Summary: Mikan and Natsume are forced to be wed. They work out a plan to divorce the second they can. But what happens when it isn't so much as force as love that brings them together?
Warning: Language only. Also this migh go a little like The Proposal. It also go up to M if nessicary.
Note: So this is a redo of my earlier writing. I think it's a major improvement in any case so even if you have alreday read this, please read it again! I added some stuff. I'm also redoing chapter two so look forward to it!
Also, for the sake of the story, imagine they are speaking in japanese.
Forced, Or Is It?
One: Goodbye, Being an Individual
By: MangaManiac6
I gave a painful but quiet moan.
"Can you stop, please?" I asked.
My maid let out a soothing noise which was her way of saying, "Heck, no, Ma'am." and continued on, pulling my hair a little too much for my comfort into two pigtails. I honestly considered pushing her away and making a run for it.
But I needed someone to brush it, this long mangled mop, since I never did it myself. I was never forced to care about my hair before in any case.
"It has to be done." the maid said, calm as ever.
No shit. I pouted, "I don't even know why I'm here."
"But, ah, you chose to be here, you know." she said, putting the brush on a small table near us and rising up.
"Yeah, I suppose so." I lied.
Because truth is, I'm not here on my own will. No, I'm hear because I was forced. Yes, in this day of age people can still force you to give up your life as an individual. Someone can take away your rights so simply it's insane.
And if you want to know who did this, (you want to know, don't you?) the one who's responsible the misery I was in, you would have to go to Kokaro Hyuuga. CEO of Hyuuga Co. And my Husband-to-be's father.
But first, let me give you the background story of how I lost my freedom to be who I was and to love who I wanted.
Hotaru, who I always say is my bestfriend, despite her violent ways, had to hit me on the back of the head to bring me back to Earth. It had sent me to the sky, to learn what I was supposed to do.
I was meant to marry Natsume Hyuuga, a.k.a King Jerk of Jerkiness.
And despite that I was marrying the hottest man in Japan, (according to Japan! News) and one of the smartest men in Japan, (his test scores when he was younger proved that), and one of the richest men in Japan, (although I still perfer to say he is the richest son in Japan) I was not at all flattered, or pleased, or happy. At all.
And I assumed Natsume wasn't to thrilled either, the way he threw curses like bullets at his father when he first found out. I was there, and trust me, part of the time, it didn't even sound like Japanese.
I guess we were both forced.
So how this was going to work, hell I knew.
And, if you want to know why I didn't walk out the room, then and there, (and besides the fact that Big Joe and and Big Ted, the bodyguards, were standing outside. Oh, and there's a reason they're called Big Joe and Big Ted) I had my reasons.
And they were good ones.
You see, when the Hyuuga Co. first started up, back in Natsume's grandfather's day, my parents helped fund the company.
They helped them alot, until that is, they died.
I lost my parents at age 12. But it wasn't to bad. Atleast I had my grandfather to take care of me. And in turn, the Hyuuga's always supported me and my grandfather, who was unemployed at the time.
Well, I guess I owed them one.
"... So hell I'm gonna marry some boring, ugly, idiot like this girl!" Natsume finished his rant, slammed the small table with several papers infront of us, and slumped into the leather coach next to me.
I looked at him and tried to give him a silent apology. Why? I have no idea.
When he did look to me, he stuck his tounge out, and hissed, "Idiot."
Taken a back, I looked at Kokaro. Oh, hell no! And how old was this bastard, five? "There is no way in the universe I would marry this ass! No offense sir."
I barely heard Natsume say, "Offense taken."
"Like I give a shit. I was talking to your decent father. How you came from two kind people I'll never know!" I shot back.
"Please Mikan..." this time it was Kokaro to speak. His voice was small and quiet. He almost sounded to afraid to speak, "Please, just listen to me...?"
Mr. Hyuuga straightened up in in his million-dollar chair and attempted to give us a serious look, which failed.
"Natsume, Mikan's grandfather passed away a week ago." I felt my eyes sting and threaten to fill with tears, "And Mikan, I have been diagnosed with a serious disease that can take me any day now."
My eyes widened in shock, but Natsume turned his back on his father and mouthed, "Oh, YES!"
"Natsume." Mr. hyuuga hissed, obviously annoyed, "Not funny."
"Wasn't trying." Natsume said, turning back to look at his father.
"So..." Kokaro continued, "Natsume has to get himself hitched and take my place as CEO."
"Then... can I ask, why the hell does it have to be me?" I pointed at myself in confusion.
"Well, I suppose you didn't notice." He winked at Natsume, "Do you remember that day you went to that Maid Cafe?"
Natsume's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink, "What the fuck about it?"
"Well, you told me there was a cute waitress there. I searched it up. The brunette with the pigtails our very own Mikan Sakura."
I shrieked, "That was you?"
it hadn't really occured to me the handsome guy I exchanged phone numbers with last Tuesday when I worked at the Maid Cafe was actually Natsume Hyuuga.
"So he... was you?" i asked slowly, still trying to get the idea through my head.
"That's what he said..." Natsume said quietly, putting his arms behind his head.
That was when something occured to me, "You said I looked hot." I said, grinning.
"Well, if I knew I was talking to an idiot like you..."
I growled. But it wasn't like we ever really met to often. We met once when we were ten. Needless, to say, we didn't get along that night and refused to in the future.
It was more surprising I didn't recognize him. He was in almost every magazine I read.
"And, why should I agree to marry him?" I asked, putting my hands to my hips.
Natsume looked at me, and... was he grinning? No, it was more like a smirk, "You were recently fired from your job, right?"
"Maybe..." I said, "Wait... YOU GOT ME FIRED?" I pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Maybe..." Natsume mimicked my speech, "But I own the establishment so I'm allowed to do whatever the fuck I want."
"You own a Maid Cafe?" I asked instantly. His cheeks, which had went back to normal, returned to being pink.
"Shut up. Anyway, I can get you that job back."
"Really!" I squeaked, "Thanks a mill' cause I really freaking loved that job. It was so much fun and it paid well too and my best friend Hotaru works there too! I'll do-"
I stopped abruptly. I would to anything for that job. After dropping out of highschool, it was amazing I got such a great job. But...
"And you owe my pops for helping you and your gramps..." Natsume continued.
Well, he had me there...
But... Could I really marry somone so manipulative, cruel, vulgar, annoying, and just plain infuriating as Natsume Hyuuga?
Hope you liked! Reviews are appreciated very much! So.. please?
-MM6
