Winter Holiday Gone Wrong
Written by The Lonely Serenade
Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Alice or any of its characters; it belongs to Higuchi Tachibana-sensei!
A/N: Might want to read over because this chapter has been edited, and I revised some parts, sorry! :P
Day 2 – A Devil or a Pervert?
It was an early morning in Tokyo, with the sun shining brightly, birds chirping happily, this morning couldn't get any better. Mikan squirmed on her bed, whilst the so called bed sheet had gone everywhere, and her hair was still messy, but cute in a way. The light shaded her face, and she stirred lightly. Mikan slowly opened her eyelids, revealing a pair of dazed hazel orbs. She, still half awake, reached out her arm slowly to get the clock which was on the nearest bed table. She looked at it and smiled in relief.
It was still 8:00 AM, it was bright; and that was for sure, but she didn't care, she just wanted to sleep, sleep, and sleep. Purrrrfect.
Mikan yawned and snuggled up to her bed, her head plopped on the fluffy and soft pillow, a contented sigh escaped from her lips. What bliss.
She shivered unconsciously because of the temperature, absolutely cold but she betted the temperature outside was even colder. She pulled the blanket as she covered her whole body, protecting her and the now not so dark room from the sunlight.
When she was about to continue her journey to the dreamland, the door was busted open, without even signalling a knock on the door.
Mikan's ears flinched at the steps, and tightened her grip on the bed purposely. She felt the bed squeezed, and ignored whoever it was. One thing was on her mind, whoever he was; she was going to kill him later. How did she know that it was a he in the first place? Ah yes . . . Because she was the only girl in this stupid mansion.
She was alone. Alone, I tell you.
The lad glanced at the body that was covering, or rather hiding underneath the blanket, and smirked evilly. In a deep husky voice, he mumbled near the person's right ear, which was popping out from the blanket in its uncovered state.
"Wake up, little girl."
The brunette girl twitched at the nickname he had given her, and muttered curses under her breath. She knew that voice; it was absolutely familiar.
It was the voice of Hyuuga. The perverted jerk, Hyuuga.
Yes, she decided to stick on that name because she noted to herself that this boy was certainly a pervert, with him kissing her cheek and licking it seductively, and it bloody happened on the first day they met! What'd he do if she stayed here for a long time? She felt shivers running down her spine as she thought about it.
Natsume knew that Mikan was awake, he knew it from the way she breathed, and he knew the fact that she was just pretending to be asleep, and hell . . . It was amusing. Funny, Natsume Hyuuga; entertained by petty little things.
Natsume tugged on her blanket roughly; now using his cold voice to wake her up, "Little girl, don't waste my time and wake up already will you?"
Mikan bit her lower lip hard. Damn he was so annoying, what did he want in the early morning? She just wanted to sleep, but here he was, bugging her to wake up and saying that it was a waste of his time? It was a waste of her time! And for your information, every girl has their own rights to a beauty sleep.
Maybe she should have made a law for that.
Mikan groaned tiredly when Natsume pulled the blanket off of her body, but she, of course pulled it too. But since dear, dear God made our Natsume ( insert fan squeals here ) a man, and a strong one too, he pulled up the blanket roughly without breaking a sweat. Mikan glared daggers at him, her stubborn side had awoken and she refused to wake up by burying her head in the pillow harder.
"Five more minutes, and I'll wake up," she mumbled.
Natsume snorted at her childish behavior. "Yeah right. Why should I wait for you, princess?" he stated in a mocking tone. Mikan didn't do anything and she didn't even react to his mocking. He raised one of his brows, and then growled silently when he heard Mikan's steady breaths and soft snores.
She was sleeping again!
"Oi, little girl, I said wake up! Don't make this harder you stupid woman!"
Nevertheless, Natsume didn't get any reply whatsoever. He was frustrated.
Why did he have to wake this girl who was even harder to handle than his friends? He took a glimpse at her room as he noticed her girly stuff. He made a disgusted expression at them, starting from her cute teddy bears, her floral pattern bed, her pink curtain, her peach colored walls; everything managed to blind his sight.
But then, his eyes landed on the vase which was placed on her study table. He walked to it, and his eyes travelled down to see if the thing he was searching for was there.
Bingo. Natsume, you're a genius.
He smirked when he saw the liquid called 'water' in the vase, and he was sure that it was cold since it was affected by the room's temperature. Little girl is going to get her early birthday present from me.
Natsume walked towards her, his steps light and as his hands reached out above her pretty, angelic face, he tipped the vase slowly. One droplet fell on her face.
Mikan felt something wet and cold fall on her face, and she touched it by instinct. She noticed that this was water, and when her eyes fluttered open, her eyes became as wide as a saucer when she saw Natsume smirk at her, with the vase above her face. Uh-oh.
Splash.
Mikan shrieked at the feeling of the cold water against her skin, and she couldn't help but trip on the floor as she went out of the bed to get Natsume. The water made it slippery and it was a good thing the blanket was pulled with her, so when she fell, the feeling of the hard floor didn't really make her butt hurt.
But it wasn't only the blanket that Mikan managed to pull.
It seemed that our favorite, raven haired lad was tangled up beside her, ah no, scratch that—he was underneath her.
Mikan groaned and merely shook her head to splash the water out of her face. She didn't know that she was giving the boy under her a hard time. And what I meant by hard, it was . . . hard.
Natsume watched as Mikan shook her head. The way her brunette hair swayed, her locks of hair shimmered by the sunlight, and the dampness of her hair made it shine even more, not to forget the droplets of water that were falling one by one, trailing her pale shoulder and to her chest.
He really had the urge to slip his hand among those strands of hair.
Natsume felt himself beating inside, her face looked so tempting, and with her on top of him, it seemed that they're doing you know what. The position was too risky.
His legs were trapped by hers, and her chest was only an inch away from his own. He could feel her breathing, and damn . . . It really gave him a hard time, but at the same moment, it was enjoyable.
Plan backfired, he thought.
Mikan cringed at her legs. Why are my legs parted?
She looked down and gasped as she saw Natsume smirking at her, his hands trailed up to her butt and her chest. Mikan froze and was about to slap him, before the dreadful thing happened.
Squeeze.
Mikan gaped.
Her brain was not functioning and it was in a current state of rebooting.
Mikan, this is all a nightmare.
"Oh no, it isn't."
Her face turned red in a second as Natsume pushed her slowly. Her body became stiff, and then it shook uncontrollably. Her teeth gritting in angriness, steam came out of her ears and nose, with her position still like that; she looked like a buffalo ready to hit the target.
Natsume himself didn't understand what he had done to her; it was an accident.
He stifled a laugh inside his mind. He didn't even know what he was doing, and this was the first time he actually did that to a girl. Well, half of his mind thought that it was an accident, but half of it was expecting it to happen. Though he didn't regret it.
The first thing that flooded Mikan's mind was the fact that she was so damn unlucky today; it was hell alright, the beginning of hell day.
First, she was awakened by the pervert in front of her, telling her to get up and to not waste his time. Second, he just poured the damn cold water on her face; it was freezing and he should know about it! Third, he just freaking squeezed her breast, and her butt! No way in hell was she going to let this go, he was sexually harassing her! She could sue him for that! God, what had she done to deserve this madness over a single morning; it was karma! Karma!
"You—" Mikan clenched her fists.
Natsume threw her an I-don't-care look, shrugged and smirked. "What? I'm hot?"
"Damn you pervert! Get out of my freaking room!" she screeched loudly.
He winced a little, but then he walked towards the door and turned his head while showing her a cocky smirk, "I'll be waiting downstairs, little girl." He said smoothly, and then closed the door.
Right after he closed the door, Mikan growled again, this time she even threw her pillow at the door, too bad the target was not there.
She cried animatedly, and cursed fate for being such a bitch and cursed Natsume Hyuuga for coming into her life! Now she declared, I, Mikan Sakura, not your average 16 year old teenager any more, has been sexually harassed by a stranger she has known for not even 2 days, and now—her dream of marrying a handsome husband, giving birth to two children, a boy and a girl, plus a cute little dog named puppy-chan had been ruined.
It was blown like dust, just because she had lost her virginity.
Snort.
Yeah right—she's just being way too dramatic.
Tsubasa tapped his fingers impatiently on the table, a deep scowl was written on his face, and his feet were ragging around.
He was pissed.
Tono, who was sitting beside him, simply laid his head on the table and closed his eyes, still sleepy as he snoozed again to dreamland. Koko and Kitsuneme were talking animatedly about the latest video games, but sometimes they'd suddenly cheer loudly, waking Tono from his deep slumber who glared at the both of them who were laughing sheepishly.
Ruka stroked his bunny's fur gently, his eyes travelled on the stairs, still thinking and waiting for the arrival of certain people. He sighed and shook his head on the contrary. He was sure that Natsume was fighting with Mikan again; her screeching could be heard throughout the whole mansion.
There were light steps on the stairs, and Ruka turned his head almost suddenly; seeing that it was Natsume, he breathed in relief as he saw him get down. But then, the girl he was expecting was not there, there was no sign of her presence, not at all. Tsubasa, who saw Natsume walking towards them, immediately smiled in happiness, and slapped his stomach while grinning widely.
"Finally, we can have breakfast and hell I was hungry!" he exclaimed while resting his head on his hands.
"Hey, where's Sakura-san?" Ruka asked.
Natsume glimpsed at his best friend, and then pulled out a chair and gulped down his orange juice which was already prepared for him. "Don't know, she's changing, probably," he answered with boredom.
Tsubasa sighed, his happy expression was changed yet again.
He banged his face on the table, and clutched his stomach tightly while mumbling, "I should have eaten yesterday, but all that was left were stupid mushrooms and yuck, they're disgusting; I'd rather eat trash than those horrible fungi!"
"What's with you and mushrooms again?" Koko asked; eyes twinkling.
"If I'm not wrong, when you eat those, you'll get red spotson your skin, just like a chicken pox huh?" Tono mocked.
"Geez—thanks for stating the obvious Dr. Watson, case closed," he sarcastically said.
"Dr. Watson? It's supposed to be Sherlock you dumb-dumb!" Tono slapped Tsubasa's head while laughing, with Koko and Kitsuneme trailing after him. Ruka chuckled a bit and Natsume rolled his eyes as he mouthed something like 'idiot'.
And then, not long after that, you could hear other footsteps, uhh —stomps from the stairs. All heads turned to the source of the stomping, and all of them had their jaws dropped to the ground. Natsume, who was the first to snap out of their dreamland smirked cockily before adjusting his sitting position and ordered her arrogantly, "What took you so long, little girl?"
Mikan puffed her cheeks in annoyance, and then walked towards her seat, which was beside Ruka. All of them were still staring at Mikan and damn it made her nervous as hell. "What the heck are you guys staring at me for? Not you too, Ruka!" she demanded while twitching at their actions.
All of them laughed throatily before nervously continuing God-knows-what they were doing. Mikan raised her eyebrows at them, and shrugged at them again, boys are unpredictable and hard to explain, she mused in her mind.
Natsume was secretly staring at her thighs and slowly made his way to her legs all the time from the corner of his eyes, but well—not only Natsume though, Tsubasa, Tono, and even Ruka were secretly glimpsing at them too, only Koko and Kitsuneme were able to resist the temptation by saying some sacred spell or charm or whatever that was.
Mikan coughed again to break the tension and she felt that the boys were staring at her legs so she covered it with the table's sheet as she sat down beside Ruka and flashed him an awkward smile.
"So . . . What're you doing calling me in this early morning, moreover, why did you call that pervert to wake me up?" she said giving Natsume a cold stare who was yawning while watching them.
"Sorry, I'm too busy waking Koko, Kitsuneme, Tono, and Tsubasa; besides, you need to make breakfast for us," Ruka explained while giving her a smile; sunny smile to be precise.
Mikan froze in her seat. "Uhh, about that, umm, I—"
The boys frowned.
"You can't cook, can you?"
Mikan gulped and bit her lips. "W-What are you talking about Hyuuga? Of course I can!"
Natsume scoffed. "Prove it then."
She was simply annoyed by his act, who did he think he was? He wasn't even a popular super star yet he had an ego that was bigger than them. Cocky bastard.
Her eyes lingered on the ground and then the sight of Natsume's big foot made her grin in evilness. The bastard was so going to get it from her.
She prepared to launch her foot, using her killer ability so he couldn't even move around with his overwhelming cockiness. Unfortunately for her, Natsume read her movements and dodged her foot right on time.
Damn.
Mikan glared at Natsume who was smirking mockingly at her direction. She clenched her fists, ready to launch at him any time, and Natsume's expression clearly told her to bring it on.
GRROOAAAK…
Tsubasa's stomach rang loudly breaking the silence before shouting, "God damn it! Why don't we just eat already? I'm starving! I don't care anymore, even if you can't cook, just try, please?"
Natsume looked at Mikan mockingly and showed her the 'Let's-see-what-you-got-look'.
Mikan shook in fury but escaped from him and his sadistic mockery in time; okay, she really wanted to mock him back because he really pissed her off, but again, fate was a bitch because she couldn't win in competing mouth to mouth; she admitted and she accepted the fact that she was lame at it, but why did she have to lose to that Hyuuga bastard?
She stopped in her tracks, and then turned her head back quickly. She saw that he was still waiting in the dining room, face covered by his manga, with his foot resting on the table. She stuck her tongue out and smirked in satisfaction.
Mikan gulped nervously as she observed the kitchen. Well, it was nice and clean, the utensils were complete too; it was a comfy kitchen, but it still didn't change the fact that she couldn't cook!
She walked towards the cabinet and pulled out all the things that she needed. She used to help her mother make breakfast for their family, but she could only do it because her mother was instructing and helping her; the last time she cooked alone, her school's culinary room exploded and needed to be renovated for 3 months.
Hotaru even said that her cooking sucks, that was the reality.
Well, this was it. It wasn't her fault anyway if they died because of her cooking. She already warned them that she couldn't cook—quite, but they insisted nonetheless so she might as well give them what they wanted. Just don't blame her when everything turned out to be wrong, right?
Sigh. Things couldn't get any better.
Mikan laughed sheepishly while scratching the back of her head awkwardly; they were sitting on the table again and Mikan had finished cooking the so-called-breakfast.
Right after she presented the food, all noses were crinkled. They were astounded, speechless, their breaths were taken and no, it was not because her food was awesome, or delicious, or looked tempting.
Truth be told, it was the exact opposite.
Tono looked at the food ridiculously and narrowed his eyes.
"What's this?" he asked while touching it with the end of the spoon, afraid of touching with his skin because he swore to God that he saw germs moving inside. Koko and Kitsuneme looked at it, and then both gulped nervously.
Ruka just stared, stared, and stared. Several beads of sweat were running down on the back of his head, even the bunny on his lap jumped off and shivered at the sight of the food.
Natsume and Tsubasa just kept silent.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Eat it."
The boys all hesitated before eating the thing. It was utterly and indescribably unique—disgusting, and they all shivered at the sight of it. They put it hastily into their mouths before Tono choked in the middle of chewing it.
"M-Mikan, what did you put in it?"
Mikan smiled. "Ginger roots?"
Natsume glared. "You put ginger roots in an omelet?"
Mikan shrugged. "Healthy purposes," she retorted carelessly.
"Did you, b-by any chance, put pickles in?"
She nodded, beaming Kitsuneme one of her three thousand watt smiles. "Yeah, you notice it? I just love pickles!"
All colors drained from their face.
Natsume glared at her. "You could've told us that you can't cook. Your cooking sucks. "
Mikan puffed her cheeks and her brows were raised up. "Hey, at least try to be more concerned!"
Whilst both teenagers were glaring for their lives at each other, the others found themselves ensued in a very awkward and pregnant silence.
"Ugh, how about we order food?" Ruka suggested, breaking the silence as his insides were ready to burst out and he chewed on his cheeks to keep a straight smile on his face.
"Good idea! Let's order sushi!" Mikan blubbered.
Koko and Kitsuneme dashed after nodding; both fighting their way to reach the nearest toilet and Mikan could hear their bickering on who should go inside first.
Oh boy—why didn't they do this earlier?
The brunette's body relaxed at the warm water that touched her skin, and then she rectified her position in the bath tub again so it'd be more comfortable.
She regretted not having this kind of bath yesterday—she was so tired that she didn't even bother to look at the bathroom. Now this was what you called paradise. If you got the chance to feel luxury, then this was the right time. This was not a really bad decision she guessed, well minus Hyuuga and his damn ego though. Why was she thinking about that jerk again?
Even though he's quite attractive, it didn't mean she was attracted to him.
Never.
Mikan slapped her cheeks hard, and then pinched them to make her mind clear again. She slumped down into the bubbly water while huffing and encouraging herself. She still had a lot of time in this big mansion, and she didn't really have anything to do here. Should she go home? But if she went home her parents and idiotic brother would not be there.
A silent pause.
Natsume Hyuuga.
That name kept on ringing on her mind; no matter how many times she convinced herself that she would not find herself trapped in thoughts of him. Weird, really. She just couldn't—couldn't stop thinking about him and that was what made her hate him so much!
Why did she have to think about that jerk?
But his friends did tell her that Natsume's not much of a jerk. They did admit that Natsume was rude and conceited, but that's just the way he worked with other people. They said that she should be thankful because usually Natsume never let any girl stay near him.
And they mentioned that Hyuuga had a little sister, her name was Aoi Hyuuga. Unlike Natsume, Aoi was a sweet and bubbly person; she was the opposite of her brother. She'd love to meet her someday.
Hey, don't think wrong, she did hate Hyuuga, and it's not that she suddenly liked him. Family problems didn't matter in friendship, that was what she thought. Mikan was so deep in thought that she didn't realize the sound of footsteps in her room and those steps walk towards the bathroom. Mikan, you really needed to change your dense and oblivious personality, and that's for your own good, I'll give you that.
Because here was one example why.
Brakk.
"Oi, are you here little girl?" The door opened and Natsume came in, walking as his eyes rolled and landed on the bare flesh of a brunette.
Natsume flinched on his spot and cursed himself inwardly. His luck was shitty today, and he was humiliated for the second time. His eyes widened at the sight of Mikan, still naked and the only thing that covered her body was the bubbles, which were depleting slightly. Damn, his friend was waking up slowly, and he was sure that she could see that lovely friend of his.
Mikan couldn't believe her wretched fate today. Why did they always meet at this kind of time? Why?
They stared at each other.
Natsume heard something snap. Must be Mikan's line of patience.
"Hyuuga," she started.
She was naked, and she was too late to notice this. Natsume smirked at her reaction and he believed that the girl was a complete fool slash idiot, I mean, who didn't even realize that they were naked, and a boy was standing right in front of her.
He really needed to get away from here, so when he saw her fumed expression, he noted that it was time for him to go already.
"Get your stupid, ass out of here, idiot!" she shrieked loudly while splashing some water to him, but the bubbles started to leak even more. She gasped and hurriedly soaked herself into the water.
Natsume just turned his back and then walked to the door before she really noticed his friend. Natsume then stopped on the door, but a certain thing carried his interest, and he plastered out an annoying smirk when he got out.
Mikan was sure that he saw Natsume smirking, and she didn't know what to do anymore, nor did she know why he smirked so smugly at her. She took back her thoughts, Natsume Hyuuga is a devil!
Natsume, when he got out, felt his heart beat rapidly. That was really, really bad.
It took almost all of his self control to not launch at her or even worse, harass her. Bless him and his pure mind.
He stared at the door before coming out as he jumped onto one absolute conclusion.
Sakura Mikan was actually hot.
Well, the first time he looked at her, she could only describe her as beautiful or pretty. Though he had seen some girls who were prettier than her.
He closed the door behind and found himself bursting out in amusement when he saw his friends waiting for him in front of her room. All of them showed curiosity on their eyes, and he felt proud that he actually saw her naked, him only.
That actually sounded good to his ears. And don't forget that he actually found a new nickname for the little girl, a unique and cute one indeed, but if only they knew the meaning of it.
"Polkadots is bathing," he stated.
They didn't seem to be surprised, because they didn't think that Natsume came in to the bathroom; they thought that he was only checking her room, and found the shower on, period. But how wrong they were because their dear friend actually saw the princess naked and he even did it out of curiosity!
Natsume noticed that the shower was on, but then there was no sound or whatever coming from inside; so he came in to check it out himself. He was a hundred percent sure that Mikan was indeed a loud-mouthed girl, so without thinking another second, he came in and found a very lovely sight.
"Why did you call her polkadots?" Tono asked, interrupting the mini flashback that was playing on his mind.
Natsume smirked before walked past his friends. "Because Tono—" he turned his back, "That was the pattern of her underwear."
Tono raised his eyebrows in confusion, and the others were doing the same thing with the exact same question, "How did he know the pattern of her underwear?"
Natsume smirked even more clearly; because he was sure that Mikan noticed it too, to prove it; he just heard a dramatic gasp coming from the room. How she managed to hear was a mystery though. The certain thing that managed to grab his interest was actually her undergarments, and he saw those scattered near the door. It was on a secluded place, and again, how Natsume was able to see it was also a mystery.
Okay—not really because every single thing that included Mikan Sakura in the dictionary, couldn't pass before his keen black cat's eyes.
A/N : I finished it! I made a lot of effort to make this chapter because I had an author block while finishing this chapter! OMG, school was terrible, with a capital T! The teachers were so very mean! They were pure evil I tell you! I was so late on updating and I know that this was only the second chapter! Happy reading and please don't forget to give me a review by clicking the review button down there! NO FLAMES PLEASE! Thanks for reviewing the first chapter, and for those who made this story to their favorite story/alert!
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