banged the door close, Mikan leaned in his door before looking outside, past the glass windows of the quiet hallways.
"When will you stop with the equations, Natsume, and just simplify it yourself?" She sighed before walking back to her room.
Chapter One ends | TO BE CONTINUED
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What could Natsume and Mikan both possibly mean? Find out in the next chapters.