If Love were a Drama
Baby, we'd be the leading stars,

"If Love were a Drama" by My Fleeting Blah blah blah

"Gakuen Alice" by Higuchi Tachibana

Scene Two

Deal or no deal


We bring news, dear readers, on the wings of an angel.

A poor, sickly angel. What's happened to bulimic puking girl, the poor thing, you ask? Well, it seems her comatose state is starting to wear off and she'll be around in the next half-hour or so. We overheard the purple-eyed genius talking to our dear Natsume Hyuuga today, and neither of them looked pleased. Well, Natsume looked kind of annoyed and genius girl had not a single expression on her face. How does she do that?

Anyway, we also overheard our dear Sumire talking to one of our most undercover agents today. She was saying she felt sorry for the girl. Oh, dear Sumire, that's not going to convince Natsume not to be too harsh on the poor thing. There's got to be a reason why you are now 'ex-girlfriend' and we'll find out why.

Your favourite team,
The Spy Sisters xoxo.


Mikan Sakura

My throat felt like it'd just been scraped with some sandpaper and then swam through a sea of gravel.

Trust me on this, it was not a nice feeling at all and my head wasn't exactly at its best either. That aside, there was something disgustingly cold on my head, it was not alike someone decided to lie a frozen slug across my forehead to defrost the slug. The sensation was just as pleasing as dancing naked in front of an audience of three hundred – not pleasing at all.

I woke with a start, flinging the wet flannel across the room, where it hit the wall with a splat. "That worked," a monotone came from beside me and I glanced around, startled, to see Hotaru sitting there staring at me.

"That was disgusting," I replied, wiping my forehead, "What did you do to it? Throw it in some sort of," I shuddered, "Ice cold goop?"

"Yes," Hotaru replied easily, I felt my stomach churn, "Don't worry, Mikan, it was one of my own inventions – designed to wake those who have passed out."

"Well it worked. Wait, what about the entrance exam? What happened? Did I miss it?"

"You threw up all over one of the country's richest and well-known guys, and then you fainted and you couldn't take the exam."

"Oh no," I groaned, letting my face fall into my hands, this was all starting out so badly. "There has to be a retake exam, hasn't there Hotaru?"

Hotaru was silent and she looked at me pityingly. No flipping way! They couldn't, they wouldn't! "But," I felt my eyes start to water, "But I studied so hard for it, Hotaru. It's not fair!"

"Nothing is fair in the world of celebrities, Mikan," Hotaru sighed, "A lot of the students who go here all go on to be famous. Except for maybe that chick who was sitting in front of me – nobody would want her to be their conductor." Oh great, I hadn't even taken the exam and already Hotaru knew who was going to get in and who wasn't.

I should just go and impale myself on a thumb-tac. "I can't just go crawling back to coach!"

Hotaru looked slightly uncomfortable, "I tried looking for many ways around this but… the only way you might be able to take the exam is if you convince Natsume Hyuuga."

I was stunned, "Who's he, one of the staff? Is he the principal?"

"He's the one you threw up all over."

Oh shit.

"How the hell am I supposed to convince him that I'm good enough?" I wailed, "He probably just thinks I'm some dumb loser which a bulimic problem!" I had lost all faith in the idea that there were actually nice people in the world after all those soccer games. "Why me?"

Hotaru grimaced in pity, "That's not all. You've attracted far too much attention after what happened before the exam – and it's not good attention either. You have to learn to lay low in this kind of environment Mikan." She chucked Gossip 2 Die 4 down in front of me. I was struck again by the stupidity of the name. "Turn to page twenty three, you'll find plenty of gossip there. Now if you'll excuse me," she got up to leave, "I'd prefer not to be here when Hyuuga comes in, otherwise I might kill him."

"Hotaru! Don't leave me!" I cried after her, but she was gone, leaving nothing but the magazine and the slam of the door. Taking a deeply agonising breath, I opened the page twenty. At the top of the page in writing so flourish that it would make an calligrapher weep salty tears of envy was 'Spy Sisters – The latest gossip; you want it, we have it.' To my horror, there was a picture right in the centre of the page of a brunette lying in a pool of vomit - which happened to be all over a guy's shoe.

God of soccer, please, please, please, I will keep playing soccer for eternity, just save me from this horror.

I tried my best to think that it could be worse… the guy could've been lying down and I could've been passed out in a pool of vomit situated on his stomach. It could've been a tidal wave of vomit and everyone could've drowned in it, for example.

It didn't work.

Plastered around the picture were several abusive words, the kindest ones being 'attention seeker' and 'bulimic fan girl' – I groaned, I didn't even know the guy and now they all thought I was some attention seeking bulimic fan girl. The only guy I was a fan of happened to be a famous actor, not some stuck up, albeit drool-worthy and well known, high school kid.

Then, out of know where and right beside me there was a disgruntled voice, "About time you decided to wake up." I turned suddenly to see crimson eyes about three centimetres from my face. Mother of god.

I screamed, "No! Get away from me, you vampire! Die, die, die!" I slapped the magazine across the vampire's face – but I knew it was no good. I was going to die anyway, either Natsume Hyuuga would kill me or this vampire would get there first.

There was a thud, accompanied by an 'oof' from the side of the bed and I dared to open my eyes again. On the ground next to me, wearing an irritated expression, was a raven-haired, well-built and drool-worthy… oh no.

It was Natsume Hyuuga and he was glaring at me. I shivered, anxiety forcing my mouth to open and pour out an endless stream of blabber, "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! Well, firstly I suppose I should be sorry for puking all over you, but I didn't know you were there and I always get nervous before big exams. Back in primary school, I'd always get really sick and stay home whenever a big test came up because I was just so nervous. I'm really, really sorry. I'm sorry also for screaming out 'vampire' – that was probably a secret wasn't it. You're a vampire and you don't want anyone to know, I'm sorry. I just have a way of guessing these things – but don't worry, I won't tell anyone… except for maybe Hotaru because she's my friend and-."

"Do you ever shut up?" he asked, looking incredulous and dusting the dust off his clothes. "I'm not here to talk about how nervous you get before you take an exam."

"Oh, sorry Mr. Vampire."

"I'm not a vampire either," he sat down on the stool that Hotaru had vacated next to my bed. "Just who are you supposed to be anyway?"

"Mikan Sakura," I stuck out my hand. He stared at it and there was an awkward pause, which soon grew into an awkward silence and I was just itching to make the awkward turtle sign because this situation was just so awkward.

He raised his eyebrow at me, "It's a hand."

I stared at him, where had this kid been raised? "Uh, yeah, you're supposed to shake it. Don't they shake hands in Vampire land?"

"You puked all over my new shoes and you expect me to shake your hand?" He asked, genuinely curious. I sighed and dropped my hand, whatever.

"It's not like it didn't have consequences. Firstly, I missed taking the entrance exam and secondly, your fangirls are going to hunt me down and bash me with their make-up bags," I replied sullenly. "I heard you're the man to help me here, Hyuuga."

His surprise was not hidden, "You want me to help you after you puked all over me?"

I groaned, "I am sorry about that! But if I can't get into this school then I have nowhere to go! So please," I grabbed his hands, "I'm begging you, I'll do anything you want within reason, just please help me get into this school and get your fan girls off my back."

"Anything?" he asked.

"Within reason," I reminded him.

"What about being my slave for two months?" he asked, a smirk vibrant on his drool-worthy… get a hold of yourself, Mikan.

"What?" my jaw dropped and almost hit the ground. A slave to this guy? Might as well go back to my old school.

To my surprise he let out the smallest chuckle known to humankind, "No, I'm not that horribly cliché. I've heard you're pretty good at soccer." There was this gleam in his eye that I really didn't like. "So how about a soccer game? You against me, if you win – I'll convince the head of the school to let you retake the test and I might help you with the rabid fan girls, but if I win," there was a Cheshire cat-like grin on his face, "Who knows what I'll do?"

I shivered, this vampire guy was kind of beyond creepy, "Alright Mr. Vampire, you've got a deal."

"Mother of god, I'm not a vampire!"


Hmmm? What's this we hear?

Natsume Hyuuga has challenged the poor thing, also known as 'Mikan Sakura', to a game of soccer. The winner gets what they want. So… he is giving her a chance, we always knew that deep down inside, underneath all that alluring darkness, he has a heart. He is so cute. Awww, Natsume, why shower your kindness on her?

Oh well, we all know that she doesn't have a chance of winning anyway – Natsume Hyuuga was the captain of his soccer team at his old school. Still, it'll be an entertaining match – just think, Natsume Hyuuga playing soccer.

It's in two days' time.

We are so going to be there, bringing you Nastume Hyuuga and, of course, all the juiciest gossip.

Your favourite team,
The Spy Sisters xoxo.


Natsume Hyuuga && Ruka Nogi

Ruka Nogi knew Hotaru Imai from previous encounters and none of them were good encounters. He knew that the Ice Queen was also the monarch of the land of Blackmailing. So, as soon as she had come storming up to Natsume and himself – his flight instinctive kicked in.

She had paid him no attention.

So, now Ruka was waiting for Natsume – who'd been sent by the Blackmailing Ice Queen to go talk to her friend, who was the on who threw up on Natsume and had worsened Natsume's mood in the first place.

Much to his surprise, Natsume was walking back to him with a small grin on his face. "So I'm guessing it wasn't too bad then?" Ruka asked, pushing himself off the wall. The girl mustn't have been a fan girl – if she had been, the only reason Natsume would've come back happy was if he had burned her alive or something. "You didn't try and kill her did you?"

"No – but it did cross my mind before actually talking to her," Natsume replied. "I challenged her to a soccer game."

"What?" Ruka almost laughed, "She's just a girl, Natsume, you don't need to be too harsh with her!"

Natsume rolled his eyes, "Don't be stupid, I wouldn't challenge just any girl off the street to a soccer game – don't you read anything apart from that magazine with the stupid name? She is Mikan Sakura, Coach Hiro Shun's budding little star - remember how he wouldn't stop talking about her? She's different from what I had expected."

"Meaning that, even if she'd transferred schools, he'd bloody kill you if she injured herself."

There was a snort from Natsume, "If anything, she's going to injure herself from not playing soccer."

"Whatever you say," Ruka shrugged, "I hope you don't expect me to play as well. Anyway, we should start heading over to the drama centre to see what the first play that their offering is."

"You can, Ruka," Natsume turned and started to walk the other way, "I'm going to go to the oval to get some practice in."

Ruka sighed, when Natsume was determined to do something, almost nothing could get in his way. Still, it was a wonder that Natsume was even giving this poor girl a chance, and Ruka dared to hope that he was starting to become human once again.

"Hey Ruka!" A spiky haired boy called to him from across the courtyard, a playful smile on his face. "Where's Natsume going? Has he talked to the girl? Did he kill her or something? He looks far too happy."

Ruka laughed, "No Koko, he challenged her to a soccer game."

"Because that's something everyone does when someone's puked all over their shoes," Koko said sarcastically. "Seriously? Why? Natsume's like a pro, man, she'll be beaten to a pulp."

"Remember when Coach Hiro from Nagoya came to our school? He used to be the soccer captain of our school, remember? Apparently he found a girl who was fantastic at soccer and should be on soccer ads to promote soccer to the female population? Well that's the girl who puked all over Natsume's shoes."

"You kidding me?" Koko let out a low whistle, "I'd always imagined some sort of woman who had muscles bigger than a boxing champion, with short black hair, who could pass as a boy. Not some dreamy drama chick. I don't think she can beat Natsume."

"Don't judge a book by it's cover, Koko," Ruka said quietly, "Are you going to check out what's happening with productions and performances this year?"

Koko laughed, "I just have to check the dates of what days art things are due, Ruka, I'm not in drama or music or anything like that remember?" He winked, "Art is far too much fun. And guess what?" his grin turned cheeky and slightly evil, "Natsume's ex-girlfriend, you know the green-haired permy chick, is doing textiles and fashion design on the floor above me."

This usually translated to; I'm going to annoy the hell out of her. Sumire Shouda was Koko's favourite target to pick on. It was his way of displaying a bit of affection and Ruka suppressed a smile. Koko went on, "Hey after we've checked out the dates for things, do you want to meet this supposed amazing soccer chick?"

"Yeah, why not?" Any friend of Hotaru had to be a fairly interesting person.


Hey dear readers,

We've decided to leave the little 'Mikan Sakura' problem alone for now and focus back on a much more appealing topic; the Sexy Six. What subjects are they doing? Well we've found out, so never fear, you'll soon see what member of our delicious group you'll have in your class so that you can focus on them and drool a bit. Be careful not to flood the hallways though. It won't be appreciated if you do. We don't want to be swimming in drool.

So here are the results:

Drama – Natsume Hyuuga, Ruka Nogi. Art – Kokoro Yome, Kitsuneme. Music – Youichi Hijiri, Tsubasa Andou.

Isn't it drooltastic? And for those without any of these people in their classes, you'll just have to survive some way or another. It's not our fault you didn't pick any of the best subjects.

Not talking to anyone in particular, permy.

Your favourite team,
The Spy Sisters xoxo.


End of Scene Two

Author's note:

I have the biggest headache – I just had Crucible rehearsals for senior drama. Urrgh. Owwie. I love drama so much. (That's not sarcastic.)

Hmmmmm. I also managed to hurt my back in rowing so that's not very good either. Pain. O.o Body is slowly starting to deteriorate. And I'm waiting for my language video for language week to load. ARRRGH HURRY UP!

x. My Fleeting Touch