Chapter 1

THIS IS A NOT A NEW CHAPTER! (FOR THOSE WHO HAVE ALREADY READ AND IS STILL FOLLOWING THIS STORY)

I'm just doing re-chaptering as I have noticed how unnecessary my many chapters were since most of it were too short. So, I'm simply just combining chapters together with no changes to the dialogues, plot and narration.

Anway, read and have fun!

"I am a businessman. A successful business man, I may say. It has always been in our family's blood. It was not only success that runs through my veins, beauty runs through it too. I have everything. From riches to women, I can find them anywhere. People call me "the perfect man". I call myself…NATSUME HYUUGA."

"This person is quite famous, don't you think Hotaru?" a brunette girl said as she was holding a magazine in her hand.

"He's everywhere. From mags to newspapers to television." She continued.

"I suggest that you stop talking to yourself and eat that food in front of you." Her best friend said.

"Okay. Okay." She said.

"Hotaru is still the same, ever since we've lived together when we were in college and ever since childhood." She thought, pouting.

Imai Hotaru and Sakura Mikan went to college together. They were best friends since they were little and together too, they left their province. They went to the big city to study.

"If you won't hurry up, I'll leave you. I don't want to be late for work." Hotaru said coldly.

Mikan quickly ate the food and readied herself up for she knows her best friend meant what she said.

Ever since they've graduated, they have gotten good jobs for they weren't so bad workers at all. Hotaru works as a researcher in a famous technology company while Mikan is a secretary of the Yumiko Company.

Mkan's POV

My day was the same as usual. Picking up calls, writing up schedules, brewing coffee for Mr. Yumiko (my boss) and getting scolded for having the coffee too strong. That is so normal for me everyday.

"MIKAN!"

"Yes, sir?"

"What is this?" throwing the cup of coffee to the floor.

"I'm so sorry sir." I said. "WAAAH! I have another mess to clean up." I thought.

I left his office as soon as I can but today was much better. He did not spill the cup of coffee on me. I really dislike him. Always getting on my nerves, if only he wasn't my boss and I don't need the money, I would have left my job. Thank God, for his brother, Mr. Arata Yumiko, a total opposite of his elder brother, he can make my day better.

Arata would usually smile at me as he would enter his brother's lair, knowing that his brother had a bad day and threw it all to me. He isn't demanding as his brother and uses the words: please and thank you, which his brother never learned.

The clock chimed. Time to go home. I quickly packed my things before my boss could give me a task that needs to be finished quickly.

End of POV

He looked at the time, past 9 and there he was, still working. He didn't feel hungry or tired. He's used to it anyway.

After seeing all the work and felt quite satisfied, he left. He went home and turned the lights on. He threw his coat on the sofa and checked his telephone for any messages. The messages were nothing important until a familiar voice spoke, "Hi, Natsume. It has been a long time. I am coming home tomorrow, umm…about 10 am. Well, I just called to inform you. See you." .

"Well, I guess my best friend's coming home." He said, finishing the soda in his hand.

He washed himself and dropped himself to bed.

It has been a long day and a busy man always deserves a rest.

RING! RING!

"What the…" He smashed the alarm clock.

He felt like he just slept for 1 hour and there goes the stupid alarm clock. Too bad, its end has come.

"What time is it?" a sleepy head woke up.

Then suddenly,

1…

2…

3…

"WHAT!?"

"I'm gonna be late. I'm gonna be late…" she kept repeating this line and as she thought, Hotaru already left her.

She took a quick breakfast… correction, a super quick breakfast and ran for work and as I mean ran, I meant it literally.

She arrived late but it was okay since her boss wasn't in yet.

She sighed, "Thank God." She sat smiling even though she was late for work she had a feeling that today was going to be a good day.

She was right. Today was really a good day. Her boss didn't come for work so there was no scolding, throwing and cleaning up to do. Yipee! How happy she was.

Today too, she was able to chat happily with her officemates and friends during breaks. She was also able to eat properly with no need to hurry. What a day!

It was already 6 pm and that signaled that it is time to go home. She packed her things with no haste and she was even able to hum a tune.

On the way home, since it was such a good day, she decided to stop at a pastry shop and bring home some dessert.

"Hi!" she greeted.

"Mikan. Strawberry cake?"

"As usual." She said happily.

"You seem to be in a quite good mood." The pastry man said, smiling.

"Yep! Today was a very good day that I haven't experienced…"

A man cut her talk.

"Strawberry cake." He simply said. Then he gave Mikan a glance then smirked.

"Wha…" Mikan can only say. Her mouth opened.

"Is there a problem?" he asked and this time he was looking her in the eye.

She can't help notice his eyes. They were crimson, very rare and beautiful. She just looked at his eyes in awe. Mikan can't also help but noticed his tone, a very confident and proud tone. She was about to say something when the pastry man handed her, her strawberry cake. She was about to take it but the man quickly took it.

"Excuse me," she finally said, getting her composure. "but that cake is mine."

He stopped for a while then said, "Do you know who I am?" he asked her, again with the very confident and proud tone.

Mikan just looked at him curiously thinking, "he looks quite familiar" but eventually she said, "No sir. But I think you are very rude." With that Mikan took the cake from his hand and left.

He can't believe what he heard. This woman here said, he was rude.

Mikan was waiting outside the pastry shop for a taxi, maybe. Then, the man came out with a cake in hand.

He smirked again. Mikan trying her best to ignore was getting annoyed with his smirk. Just then, a strong wind blew and up went Mikan's skirt.

She heard him say, "Polka dots". It took her a couple of seconds to realize what he meant then it hit her.

"PERVERT!" she shouted, as the man drove away with his expensive car.

"It was supposed to be a good day until that rude pervert came." She said to herself.

She went home annoyed and angry at the man and herself. If only she wasn't in much hurry last morning that she forgot to wear under shorts or something.

He can't help but laugh at the thought of the woman he met at the pastry shop, very interesting actually.

"My day was usually so normal. She made it quite different." He thought.

He drove to the place agreed. When he arrived, there were already many people in the restaurant.

He went in and as he expected, girls began gawking at him and why wouldn't they? He is the Natsume Hyuuga. He just ignored them which he was totally good at.

"Natsume." A blond man said.

"Ruka."

"How are you?" Ruka asked.

"Fine. You?"

"Fine too. You seem quite happy today."

"Hn." and a smirk .

"Still the same Natsume. Not telling me everything." Ruka smiled.

Then a waiter came and asked for their orders.

There were talking and sharing about things and stuffs trying to catch up with each other. Although, Ruka was the one sharing the most.

After dinner, Natsume left quickly for he noticed girls were waiting outside and Ruka just gave him a pat on his shoulder.

"Hi, Natsume" a girl flirtatiously said.

Natsume just ignored her and quickly went to his car and drove straight to his apartment.

Mikan and Hotaru ate dinner with Mikan blabbering about what happened in the pastry shop. But Hotaru ignored her and just focused on her dinner and the television.

"Hotaru! Why aren't you listening to me?" she asked pouting and still was ignored.

She watched the television together with Hotaru when Mikan suddenly shouted, "!?"

"What? Don't suddenly shout like that and I don't understand you." Hotaru irritatingly said.

"I thought Natsume Hyuuga was a great man because many people respected him even though he sounds proud on mags and news but he isn't. He is just a rude pervert who tried to take my cake and peek at my…" she stopped and looked at Hotaru.

"Sorry. Talking too much." Mikan was about to leave when Hotaru suddenly pulled her shirt.

"You are not telling me something." She said.

"Umm…it's just nothing Hotaru." Mikan nervously said with a nervous laugh. With that, Mikan left.

"Whatever you are not telling me, I am going to find out about it anyway." Hotaru thought evilly.

"That was so close. I almost told Hotaru that he saw my undies." Mikan sighed.

The following day, Mikan made sure she didn't wake up late because she didn't want what happened yesterday to happen again.

When she went to the kitchen and opened the fridge, there she saw an empty platter of her strawberry cake.

"Waaah! Hotaru ate them all and didn't even leave a single slice for her. She is so mean." Mikan cried mentally.

Mikan drank fresh milk and ate a piece of bread while silently crying over her strawberry cake.

Hotaru woke up a little later after Mikan and Mikan just looked at her with her puppy eyes and Hotaru already knew what it meant. She just laughed inside, evilly.

"It's because you didn't tell me." Hotaru thought.

Natsume ate his strawberry cake for breakfast and he can't help think about that woman, a working woman still wearing polka dot panties.

He went to work with a good mood because he had quite nice thoughts since the morning. He even walked in to his office without scolding off the girls gawking at him. That's not normal for him.

It was all good and even his best friend noticed it too. Ruka visited Natsume to see if he was doing well with managing the business. He was amazed to see how Natsume perfectly managed it. Everything was going well.

"The business seems to be doing well."

"Of course." Natsume said proudly.

"Did something good happen?" Ruka asked him curiously.

"Just nothing. Maybe it is because of the cake."

Ruka looked at his office and looked at his plaques. He noticed a picture frame. Then his smile, faded. He looked at Natsume sadly who was looking at the window, smiling or not.

"Natsume" he called.

"How is your love life going?" Ruka asked.

Natsume's smile faded and his eyes showed sadness. Then his direction turned to the picture frame on the cabinet.

He has been keeping it just for keep sakes, he said but of course, he couldn't lie to his best friend. Feeling the sad atmosphere, Natsume asked, "How about yours?"

"Mine? I don't know if there is one going on. I couldn't find one." Ruka said with a laugh.

"How could you not find one? You are quite famous." Natsume said.

"How about you? You are famous too." Ruka unconsciously said.

Natsume became silent. Then sighed.

"Sorry." Ruka said.

"It's okay. I have moved on." Natsume said.

"Oh. Have you really moved on?" Ruka said, knowing Natsume can't lie to him.

How was it? Please do review! It keeps me going.

-ECO